flavoured condoms and coffee

In school, they are being taught to set up a company and pick a product which they can sell. She chose flavoured condoms, they chose lollipops. Figures. I clarified with her if she had suggested the product to her teacher, thankfully she had the sense not to do that. I can only imgine the parent teacher meeting with that conversation. She annouced yesterday herself and her best mate are
'going for coffee' on Wednesday. I'm unsure what brought this on but anything that involves her not being around us whilst she's in the middle of her period is always good.

Yesterday, I just about survived the evening with her. Considering, its that time of the month, when my ovaries decide to get pissy with me all because they're not arsed offering a good home to the sperm that knock on its door. They decide they are going to control my every mood. If it looks like I'm happy, make me miserable, if it looks like I am dwelling too long on miserable, cheer me up really quickly in case I get suspicious. As if I don't know their style already.

We are having an attempt this month , hopefully. It is our man's bday and if figures go correctly, it looks like those bitches, the ovaries that is, are looking to get dolled up and ready for action in and around his bday weekend. I suppose I should have pointed the calendar out to them ages ago and we wouldn't be having this problem. Still, you never know. They might hold on for a while.

We are a grand total of one month into the school year and so far so good. Only one phone call and a couple of stern warnings in relation to make-up and hair color. Apparently the blood red streaks that are now turning pink could be classes as a cult hairstyle. I wonder could I get them to explain cult hairstyle to us? What exactly does it mean because I have no idea. She's getting her hair done on Thursday anyway, back to the black. She has mentioned bleaching it and I told her to save it for the summer holidays.

She's 'job hunting' at the moment. For that read, sitting at the pc and loading up nixers.com. Then going, "there's no jobs out there at all". She wants a job, yet she doesn't want to do any of the jobs that are advertised. One of the criteria for Amsterdam, and we are still considering it, is she has to get a job and pay for some of it. It might also make her a bit more responsible. I wonder will she be buying coke as much when she has to pay for it herself. I don't think so. I'm trying to imagine her in a job which involves interacting with the public. And its not happening either. Perhaps she will surprise us all.

She's got a new friend by the name of Alexia. I don't think she has one friend with a regular name like Mary, Tom or Mick. They range from Troy to Jade to Alexia. Never mind the names, her mates are from as far away as South Africa and Russia. She's like the UN of Central Bank. Hm, I wonder would she see the funny side of a blue helmut for christmas?