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October 20 GuiltyI remember that it started when I was a student in middle school. I was bored. Going to school wasn't really an enjoyable thing. The other kids were mean to me daily. My creativity needed an oulet. That's difficult when one can't paint, draw, sing, or photograph. I made up stories to vent my bad feelings but it wasn't enough. I needed a new way to enjoy life.
Another issue was contributing also. It was painfully obvious that no matter how hard I tried, I was never going to be part of the in crowd. Too poor, too awkward, too shy--it just wasn't going to happen. So I took control. If I was going to get tortured daily because of the way I was, why not control it?
I created themes. I created things to enjoy. Things to keep me going.
I wore an old straw hat for a week or so. I put something different on the band each day. I remember wearing fresh flowers on it. I read every James Bond book I could get my hands on. There was a strange one that claimed Mr. Bond was a real person. So I had a t-shirt made for myself. It read "James Bond Lives...". People were so rude about that shirt. I still don't understand what the big deal was.
I remember I got a Barbie doll as a gift. She came with little cardboard pieces that had a hole in each to put them on Barbie's earrings. Well, why should Barbie have all the fun? I wore them on my earrings. They were just silly little things, music notes, etc. Some girls started teasing me about them. "They are for your Barbie to wear. Not you." Who says so? Why?
One day I took an old pair of jeans and cut the legs off at the knee--as if I were making shorts. I put the shorts on and then put the legs on, tying them just below my knees so they stayed up. I thought it was great. That day was very very rough. Kids literally followed me around at lunch just to make fun of me.
At school dances(I LOVE to dance), the kids played way too many slow songs. I, of course, had no one to slow dance with. Bored out of my skull, I picked up my jacket, zipped it up, put one sleeve over my shoulder, the other in my hand, and danced with my jacket. I remember one girl telling me to stop. She said I was "ruining the dance for every one else". How?
Here I am 30+ years later and still people are down on me for being creative--for not being mundane. I'm not talking about wearing big fluffy bear claw slippers to an important business meeting. I'm talking about having fun with how I look. I made a flower vase out of my hair one day. I wear long colorful fake eyelashes on other days. The first day of the 2009 NFL season, I wore a jersey and put black makeup under my eyes.
None of those things are harmful. I don't have a professional job. I'm not wandering around with naked people, swear words, or offensive statements on my shirts. I'm not wearing shirts with cleavage. I'm not wearing tight little skirts. I'm just dressing up in a fun manner.
So why does it bother people so much? Are adults really no further advanced than those children I went to school with?
My husband, though I love him so, is one of the people who is bothered by the way I dress. He dislikes my makeup, my hair, and my clothes most of the time. He wants me to 'feminine'. He wants me to 'not look like a freak'. How can some people have so much fun with me, though they never dress like me, and others be so offended? What is so wrong about blue lipstick? What's wrong with having a theme to follow some days in one's attire?
I am at a loss to understand this.
Why are some people offended that I choose to   look the way I do? October 07 Holy absence, Batman!So uh yeah...I was uhm busy...
That's my story and I'm sticking to it! June 17 Yes, I am a failure.I won't mince words on this one. Stepson has been allowed to move in with his Mom. His father and I are evil, ya know. Well, that's according to the boy. I told him it was absolutely amazing the speed at which he went from depending on me every day for every need that came up to hating me.
I neglected my blogs and therefore lost touch with a long lost friend from highschool. I hope she doesn't think I didn't want to talk to her.
 I managed to gain so much weight that I had to buy the bathingsuit with the skirt and other features to hide my fat. I didn't want people asking when the baby was due.
I spent $279.60 on a pair of boots. Yes, that's right--$279.60.
I'm still addicted to Puzzle Pirates.
oh, and Happy Father's Day! I went out to mow my dad's yard for him and mowed right over his tv antenna cable. yeah...happy father's day, dad.  November 18 Further Adventures In CleaningI finished cleaning the boys' room--finally. So, I started on my daughter's room. I wondered why she said she was wearing mismatched socks because "I can't find any socks." I wondered why she was wearing the same clothes everytime I washed them. I found the answer to both. Her room was horrendous! The boys' room was the dirtiest but hers was the messiest. I was so amazed when I checked under her bed that I had to take a picture and record what I found.
I told all three kids that their rooms will NOT turn into this pig sty again!
