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Jun. 20, 2005

I had a really nice weekend. Saturday I cleaned house. My friend D
will be visiting this week with her 11 year old and her 4 month old,
and maybe their dog. I don't think I can really childproof our house,
but at least the child won't catch a disease from the floor at this
point. Tom, of course, hasn't done a damn thing.

Saturday evening, Jon, Niki and I shopped for dinner stuff and toobin
lunch munchies, and grilled on the pit. Shishkebobs--beef & chicken,
and veggies. small taters in foil with butter & garlic. It was yummy.

Sunday we went toobin' in San Marcos. Me, Nikiyoy, Jon, Peglegasus, his
friend/coworker Dan, Cousin B, Sweetie. This will be B's last tube trip for
a while; he's going to New Mexico for a while with his father,
leaving on Wednesday. When he talks about his mother and father, he
becomes a different person. It's sad to see. With us, he's normally
such a fun person: spontaneous, goofy, fun, sweet, easygoing,
enjoyable. And then his parents get brought up and he turns into your
typical sullen foulmouthed teenage boy. It's really heartbreaking.
Any idiot with gonads can make a kid, but the people who made him
really aren't worthy of being called 'parents.' He is a wonderful
person, in spite of his parental issues. I am glad and grateful for
him in my life, but my uncle and his ex wife had no business
reproducing.

Tonight I need to go grocery shopping and maybe give in to the tiki-
lust. (Big Lots had a bunch of fun tiki stuffs...I really might need
some of it for Tuesday's full moon gathering :)

Dreamed about Aunt L calling me at some ungodly hour of the a.m. I was
in my room from the house we lived in on Jackson st. in Indiana, but
it was on the new house on Elm, and there was a giant storm outside
and I could see the power lines crackling and sparking with
electricity, and L's voice kept fading out as she was talking to
me. It was wierd.

I called home yesterday to wish dad/G happy father's day. until my mom
said something I hadn't even thought to call or email my father. Oh
well. They said brother A and sineater had both called, and I probably screwed
up by telling Mom that Aunt L was trying to stay in touch with brother A for
her sake. agh. family bullshit.