Teenage Girls, brothers and christen types..

Last week was a tad rough on the kid. Unfortunately, some of her values, while to be lauded are not really suited to the teenage friendships she has going on. I'm not exagterating when I say she is a lot older then her 16 years of age. In some ways. In other ways, she's 12! She found out that one of her mates, a girl was cheating on another one of her mates, Slurp or whatever nickname he's going by these days. He's in the boyf's band. She told him. He confronted J the girlf and all hell broke loose. J and the kids's best mate D turned on the kid, as teenage girls are prone to do. The group dynamic kicks in.

Hence most of last week was spent fielding txts from the kid begging us to let her go home as she couldn't handle it. The girls were making comments, and generally making her life hell. I don't think it was an overstatement when I recently heard someone describe teenage girls as the devil incarnate. They have an amazing ability to make peoples lives a misery. Two days of this and we were praying for the Easter holidays in the hopes that things would blow over. Thursday last I had off and I got a number of txts begging me to let her go home. I passed them onto Mammy2. She does the talking bit really well. I do the wanting to kill anyone who hurts the kid well. I need to fix things otherwise I feel useless. So my day off was spent fretting about her. The joys of being a parent.

Friday night was interesting. We were out. In Temple Bar. On a Friday night. For those of you unfamilar with the joys of Temple Bar of an average weekend, I won't shatter your illusions. Its fab. Ahem. We were in The Quays bar. I shall try and describe it in as few words as possible. The 'band' were belting out Summer of 69. There were more hen nights then customers. The stag crew all looked like they went to the exact same shirt shop. I mean the exact same. Except for different patterns and/or colours. Going to the toilet was 'interesting'. I managed to avoid getting beer spilled on me and the sweaty blokes were were arm in arm singing along to Oasis or whatever cover the band were doing now.

Its not my cup of tea but everyone else appeared to be enjoying themselves. Perhaps I am of a different breed and prefer the couch of an average Friday night or maybe a quiet bar. Even when I was in college, I avoided the main college bars for places you'd be more likely to find the older generation. Perhaps I was subconsciously looking for an older woman ;) Who knows. By the weekend, the kid had spoken with D the best mate and sorted things out. The drama of being a teenager eh. It was herself and the boyf's 6 month anniversary and bodily harm was threatened if he didn't make an effort to get it off. They spend the day hanging. We spent the day shopping. I had gotten paid finally for one of my website jobs and so clothes shopping beckoned. 2 hours later, exhausted, we headed for lunch and to catch the Grand National. Yesterday was spent travelling to Athlone to visit Mam. We hadn't made it down for Mother's day. The kid came along. She hasn't been to the grave since the burial. She also wanted to go down to the house and pick up some of her old stuff.
The brother picked her up in Glasson and brought her down whilst we got a bite to eat. I still can't face the house. I doubt I ever will. Everything about it is Mam and with the brother doing loads of work on it, I don't think I want to see it. I can do without getting annoyed at him.

We had sisters night when we got back home. After grocery shopping. With the kid. Mammy2 luckily had brought her shopping trolley with the trapdoor. As the kid put stuff in that she NEEDED, as soon as she turned into another isle, the trapdoor was opened and the offending product removed.
Sisters night last night, we rented out In Her Shoes. Dreadful film, one might assume with the likes of Toni Colette and Shirley Maclaine that it might have had some redeemed features. I'm all for chick flicks but this was just meh. Nothing going for it. Most of the recipes of good girlie films were missing. Not even a terminal illness. The 2 main characters were very unlikeable. And that is saying something for Cameron Diaz, who looked fab as always, even in hospital scrubs. Who knew they could look so sexy.

The kid, whilst chatting over the film as she is prone to do, was worried about the boyf. She had txted him a number of times and didn't get a response and so assumed the worst. She then logged on to send a txt to his mate to see if he was hanging with her. She's not paranoid . At all. She was grumbling about some girl who wanted to add him as a friend to her myspace profile. Seeing as I am a novice to this myspace phenoemem, I asked her how she knew this person was trying to add him. She casually mentioned she had his password and logged onto his account. When I asked how she got his password, she said she had his email details from ages ago and he had forgotten about it. Then she logged onto MySpace, entered in the email address pretending to forget her password and the password was emailed out to her. How cunning and yet evil is that. I mean, levels of trust.
I expressed my horror at this and asked her if it was a bit unfair to be logging on to his profile. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to ignoring me and watching the film through the eyes located in the back of her head. I do love these bonding nights we have.

I was browsing a website looking for some GLBT books and found what looked like a nice story. The majorty of lesbian books are dreadful and usually about lesbian copsdetectives who ride bigger motorcycles and call people Doll Face. Yuck. Or arty farty ones. What I want is a straightforward, girl meets girl, girl falls for girl, after a small bit of angst they live happily ever
after. I found this book(http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0374404143/104-4061325-4504704?v=glance&n=283155) which looks really cute and I did a search for reviews

I came across this and you know, I should be used to these sort of people by now. Every now and then I remember that I'm different, not the norm , against god's wishes etc.
Most of the time, myself and Mammy2 go about our business , paying bills as opposed to shagging them, shopping, doing homework with the kid and just being regular people.
I even work a 9-5 job. Programming. I am of course working on a way to re-program all the straight people, because what they do is so wrong. Or some other propaganda shite
the christian people would have you believe.

Here is an extract of part of the book review:

Any therapist who has ever helped an unhappy homosexual reorient his or her life . . . any former homosexual that has been disillusioned by gay life and transcended the painful process of change . . . would be able to tell Ms. Garden what is wrong. Homosexuality does not work because it contradicts one of the basic conditions for the survival of humanity, and thwarts the potential of profound happiness that heterosexual love carries: namely, that men and women were made for each other---physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

I mean, where do you start? We don't harm anyone, contratry to the statistics made up by these sort of people. We fall in love, we commit to each other and sometimes we raise a family, this is of course in between working on the HOMOSEXUAL agenda. Grrr.. These sort of people make me mad and upset. Why don't they just feic off. And do something more worthwhile, like concentrate on using the other brain cell God gave them. Muppets.