P.S. It did not help that my sister kept saying "You're not done yet?" and "I can't believe you're still cleaning their rooms! I didn't think it would take so long." So either I'm slow or my house is disgusting...both probably.
Under one 8 year old girl's bed:
23 shirts
1 mitten
pompoms
1 vest
1 skirt
4 pants
14 socks
3 hangers
1 headband
1 pair of boots
1 pair of slippers
17 books
3 empty candy wrappers
1 rubber band
18 pieces of paper
29 various toys
14 stuffed animals
2 feathers
4 doll clothes
4 Legos
1 bedsheet
1 dress
1 pair of shorts
1 pair of tights
2 pair of underwear
1 doll
5 pieces of jewlery
4 writing utensils
1 hat
2 full bottles of water
1 empty thermos
3 empty toilet paper rolls
1 video game November 17 Addiction
Apparantly I have to be addicted to something. It used to be Puzzle Pirates, now it's cleaning. September 18 Fire Millen!And here we go again! Did we notice that HIS draft pic was released? Yes, yes we did. Did we notice the STOMPING yesterday? Yes, yes we did! FIRE MILLEN! We shoud have kept Mooch and gotten rid of MILLEN! BTW, did you know that one of the coaching staff was arrested for driving his SUV thru a Wendy's drive thru in Detriot IN THE NUDE? I love it. September 11 Yes, I am still alive.Though I'm not sure about much else.
Yes, I agree with you. These changes stink!!!! They are just imitating myspace.com. I don't like myspace.com so imitating them surely does nothing good for me.
Recess Job: anyone remember this saga? I subbed for 2 weeks. Someone else got the job. I subbed for 4 months and was awarded the job the last week of the school year. One week before school started, I received a letter stating I was layed off. I got used to the idea. The first day of school I am ask, "Can you sub for the next 3 months?"
erm...uhm....well I mean....ARE YOU INSANE?! lol So here I am subbing my own job? Well okay, not really. Someone else filled my position and I"m filling in for someone else. Really odd. I said to the principal, "If I get screwed any harder, I won't be able to sit down."
Now you know I'm mad when I talk like that. lol I never talk that way.
I did call the appropriate person in the union(even though I am not yet part of the union) and asked what pay I would be getting--sub ($5.69 and hour or regular $8.50 an hour). She said the latter. We'll see.
I told the principal what I was told about the pay. He said, "That's fine with me." I replied "It had better damn well be!" But, what he meant was he has no control over what I get paid.
If nothing else, this certainly has been an exciting experience, hasn't it?
And that's the excitement in my life lol.
I figured I will stay married to my less than perfect husband. I just ignore him during those...moments and pray our kids will end up better than either of us. During the rest of the time he can be down right awesome. I suppose we all have our faults.
and HEY it's NFL season!!!! wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I miss MNF already. :(((
Take care!! August 17 Of Mice and MenAt 2:30am, I woke up to a strange sound. Perhaps it was the cat scratching at the door or one of those darned mice chewing on something.
No, that wasn't it. I listened some more. It was a fluttering noise. My heart fluttering with love for my dear husband?
No, that wasn't it. Perhaps a bird or bat flying oustide the window. Yes, that must be it. I wished it would stop. It was keeping me awake. And what was that scratchy noise?
I sat up and listened some more. Something was flying back and forth outside the house--between both our bedroom windows?
No.
It was inside.
I said in alarm, "There's something flying around our room!"
My husband turned on the light, which didn't do much good as neither of us can see without our glasses. If an intruder came in at night we'd have to get our glasses on before we sprang into action. I saw the dark shape in the room. I exclaimed, "It's a bat!"
My dear husband replies, "It could be. Or it might be a moth." When's the last time you heard a moth's wings "flutter flutter"? That would be one huge moth.
Sure enough, it was a bat. It keeps flying around the room, getting kind of low sometimes. I threw my robe on while my husband took the pillow case off my pillow and tried to hit the bat with it.
I cowered on the floor, squealing like a helpless little girl. My husband is standing there, swinging after the bat. The bat is flying it's loop around the room, occasionally brushing it's wings against the wall. I'm just sure that as soon as my husband hits that bat, it's going to fall on me. This does not happen, thank goodness, but he does accidentally hit me with the pillow case.
