Oy. It's time for a new entry as much as I've been delaying the process.

I've seen it. The Passion of the Christ. I just saw it yesterday with my grandmother. Easily that was the absolute best movie I've ever seen as far as content and meaning goes, the cinematography was brilliant, Mel Gibson knows what hes doing. I especially loved how Mel favored Jesus' left eye thoughout the film. It was truly wrong though, for Jim Caviezal to be playing Jesus because he was so handsome...anyways. The movie was beautiful. There was a great deal of brutality but hey, it's all about the last 12 hours of a mans life before he is crucified, so duh. And as for anti semitism, sure, the jews killed Jesus and all that, but they were and are his own people, and there were no messages of hate in that movie that I could find. It was excellent. I cried and kinda still am. I would recommend it to anyone. Except maybe, Hitler or something.

Jonathan is a beast. He has been very sick the past couple weeks, he caught that stomach virus and it hit him harder than any of us it seemed. He couldn't keep anything down, had a fever, wouldn't eat, so we had to take him to the hospital and they almost admitted my baby. He was really dehydrated and had a double ear infection, so they hooked him up to an iv and wrapped his arm up like a little splint...they stuck him 4 times and pissed me off so bad I couldn't be in the room without snatching some nurse up unawares. He was so miserable and it took him a week to get feeling at least 80 percent. And now that he is better he is the meanest little snake ever. He won't listen anymore, slaps me and throws things at me, throws himself on the floor and kicks...now keep in mind, Jonathan is a really good little boy, and he isn't a screamer or a whiner, and not even when he's being bad, it's just enough to test our limits and be a butt. Everyone says he's entering his terrible twos so be prepared but I'll be damned if he acts like an ass just because he's two. Mom runs a tight ship as far as his behavior goes. I think I do anyways. He never gets away with much so.

Jacob is getting huge. He's gonna be a big boy like his daddy, he's already eating 6 oz bottle and he's only two months old. And I know I'm not overfeeding so wow. He's a little doll, he smiles all the time and has a really good temperment. And I lucked out with both boys on the no colic sleep through the night thing.

Mark and I are doing well...we made some kind of small breakthrough the other night, and he knows what I'm talking about...we're real proud about it. Heh. He might be getting his tattoo finished tonight pending if Josh feels like coming here. Hopefully cause I don't want Mark to be gone all night again.

I can't wait until we have MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We been waiting for our taxes like animals over a meal, when we see it we'll devour it and there'll be nothing left but bones and gristle. I have to get Travis a birthday present, myself all kinds of presents, Mark all his holidays I missed...grrr...but I have some nice things in mind, some things for the boys...Four thousand dollars and then some is a nice little wad. And it will be welcome because I'm tired of not having anything as simple as my own shampoo and soap, tired of wearing the same clothes all the time, I only own one pair of jeans, I'm tired of having to make do all the time, and it would be nice to have a little bit of money for a brief period. I didn't know how good I had it living with my mom. At least I had nice clothes. All I wear nowadays is a huge t-shirt of some kind and the same jeans over and over. Mark said when we get paid on Friday I can have a new outfit ensemble. I hope he knows what he's getting into on that, but I won't spend prolly more than 30 bucks. I'm good like that. I have learned how to pinch pennies and stretch dollars and in general, molest my money, heh.

Well, it's time for a cigarette to clear my mind, I have a daunting task in cleaning this house. Ergh.

-Petra

written on 2004-03-18 at 12:40 p.m. by sweetsolace.

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