Not pregnant - Pants

Yet another failed attempt. I am tempted to whine a bit, but alas I could't be bothered. As the old saying goes if its meant to happen it will and lots of other cliches besides. You'd think with the amount of sperm in my body 2 weeks ago, one of the little feckers would entice the ovary from its throne. But alas no. Time to starting drinking green tea and getting needles stuck in me. Alternative therapies I believe they are called. I was out sick yesterday, coming down with some dose or other. Our apartment is like a war torn region at the moment, between periods , depression, the flu and whatever bug the teenager is carrying at the moment, its advisable to wear SWAT gear when coming anywhere near us.

I met up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while last night for drinkes. Had a quick business meeting before hand, I know, look at me with all these meetings. Its far from business meetings I was reared. Anyhew, myself and J met up with L, the mate in the market Bar. This place does the best potato bravas EVER. They have to be tried. Lots of chat and catching up. The poor woman who was seated at the end of our table left looking slightly frazzled. I think the word lesbian was throw into the conversation too much for her liking. We were in mid giving out to said mate for leaving her phone on the table, its a pet hate of mine, when my phone rings. Most people who know me know not to ring my phone, I am useless on it. I usually get a shock and drop the bloody thing, and then I can't hear the person. Texting is best. So, the slagging ensued. Well I can't very well give out to someone for being rude with their phone when I am answering the damn thing in mid conversation. It was the other mate,R, the one who's trying to educate me musically. God bless her cottens.

The night was fun and I brought home chips to the kid. She was delighted and had cheered up from the Grim Reaper look she had going on when I left the apartment. She was peeved at the boyf because he had no money and couldn't come up and see her. She's very hard on the poor man. She's off today, there's some loud band called Trivum playing in the Ambassador. I remember bringing her to her first gig. Trying to get her to wear a jacket and her making me walk at least 10 feet behind her. She tried to get me to jump up and down with her. She tried to get me to go down to the front to some pit or other. The mere word brought me out in a cold sweat. Thankfully, she has since decided being brought to a gig with your guardian is so not cool. She's going today with the boyf
and her mates. A step cooler then hanging with your big sister. Although I can be cool. At times. Not in her eyes though.
She's had a bad week with regards run-ins with teachers. She always feels the need to answer them back. Not a trait they like. She's quite good at english and knows it. She was in class yesterday and the teacher mentioned Dorian Grey and asked if anyone had heard of him. The class starred on slack-jawed whilst the kid answered the teacher. Lots of hair flicking and thinking she's wonderful ensued. Of course the teacher was impressed. I was impressed.

She's 17 this year. I feel old. Much older then usual. She's doing so well though, I know I spend most of this journal/blog etc giving out about her, but hey, I'm her guardian/Mammy1 so I'm allowed. Its so weird being in this position of watching her get older, wondering where she'll end up working, hoping she'll eventually get hired by someone,pondering who'd be mad enough to hire her, that sort of thing.
Its all ahead of her. And us. Parenting eh?! Fun times.