Things are pretty straight forward when you're a teenager, I think, anyway. She said yesterday she was going to buy an apartment near to whereever we bought our house as long as we bought a house in Kildare and not Athlone. She feels if we have a child, the child will be bullied and we will be stoned out of our house whereas in Kildare, they obviously put red carpets down for gay families. We have never said one way or the other as to where we are going to locate ourselves. She just assumes. I casually asked her what about Italy. That was on hold for the moment until J, the boyfriend learns Italian. I am assuming she already speaks it fluently. She was in a bit of a mood at the weekend and thankfully she wasn't around us, J, the poor boyf was on the receiving end of most of her mood swings.
She was pretty peeved last week with some of the grades she got for her christmas test, 44 in Maths did nothing for her. We've a parent teacher meeting this Thursday, not looking forward to that. Sometimes I think it should be fine and then she arrives home telling us that she told the Art teacher to die or something and I'm never sure if she's serious or not. I suppose anything is an improvement on last year and we just have to take it in our stride. She was sitting on the couch playing Tomb Raider the other day when she asked what we were getting her for her 18th bday. She's only 17 this year, so we're talking a long way off. Mammy2 said we'll think about it in
another year and a half.
D, her best mate, I was told this morning is turning buddist. I have no idea when this came about or what brought the descision about, but I can only assume its to do with the fact that her mother is moving to England and leaving her 'all by herself'. They seem to be chatting again, not sure
if D has moved back into the best friend title just yet but at least the kid has someone to hang out with in school. The sister is home from Holland next week, yay! Looking forward to seeing her. So much happening next week, top of the agenda is ovulation. Here's hoping those lovely ovaries
are well rested and looking forward to some action. They've had a fairly easy life of late. They can start to do some work for a change.
This weekend was stressful for me as the feckin RSI paid a return visit to my shoulder. I had a bad bout of it last year and got rid of it. So Mammy2 played nursemaid over the weekend and kept it limber and kept cream etc on it. Comes from too much time on the PC, I suppose its understandable
after over 10 years of programming that something would complain. If I rest it enough and keep stuff on it, it should be grand. I asked her this morning to put stuff on it, and she was all worried in case it was fatal. The poor kid must think every little illness or injury is fatal these days. I suppose
after what happened with Mam its understandable, so I told her I'm going to live until a ripe old age and then she's going to have to look after me. To which she replied "Nay, I'll bung you in a home" Lovely stuff indeed. So thoughtful, teenagers of today!
Monday, January 16, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Holland out, Italy in
She's moving to Italy when she finishes school for 2 reasons:
1) Its too cold in Holland this time of year.
2) When J the boyf moves to the US, it will be easier for him to visit her and he likes pizza.
Strange the way her mind works. I felt sorry for her yesterday, I know it appears that I do nothing but give out about her, but seriously. Herself and her best mate D have the strangest relationship. Over the christmas for example, it appeared that D txted her whenever she had nothing better to do and the kid soon copped on to this and wasn't impressed. So when D texted the next time, the kid ignored her. Cue new best friend when the kid started back on Monday. With matching necklaces. They're best mates now. Talk about being dumped faster then a hot potato. I mean, the kid has difficulty sometimes making mates, like good mates.
She reminds me of K, the sister in Holland when she was in secondary school. I'm not sure what the feeling is, but the kid is insisting she wants to be different and doesn't want any friends whilst all the time just wanting to fit in. K was different in that she wanted to have friends I think, but some of the people she befriended weren't the most trustworthy. That said, I can hardly talk. I was as anti-social as they come in school!
So last night, the kid was going on about how cool it was that she was a loner and stuff but I knew she was putting on a brave face. When I finally hit the sack, I forgot to check had she taken her meds and when I came back out to her she was sitting on the PC, with death metal stuff blaring in her ears. When she finally heard me calling to her, she muttered something and just seemed down in herself. She was going on about voices in her head. I never know whether to take this seriously or not so I just advised her to talk to her counseller about it when she sees her next. Mammy2 then came out and did her usual smother the kid with hugs whilst poking her and ruffling her hair. It seemed to work, she cheered up a bit. Sometimes, she makes it so hard on herself. Not wanting anyone , yet at the same time feeling lonely.
I'm sure as fantastic as we are, we're not the best of company and we're BORING(said in a dragged out teenage voice) most of the time. I hope herself and D sort it out as it would be good for her to have some sort of close friend whilst in school even to just pass the day with. She gets on well with the other girls but never mentions hanging with them or bringing them home. I think she's still trying to get over the whole they're scangers and I can't possibly hang with them mindset. The boyf is up tonight. He's supposedly having a rough time of it as his band is breaking up. One of the members of his band is going on hunger strike because his parents have taken his guitar away from him and won't give it back until his grades improve. As with most stories the kid tells us, I am unsure how much of it is true. Just last week D, the ex-best friend's mother was moving to England. Just like that. Up and leaving her 16 year old daughter. Again, not sure what to believe.