I can't help myself. At the sight of a buff battler of a bat, I go between laughing and squealing. Finally, my husband ushers me out of the room.
I stand outside the closed door and hear the bat making it's squeaky little bat noises. I wonder what I can do to be helpful. I decide there's nothing and go downstairs to get a drink of water.
Meanwhile, hubby takes the bat outside, in the pillow case and sets it free. He comes back in and drops the pillow case at my feet. The triumphant nude hunter.
As I pick up the pillow case and put it in the laundry, he says to me as only a man could "You aren't going to put that back on your pillow?"
I lay in bed or the next 2 hours, unable to sleep. I am alert to every little noise. I hear crickets. I hear the neighbor's car, the kids' fans. One child calls out to his nephew in his sleep, "Joshua, stop it." The other talks to the dog in her sleep.
I finally say to my buff bat battler, "I can't sleep." He helpfully suggests I wash dishes.
I get up and my daughter calls out, "Mom." I take a detour into her room. She says she's scared. I ask her of what. "Bob." She says. "Bob?" our neighbor? "My balloon man." She answers. Thank goodness kids can be scared of 3 foot balloon sculptures, clueless that their parents are battling bats in the next room.
I went downstairs and sorted laundry. As I am doing so, the cat comes along and plops a dead mouse among the laundry.
Yay.
After sorting laundry, I begin washing dishes. The cat follows me and proceeds to fling the rodent's body about my bare feet as I wash dishes.
Wonderful. I was very glad when the cat finally ate the thing.
Let's see how the rest of the day goes...
June 26 Proud MamaThis is an assignment written by my son. He will turn very shortly. The kids did not get help on this assignment. The first paragraph is his assigment with the spelling mistakes uncorrected. I corrected them in the second, in case they made it too difficult to read. Enjoy!
Here's something you probobly don't know the outside of a computer is called a case. A part the you need is a motherbord. Windows xp is a sawftwere that is sopost to pervent spy were sometimes...it dos'nt. A motherbord gives you usb ports. Different motherbords give you different amonts of usp ports. Usb ports alow you to plug in usb controllers. Don't worie if you don't coned your cuputer up right it won't blow up. Coputers are fun to play with but...sometimes exspensive.
Here's something you probably don't know the outside of a computer is called a case. A part you need is a motherboard. Windows XP is a software that is supposed to prevent spyware sometimes...it doesn't. A motherboard gives you USB ports. Different motherboards give you different amounts of USB ports. USB ports allow you to plug in USB controllers. Don't worry if you don't connect your computer up right it won't blow up. Computers are fun to play with but...sometimes expensive.
I was SUCH a proud mama when I read his assignment! lol I laughed too. It's priceless!!!! My favorite line is the one about the software. I also like the one about the computer not blowing up. Too cool.
On another note, hats off to the pirate Heavyhand. He gave up Puzzle Pirates last night because it was taking up too much of his time. He went on one last pillage with us and then gave his items away. After he logged off, my husband said to me that we probably spend too much time on it too. So, I got up and asked him to keep me company in the kitchen while I washed dishes. He did. We chatted. That was nice.
Have I mentioned I'm THRILLED over being able to talk to my cousins again? Cause I'm SO happy about it!!
Yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! June 23 hanging my head in shameFor neglecting my blog and my fellow bloggers.
I will miss Scooter's Mommy. I wish you luck and happiness.
I am horribly hooked on Puzzle Pirates. If you want to find me, I'll be there. I'm Argyle.
 We went camping again. It went fairly well.
The twins turn 8 very soon. Eight years old...wow...I can barely believe it. Astonishing.
Once upon a time in a blog, I wrote about two of my cousins. I can't tell you how much I've looked for them over the years. My younger sister tried and found them on the first try! Talk about astonishing! I'm elated!!!!
I've taken up wearing hats. I shall post pictures if I can ever get around to logging off of Puzzle Pirates.
Take care! June 03 Recess JobEarlier this week, the principal asked me if I was interested in this job. I laughed and said, "Yes. That's why I applied for the job and show up every day."
One of the other ladies told me I shouldn't count on getting it. She said she wanted me to have it cause I'm her favorite, but she was sure that the principal would show favoratism toward another applicant. I told her I wasn't worried about it.
