Nicholas...

I got him from school yesterday.

Could have slept a lil later as they started their staying 30 minutes later to help makeup snow days.

Anyway, got him, went to Dr office to see what account they billed, hopefully the HSA.

They said they billed the insurance company and whatever the balance is they will bill for.

Check.

Grocery store, flour tortillas for tacos.

Bank, taxes hit.

Yea!

Truck Maintenance!

Yea!

Joanna will probably pull a Christian and not pay her taxes just so we won't get the back child support.

That's how she rolls...lol.

Whatever.

Went to granny and grandpa's.

On the way.

"You know if you don't find a job in Louisville within two weeks of school being out your gonna come back home, work in the hay fields and tobacco patches. And your going to be able to walk to the garage and start a weed-eater and weed eat when I aint home right? I mean how in the world are you gonna be big bad programmer in NYC? When you don't even have the drive and determination to walk to the garage and start a weed eater. "Well it's not the same" He says as the truck slides in the gravel from stopping suddenly. "Let me tell ya somethin, it aint about the weed eater or being a programmer, it's about drive and determination and you don't have it and the next time you insult my dad or my granddad I'm gonna jack your fucking jaw. Period. "I'll call social services." "You do that, cause by that point, I really wouldn't give a fuck no more. You gonna go to a foster home? Might wanna re-think that."

That was about it.

 But he has been a different child.

Went home, he jumped on doing the dishes.

I went to bad for and hour and a half.

Went to the Lent service.

Nice.

The people that are nice to me at that church I love to pieces.

But there are some hoity towity people that got no reason to be that way as well.

Like anybody has a reason to be that way.

Give me a break.

Came home.

Got a long shower.

Made Tacos.

Read.

Watched Goodfellas with Nich.

Stayed up and talked to you.

Went to bed.

Got up, made him breakfast got him to school.

Was going to moms for breakfast but I had a bad headache so I called her and then stayed home.

:-(. 

I know it means a lot to her but seriously felt pretty crappy.

Wrote you.

Going back to bed.

Peace.