LB is home again, he developed a bit of a fever. It would come and go,
but it never amounted to high temperatures. Just enough to make him cranky
and an attention hound.
I'm feeling sleepy today. My eyes are heavy and I'm not sure why since I
got to sleep in until 6:45 this morning (LB wasn't leaving for school so I
didn't need to get him up).
I was at the bank this morning, and ahead of me in line was a tool.
He stood there yelling at the tellers, actually he was almost screaming.
He kept insisting that there was more money in his bank account because his work
was supposed to deposit a check in his account last night so it should be there.
Um, could it be that his work didn't deposit the check yet and perhaps the bank
tellers are right when they print up his account history and show him there is
only $79 in his account.
Maybe he should be yelling at his work? Just a thought.
Not much happening in the way of excitement here in Kat's World. Snotty
noses, whining children, laundry and house work. Yippee.
But I'll take this level of excitement over too much any day. And I know
that the sh1t is about to hit the fan, I'm just waiting.
I heard from my Dad this weekend, no I haven't answered him yet. I don't
feel in such a hurry, not after all the emails he's ignored from EB and myself
these past 3 months. No sirree, no hurry what so ever!
I knew that I would hear from him soon, since Thanksgiving is next week here in
Canada. I don't know if he wants us to go up there (we're not) because he
was sort of vague about stuff. He did tell me some stuff that puts me in
an awkward spot, and that truly pisses me off. It's also the reason the
drama is going to be starting soon (the sh1t hitting the fan that I mentioned).
Why can't my parents play fair and just leave me the hell out of all their crap?
His excuse for not calling since July1st is that he lost my phone number.
Ok, so why didn't he answer any of my numerous emails? Don't know.
He never covered that area.
He even goes so far as to say that we are a terrible family for staying in
touch. I resent that.
I have tried to stay in touch. I have made phone calls, sent emails and
did everything I could to keep him in my life. I have not been the one
that is terrible for keeping in touch, he is. And I feel that he should
just say "I suck at keeping in touch, sorry!" But that will never
happen, my father will never own up to his mistakes, never accept responsibility
for his actions. I know that. That's just the way he is, has been
all my life. I've come to accept that. It doesn't mean that it still
doesn't piss me off, I just know that there isn't any point in bringing it up
with him because it's like a dead horse in our family.
I've signed up for this years NaNoWriMo, see the participation logo at the bottom there (↓). Click on it for my NaNo Profile, not that it's exciting or anything. But during November it'll be a way to keep track of how I'm doing with ease.
1:16 p.m. - October 04, 2005
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