Teen Drama

I know I haven't posted for a while.  Busy season is kicking my butt.  On Friday morning, though, it will all be over.  And then I get two 4-day weekends in a row.  Woo Hoo!  No medical information to report because I haven't had any appointments lately.  I have both a radiation follow-up and a plastic surgeon consult in January.  Then, nothing until March.

Monica has an ex-friend who contacted me anonymously (from another friend's phone) to report that Monica has been smoking cigarettes and pot and sneaking out to be with a man that is 6 years or so older than her.  She finally confessed who she was when Kevin and I started calling that number to find out who it was.  I no longer smoke, so I would smell smoke on her if she had been smoking, and I know that this ex-friend does most of the things she accused Monica of.

I contacted her mom and suggested that they come over to hash things out and move on with their lives, and that Monica was willing to take a drug test so we should test them both.  She agreed to be here today at 2.  I brought the test home yesterday and Monica took it.  Nothing.  (I'm not the least bit surprised.)  Today, they called to ask if they could postpone.  Eh.  Whatever.  I like this lady and have no beef with her at all, so if they ever come over, that's fine.  If not though, it'll be no skin off my nose.

The allegations of Monica sneaking out prompted me to ask when this supposedly happened last.  Ex-friend said that it was on Monica's birthday.  Umm, if you are going to make things up, make up a random date.  Don't pick one so easy for us to remember.  Monica was with me all evening.  We were laughing about the stupidity of a guy who was sending stupid texts to her.  We stayed up late that night.

This other girl just thrives on drama.  I know that all teens have some drama, but this one is over the top.  She tried trash-talking about me to Monica, and that was the last straw.  This family has had enough drama in the past year without some immature little girl making up stories.  Also, being faced with my mortality has made my children pretty dang protective of me.  We're content to just be happy together.

So, with the afternoon free, we cleaned house and I made a big pot of chili.  Time for some football and a nap.  I love weekends.

Are You Butt Hurt?

So, I have this weird friend.  That's probably why we're friends.  She is REALLY weird.  What helps the friendship even more is the fact that we've had such drastically different lives and experiences, so there is never any shortage of discussion topics.

This lady regularly shoots rattlers to keep them from biting (probably killing) her dogs.  (More than once is "regularly" to me.)  There is reason I don't live in central Texas.  She used to live in Phoenix, and she is visiting there this weekend.  It's 115 degrees.  There is a reason I don't live in Phoenix.

She has lived in Japan, she has worked a goat ranch, and she is working with a local (to HERE, not to her TX home) winery to make prickly pear wine.  There is so much more that I could fill a post with, but won't.  I told you she was weird.  Wait.  Maybe I meant "cool."

Anyway, a year or so ago, she used the term "butt hurt" about a coworker.  Huh?  She repeated that said coworker was butt hurt about something that had happened at work.  What in the HECK are you saying?  She acted like it was a common term, and I put it in the "Brookeism" column in my mind.  Then I promptly forgot about it for a year or so, unless she'd say it, making me chuckle.

So there is this message board that she and I are both a part of.  It's actually how we met, indirectly.  I finally, yesterday, posted something about the fact that this is something that NOBODY but Brooke would say.  Let me tell you, I think I might be the ONLY person in the WORLD who does NOT say it!  It's turned into a funny conversation over there, but seriously?  Other people SAY that?  I am blown away.

Actually, I might be a bit butt hurt over the whole thing.