Wednesday

Somebody in Chattanooga Tennessee is reading my journal.  A lot. 

I talked to a guy down there once, for about two days.  He wasn't real bright and eventually his girlfriend wormed her way into the mix and I dropped him like the shit he was.  So I don't really think it's him.  He's too stupid.

I'm not worried about it so much as curious. Who the hell is paying attention to me? It's like having a popcorn hull stuck in my brain. 

Scarlett won a young writers contest at school, and will be representing her school's fifth grade class.  Don't know any more details than that because I've never seen the permission slip or the information hand out. I go through all the papers in her back pack about every other day or so, but this one escaped me somehow.  Mom signed the permission slip yesterday when she picked Scarlett up for her orthodontist appointment. So she's going to participate, but I'm growing increasingly frustrated with this shit. She's going to end up having her patrol belt taken away if she gets many more behavior slips. (and that means NO TRIP TO WILLIAMSBURG)   I'm going to have to schedule a meeting with her teacher and the principal in the next couple weeks. I want to tell them about my concerns that she's not ready for middle school.  It EATS at me to think of her being held back from her friends, but honest-to-God I don't think she can handle it yet.  She was complaining last night that she thought I was going to give her more responsibility. But as I told her that she has to prove she can get herself ready for school before she receives any further privileges, her mind wandered.  I don't think it got through.  She did go to sleep early last night, that was marvelous.  She played outside yesterday afternoon, and I know that is crucial, both for exercise and for mental stimulation. She's always more tired after she plays outside. And she MUST be tired in order to sleep well. So.  

Brent is so sweet.  I hate that he feels so disconnected from everyone and every thing. He's talking about therapy, but I'm afraid that the talk is just that - along the same lines as "I need to quit drinking."   I'm not giving him enough in-depth analysis, and my emotions are getting in the way.  He's coming over this evening after work. I plan to ravage him.   *nod*

Okay. I think that's all.

Politics

Awrite so we all know I'm a bleedin' heart liberal, and I think therefore I'm not Republican. But I don't talk much about politics in general, nor my opinions on them in this journal. Reason being if the politics affect my paycheck directly, or my ability to feed my kid or drive my car, then I'm pissed. Otherwise I have opinions but they're not life-threatening. I'm in survival mode most the time, people. I just keep my head down and plow through, Republican and Democrats alike have screwed me at times.

That being said, check out the LJ of phaballa 

She's got a handle on her politics, and is currently ranting about equal rights for everyone, despite their personal bent.

I've never said much about a person's right to marry whomever they want, but I believe in it. However, I'm more concerned about equality in general life. Not just in the chapel.  The government shouldn't even recognize the difference between the words "gay" and "straight". It's got NOTHING to do with governing people.  If we can buy insurance for our pets, or leave them money in our will, who the fuck is the government to say that we can't add our life partner to our insurance policy, or name them as a dependent?

Who the fuck, I say?

EDIT:  I hope people don't get offended because I used the example of insurance for pets. I am NOT comparing a pet to a homosexual person's partner. I am emphasizing the ridiculousness that allows the public to place such a high value on an animal, yet still treats humans as less than citizens.