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My Guardian Angel
Sat Aug 12 2000

Hi, First I'm going to write about today, then I'm going to write about my guardian angel, and if it get's to be too long I'll write that part in another entry.
Ok, Today Amanda, my two year old cousin woke me up. We were sleeping together on the sofa bed which took forever to get us comfortable on and to sleep on, mostly because I had to be careful where my hands were since the last time I slept on it, I had my one hand under the cushion that I prop on top of the bed, and I happened to get a rash on that same hand! I'm probably allergic to this foam or whatever like my mom said, but it's hard to not sleep that way, so I basically had a hard time with it.
***** Before I forget***** I was too tired to write about this one, but last night as soon as we finally got home from work, and then Grandma's to giveher food, I had Cilla and Amanda playing and got on the computer to check my email. I always have, and noone was even around and so it was fine. Or so I thought. My mom came in the room when I was in the middle of checking my email, yelled, Get off the computer!!!! and stuf, I said give me another minute, and so Cilla's Dad, he came and he started trying to read my email, and I kept pushing him and trying to get him away, because I have no bad emails and I think that if someone is allowed to have email, by their mom that they have a right to privacy, and I was pushing him and stuff because the one that I def. don't want him to look at is about the rape and he found one with a subject similar to that one and he thought it would be a good one to read out loud with my mom behind, called I have a secret, it starts off: I lub you, I got your back, you got mine, I'll be there for you anytime.
Anyway, mom was actually restraining me and I was trying to get out of my email so he wouldn't keep reading it, and mom stepped on me, twice. I have a bruise on my right foot from her, and not to be mean, but she's heavyset and it hurt really bad!!! And,... She was just playing, but still allowing Cilla's dad to read my email and I was ready to cry because they held me back really well and I couldn't get it off, but I think I did something to mom to push her back, and that's when although Sherman, Cilla's held my wrists (OW!!!) I turned the whole thing off. I didn't have time to properly log off of here.
Today I took Amanda and Cilla to see our neighbor and then we went to a store and I got two cameras for vacation and I bought a huge piggy pillow for my new bed and I don't know what else I bought, can't remember. But they both looked so cutein the cart!!!
Then we went to a nice but cheapish rest. and ate chinese food, Amanada was in a booster seat and Cilla and I were there, we took lot's of pictures! The only bad thing was when I was sitting Amanada on my lap but then put her down so I could get our order of rice seperated, well, she didn't want Cilla to hold her and didn't want back in her seat so she ran around part of the rest. for a minute untill I got here, and had Cilla hold her anyway, she was good after that.
Then she got picked up at home and I had to get ready and go to work, and so I took Cilla with me because noone else was home and she can't stay by herself. On the way she asked me about why her stomach was hurting and I said that it's because she was excercising and that the liitle bit she ate (part of the rice and an egg roll and water) she was burning the calories from it. She is very worried about her weight now and I think that I can help her with it, instead of possibly getting an eating disorder, I'm trying to train her the right way whereshe will lose weight by eating right and by excer. I'm worried about her, She came in at where my mom works and said when asked if she ate diner that no, she didn't and she wasn't hungry, she said that really fast. She did eat some fat free candy throughout the day, though
Well, work was ok, but slow, me and another girl stalled for an hour with cleaning the bathrooms because we had to scrub and stuff, and we talked a lot and she even fixed my hair. Afetr work a lady asked me to pick something up from a close rest. and I did, and missed my ride for it, and you know what? she said you were supposed to go through the back with that, no thank you from her. so what I did because I was mad or hurt, I said a goodbye really quick and left, purposefully not saying anything else because they have this thing where when I walk home I have to call them and let them know I'm safe. I decided that I'm not going to call, I'll just see them tomm. So of course they called, it was on my called ID and they called at 9:33 Oh, well. I guess that I'm tired of being the baby of the place, they all male me feel like a baby, two girls my age and one year older, they walk home a lot too and live farther and don't have to call. I like the control thing, I don't want to call, I won't.
I wish she would have bothered with a thank you, but it doesn't matter. She knows that if she asks me to do something again, which she does a lot, that I wouldn't tell her no. I don't tell anyone no, and that's a problem because I've gotten hurt from it too many times.
I called at like 9:39, Ms. B, the one taking me shopping for my school clothes, and it was strange, I heard a lot of voices, ess. a little girls vocie and then the reciever finally was hung up gently. You know how that goes, you call someone, someone picks up and doesn't talk, you wait forever and they finally hang up, probably thinking someone just left the phone on.
WSell, I'll write more later, my hands are freezing because someone had the air on and so it's hard to type, plus this is weird, whenever I press the space key it deletes the next letter, hard to explain, but it's getting on my nerves. I'll write about My Guardian Angel soon, I promise!!! She means the world to me.
Love you all!!! Take Care!!! Love, mary
1 Comment
  • From:
    Paul (Legacy)
    On:
    Sat Aug 12 2000
    The H's sound like a wonderful couple. Too bad they can't be a part of your life. It sounds like they really care for you.

    Love,
    paul