I don’t like to buy things for myself. People often say that I am spoiled, and I don’t deny that statement, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that I won’t buy much for myself. So, D, sick of listening to me moan and groan and lust over these spirals for my ear holes, bought them for me last night. I am giddy. They are so purdy. They are so interesting. They are so…spiral-y. Is that even a word?

Who cares?

I talked to Mom last night about writing to my father. I’ve had this inclination for a while. I’m not interested in opening up a line of communication with him. That would invite disappointment and madness into my life, and I know how fragile things are on a daily lever. But I want him to know that I am okay. His life has gone to shit recently. The wicked stepmother left him, and he’s lost all hope for a relationship with most of his children. Anger bubbled beneath my skin when I was a kid and it remained throughout my early twenties, but now that I am beyond the need for that family. I have my own family now. But I can see the sadness of his situation. The intent of my letter is this: to tell him that I have done well for myself, that I am okay, and that I am moving into a point in my life where things are going to change for the better. I will not include my married name, my address or any kind of contact info. I just want to give him some kind of comfort, and I think that knowing that his first-born is doing well could give him that. Then again, I am assuming that he is sane and open to this. He very well may be crazy. I do get this manic depression from somewhere. I am kind of working this idea out as I type this. My mother wasn’t too crazy about the idea. I don’t think that D is either. My sister understands why I want to do this, but she will be the delivery girl. We have a step-brother who is getting married, and she was close to him, so she’s going out there for the wedding. My father is going to be there. She said she would be willing to give him the letter. But, the wedding is a few weeks away and I still don’t know how to frame this whole thing. I am realizing now that this is more for me than it is for him, but perhaps it will serve a dual purpose.

I just got an e-mail from my birthdaughter.

On valentines day i liked this guy since the begining of 7th grade and we were really good friends……the he told me that he liked me..and then he asked me out 5 times and i denided he all 5…..then on valentines day…he got me a big dog and a boxxx of chocolates and yeahh he was like”so will ui pleaseeeeee go out with me?!” and i said yesss…soo yeahh…..but he is the sweetest!!!!!!

I am noticing that she also likes excessive punctuation. I wonder where she gets that from. I try to edit it out here, but I can’t help myself when I text message or when I am in IMs. We are both excitable. I want to post some pictures, but I will have to protect them.

I must go back to work now. I have a rant about the media obsessing with Britney Spear’s hair and the death of Anna Nicole, but it has a lot of punctuation, so I will edit it…. Have a happy day.