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Thursday, Mar. 03, 2005 @ 12:12 pm
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Okay, This Quiz'sresults are no suprise to me.

You are a Social Liberal (65% permissive) and an...Economic Liberal (8% permissive)

You are best described as a: Socialist. You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness.

But at least I have mastered the English language. Advanced You scored 93% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 87% Advanced, and 61% Expert!

You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.

Now if I could just get it's and its straight. Now matter how many times I look it up, or think about it, I can never remember which is which.

Okay enough filling space with fun, but useless tests. Last night something happened that had me wigging out on my son, and by the end he was nearly in tears. Things started out innocently enough, I came home from work and Warren was at a friend's house. He came home with no problems and on time. I was making dinner and when he came home, and when he walked near me in the kitchen, I got a definate, very familiar and highly unwelcome odor comming from him. No not pot or anything that bad, but a definate smell of cigarette smoke. He positively reeked of it.

I confronted him head on and asked him about it point blank, all but accusing him of it. First he just just mentioned something about it being from his friends house. Then, when I pressed on, he said that he and Dillion had been playing PS2 in the room with the bigger tv and that was the room where Dillion's dad smoked. That was the story he stuck to, and he didn't seem to be acting like he was lying, which normally I can tell most of the time from how he acts. However something in me wouldn't let it go.

I dropped it for the time being, but brought it up again later and he still stuck to the same story, insisting he didn't smoke and he would never do such a thing, so I dropped it. But a few hours later (after my L&O fix), he wanted to get out of the house, so we went for a drive. I brought it up again, just to reassure myself as much as to test his story. But this time instead of dropping it, I kept on about drugs and drinking and how he is getting to the age where some of his friends are going to be doing some not so good things, and there will be a time when he is offered, and I need to know I can trust him and so on... eventually he was near tears, and saying " do you have any idea what it is like when you are telling the truth and your own mother won't believe you.." I realized that he is telling the truth. I can almost always tell when my son is lying, and he knows I know when he is lying and he will give it up. For him to react this way, I know he is telling the truth. But I still had to lecture and talk about the dangers, a conversation we have had many times in the past.

He assured me he has no desire to do that stuff, that he doesn't have to do what others do to be cool. He came right out and said, that he has seen what drugs and drinking have done to his dad, and he doesnt' want that to happen to him. But his dad also grew up with an alcholic father (albeit a well educated and employed one), but by 7th grade was ducking classes to hang out with the pot heads, and by high school was in legal trouble and had been put in the rehab by his folks, at least once.

I am not ready to deal with my child facing these issues. He has his dad's genes as well as mine. I know that addiction can often have a genetic factor and the thought of him trying anything even once scares the bejesus out of me. Last week in the paper was a story of a 13 year old girl admitted to the hospital because she had drank so much she was unconscious. My son will be 12 in June. He see's me as being over protective and of harping on him. I see it as being scared shitless for him, and what is waiting. I've heard the stories about the local high school, where kids have been arrested for comming to class drunk, doing pot on school property and other freaky things. I want my son as far from that seen as possible, unfortunately to quote an old episode of the Cosby Show, even if I sent him to the North Pole there would be a line of penguins behind the school passing a joint, it can't be avoided, and that is what scares me the most.

We did finally make up, and he knows I love him, that is why I get so worried. But he doesn't understand that I trust him, it is the rest of the world I can't trust.


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Daily Dumbass: Landlord scared the shit out of me, ringing the bell at 15 to 10 at night
Thankful For: My son didn't smoke..
Music of the mind: : I've got to runaway...I've got to get away....from the pain...tainted love...damn 80's

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.