tomorrow i wont b able to blog that much. i will be going to see reba and george straight in concert. HELP! here is the schedule 4 tomorrow
1. go to ms. alisons house to color eggs for easter.-- Ms. Alison is my dads friend. i have been chillen out at her cabin every weekend i am with my dad. every other weekend i am with him, and then the rest of the weekends i am with my mom. i go to my dads when she is at work, but just nights. which isnt a good arangement for me, but you know, court doesnt care about the kids, just getting things settled in time for their lunch break.
2. come back down 2 my dads to wait for ms. alison to pick us up
3. go eat at some greek resturant- greek food.. i am a big skeptic about exotic food. i am good with italian, french, and mexican. but.. greek? and i dont think they have lo-cal menus. this is going to be a hard day...
4. go to the concert- once again. ewww. i really really hate country music. well, i dont hate it, i just dont like listening to it.
5. come home, then go to chruch tomorrow morning. THEN I GO HOME!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! i am sorry, but i really love my house. it is quiet, tons of windows, so its very sunny all the time. i live with my brother and mom, and at some times my brothers friend Bobby (he stays at our house sometimes.) and when he is sick, my mom's boyfriend Terry, who has had cancer twice, and this time, he had to have chemo injected straight into his liver. ouch! my house also is small, sorry, not small, it is a cozy place that i just enjoy being. some people dont understand that kids go with certain parents for a reason do they? a teen girl needs her mother. i stick to that all the time. its not like i can just up and leave her.
"but what about your dad"- ok, i know i left him, but i can still see him, and he needed to get clear. he was addicted to Morphine, a strong narcotic drug, so he needed a bit of time. and now we have him cleared up, things got a bit....complicated. complications arnt a good thing in any case. in this case though, the complication was that my dad really wants me to live with him. listen, my dad uses the guilt trip, in everything. i couldnt see it till i moved away. its like those abstract paintings, close up, you see nothing, but if u back away a few steps and look again, you can see the intricnt patterns and colors and shapes.
im weird arnt i?
1. go to ms. alisons house to color eggs for easter.-- Ms. Alison is my dads friend. i have been chillen out at her cabin every weekend i am with my dad. every other weekend i am with him, and then the rest of the weekends i am with my mom. i go to my dads when she is at work, but just nights. which isnt a good arangement for me, but you know, court doesnt care about the kids, just getting things settled in time for their lunch break.
2. come back down 2 my dads to wait for ms. alison to pick us up
3. go eat at some greek resturant- greek food.. i am a big skeptic about exotic food. i am good with italian, french, and mexican. but.. greek? and i dont think they have lo-cal menus. this is going to be a hard day...
4. go to the concert- once again. ewww. i really really hate country music. well, i dont hate it, i just dont like listening to it.
5. come home, then go to chruch tomorrow morning. THEN I GO HOME!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! i am sorry, but i really love my house. it is quiet, tons of windows, so its very sunny all the time. i live with my brother and mom, and at some times my brothers friend Bobby (he stays at our house sometimes.) and when he is sick, my mom's boyfriend Terry, who has had cancer twice, and this time, he had to have chemo injected straight into his liver. ouch! my house also is small, sorry, not small, it is a cozy place that i just enjoy being. some people dont understand that kids go with certain parents for a reason do they? a teen girl needs her mother. i stick to that all the time. its not like i can just up and leave her.
"but what about your dad"- ok, i know i left him, but i can still see him, and he needed to get clear. he was addicted to Morphine, a strong narcotic drug, so he needed a bit of time. and now we have him cleared up, things got a bit....complicated. complications arnt a good thing in any case. in this case though, the complication was that my dad really wants me to live with him. listen, my dad uses the guilt trip, in everything. i couldnt see it till i moved away. its like those abstract paintings, close up, you see nothing, but if u back away a few steps and look again, you can see the intricnt patterns and colors and shapes.
im weird arnt i?
I hope you have a Happy Easter!!! :)
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