Back in the Saddle

I haven't been posting much for a number of reasons. The first reason is that I have been busy with school work. My Christian Worldview class has been more of a challenge than University Success was. I enjoy it though, but I d0n't agree with a lot of it.

The second reason is that the kids are on vacation and Tate is on the computer all day long, so the only time I have to work on my homework is after he has gone to bed.

The third reason is that I have been having a lot of fun playing the game Sorority Life on Facebook. It's like virtual paper dolls, and I used to love paper dolls. I remember when we first moved to New York, there was a woman named Thelma Borden who lived next door, and she had always wanted a girl, but she had two boys instead. Well, she had some paper dolls that she let Shana and me play with, but only at her house. We used to go over there and play for hours. I remember that one of the paper dolls was named Lilac, and I thought that was the prettiest name. Thelma eventually adopted a 10 year old little girl named Dana. I wonder how Thelma is doing these days?

This morning I heard Todd cry out in pain and I came out of the bedroom to find him on the floor and Tate standing over him. Tate tried telling me that his father deserved to be beaten up, but I did not listen to him. Tate is constantly trying to agrivate his father, and Tate will never just be quiet when he is told. He has to keep picking at things. Well, I did not know what to do with him, so I thought about it and decided to make him clean as punishment. So I told him he was going to clean the house from top to bottom, but he said he would rather go to juvenille hall, and he picked up the phone and called 911. I didn't try to stop him. I figured either the officer would tell him to listen to me or he would take Tate to JH, but either way, Tate would have called the police on himself.

The officer told Tate to be more respectful of his parents and left. Tate went into his room and told us not to wake him until school. What he does not know is that he is grounded from the computer for a month, or until he cleans the whole house, whichever comes first.

So anyway, I am back in the saddle, writing for my blog. Now if I could just get to some poetry writing.