I woke up, went to work earlier then usual, and sometime before I clocked out, a man came up asking about his wife's wallet that was left there once, and who it was that took it and saved it for them. The manager went to get the wallet and the waitress that found it and had it put in the safe came over by request and the elderly man couldn't thank her enough, he tried to give her some money, a ten or twenty dollar bill and she kept refusing it, saying she was just being a good samaritan and how it's what everyone should do, et cetera. She finally pointed it to a thing we have up front that's for kids, and so he put it in there, he could have just as easily taken it back, but it was real kind of him. He said ok, in honor of what you did. I just got to watch the whole scene and let me tell you, it was very beautiful. I wish someone did that for me in New York when I lost my wallet, but it was stolen, so no.
I got picked up by dad, did not feel like going straight to the movies after work to watch a new one, american sweetheart so I went home, and packed a little, then these nice twins that are like going into my school this year, they ended up coming here and playing cards with me, the boy, he smoked a cigg with me, because I wanted one, he said he smokes and his sister wouldn't get him in trouble for it. We had a nice time talking about things like camping and high rope courses and repelling and climbing. Later dad picked me up and I spent the rest of the day, or afternoon with him and then I went home, I amde pigs in a blanket at his house but only ate one, yuck. They were good, but very fattening. Whenever I cook or bake or anything, I make out pretty well, if you ever want mac and cheese I make it good, but Teri always makes it, uh, stick to your gums chewy. We kidd each other about that a lot. Dad seemed upset when I told him that the foster care thing was going on as expected, I wish I could believe that that would change things, but it won't.
Sometime when I got home mom had called, I was in the midle of packing again and she called, I couldn't find the phone, it turned up later to be under a couch cushion and she was like, after I saw her cell number on caller id I just wanted to know what you and Teri were doing, she sounded all happy and stuff, I knew she has been out, either at the boat or gambling and so I got pissed all of a sudden. IF you were home you'd know what we were doing, and I said how she lies and tells counselors and dhs that she doesn't gamble that much anymore because she goes to bingo sometimes instead of the boat always, and how she can't just go out so much and call us to still be acting like a parent, and accuse me of not being home just because I can't always get to the phone right away.
I ended up crying really bad, because I was like so while you're out for your millionth time in a row and having a wonderful time, I am sitting here at home and packing to go to foster care! I mean, I am going there and mainly because she cares more about her wasting our child support and having fun doing it then she does being a mother to us. I finally told her off, but not to win in an arqument but because it was te truth and how I felt, the tears felt good, like I was lifting huge burdens off my shoulders, and then i got tired, so I went to sleep, mom was home by then and she was like are you going to sleep? I just turned around and layed my head down so she would know I was planning on it and turn the light off, so that I wouldn't actually have to talk to her. She pissed me off, and acted like nothing mattered, I elt like a nobody, I even wrote an entry about how I was so unlovable in my paper journal, how I culdn't understand anyione that bothered to try and love me. I read an email, by a friend, an astranaut I met at the school by my house once with my teacher, Ms. H, and at the end he said You are loved and lovable. Exactly what I needed to hear. Ok, I need to make more updates before I forget things, and I am bothered by my puncuation, so I'm not going to worry about it in my next entries, I type too fast and it takes too much time going back always correcting mistakes I make. I'm just pure lazy.
I got picked up by dad, did not feel like going straight to the movies after work to watch a new one, american sweetheart so I went home, and packed a little, then these nice twins that are like going into my school this year, they ended up coming here and playing cards with me, the boy, he smoked a cigg with me, because I wanted one, he said he smokes and his sister wouldn't get him in trouble for it. We had a nice time talking about things like camping and high rope courses and repelling and climbing. Later dad picked me up and I spent the rest of the day, or afternoon with him and then I went home, I amde pigs in a blanket at his house but only ate one, yuck. They were good, but very fattening. Whenever I cook or bake or anything, I make out pretty well, if you ever want mac and cheese I make it good, but Teri always makes it, uh, stick to your gums chewy. We kidd each other about that a lot. Dad seemed upset when I told him that the foster care thing was going on as expected, I wish I could believe that that would change things, but it won't.
Sometime when I got home mom had called, I was in the midle of packing again and she called, I couldn't find the phone, it turned up later to be under a couch cushion and she was like, after I saw her cell number on caller id I just wanted to know what you and Teri were doing, she sounded all happy and stuff, I knew she has been out, either at the boat or gambling and so I got pissed all of a sudden. IF you were home you'd know what we were doing, and I said how she lies and tells counselors and dhs that she doesn't gamble that much anymore because she goes to bingo sometimes instead of the boat always, and how she can't just go out so much and call us to still be acting like a parent, and accuse me of not being home just because I can't always get to the phone right away.
I ended up crying really bad, because I was like so while you're out for your millionth time in a row and having a wonderful time, I am sitting here at home and packing to go to foster care! I mean, I am going there and mainly because she cares more about her wasting our child support and having fun doing it then she does being a mother to us. I finally told her off, but not to win in an arqument but because it was te truth and how I felt, the tears felt good, like I was lifting huge burdens off my shoulders, and then i got tired, so I went to sleep, mom was home by then and she was like are you going to sleep? I just turned around and layed my head down so she would know I was planning on it and turn the light off, so that I wouldn't actually have to talk to her. She pissed me off, and acted like nothing mattered, I elt like a nobody, I even wrote an entry about how I was so unlovable in my paper journal, how I culdn't understand anyione that bothered to try and love me. I read an email, by a friend, an astranaut I met at the school by my house once with my teacher, Ms. H, and at the end he said You are loved and lovable. Exactly what I needed to hear. Ok, I need to make more updates before I forget things, and I am bothered by my puncuation, so I'm not going to worry about it in my next entries, I type too fast and it takes too much time going back always correcting mistakes I make. I'm just pure lazy.