The girl with too many journals.
"Hey mom."
"What baby?"
"I'm heartbroken."
"Why is that?"
"I miss Joshua."
I ask the four year old if Joshua is still her boyfriend.
"Yeah. I'm going to marry him."
"Are you now?"
My father looks at her in the rear view mirror and starts yelling.
This happens all the time. Just about every car ride I'd say. My sister is four (possibly 14 and trapped in a 4 year-olds body) and boy crazy. Well she was like this when she was 3 or whenever she started watching Disney channel religiously and fell madly in love with Corbin Bleu.
This is a fight usually reserved for fathers and their teenage daughters. My dad has never had to deal with this before so it's really funny to watch this happen. So for the next five minutes it goes something like:
"Be quiet Alex! I'm going to throw away all your High School Musical stuff and you won't be able to watch Disney anymore!"
And she protests: "No, you're not throwing away High School Musical! Joshua said he was my boyfriend and he wants to marry me. I want to marry him!"
My father threatens: "I'm going to light a fire under your ass when we get to Brit's apartment."
And Alex screams: "You're ruining my life!"
My dad and I never ever fought about boys. Ever. When I was her age I kept my crush on Macaualy Culkin to myself. And when I was 13 my dad and I only ever fought about three things:
1) Political Correctness. This was major. I was the most politically correct girl in the world.
2) What I chose to wear that day (which was usually the same brown and orange sweater and pants that came to my ankles).
3) Why I refused to attend school dances in the present and in the future. ("I'm not going to prom! Because it's stupid, that's why!")
The only time we ever even mentioned a boy was once sophomore year in high school over the phone. It was very brief. I was crying and he said "You really liked this boy didn't you?"
"Yes."
He seemed to feel bad for me. I normally would have said "oh no. Just some kid I knew."
So knowing that this has been the extent to which my dad and I have ever talked about boys, it's really funny watching him constantly fight with my sister.
He has no idea what it's like to raise a teenage girl.
These fights are pretty good entertainment but they worry me some. As she gets older they'll get worse and more dramatic and my dad can't let anything go and he doesn't know how to deal with this so I worry that it'll stress him out or raise his blood pressure too often and he gets that enough at work everyday. And so this is why I feel really bad sometimes that I didn't give him any practice because if you've dealt with it before you won't get so worked up a second time. I know that 's weird but I constantly worry about his health sometimes because he's always tired and overworked (I think) and I try to monitor what he's eating since the four year old also dictates what their diets are (and this consists of mostly McDonalds and Coke products--- so suburban).
My step-mom wants another little girl so they're going to adopt another one. Which is only good for Alex because maybe now she won't be so spoiled. But of course naturally, I'm mostly against another adoption because 1) My brother and I were first. 2) I can foresee legal trouble (I can actually see this with my Mom and my step-dad and his crazy ex-wife, however they've been taking steps to prevent any mishaps). I and my brother should not/will not have to share anything equally between any other siblings and anything that is divided we will receive much larger portions. 3) My dad is pretty much done with raising children. He doesn't want to start all over again and shouldn't. 4) I will come around less and less and he would absolutely hate that.
But lj, I'm going to adopt another blog format soon for my travels ( IKNO S0 ORIGINAL RITE? but what is originality these days LJ?)Type your cut contents here.
I hope you prefer tumblrs or posterous' (posteri?).
"What baby?"
"I'm heartbroken."
"Why is that?"
"I miss Joshua."
I ask the four year old if Joshua is still her boyfriend.
"Yeah. I'm going to marry him."
"Are you now?"
My father looks at her in the rear view mirror and starts yelling.
This happens all the time. Just about every car ride I'd say. My sister is four (possibly 14 and trapped in a 4 year-olds body) and boy crazy. Well she was like this when she was 3 or whenever she started watching Disney channel religiously and fell madly in love with Corbin Bleu.
This is a fight usually reserved for fathers and their teenage daughters. My dad has never had to deal with this before so it's really funny to watch this happen. So for the next five minutes it goes something like:
"Be quiet Alex! I'm going to throw away all your High School Musical stuff and you won't be able to watch Disney anymore!"
And she protests: "No, you're not throwing away High School Musical! Joshua said he was my boyfriend and he wants to marry me. I want to marry him!"
My father threatens: "I'm going to light a fire under your ass when we get to Brit's apartment."
And Alex screams: "You're ruining my life!"
My dad and I never ever fought about boys. Ever. When I was her age I kept my crush on Macaualy Culkin to myself. And when I was 13 my dad and I only ever fought about three things:
1) Political Correctness. This was major. I was the most politically correct girl in the world.
2) What I chose to wear that day (which was usually the same brown and orange sweater and pants that came to my ankles).
3) Why I refused to attend school dances in the present and in the future. ("I'm not going to prom! Because it's stupid, that's why!")
The only time we ever even mentioned a boy was once sophomore year in high school over the phone. It was very brief. I was crying and he said "You really liked this boy didn't you?"
"Yes."
He seemed to feel bad for me. I normally would have said "oh no. Just some kid I knew."
So knowing that this has been the extent to which my dad and I have ever talked about boys, it's really funny watching him constantly fight with my sister.
He has no idea what it's like to raise a teenage girl.
These fights are pretty good entertainment but they worry me some. As she gets older they'll get worse and more dramatic and my dad can't let anything go and he doesn't know how to deal with this so I worry that it'll stress him out or raise his blood pressure too often and he gets that enough at work everyday. And so this is why I feel really bad sometimes that I didn't give him any practice because if you've dealt with it before you won't get so worked up a second time. I know that 's weird but I constantly worry about his health sometimes because he's always tired and overworked (I think) and I try to monitor what he's eating since the four year old also dictates what their diets are (and this consists of mostly McDonalds and Coke products--- so suburban).
My step-mom wants another little girl so they're going to adopt another one. Which is only good for Alex because maybe now she won't be so spoiled. But of course naturally, I'm mostly against another adoption because 1) My brother and I were first. 2) I can foresee legal trouble (I can actually see this with my Mom and my step-dad and his crazy ex-wife, however they've been taking steps to prevent any mishaps). I and my brother should not/will not have to share anything equally between any other siblings and anything that is divided we will receive much larger portions. 3) My dad is pretty much done with raising children. He doesn't want to start all over again and shouldn't. 4) I will come around less and less and he would absolutely hate that.
But lj, I'm going to adopt another blog format soon for my travels ( IKNO S0 ORIGINAL RITE? but what is originality these days LJ?)Type your cut contents here.
I hope you prefer tumblrs or posterous' (posteri?).