straight through the lip and you're to blame..

The lip has been pierced, you know sometimes I think she looks at the rules of the school and then decides what to do with her body next.

I'm tempted to buy a magnet and stick it to her when she's asleep, but I think that might be a wee bit cruel. She had her practical on Friday, it was moved because the teacher wanted to run through some practice runs with her, which I thought was very nice of the teacher. Especially when you consider she hasn't attended classes of Home Ec in months.

Things are improving with her though, not sure if its the therapy or the anti-depressants but whatever it is , we're just enjoying it. I was all prepared for the stress levels to rise again once she returned from the land of windmills and clogs but no. Well, the only little bone she has to pick at the moment is sex and how when she's legal, she can have sex and we can't do anything about it?! This conversation kicked off one evening while I was trying to figure out how to get the slope of a line?!

"You know its ridiculous that you insist on treating me like a child?"

I glanced around assuming she was talking to someone else, then released there were two blue eyes boring into me.

"What"

"This whole I'm 15 and so I can't have sex, you do realise that when I'm legal it will be soo stupid of you to continue to talk about suing someone for having sex with me"

The equation of the line was looking more interesting as this one-sided conversation progressed.

"Well?"

Caught now, I had to give an answer. Can I take 50/50 or call a friend.

"You'll always be a child in my eyes"

Wrong answer, the eyes narrowed, Mammy2 ran for shelter in the room as lightning lit up the living room and thunder rumbled ominously in the back ground.

"I'M FIFTEEN, NEARLY SIXTEEN"

"Yes, but in my eyes" I tried explaining as my hair caught fire " You will always be a kid, someone I burped, changed her nappies, watched her first steps. You don't like it when myself and Mammy2 talk about sex"
I heard a faint shout from the bedroom

"You tell her Mammy1"

This paused her in her tirade, she was either contemplating turning me into a frog or actually thinking about what I had to say, I took this lull in conversation and offered to make tea. Always good for distracting. It worked.

Speaking of all things withcy, herself and her best mate D, have acquired a new friend who's also into Wicca and the three of together remind me of the girls off Charmed. I tried quoting the power of 3 at them, and got 3 sets of glares rather then the one I am used to.

I started back training last week and either I am getting older, or the juniors have started training with the seniors. 30 minutes of sparring , and while the sensei's tell people to take it easy, the people fighting me don't hear that. At around 8.30, I crawled out of the gym. Still, its good to work off some aggression.

We went to see the Amityville Horror last night as part of our sister bonding film. She has a habbit of holding your arm in a vice grip when she gets scared, this obviously leaves a mark and not to mention how sore it is, so I wear a baggy top which she can then wrap her hand around. 10 minutes into the film,she was buried in my shoulder muttering about how it was a great film and we must buy it. She loves to be scared, mad child that she is.

Although when we got home, I had to stand guard at the bathroom door, so much for bravado!