I can't remember much of my teenage years, but I do know they positvely pale in comparsion to the kids!
1) Its too cold in Holland this time of year.
2) When J the boyf moves to the US, it will be easier for him to visit her and he likes pizza.
Strange the way her mind works. I felt sorry for her yesterday, I know it appears that I do nothing but give out about her, but seriously. Herself and her best mate D have the strangest relationship. Over the christmas for example, it appeared that D txted her whenever she had nothing better to do and the kid soon copped on to this and wasn't impressed. So when D texted the next time, the kid ignored her. Cue new best friend when the kid started back on Monday. With matching necklaces. They're best mates now. Talk about being dumped faster then a hot potato. I mean, the kid has difficulty sometimes making mates, like good mates.
She reminds me of K, the sister in Holland when she was in secondary school. I'm not sure what the feeling is, but the kid is insisting she wants to be different and doesn't want any friends whilst all the time just wanting to fit in. K was different in that she wanted to have friends I think, but some of the people she befriended weren't the most trustworthy. That said, I can hardly talk. I was as anti-social as they come in school!
So last night, the kid was going on about how cool it was that she was a loner and stuff but I knew she was putting on a brave face. When I finally hit the sack, I forgot to check had she taken her meds and when I came back out to her she was sitting on the PC, with death metal stuff blaring in her ears. When she finally heard me calling to her, she muttered something and just seemed down in herself. She was going on about voices in her head. I never know whether to take this seriously or not so I just advised her to talk to her counseller about it when she sees her next. Mammy2 then came out and did her usual smother the kid with hugs whilst poking her and ruffling her hair. It seemed to work, she cheered up a bit. Sometimes, she makes it so hard on herself. Not wanting anyone , yet at the same time feeling lonely.
I'm sure as fantastic as we are, we're not the best of company and we're BORING(said in a dragged out teenage voice) most of the time. I hope herself and D sort it out as it would be good for her to have some sort of close friend whilst in school even to just pass the day with. She gets on well with the other girls but never mentions hanging with them or bringing them home. I think she's still trying to get over the whole they're scangers and I can't possibly hang with them mindset. The boyf is up tonight. He's supposedly having a rough time of it as his band is breaking up. One of the members of his band is going on hunger strike because his parents have taken his guitar away from him and won't give it back until his grades improve. As with most stories the kid tells us, I am unsure how much of it is true. Just last week D, the ex-best friend's mother was moving to England. Just like that. Up and leaving her 16 year old daughter. Again, not sure what to believe.
I can't remember much of my teenage years, but I do know they positvely pale in comparsion to the kids!
Friday, January 06, 2006
Things you learn from Teengers I
There are times when I feel she is doing things totally for a reaction. Yesterday par example. I arrive home early from work as I was supposed to have an interview with the radio woman. I come into the apartment, the place is tidy I'll give her that. Things have improved greatly in that sense due to the rota we came up with. Everything has a timetable and a checklist. It appears to be working so we'll stick with it. She however sticks to her very rigidly. As in she won't volunteer to do anything that hasn't made it to the rota. I'm sure she will become more flexiable as time goes by. I cook her dinner and at one stage I turn around to talk to her, whilst keeping an eye on the pasta and she has a pencil stuck up her nose.
Whilst trying not to laugh outright at her, I continue to glare at her. She is looking at her sketch and filling in some more shadow. I calmly ask why she has a pencil stuck up her nose. She looks up:
"Oh, I keep losing it behind the couch so I thought I'd keep it there so I won't misplace it"
Please tell me if that makes sense to you because it sounded like THE most ridiculous idea i'd ever heard. I asked her to remove it. She asked why. I glared some more.
"Fine. Be a snob" She uses this phrase the whole time. A snob never sticks pencils up their nose. Hmmm. She has interesting theories.
She has started a savings program. For program read piece of paper with the words "If I save every week until " blah, I will have enough money to buy a guitar. I think she thinks that we'll see it and go "Aw, maybe we should buy it for her". Or maybe I'm being completly cynical and she is actually thinking of saving. Who knows.
Whilst trying not to laugh outright at her, I continue to glare at her. She is looking at her sketch and filling in some more shadow. I calmly ask why she has a pencil stuck up her nose. She looks up:
"Oh, I keep losing it behind the couch so I thought I'd keep it there so I won't misplace it"
Please tell me if that makes sense to you because it sounded like THE most ridiculous idea i'd ever heard. I asked her to remove it. She asked why. I glared some more.
"Fine. Be a snob" She uses this phrase the whole time. A snob never sticks pencils up their nose. Hmmm. She has interesting theories.
