Carrie Underwood won American Idol. I was sort of rooting for Bo Bice, so I was disappointed. I still think Bo will go on to do great things. And..I�d pay to see Bo sing. I wouldn�t pay to see Carrie do so, but again, I�m not a country music fan.
I have a migraine right now, or the beginnings of one. It started with the little weird prism in my vision. Now of course, the prism is taking up half the computer screen.
I don�t know what caused this one. I haven�t had any Chinese food, which seems to trigger them usually. I haven�t had any of those prepackaged generic Slim Jims, that contain MSG. I don�t know where this one came from.
I had barbecue yesterday. Does anyone know if barbecue causes migraines? I also had salmon with a chipotle sauce at O�Charley�s. I wonder if it was the high sodium content of the chipotle sauce, because that stuff was salty!
This sucks.
I am giving limited access to my diary right now. If you�re reading this page, it�s because you have the correct password. In a few days, I�ll email you guys to let you know to log on again. I am sorely tempted to take the lock off my journal for good, because I think it�s a drag to have a locked journal and really, why the hell do I have to lock my journal? But until all this crap with the case is over, I�ll leave it locked.
Yesterday, after the Ibuprofen finally kicked in, I started to feel better. I had to get a few �girl� things at Target. While I was there, I picked up a cute top and some �Hello Kitty� pajamas for Jackie. I also bought her some travel size items for her trip, like Lubriderm and Hello Kitty Body Wash.
On the way to get gerbil food, I stopped at the music section. Though it isn�t the type of music I�d usually buy, I snagged Celine Dion�s �Miracle� cd, for the sole purpose of the �The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face� song. Even though I love the Roberta Flack version, I thought Celine�s version would be more suitable for a child.
I plan on making a cd of music for Jackie to take with her to Oregon to listen to when she misses me. I think I might go ahead and buy her a portable CD player.
I felt really happy when I left the store. It always makes me feel good to do little things for my girl.
Once I was in the car, I unwrapped the �Miracle� cd and put it in the CD player. I skipped right to number 8, and listened to the song. I cried. It is so haunting and beautiful. It makes me distinctly remember the awe and love and happiness the first time the doctor's put Jackie in my arms.
I feel like it�s perfect for Jackie and me.
I wanted her to listen to it right away, so I left Target and headed to Jackie�s school.
***********If we could have songs on our page, I decided that one is probably the one I�d pick.
The look on Jackie�s face when I walked in didn�t betray what was to come. I had no idea what hell Jackie was going to put me through for the next hour. Who knew she was going to be pure evil and go from sweet to hateful in 60 seconds?
When she got in the car, she was unusually quiet. I told her about the song and that it was special to me, and that I�d like her to listen to it without talking.
I pulled over before leaving the school because I knew I�d cry when I heard the song. I admit I cried a little when listening to the song. Jackie was quiet, as I�d requested, so nothing seemed amiss.
After the song was over, I turned the radio down, looked at her in the rearview mirror, and asked Jackie what she thought. I couldn�t really read her face.
�I don�t know what I think�, she said crossly.
Aww, crap. Then it started.
Somehow, we covered the fact she thinks I don�t love her, the fact that she thinks I�m mean because I kid around with her and try to lighten up the mood, the fact that she thinks I don�t understand her, the fact that she hates living with me.
She didn�t want to do anything I asked her when we got home. She did nothing but cry. And she was whining about her blister that she got going on the monkey bars.
But, I remembered she had a blister and bought her some Fairly Odd-Parents band-aids when I was at Target earlier.
For some reason, they wouldn�t stick. She was angry about that. I told her to go wash her hands and dry them good, and then try it.
But of course, she would not. I was about ready to use duct-tape to keep that band-aid on her hand. While I was thinking about that, I considered putting a strip on her sassy little mouth!
I promised that after we ate we�d go to Walgreen�s to get some of those round Band-Aids. That seemed to pacify her, until she hurt herself on her bike. She cried about that.
This was getting so old. I know everybody has a bad day once in a while but this takes the cake. It was the 3rd time in a week that she�d had a �bad day�!
About that time, I had enough and I decided we needed to go eat.
O�Charley�s wasn�t busy at all. We got seated right away and before I knew it, we had bread and our appetizer. Almost immediately, Jackie�s personality changed. She was fun and peppy again.
The kid was hungry. That�s why she was so mean and hateful.
I know that hunger was the reason because the rest of the night she was a pure angel. No lip, no venom. My sweet Jackie was back.
I found out later that she didn�t eat much of her lunch yesterday. For her field trip to the zoo I had packed a Lunchable with turkey, cheese, crackers, a drink and a snack item and a little bag of cheese cubes. She also had an apple.
If I didn�t know any better, I�d think she has juvenile diabetes. But I think the problem was the fact that Jackie had low blood sugar and she was running on empty. I get crabby when I�m hungry, but more often than not, I just get weak. I don�t usually get mean.
I got a French manicure yesterday, my first ever! I thought �Well, it�s summer and this sounds like fun, so I�ll do it�. I love it. It looks clean and summery! Jackie got some blue glitter polish on hers. They skipped the manicure because of her blister.
After we got our nails done, I took Jackie to Walgreen�s. We got some triple antibiotic with pain reliever, some round band-aids and some flushable wipes for the bathroom for Jackie. She also snagged a root beer and some Fritos.
When we got home, Jackie put on one of the round band-aid�s and it wouldn�t stick. By this point, I�m sighing loudly and heavily because I�ve just had enough for one day.
I saw Lisa had called, so I called her back. While I was on the phone with Lisa, Jackie came up on her bike crying. I guess her bag of Fritos had ripped open and landed all over the sidewalk.
More sighing on my part, because there was no way I was heading back out to get a bag of Fritos.
Right about the time I got off the phone with Lisa, Jackie came outside with a box of generic Benadryl I had bought for her to take to Oregon (in case of an emergency).
�Are these allergy pills?� she asked me.
�Yes, go ahead and take one..� I didn�t bother to tell her they�re the DROWSY ones, because I felt it was time for her day to be OVER! She took one and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I watched the news and went to bed. I turned to Jackie to say something and she was fast asleep. The day was over! Thank God!
8:57 am - May 26, 2005
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