Friday, I was told by another of the ladies that the principal had narrowed the applicants to 3. He had told one of them she didn't have the job. Next thing I know, the principal is calling me over after speaking with her. He said, "Are you still interested in this job." I said, "duh!". (Great way to get hired, don't you think? haha)
He said, "The job is yours."
I thought, "What the heck happened here?"
Why didn't he do the interviews? I asked him about the interviews. He said, "That was the interview--'do you want this job?'" I told my Mom, "That's not fair to the other people!" She said, "Whose side are you on?!"
So, anyway, good news is I get a payraise! Bad news, I'm working for unorganized people who show favoratisim or lack of motivation or something lol. I'm sure it'll be a trip.
Went camping in the new(used) camper Friday night. We experienced a thunder storm. Wow does that camper stay drier than a tent!!! yay!! I cooked outside under the awning as the rain poured around us.
Allllll night there were noises. I am used to crickets and birds. But these were either thousands of frogs surrounding us or hundreds of geese or ducks calling to eachother thruought the part. Don't know.
It was fairly fun. The camper finally dried out at about 11am Saturday. We came home at noon and started unpacking. I started mowing while hubby finished and then it rained. lol
Have a great week! May 23 A few thingsI was in the gym washing tables at lunch time. One of the other recess monitors said to me, "I don't mean to be nosey, but do you know you have a hole in your pants?"
"You mean my belt loop?" I asked. "Yes, I know."
There was a pause and she said, "No....that's not where it is."
"Well where is it?!"
"On the seam. In the back."
Yes, folks, I reached around and found a very large hole in the seat of my jeans as I was standing at work in a gym containing adults and children. I quickly took off my jacket and tied it around my waist.
"Thank you!" I told the other monitor. I stepped away to wash more tables. She turned and said to the other two monitors, "No. She didn't know!"
Subject change:
I said to my husband recently, "This year will be our 10 year anniversary. We should do something special. 10 years is a long time."
"Ten years." He said. "Does that mean I can be paroled?"
"Ten years is a milestone!" I urged. "We should do something."
"A milestone." He replied. "Yeah, like a kidney stone."
I was telling one of my aunts this and her answer to him was: "A kidney stone? Are you saying you want me to pass? I hear it's painful."
Another subject change:
The recess job was posted. The posting has been taken down. The word is that five people applied and now interviews will be done. There are 11 school days left. I guessed a couple weeks ago that the school was going to let me sub the rest of the school year and hire someone then. We'll see if I'm right or not.
Yet another subject change:
Do you know what your child is doing online?
I was playing Puzzle Pirates, again, and planked a pirate. I don't take planking lightly. The pirate was asked to participate on the ship. He refused. He was planked(but not by me). He got back on the ship and did the same thing. I sent him a private message letting him know that he needed to participate if he wanted to avoid being planked again. He refused and sent me nasty messages. So, I planked him. Later that day, I was on my own ship when a pirate said to me, "You fired my brother today." I asked her what his name was. She told me. I said I had indeed planked him and he had a nasty mouth( I suppose he had nasty fingers?). She said he cried his eyes out because I planked him. "He's only 6." She said. Six?! Now of course I don't know if she's telling the truth or not, but I could believe it. Other pirates have told me they are 9.
I let my son play it. I just started that this weekend. I put the program in his computer. We had a talk about online safety. On Disney's VMK website, they ask the children "You wouldn't talk to strangers on the street, would you? Then why do it online?" I signed up his account and I am the only one who knows the password. I told the kids that if I catch them signing themselves up, I will take it away. He is only allowed on PP when I am and he is mostly only allowed to sail on my ship with me.
I just don't know that I would feel comfortable with my kids at 6 or 8 or 9 being allowed to have unsupervised time in online games, messengers, or chat rooms. Adults have enough problems with those things, I can't expect a child to be able to handle it better.
Have a great day! I will try to get back to your blogs soon. I'm sure I'll have more time when school is out. our weather is finally warming up--it may even get HOT this weekend!
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Take care! I miss you!
