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Work is good. I was a little apprehensive at first. I thought I would love the kids and just get along with the parents. It turned out quite the opposite. I love the parents, they're great. It's the kids that I just get along with. They're both good kids. It will just be a little bit of adjustment. The little boy is twelve years old, we've already had a couple confrontations. What about, you ask... MTV. I'm okay with music videos, that's art, expression. But Room Raiders is girls in hoochy shirts and digging through underpants, condoms, porn, and dirty laundry. I told him no. (His sister is eight, and we had a three year old with us that day too). *shrug* It was funny. I'm in charge. Ha ha ha!

We got Brad Paisley tickets for next Saturday. It was our birthday present from my dad. I'm excited. He's one of my favorite country singers. He's so real. Plus, our tickets include fair admission. So, we can go look at the draft horses (that's my favorite part!).

Oh yeah, Frankie's birthday went really well. Lots of people, lots of booze. Frankie got trashed and puked, but he still had fun. And I got abused, but in that good drunken thrown around way. Well, yeah, it was good.

Random ending. Bye.