2004-07-23 - 8:59 a.m.
Well, I'm sitting here in my summer school class, waiting for these eighth-graders to complete a grueling assignment. They're being good, so I figured I could update my blog. I don't know if I'll do it later, so now is as good a time as any.
My Dad came over last night. I love seeing my Dad. He and I have a special bond. I can't explain it. I just know it's there. He came to see my new car because he's leaving for a vacation on Saturday. I love my Dad.
He understands me. And he asks me to make promises to him, knowing I can't break them in the name of our bond.
Foiled again!
The weather is wonderful; finally 72 degrees, instead of 92. I have a lunch date with a friend today. I've watched my in-laws' house last week and this week, taken in the mail, watered their lawn/garden and indoor plants, and fed their fish (3 tanks!). They always do it for me, so I don't mind doing it for them. They are good people. Plus, I can take some fresh basil and tomatoes and herbs from the garden.
I'm done worrying about the petty shit that goes on. I'm sick of the guilt trips a certain person tries to lay on me and I'm done with that. Nothing you say can make me feel bad. I simply don't feel bad. I've learned that when people don't respond to nice subtleties, you sometimes have to yell to make your point. It works and I don't have to feel bad about it, especially when I've been dropping hints all along. That's all I'm going to say about that. I'm not wrong and neither are my feelings. I just don't express myself the way a certain person wishes I would. We can disagree on that, you know. I'm not her; she's not me. We'll never be alike. We never have been.
I love my (blank), but I'm not going to change. I'm all piss and vinegar and it works just fine for me. People know exactly where they stand with me. I don't mince words. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Holding it in does nothing for me. It only makes it worse when I finally do say something.
I am strong. I am full of love. I am growing a belly. My pregnant belly will tell me what to do in the next six months. I am a good person. I don't get more than I give. And I know I'll be a fantastic mother. That's the bottom line.
