05/19/2009

 

 

 

 

I’ve been lax in updating.  I know.  I’m sorry.  I want to say things have been insane (which they kinda have), but I don’t have anything to show for the time that has passed.  I guess I’ll write in groups that way you can skip the boring shit.

 

School

 

I got A’s in math, English, and computers.  I got a fucking D’s in ethics.  I really thought I had pulled a C, but I can’t figure out her grading scale for shit.  I wrote a 1700 word paper and got a 195 out of 200 on it.  I thought that would push me almost to a B, but apparently I’m stupid.  I don’t fucking know.  I’m upset over it.  Really really upset.  I was doing so good.  Stupid fucking boring ass ethics class.  Now I have to retake that mother fucker to get it off my transcripts.  Damnit.  I think I’m going to end up taking three classes over the summer.  I don’t know.  I wanted a break from school, but I only need three class for my associates and three more after that for UT Southwestern.  I feel like I’m getting worn out.  I can’t though.  Blah.

 

Doll

 

Ahh, my beautiful, perfect wonderful, blue-eyed monster.  I got called a bad mother by her doctor two weeks ago because she is chunky.  They ran shit loads of blood work on her and everything came back perfect, but I’m a bad mother because she is big.  She’s happy and healthy.  I think she will even out when she gets in school in the fall.  She will have a set schedule, that will help with her late night snacking.  I think she will be fine.  We went and got her signed up for kindergarten.  The teachers took all the little kids down to look at the rooms they will be in and she thought it was cool.  She didn’t want to be touched by the other kids, but did great with the teachers.  I know she will have fun learning, but I worry about how she doesn’t want to have anything to do with the kids.  They were pretty rowdy that night.  I can hope that will get better.

 

Brandy

 

She is getting hugely pregnant.  I love it.  We’ve been to that specialist a few times now.  The baby has an inversion on one of her chromosomes.  It means she will be at a higher risk for Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  Both our grandmothers and Mom all have cancer.  It is not surprising.

 

The rest of the Brood

 

Grannie is evil.  What’s new?  She is pretty sad about Doll heading off to school.  She has been taking care of her for the last three years so it’s going to be an adjustment for her.  But around that time Bran is due.  Grannie will have a little one to keep her busy the rest of the time.  Mom and Dad both just got diagnosed with sleep apnea.  Mom’s is bad

.  Real bad.  She stopped breathing 55 times in the few hours they were at the sleep study.  Dad never made it into actual sleep.  He stayed at what they called nap level the whole time.  Kind of explains why they sleep so fucking much.  They will both be getting that C-PAP thingy, some big huge machine with a mask that forces air into them while they sleep.  Scary shit.  Jesse is bad like normal.  The closer to the end of school it gets, the harder of a time he has.  He gets bored and has to “entertain” himself.  We are having way less bad days than we did this time last year, but still it is frustrating.  Mom would have beat Brandy and me for the crap he pulls.  It aggravates me for her to say we shouldn’t correct him because he is the baby.  Bullshit.  He is plenty old enough to know how to behave in school.

 

Joseph

 

Ahh, the same sorry cheating bastard as always.  He has a girlfriend to cheat on his wife with now.  Why do I know this?  Because they want me to have a threesome with them. Ummm… Icky!!!!  Luckily he hasn’t bothered me all week, but its only a small respite from the usual bullshit. 

 

Me

 

Am I all that left now?  I guess so.  I’m happy I think.  Annoyed with school, but happy.  I can’t wait for the weekend so I can go see William.  He lives to damn far away.  He wants to go see Star Trek this weekend.  I slipped and called him my fiancé at some point during last weekend and he just giggled.  Sometimes he’s real cute with his boyishness. 

I think I’m going to paint now.  I haven’t painted for me in weeks, so yeah, that sounds like a plan.  J Bye.

Y’all take care,

 

Mandy

 

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.