May 11 Hello!Hello to all of you who have so nicely come back to read my blog.  I feel much better! The fog has lifted thanks to some meds.  Hey--there's nothing wrong with meds if one needs them! I wish I knew what brought the fog on, though. Doc says there isn't always a reason--sometimes it just happens. Those who know me say it is because of my suddenly busy life. I'm on meds for the next 6 months and then I'll try going off them again.I haven't been playing the Sims2 lately because I am now hooked on PuzzlePirates. I have my own ship now but I am unable to sail it until I save up enough money to buy a captain's badge. I have observed that either I am getting planked for things that aren't my fault, or I am being begged to join the crew cause I am so well liked. Odd, that. On a sad note, my husband's cat has died. He was 14 years old. My husband and his exwife picked out that cat when it and their son were both 6 months old. No word on the recess job yet. Take care! April 28 Who is messing with the settings??Something's wrong. I don't know what the cause is.
I thought it was PMS. But it's been here for at least 3 or 4 weeks now. And, oh, PMS should be over by now.
So what it is, I don't know. Menopause? eeeek. I'm too young for that!
Can't be an allergic reaction to medication since I'm not on any.
Things are okay at school, work, home, and with the kids.
I'm really in a fog here.
Take care folks. April 25 Update very quicklyOkay, I admit it. I do have a little time each day to read blogs. But instead I play the Sims2 (those poor tortured Sims) or PuzzlePirates. Please don't feel as if I'm ignoring you in favor of playing video games. I need time to unwind, you understand. I can't do that, usually, while reading blogs. I worry about people too much. I read that something bad happened or that someone is struggling and then I get upset. I know I know--but therapy is really so expensive. I'll have to share some pics of my Sims soon. Then we can add another thing to list of proof that Christine is totally nuts. When you see my poor Sims, you'll understand. Good news! The recess job was finally posted! I came into work yesterday and found a copy of the posting and an application in my mail box. lol The parent group at school has had their last meeting(at which I struggled greatly as acting president) and their annual election. Well, actually there was no election really. There was only one person nominated for each position. To even get that, we had to twist arms and blackmail. So I'll be VP again next school year. But thankfully we have someone else as president! Stepson is having a good time with track! Yay! He appears to be making friends, too! I'm very glad. He has another track meet tonight. Elections at church will be soon. I have decided that I will NOT accept any nominations for secretary. I haven't decided if I'll run for board member again or not. The twins start their ball practice tonight--that would be my twins, not the pro baseball team. Unfortunatly, this is the same night as stepson's track meet. We'll muddle thru somehow.I have new pics to show you all--I just have to post them. All pics are kept on hubby's computer now. It seemed safer that way until one of his drives died. lol So what happened to this quick update? My word I'm long winded. Sorry! Take care! I visited a few blogs today and I'll get to more tomorrow, I hope.  April 20 ....hello....goodbye...see you next timeIt's back to work and school--and whatever it is that fills my days. Busy busy busy How on earth do you all do it??? I'm going to go eat now because my stomach hurts. Have a great weekend!!!!!! April 13 Let it go!I used to think there was something wrong with my kids. Since I have been working at the elementary school every day, I have concluded that they are normal. I don't know which is more frightening. These are my observations: Children cannot mind their own business. If there is a crowd, children will flock to it to see what the big deal is. If they suspect another child has been hurt, they will follow and ask repeated questions about the injury. If they suspect that another child is in trouble, they will follow and ask repeated questions. Some children will even let you know said child's previous infractions over the past few years. It is never "my fault". Daily occurance: "Johnny kicked me!" "Johnny, you should not be kicking Suzie!--" "She hit me!" I look at Suzie. She says: "Well...yes. But then he kicked me." Children, for the most part, do not plan ahead. A favorite activity on the playground is to throw your friend around and jump on them. "Stop that before some one gets hurt!" "We're just playing!" Five minutes later, either someone is hurt or the children are mad at eachother. What happens the next day? The very same thing. Children don't get cold very easily. "Do we have to wear coats?" "It's snowing." "But do we have to wear our coats?" Children are attracted to water and ice like moths to a light. Children cannot "let it go". "Suzie said she doesn't want to be my friend anymore." "Then don't play with her. Find someone else to play with." "But I want to play with her!" "Don't worry about Suzie. Play with someone else." The child wanders away and follows Suzie around for the rest of recess. But the best example of this: A group of children were playing with a toy. Another group of children wanted