06/20/1994

3:00 pm

Donald P. Levy is really getting on my nerves! It seems that he is back to "nitpicking" at me again. This time I’m not bending to it. I know I won’t get fired, and I know there is no serious problems until Jerry gets his 2¢ in; so I guess I just "grin & bear it". And that is how it goes.

I’m getting a really good sun-tan, I’m suffering slightly bcause of the burn on my backside, but hopefully the tan will be worth it.

I’m trying to find a passage for our ceremony next summer; I went and saw the inside of Stetson Church, and it was beautiful.

I’m going to skedaddle down to Bangor after I get out of work–but first I have to make a stop at home, to get Aaron’s medicaid card, bcause tonite we’re gonna take Aaron to EMMC and have the sore in his mouth removed bcause he is CUTTING his first tooth, and he chews on the sore.

But I’m going to dinner at my father-in-law’s house.

I got a card in the mail from my mother! Surprised.

June 21, 1994

2:15 pm

I got Aaron a playpen this morning, before I came to work. He seems to be ok with it, and it is very convenient for mommy & daddy.

7:06 pm

I got out of work early (2:30 instead of 5:30) and I brought 2 movies home with me. "The Guide to Making Love" & "How to seduce a woman by hypnosis". We watched "Guide….." and Kevin & I wound up making love, and I got an orgasm despite the fact that I AM and HAVE BEEN taking the Paxil.

I just spent about 45 mins of quality time with my little man, holding, hugging, and kissing him. I LOVE Aaron Michael! I want SO much for this kid, not bcause I didn’t have WHATEVER I have in mind, but bcause I am Aaron’s mother, I have the power (not negative POWER) to give him alot of opportunities and chances. I WANT him to have. And Kevin – no matter what "RUTS" I encounter in life and healing, he believes in me, and he loves me. And I love him. Always & forever.

I LOVE YOU K.M.D. 4-ever!

(My journal pages are almost empty). What did I want to say? (Oh yes, Donald P. Levy!)

Kevin and I are watching "Firestarter".

The subject of Don is MUTE. One-half to three-quarters of the things he had to say were true, I have been slacking off quite a bit, so, I need to work on that.

I feel like crying, but I’m not exactly sure why. BOO HOO.