I want you all to know I�m very happy to have all of you as my D-Land friends. The kind comments and emails mean the world to me. In one of my favorite movies �To Wong Foo�, Chi Chi says, �You are never too rich as to throw away friends� which I take to mean, find them wherever you can. That�s my interpretation. But I want you all to know that I read you as often as I can and that you are all in my thoughts, and that I hold you all close to my heart.
I know I write long entries, and thank you for reading them.
I finally bought Paige�s coat. It�s light blue with furry blue cuffs and furry hood. It�s got light gray on the arms. It�s also a London Fog, so honey-child will not be cold. I tried to say hi to Paige yesterday. The poor child must have the weight of the world on her shoulders because she barely even looked at me. It seems like she�d rather hang around boys than talk to any females. Must be because her mother is such a partier, I don�t know. She is rather shy.
Jackie had a school performance Tuesday night. Remember I mentioned that I put brown on her? It was dark. I was wrong. It was Army green. You would die. Jackie got off the school bus and I was mortified to discover I�d sent my daughter to school in the wrong color. Light army green, dark army green (which I thought was brown) and (no way) forest green track pants. Oh, the embarrassment. How could I miss that?
I don�t know any green dogs do you? Jackie was a dog for her school performance. She said the other kids made fun but she ignored them. Go girl.
Well, I wanted her to match her classmates, so Tuesday evening before the pageant I took her to Marshall�s and bought her some slamming cool baggy brown velour pants and a cream colored Ralph Lauren shirt. I thought she�d be the only kid in cream, but turns out most of them were wearing it too. Maybe I�m not such a bad mom after all.
During the performance, all the other kids were standing up straight and a lot weren�t really participating because duh, this is boring for kids. But Jackie, well girlfriend was feeling the music. Out of 50 kids, the only one dancing, shaking her booty and feeling the music was my daughter. Bobbin her head and shakin her butt the entire hour and a half. It was cute.
I kept hearing whispers �Look at that little girl!� but I ignored them and waved to her when our eyes met.
My neighbor Romy, who also has a son Jackie�s age, said, �She was just feelin it Mom!�
Bana, Paige�s mom, sat next to me the entire time and would not shut up. I couldn�t believe my bad luck. You wouldn�t believe how loud and obnoxious she was being. It just showed me that she�s all about getting the attention even when her kid is performing and the attention should be on Paige. It was hard to ignore her.
Finally, I told her I got Paige a coat. She was so surprised, but she got over it quick. Thank God I did it for Paige and not her selfish mom. Bana also talked a damn blue streak and kept trying to crack me up by snickering about the kids playing the violins (well, it did sound like cats mating).
Jackie was so excited that I came to her school. I guess that�s what really makes it for kids, you know, being interested in what they�re doing in school. I told Bana that this is where it all begins. It will be like this for the next 11 years, us attending school events. She acted like she could really care less and only came because her mom, Paige�s grandma, gave her no choice.
Poor Paige. Poor Grandma.
Yesterday was like any typical workday. The day started out with the alarm clock going off at 6:20 (also known as o dark thirty) and me slapping the clock repeatedly to shut it up. Then, 20 minutes later, it goes off again. This time, I get up, cursing under my breath and sighing loudly, as I do everyday.
I remove my mask and stumble over to the futon and grab the clothes I�d set out the night before. While I�m doing this, I assume Jackie has gotten up and gotten dressed too. However, I look over and see her asleep on the hallway floor on her stomach with her butt sticking up. She must�ve been waiting for me to get my clothes on and fell back asleep.
�Stinky, it�s time to get up. Come on, Jacq!� She moves slowly, but finally rises up on her feet and shuffles into the living room. It�s taking her years to get dressed. I�m putting on my tennis shoes while she�s putting on her socks. She�s still in her underwear.
I walk over and help her slip her sweatshirt over her head and then I hold out her jeans so she can step into them. While she�s putting on her shoes, I run out the door to start the car.
When I�m back inside, she�s still shoeless. I have to go over and pick them off the floor and help her tie them. I then bundle her up with a scarf and gloves, swoop down to give her a quick kiss, and shove her out the door on the way to my car.
When she gets to Ms. Iris house, she turns around and waves. I sit in my car and watch until she�s inside. I�m just a bit paranoid she�ll be stuck outside on of these days and I�ll be gone already. The worry never ends.
Once I�m on the road, I�m fully intending to work a full day today. I stop at Hardee�s and grab a sausage croissant and a Dr. Pepper. I turn the radio to the Russ Parr Morning Show. I have strange radio habits. R&B in the morning, Rock N� Roll in the afternoon.
I laugh so hard every time I listen to Russ Parr. I enjoy his show a lot. Am I weird?
It takes me about 15 minutes on the back roads to get to work. Even though it takes longer this way, I am traumatized by the memory of the few times I took the highway in rush hour traffic. Will never do that again. I�ve never been so scared on the highway, but these folks don�t let you merge. They let you try to crash your car into the median because they don�t know how to get out of your way. St. Louis drivers can be ignorant. �Friendly city� my butt!
