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June 29, 2006 I haven't written anything here for awhile. I had been pretty busy. I've been in and out of the hospital, working on another book, helping my daughter with wedding plans and best of all being a grandpa to two very wonderful and pretty girls. I'm still going to chemo and doctors and that keeps me busy too. Nobody said life was perfect. It also gives me a lot of time to think. I think about positive things mostly. I even try when my son is on my last nerve. Yes, I love the little guy and am proud of him. He graduated from eighth grade this year and received a certificate for Outstanding Academic Achievement. I was just glad I didn't have a lot of buttons on my shirt. He shared a birthday with his nieces, albeit fourteen years apart. They will soon be one and he will be fifteen. It saves a little on birthday cake, for now, just gonna break me with cards and gifts. Okay, I can handle that. He also wastes things. Bottled water, food, energy(didn't they talk about that in school?), and time. He leaves things on the floor and never puts anything up. I have a full time job just picking up after him and getting him to help me with housework. I once got called in to Children and Family Services for having cockroaches. Cockroaches, in my house? If I saw any bugs there'd be war. I'd have bug bombs all over the house. I'd never heard of the like. Besides, NOBODY had been over to my house long enough to see a bug, much less know what kind it would have been. Look, my house isn't the cleanest. I've tried. With a teenage Oscar the Grouch living here I have a BIG workload. Think God I'm not working otherwise. I have a lot on my plate. My daughter and her fiance live six blocks away and my son still gets on his sister's nerves, too. She called me tonight and asked me to come get him. He was having trouble helping change a diaper without touching it with his hands. She helped change his diapers when she was less then half his age. Brother. My brother is like that. He can't seem to get his act together and he is thirty years older then my son. He lives with Mom and won't lift a finger to do a thing about the house. I think every family has it's problem, but why does mine have two identical ones?I only hope my son moves out after he's old enough. Understand, I'm not in a hurry. As I stated earlier, I love the little guy. He's my boy one-hundred percent. I depend on him a lot now. I love him and wouldn't want anything to happen to him. God bless the little twit.(I didn't say that. Forgive me Lord.) I guess it's true. Some kids only a parent could love. On the other hand...I'm getting chemo with a lady whose daughter is friends with my son and she was lamenting she hadn't seen him for awhile. She said he was a very nice boy. My daughter and I exchanged looks at the doctor's treatment room, rolled our eyes, and kept quiet. What that lady didn't know won't hurt her. ------------ About the author Lee Zelhart: I am currently working on another mystery called: The Case of the Grinning Cat. Other then that, I'll be writing at Lee's Rants at: leezelhart.blog.com Email: graphicsdoctor_1@sbcglobal.net Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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