I slept all the way till 7 this morning. It's like a magic miracle. I enjoyed it. Now I am up early and tidying the tiniest bit. I am also even less caring about Tiger Woods and his billionaire life than I was when he first smashed into a tree. And that was very very little. Why do we care so much about famous people's lives? I mean I know it's human nauture, and we always have and it's some sort of escapism, but I just don't really get it. On the other hand, there's Casey Johnson, who I talk about at least once a week. She was rich and famous, although I didn't even know she existed until she died (although apparently she hung out with those ridiculous clowns onthat Flithy Rich: Cattle Drive show I was fascinated with). She died from diabetic I slept all the way till 7 this morning. It's like a magic miracle. I enjoyed it. Now I am up early and tidying the tiniest bit. I am also even less caring about Tiger Woods and his billionaire life than I was when he first smashed into a tree. And that was very very little. Why do we care so much about famous people's lives? I mean I know it's human nauture, and we always have and it's some sort of escapism, but I just don't really get it. On the other hand, there's Casey Johnson, Johnson & Johnson's heiress, who I talk about at least once a week. I didn't even know she existed until she died (although apparently she hung out with those ridiculous clowns onthat Flithy Rich: Cattle Drive show I was fascinated with). She died from diabetic ketoacidosis which is just so ridiculous. Do you know how easy it is to not die of that? You take insulin and there you go. Now I know i don't have diabetes so i don't really know how it is. And it's easy to be all preachy when you're the mom and not the diabetic. But basically she's dead because she didn't push the buttons. I'm sure she had an insulin punmp and I'm sure in less than one minute's total time a day, she could have not died and kept living. If you can just keep living, you never know What might happen. So push the buttons. Of course this hits super close to home because my daughter has diabetes that she does not take care of properly about half the time. I'm so afraid something like that is going to happen to her, and there's really nothing I can do about it. It makes me crazy. I just want to jump in and do it for her, but I can't anymore. So I just do things like ground her when she has a seizure that happens clearly because she didn't take care of herself the slightest bit, and then everyone thinks "Oh my god Hannah's mom is so mean. How can you ground someone for having a horrible health emergency!" But I'm not really grounding her because of the seizure, I'm grounding her because she's just given me concrete proof that she will not do the tiniest things to take care of herself and make sure she keeps living. Ugh. On behalf of diabetic moms everywehre, just push the buttons! check your blood! we just want you to live with all your limbs intact and not blinded or with rotten kidneys and stuff. I know it's hard to take that stuff seriously when you're a teen ager. I got pregnant when I was a teenager because I was sure all that stuff would never happen to me. But natural consquences of the physical world don't care about you, they just happen. Man I'm kinda rambly ranting. I had no idea I was going to talk about diabetes.
I came here to talk about another Hannah thing, but I didn't want it to be at the top because it's kind of drama about Hannah and I've always tried to keep her stuff and her life out of my public life as much as possible. I mean I tell stuff like 'H did this..', and I certainly complain about her diabetes enough (see above), but I don't usually tell her personal life stories, if you know what I mean. But I'm about to right now. So, Hannah has this very serious boyfriend I will call F, because that's the letter his name starts with. He's swell and they are all in love. But he has this little girlie fan group who are getting a little mean. At this point they've involved some friends of their's that Hannah doesn't know but is scared of. She was out of one of her classes yesterday working on another project, and some of the girls were asking where she was because, in 90s speak, they wanted to step to her. What did they want to say? Oh, Hannah, we're going to kick your ass because you did something that somehow made a boy like you and I want him to like me?" That's so immature. But then I have to remember, they're like 15-18 in High School so yeah, they're immature. F called the 'ringleader' of the fangirls and told them to cut it out. This morning they're going to talk to the security officer or whatever, because I guess there were some direct threats of ass kicking. !! What? The girl already has a hard time paying attention to her schoolwork. Leave her alone!! And do not even ever think about hurting my baby monkey because I can be mean and nothing brings out mean like being forced to protect one' offspring!
Now since I'm rambling, let me say this is something so foreign to me I could never understand. I spent 8-12 grade at a college prep charter school. You only went there if you wanted to, and it was something like an honor or a treat or whatnot to be able to go there. That's what they kept telling us anyway. So we had lots of rules. LOTS of rules that were strictly enforced in those first few years. And if they weren't followed there was no detention, no suspension, no punishments of any king, you were simply sent back to your old school. Where all the kids hated you for traitoring it up and going to Sumner in the first place, and worst of all (to a bunch of geeky kids who wanted a college prep education) you wouldn't learn as much. That seemed like such a punishment back then. "What, you mean I won't be able to get into KU?" Whatever. It made for a great learning environment though and there were never ever any fights.
Hannah says fights happen in the hallways of her school all the time. !! It's not that I don't believe it. I know the world is a violent place and teens have little impulse control. But I just kept thinking 'Oh, they're not going to really fight are they? Really? A fight? At school? Well what if you're late to your next class? What if you get caught and have to go to the Principal's office.' Doesn't anybody have anything better to do than fight? I'm sad that school's not like that for her and not a safer place to send her every day. Dang, I'm sorry the world's not a safer place to send her every day but that's another entry. I wish she were going to school and focusing on the learning, and I think that has to be so hard in a regular public school. I don't know if I could have done it. I always got so caught up in any drama. Life was all about the drama. Anyway, I don't think I explained that very well, but I'm worrying about it today. I do really think it's much ado about nothing, but that's my general attitude in parenting, and sometimes it backfires on me. Like when her foot was broken and I was all 'you're fine'. Or when she was first diabetic and I was all 'Come off it Hannah. Nobody's tummy hurts that much." I'll be glad when it's pick up time.
So that's on my mind, but I also have plenty of other stuff to get done today. I'm way behind because my sinuses have been trying to kill me from the inside and making my entire head a ball of pain. Stupid sinuses. Today I do feel a little better, at least so far, so I'm going to try to catch up a little bit, or at least top the lag behind. It's Friday already and it still feels like Wednesday to me.
