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2004-09-11 / 2:15 p.m.

Ok, you may just stop in here to be polite or something because you've known me for a while, but I must ask you to stop here for this entry, by Treesssa. I got there via Poolagirl.

If my mom asked me where I could find the almighty mary jane, I'd keel over and have a fit akin to a seizure.

Ok, so cheerleading again today. The girls are on different squads and so we get to stay for two full PeeWee football games. Er, one full PeeWee and one Junior game. Every Saturday. It hurts man.

I'm tying Cath's hair up before the game because they have to wear these hair piece thingys that say "T**** CHEER" and Cath's hair is oily. Did I say oily? I could've rubbed an iron skillet on her head to make it permanent non-stick.

"Uh, Cath, didn't we have a talk about showering every day?"

This shower talk is a major crisis for her for some reason. I'm not telling her she smells, it's just that she's at the age where she needs to start to SHOWER everyday and she throws a huge emotional fit. Did I mention that she's at the age where she has a huge emotional fit every day too?

Showering. It happens. It doesn't require a big crying fit.

Oh, but it does.

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