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Red hair, potlucks and a cranky little boy
Tonight Warren was the cranky one in the family. He complained that he didnt like or want my meatloaf, yet he ate almost the whole thing, along with two small potatos and two helpings of beans. This was after he ate 4 oreos, (against my wishes), two bananans and a pear. I don't know where the kid puts it. I wonder if he is going thru one of those growth spurts. (wonderful I just paid off his current bunch of clothes, I wonder if Arnie Swarzenegger's mom had this problem). He accidentally dropped his beans, (they have to be in a separate dish to keep them from touching the other foods). He grabbed the dish to move it and accidentally dropped it. Not a big deal. I was a bit frustrated at first, but realized he didn't do it on purpose so I grabbed the paper towels and told him to just help me clean it up. We did but he looked down and made a comment about how he is always clumsy. (poor guy, he just needs to grow into himself). I felt so sorry for him. Afterwards we watched SpongeBob and Rugrats. Then part of Pelswick. After that we went upstairs and he had a mini tantrum because I wanted him to sleep in his bed, not with mom. (He is *8* years old, not a baby baby). I read to him and less than 3/4 of the way thru chapter 2 of Wrinkle in Time he was out. I think someone was very very tired tonight.
I also need to make sure I get his money in for his milk/juice break for the rest of the year. Apparetnly I totally spaced that the semester is starting new. They are also putting in a new lunch system, so if he isn't paid for he can't eat, no charging. That sux, if I dont get the message that he is out and I dont' send money or pay he is suppose to go hungy?/ They better make sure parents are well warned.
I am getting more pimples on my face. I never had this much problem with pimples when I was an adolescent. I dont understand it. If I follow the format of the rest of the women (on my maternal side) I still have about 10-15 child baring years left. Most of the women in my family hit the big M in the early to mid 40's. Even at this early stage I am not sure I am ready. My mom was pregnant with my brother when she was 40, and the first few weeks or so she thought he was Menopause. I still laugh at that. I mean I dont want more kids at this point, but life can change quick as all that, and I like knowing that I still have the option to change my mind. (Women in my family are also notoriously fertile. Most of my mom's siblings have anywhere from 2 -10 kids, most around the 5 or 6 kids range, my mom was the 10th of 13. Looking at men is enough for us. My calucultions indicate I became pregnant with Warren during Mike and my 3rd or so time.)
I also picked up some new hair dye. It is still in my normal dye color, but a more bright and lighter shade. It is a dark blonde auburn color. I love me as a red head. I am trying a new brand so I hope this goes well. INstead of my usual Natural INstincts I am trying Nutria, because, well because it had a coupon and was on sale and I being poor and notoriously cheap.
Mike never came over tonight. No suprises. I will call him tommorrow if I dont' hear from him. I still have to decide to make either augratin potatos, baked beans or sloppy joes for the Pinewood Potluck. Any suggestions. Warren also has a bunch of beads and patches comming, if Overachieving Dad is on the ball.
It is actually snowing agian, so Warren may go sledding tommorrow yet, maybe. There isn't enough yet, but in ND anything is possible. One of these times I will write and entry about how much I love North Dakota even though I also hate a few things. It is still my home. It is a great place to live, if you can tolerate the weather, and the crazy politics. (well sometimes). But right now I must go change my hair color. I will let you know how it turns out.
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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.