to play with said toy. I told the first group that their turn was over. All four got mad. One threw the toy. One cried. One stomped off and pouted. Another told the second group how mean they were. Now, you'd think the second group of kids would be satisfied that they got their turn with the toy. Nope. The second group, instead of playing with the toy, used their time to tell the first group that they were mean for not sharing. The first group responded in kind. At one point, two boys were physically struggling with eachother over the issue. Oh sure, kids are cool and I love em all. I just get to see the good, bad, and ugly of their behavior. God bless school employees--especially teachers! The good: "Recess lady." "Yes?" "You're prrreeeeeeety!" The bad: "You're bad!" "What? Why would you say that, Suzie?" "You're bad! You're wearing black nail polish!" "Now, Suzie. You know me. I've never been bad to you." "You're bad! You're wearing black nail polish!" I just couldn't convince her otherwise. The principal said "Well, that's nice to know."(that I was bad) lol Have a great Thursday and a blessed Ressurection Sunday. Christmas is awesome, but without the Ressurection, we'd have nothing. On an unrelated note, I sure did have some interesting searches lead to my site yesterday! lol Among them, "husband-slave wanted", "slave boots", and someone wanting "mude" translated to English. April 12 Slave At Home Mom, mechanicDear hubby has been home a lot so far this week. His boss doesn't have enough work for the guys so far this week. I give the hubby a hard time about sitting around doing nothing all day(except for complaining about the rest of us). He was defending himself last night saying "I even cleaned a little." Oh really?? "One of the kids was very dirty! There was dirt in the bathtub. I rinsed it out." LOL That's cleaning? Not "I washed the bathtub." No. "I rinsed it out." Sorry, that's not cleaning. I told him that meant I could say "I worked on the van." because I checked the coolant last week, saw it was low, and poured some more in.  April 10 Suggestive?I was sitting in front of my computer--shocking I know--when I saw my dear hubby was logged onto one of his messengers. I, being playful and silly, sent him a message even though he was two rooms away.
He said, "That picture is a bit suggestive!!"
"What picture?" I asked, confused.
"The one where you're showing your boobs!"
"My Yahoo Avatar with green hair?"
"That's not what showed up." He said. "Come look."
So I had myself a look. I don't see what he sees. I think it's probably suggestive to him because he's male. If a woman has boobs, she's showing them off(in a man's point of view).
RebellionWork didn't go too badly today. It was better than the Friday before break!
My new boots worked out well.
The kids did not do well at all getting ready for school this morning.
Are you bored yet?
On the way home from school, we saw a Michigan State Bomb Squad truck. I've never seen one before. Why there is one in our tiny town today, I have no idea. It's certainly not something one sees every day! Well, unless you worked on a bomb squad.
Are you bored yet?
Here's something to think about:
I was thinking about ways I am more lenient than my Mom. She would never have let me wear black nail polish. I would let my daughter(I doubt I'd let my son). I was only allowed one earring in each ear. I pierced my own ear once--only wanted two holes in one lobe and one in the other. My punishment was to take the earring out. Ouch. My daughter already has her ears pierced. I would have let the boys get an ear pierced each but their father forbids it. I don't think I'd let them get both ears pierced. My Mom dissaproved of my giving my son a mohawk. I have no problem with a mohawk.
So that brings up the thought of breaking those rules. I remember sneaking up at night to record and watch shows I was pretty sure my Mom would have said 'no' to. I always wondered if she knew I was doing it anyway.
So, rebellious behavior for me--other than talking trash--were those types of things. No drugs, no alcohol--I tried smoking a little but it didn' t work out.
And that, in turn has me thinking about my own children's rebellious behavior. Because I am more lenient than my parents, does that mean my children will be more rebellious than me? And if they are more rebellious than I was as a teenager, what will be the cause? Will it be the leniency issue or is it more of their personality? What makes a person rebell? How does one spell rebell? Can't be rebel. Hmm. Anyway, back to the question at hand.
My sisters, though they are much more 'together' as people now, were more rebellious than I as teens. They seem to have gotten it all out of their system years ago and here I am acting more like a rebellious teen than an old housewife(or even a young one).
I'm leaning towards rebellion being a normal part of growing up. How much a child rebells is what puzzles me. And darn, am I spelling that right. What do the children of criminals do? Do they rebell worse then their parents and end up in prison too? Do children of practically perfect people rebell less?
I know there's always an exception. But I am still wondering about this question. What will my kids turn to for rebellion if their mother doesn't say no to purple hair or a pierced nose? |
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