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I can’t get the song Snowbird, by Anne Murray out of my head. Been singing this in my little head for a couple of days. WHY?
Yesterday Keelan spent nearly $300.00 of her hard earned(?) money on an iPod Touch, and an iTunes Music Card. I think she slept with it last night, and she won’t let anyone else touch it. Not even me.
Twitter is not working. I don’t know what to do…What am I if not a Twit?
Wonder why those little frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches John buys are so much better than ones I make myself? I told him that buying them was the stupidest thing in the world when you could just make them here, fresh, and it’s at least the same thing. Then he made me try one of the store bought kind. Yum! Weird.
Tonight I ran out with Kessa when she got home from work to shop for a few things that she’s been needing. It was nice to get out and we usually have a nice time shopping together. We do NOW…not always. Anyway, I was standing in the space outside her cubicle in the dressing rooms and there was a mom and daughter a few doors down from us. I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but it was rather hushed, stressed tones. In a few moments the mother came out of the dressing room and stalked past me looking at the floor with her hands balled into tight, white, little fists. She proceeded out to the waiting area with the sofa and chairs. she turned the corner and stopped. I could hear almost all of the exchange with the husband/father:
Mother: “I spent $57.00 on shoes and all kinds of other crap for her last week!”
Dad: “mumble, mumble, well, yeah…..I know…Mumble…”
Mom: “I DON’T CARE! I am sick and tired of her treating me like shit!”
Dad: “Mumble, mumble…voice down…”
Mom: “I AM TELLING YOU, I AM THROUGH BEING AN EFFING DOORMAT FOR HER! She treats me like shit and I am nothing but someone for her to just use and abuse!”
This went on for a minute or so and I got the feeling the daughter was taking longer than necessary to come out of the dressing room. She finally emerged and looked up at me as if all the world was her oyster and gave me a kind of polite little smile as she strolled by and I SWEAR IT WAS ALL I COULD DO NOT TO STICK OUT MY FOOT AND TRIP HER AS SHE WALKED BY AND THEN RUN OUT AND TELL HER POOR MOM WHAT I HAD DONE.
This time in their lives? I remember it soooooo well…. Mine almost didn’t live through it, only they never knew how close to actual death they came.