At work, I wave hi to the nice guards and proceed to the parking lot. I find a nice little space about 300 feet from the building and I ease in. While listening to Russ Parr, I proceed to fix my unruly hair and put on my war paint. Oh, no, my stomach is really starting to hurt again. There�s the telltale rumbling and it�s really tight, and ideas about the flu start creeping in.
�No,� I say. I have to do Jackie�s Christmas shopping after work today. I got a plan! I even got Ms. Iris to volunteer to watch her after school so I could go do this. This is going to throw a monkey wrench in my plans.
I decide to ignore the pains while I finish putting on my brown-sugar lip-gloss.
Finally, I�m done with my makeup, now I just have to wait for Carpool parking to become open parking. I got 5 minutes so I sit back and smoke a cigarette while watching other people trying to sneak out of their cars early. See, if you are not in your car and you don�t have a parking pass and it�s before 8:00 a.m., the guards can give you a ticket.
I don�t want a ticket.
The stomach pains start coming back. I wonder if this is a taste of what Salsalita goes through when she has an IBS attack. I then decide I�d be better off at home if I�m going to ralph, or worse, so I start the car and back out of the space.
I drive back home and call my boss.
I�m not feeling good for the next hour, but finally the wooziness and weakness goes away. I think it might�ve been my breakfast sandwich irritating my stomach, but it sure felt pretty threatening. How was I to guarantee I wouldn�t puke or poo on myself, as this does happen when folks get sick?
I try to lay low, all the while burping, and spend time watching TV and relaxing. However, I start getting really antsy. I cannot comprehend spending the entire day inside and not getting my shopping done.
So, money in hand, I head to Value City. Girls, an hour later I was done! I bought Jackie a new tan London Fog winter coat, a Barbie Horse, a makeover Makeup kit, a Barbie Ken, two adorable baby doll outfits, accessories for her Baby Born doll, 4 sets of Barbie clothes, a CD player, a set of drums, and a crayon kit for the bathtub. I know I got her a few other small things (in case she talks me into letting her open something before Christmas).
I also bought my two nieces each a Barbie, two sets of Barbie clothes, and some dress up stuff.
Oh, and I bought bras. I�ve now graduated to Le FatVille: I wear a 44C. I give up. There are not many feminine bras to be found in that size. You usually get a choice of black, white or beige. Whoop-di-friggin-doo! At least I can hold my mammaries up, so I should not be griping. At least they�re not the size of footballs. Mine once were when my milk came in when Jackie was born. I was so uncomfortable I would�ve asked a stranger to milk them then walk around with those jugs for a few days. Thank God she took to breastfeeding.
I leave there and I decide to go get my oil changed at Valvoline. There was no line so I was in and out in about 15 minutes. After that I go home to drop off all these bags.
Then I go to the Velveteen Rabbit, which is a Children�s resale shop. I walk in and the owner tells me everything in the store in 30% off. I walk out with 12 pairs of pants, 4 nice shirts and a snowsuit for $36.00. I was really happy to be able to get all that for Shenana�s little boy Logan. Logan is only 5 months but wears 12-month clothes, and I think my sister is in a desperate shortage of baby clothes because of it.
After I leave there, I head to Walgreen�s to pick up Jackie�s Singulair and Albuterol. Of course there�s an hour wait, so I go inside and pick up 3 Hallmark Money Holder cards and Envelopes for Maggie, Shenanna and Cinders.
After I left there I went to Jack in the Box and ordered two small chicken sandwiches and a Dr. Pecker. I wanted to eat while I was waiting for the prescriptions. Finally, I was done with lunch and I went back to Walgreen�s to pick up the prescriptions. It�s was only $25.00 for both, thank God for insurance.
Then I headed to Marshall�s to buy Melinda�s gifts. My big sister loves natural things like sandalwood and lavender and occasionally eats grass and tree bark. Just kidding. So I bought her some lavendar soap, hand soap, scrubbing beads and body cream. They were all on clearance for $3.00 a piece. I also decided to put some Mary Kay goodies in her gift bag.
I came home and spent the next 2 � hours wrapping presents and getting Shenana�s box together. I was exhausted and yet relieved that I got so much done in one day.
When Jackie came home, we went to Arby�s to get dinner because I was too dang lazy to cook after doing all that running. She loves the potato cakes and prefers her roast beef with no cheese.
I made her clean up her mess in the living room and then I let her go play at Ariell�s house. �Be home at 6:30 Jackie, � I yell as she walks over to Ari�s apartment.
�Okay� she yells back. Whatever happened to my baby?
We packed some last night. I hate putting anything off to the last minute. We are going to go do our laundry tonight so we won�t come back to it on Sunday. God knows we are going to be tired coming back from Kansas City anyway.
I called my cousin Angie last night to go over any final details before we leave. She sounds so excited about meeting Jackie. Jackie�s driving me nuts too.
11:59 - Thursday, Dec. 11, 2003
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