She has started a savings program. For program read piece of paper with the words "If I save every week until " blah, I will have enough money to buy a guitar. I think she thinks that we'll see it and go "Aw, maybe we should buy it for her". Or maybe I'm being completly cynical and she is actually thinking of saving. Who knows.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
All over for another year
Christmas was great this year, well as great as it can be without the mother around. Its a relative term when I think of the last few christmases we've had. The kid behaved herself so well that my stress levels were non-existant. We had a lovely christmas day, cooked dinner and then played Pictionary and a few other games. The kid was wallowing in present ville, she got loads of them. She was well chuffed with herself. The sister K and her boyf were home until last Wed. They headed back to Holland to celebrate New Years. For New Years here, we didn't get up to much.
The brother came up and his gf and we hung out with them for the new year. Headed up to Christchurch to ring in the new year and then sat up until 3 chatting and having a few drinks. Overall, a nice christmas. I spent most of Monday taking down all the decorations and the tree. I
know you're not supposed to take them down until the 6th but seeing as our tree is usually up since November, we decided it might be a good idea.
She's back to school next week, they get a lot of leave these days. I could start down the road of in my day but I won't! Back into work yesterday and I was so not in the mood. I've been strung out lately with the website and other websites that I do work on. Its the big birthday for my website on the 21st of January and I'm trying to organise a party for it. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but jeebus its giving me headaches. Its looking like its coming together. I hope.
The kid has told us already what she wants for her 17th birthday. I think she's moved off the idea of tatoo as anytime she mentioned it, we made a lot of faces. Not the fact that she's getting one, but the cost. The detail she would want on in would cost a couple of hundred euros. So that's out. She annouced yesterday she wanted a new guitar? After we buying her one last year. I told her no way. I mentioned the fact that we don't have a bottomless bank account and that we have to start saving for her if she wants to go to college , etc. She was muttering about second hand guitars and stuff. I told her to check it out and get back to me.
She's also throwing a hissy fit because when we head off to Paris at the end of the month(a bday pressie for Mammy2) for a few days, I'm getting my mates to drop in and check on her. The following was her response to the annoucement. "I'm nearly 17, Shelly" and "I don't NEED a babysitter" are some of the platitudes she threw out. I decided not to draw attention to the fact that she has a boyf now and she would take this as an oppurtunity to play whilst we were away. I shall ask the sitters to do a quick closet check, no, not for gay people, for the boyf. As if there would
be anyone in the closet in our apartment! Silly people.
Apparently we are all on for baby making again this month, I am tempted at this stage to write an open letter to my ovaries. If I was sure that
1) They could read
2) They spoke english
I shall see. I am feeling optimistic about it, but then again I was about the last few attempts. If one more person announces that they are pregant, I will have to hurt them. In a nice way you understand.
The brother came up and his gf and we hung out with them for the new year. Headed up to Christchurch to ring in the new year and then sat up until 3 chatting and having a few drinks. Overall, a nice christmas. I spent most of Monday taking down all the decorations and the tree. I
know you're not supposed to take them down until the 6th but seeing as our tree is usually up since November, we decided it might be a good idea.
She's back to school next week, they get a lot of leave these days. I could start down the road of in my day but I won't! Back into work yesterday and I was so not in the mood. I've been strung out lately with the website and other websites that I do work on. Its the big birthday for my website on the 21st of January and I'm trying to organise a party for it. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but jeebus its giving me headaches. Its looking like its coming together. I hope.
The kid has told us already what she wants for her 17th birthday. I think she's moved off the idea of tatoo as anytime she mentioned it, we made a lot of faces. Not the fact that she's getting one, but the cost. The detail she would want on in would cost a couple of hundred euros. So that's out. She annouced yesterday she wanted a new guitar? After we buying her one last year. I told her no way. I mentioned the fact that we don't have a bottomless bank account and that we have to start saving for her if she wants to go to college , etc. She was muttering about second hand guitars and stuff. I told her to check it out and get back to me.
She's also throwing a hissy fit because when we head off to Paris at the end of the month(a bday pressie for Mammy2) for a few days, I'm getting my mates to drop in and check on her. The following was her response to the annoucement. "I'm nearly 17, Shelly" and "I don't NEED a babysitter" are some of the platitudes she threw out. I decided not to draw attention to the fact that she has a boyf now and she would take this as an oppurtunity to play whilst we were away. I shall ask the sitters to do a quick closet check, no, not for gay people, for the boyf. As if there would
be anyone in the closet in our apartment! Silly people.
Apparently we are all on for baby making again this month, I am tempted at this stage to write an open letter to my ovaries. If I was sure that
1) They could read
2) They spoke english
I shall see. I am feeling optimistic about it, but then again I was about the last few attempts. If one more person announces that they are pregant, I will have to hurt them. In a nice way you understand.
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