Ahhhhh, I am so lucky! Patsy fell asleep in the car on the way to the library and she didn't even wake up when I put her in her stroller. Woohoo! Hehe, so now I'm not playing drop the cup with her or whatever else crazy annoying game she creates to play on these trips.

Clara finally got her summer school money yesterday, but it's really stupid, because every other year of summer school they gave the kids $100.00 dollars, but this year they only gave $75.00 so I know I should be glad she got something at all and everything. Wait, but seriously, I mean... my cousin's kids got $100.00 at their school and they don't even count on that money to get the school supplies. I had to send a lot back at the regisiter because I somehow went over even though I was counting. In defense of my math skills, though, it is extremely hard to count tabs when you have a screaming child trying to flip out of the cart and hit you and all matter of trying things. And I'm speaking of the 5-year-old here. You, I can't stand that when your kid throws tantrums over stupid stuff in the store people look at you like you must abuse your kid for them to act like that. I know a lot of people say when their kids act up in public people feel sorry for them and it's embarressing. But, frankly, I'd rather people feel sorry for me than give me dirty looks and it's like your damned if you do and damned if you don't because you can't spank your kid for acting up like that (and don't they know it or else they wouldn't pull that ####!) because someone will yell child abuse. But, because you can't discipline them they act up and people stupidly think you must be abusing your kid because otherwise they would be an angel in public. HA HA HA. If anyone has figured out how to keep a kid from hitting them and yelling that they hate them and running out in the street in a fit of rage without spanking that little butt please let me know! I'm desperate! Kid's today are a little too smart too. Clara and I were watching Prince of Egypt the other day and she narrowed her eyes at the screen and asked why the grown ups were getting spankings. Argggg. Let me stop here and say that I do spank my daughter... like once a month, and that's only because about once a month she figures out that the threats to spank her are just threats, and then I have to stage  a situation that I know she will sass me over so I can spank her calmly, I'm horrible, I know. But, even big time spankers say don't spank in a rage, and the only way to not be in a rage is if it's planned. So, I plan... and it works okay, but obviously not well enough. Well, I had to explain that spankings are on the butt and beatings are on the back. I hope I did right by that but we are talking about the child who so plainly speaks her mind and does not sugar coat the truth. She announced to Mark's family after Patsy was born that Patsy came out of mommie's coochie and that mommie's coochie bled a lot. Ugggg! Talk about wanting to die! And then she told my side of the family that I let her smoke and Mark let's her drink whiskey! What!!!!!! Okay, here is the thing I caught her with a cigarette once and lit it thinking she would get a gulp and not want it, but she didn't know what to do so I proceded to blow smoke in her face. She won't touch them now! And Mark's sister left a mixed drink at our house one day and because it was mixed with orange juice and in the middle of the day so we didn't know and Clara wanted something to drink so we handed it to her. Well, when the kid started sweating profusly and crying that her tummy hurt we realized what it was... but it's not like we challenge her about who can down the most shots or whatever. kids put