The Chaos Continues
Now Playing: Renegade, by Styx. sung badly on some tv show Chrissies watching

I just haven't felt like writing lately, my normal 4 person house is up to 6 now & while it's nice to have a 2nd adult in the house & company around all the time it's still an adjustment & I am having trouble getting used to doing stuff around the house while other people are sleeping etc. With my own kids I can say 'tough, you should be up anyway' if I disturb them by getting up & doing laundry at 9 am on a tuesday. With Chrissy as my guest/housemate I feel bad about it. I am not allowing myself to feel too bad though because it's my house & she could always go in my room if I bother her. (eventually we'll have the garage fixed up & She'll be out there but for now she's on the couch- I snore)The point here is I feel funny typing with people walking around & possibly looking over my shoulder.
I suppose I shouldn't worry about it, after all anything I write here is available to anyone on the internet, but the process of creation is not always what the final product looks like...Man that sounded very pretentious didn't it?
In other news I've got Lois getting ready to have her boyfriend from Kentucky here for a few days in June, I'm not really very enthused about this but at the same time, she's 16 & I can't exactly keep her in shrink wrap until she's 18. I made the appointment yesterday for her to talk to the Doc about birth controll pills. The real deed was already done, 2 years ago, with out my knowledge while we were at a friends house on vacation over the summer. It took her 6 months to tell me about that.. I guess she felt the announcement on the way to Massachusetts that she smokes & dosen't intend to stop was enough revelation for that particular vacation. (yes, that was fun to hear at 3 am on Interstate 81 at 80 mph)
As I said, you can't wrap them in shrink wrap or hermetically seal them. Of course I suppose it could be said that you don't have to let them have the guy right there in your house either! But Kentucky's a long way & he's going to ride a bus I figure if he's willing to ride a bus for 15 hours for my daughter the least I can do is put him up.
I'm kind of dreading the whole thing, though at least it's motivating her to get her learners permit so she can drive around with him (he's not too good on a stick shift) & I do want her to get her licsence it's getting ridiculous- I was late getting mine myself but that's because I moved out before I was 18 & then had trouble orchestrating an apointment that my Father & I could both get to. (the first time, when I failed the registry cop suggested I try again on an automatic transmission car 'because it's easier for girls, honey') Hopefully she won't encounter any such B/S