so...
where to start...
well in the last week... my father has joined the ranks of those addicted cultists that join facebook... I'm sure he might get addicted to crackbook for awhile as well... I can say that because well... I am... I swear I only use it for the games!
I actually hesitated in adding him to my friends list... there's stuff I've said on there that I wouldn't tell my family... then I figured.. enh fuckit I'm supposedly an adult now... what are they gonna do ground me for being bisexual?!
which that leads me into the next thing that sort of made me realize that my family will never really know like a lot of my friends do... Riding along in the van with my mom and happened to be talking about a friend of mine who is in a hetero relationship but made mention of her working with a LGBTQ organization... she wondered why she would be working with them... I shrugged and said she's bisexual... to which my mother without hesitation responded with 'Ew that's gross.... I thought she was with 'so and so'... and he's ok with that? ew' ... I mean I should have figured that would have been her reaction but still... it hurts to know that your mother would find you gross... So no telling her that I'm bi... definitely no telling her I'm poly... she'd probably start questioning the way she raised me... yeah like it has anything to do with her... *shakes head*
The Man was great about it though was right here after reading my plurk about it waiting with arms wide open and telling me that he loves me... I really needed that.
Told my aunt (who was staying for a couple of days) about it as well... figured if anyone would understand she would. She did.
So the Manchild has turned 13... and still is talking to me... so I'm sort of hoping I'm still doing this parenting thing right...
I have to admit I have been having my doubts... it got to the point at the middle of last week that I was sitting here crying because I don't know how to get through the Boychild that school is important, behaving is important, that he needs to do his work and listen to the teachers... it's been weeks of this... taking away privileges, groundings... went in to speak to the LRT at the school... *sighs* she wants to do some sort of psycho-educational evaluation with him... want us to get him tested for dysgraphia... I just... I don't know what else to do... and I feel like it's my fault... we've gone with an idea the LRT did.. each day that he has a good day he gets a sticker in his agenda, if we don't see a sticker we know there was an 'issue'... first day didn't go so well... last week was better... 4 out of 5 days with stickers... I just wish I knew what's been setting him off... he didn't do this in grade 2 or 1 or either of the K's.... we've been suspecting that he doesn't like the teacher... but... he says that's not it... She's been nice and moved the kids around in the classroom in the hopes that maybe that will help out as well.... so yeah... we'll see how it goes...
Teaching has been going well... the girls are really doing well in their studies... this coming week is energywork again so we'll see how it goes... gonna have to keep them on topic a bit better... and let them know that hanging out after class is cool... but maybe not until 1am... tough though when I'm not saying anything about it...
Ostara coming up... woot to a fertility ritual... but yeah... comes with a bit of pain on my heart... I know we've actively stopped trying for a third but I can't help but still get sad when I get my menses each month... Soon I'll be 32 and I had wanted another before I was 30... *sighs* enh not going to get into that... already have enough sadness on my heart that I need to do away with.
I miss Big Daddy, a little more each day... I can't help but wonder and worry... mostly about how he's doing.. if he's happy and of course if he misses me... *chuckles* yeah I know bit selfish there but... you know sometimes I wonder... but mostly worry about how he's feeling and doing...
Roo-bee-roo and The Man keep me fairly distracted from thinking too much about him... but they both go to bed before me so I still wonder before I go to sleep...
Talking about Roo seems he might be coming to visit again in April... that makes me a happy camper... totally need to find Big Daddy a job in DC... *chuckles*
I can't help but feel absolutely totally blessed to have three such wonderful men love me... and I them...
I keep half expecting someone to walk by.. pinch me... and have me wake up.
Talking about pinching... I went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D the other day with my aunt and my sister... it was great... I do love me some Johnny Depp ... Helena Bonham Carter was good too... though I do wonder if the lisp she puts on some of her characters is really hers...
hmm... not sure what else to say... oh I'm totally loving plurk... I think I'm more addicted to that then anything else nowadays... probably because there's not a whole lot of people on it that I know... though I do have to confess that some of the private plurks are waaaay fun.
Oh... Also got myself an avatar on imvu... that's been interesting... now instead of going into a chatroom and getting ignored via text you can literally walk into a room full of people and get ignored completely... woo fun... mind you making the avatar is like playing grown up dolls... go shopping and fun stuff... so it's not too bad... figured I'd add a couple of pics of my avi...
Ended up having some strange conversations this week... that started with really strange questions...1. How do you deal with STD's? - my answer 'I don't get them' *knocks on wood and thanks condoms*
it turned into a question about being promiscuous nowadays and dating and how do you trust guys to give you anything...
2. Do you have Anal sex, and what's so great about it? - my answer 'uh...yeah... uh... I dunno'
That turned into a conversation about pussy tightness vs sphincter tightness... I hate to tell but sphincter will beat pussy in a clenching contest every single time... *whispers* every time.
3. How do you find men who like chubby chicks?! - my answer 'don't be stuck up, lower your standards a bit, don't be so negative...' Ended up that yes talking to a chubby chick but she hates that she's chubby, and it shows, and she's shy or overbearing... she needs to find a middle ground with her approach to men...
Oh and never go to a bar to try to pick up a guy... they'll almost never be the one who's looking for any sort of relationship past 6am...
to The Man... I love you <3>
to Big Daddy... te amo papi <3>
to Roo... ya you know ...
to Squasha... Big Shout Out! yeah you thought I forgot about you eh... you might not be one of my boys but I know that you're still a somewhat regular reader :P
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