Today my mom went on a cleaning binge... What fun. We cleaned everything, including the molding on the walls, and the underside of all the cabanets. She is insane, so we have to go through this about once a month.
I always look forward to Sundays, its the one day a week when I get my Postsecret fix. I'm addicted, I know, but I can't help it. I don't think anybody can.
It was pretty nice outside today, so I took the girls out twice, that way I could escape my mother, and have a smoke break. We met some girls in the neighborhood, and they commented on how tall Keely is. She looks to be about the size of a 7 or 8 year old, but is only 4. She is one big girl. Zaylah is crying now, because she wants her mother... God forbid they go a week or two without her. They don't even get to live with her, because she is unfit. So they must cry a lot.
I got to be part of the gossip at the gas station today. You've all seen it, old people stand up there and talk for hours at a time. I got to put in my two cents, about some kids being prego, and how young they are, and how they arn't going to be able to take it. We have a pretty high pregency rate, but we don't get to be on the top 10, because there are so few people in our school. They go by every 1,000, and we don't have that many people in our entire district. But who cares, we just love the gossip. Small town life, what would we be without you?
My mother would like for me to tell you that the life we lead isn't normal. But I think being normal is over rated. I don't want to fit in, I like to be who I am, and not who people want me to be. Its more fun that way.
Well I better get going, I have to ride the bus in the morning!!! YEAH FOR ME!!! not... I hate the bus. But that what I get for having dead beat parents.
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