Wow. I finally have a working, full functional computer. What a miracle. I'd gotten so used to not having one when it was finally fixed I didn't hook it up for two days...I circled it making gorilla noises and scratching my head. heh. Not really.

Well, not too much is going on. Mark and I had our one year wedding anniversary, so he took me to Covington to stay at the Marriot, and we went to the Newport Aquarium among other places. It was very cool, and now I want to move to Cincinnatti. It was so nice to have a real vacation, I didn't know what to do with myself. Most of one day was spent with us just chilling out in our room, laying on that comfortable ass bed, having italian delivered, watching television. There really is something to not having to make bottles, change butts, calm tears and such. We also went to see Spiderman 2, which I loved. I saw Hidalgo too, feeding my love for Viggo Mortensen even more.

I was pretty irritated towards the end of our trip, we were having lunch at Bar Louie's when marni called wanting to know if Mark wanted to go TDY again, so as soon as we got back he left and has been gone this whole time. I just got him from the airport last night. He brought back sea shells and stuff for the kiddies, and some nice shot glasses, which seems to be our new thing, collecting shot glasses. He's going to be leaving again possibly in a few weeks to go back TDY, but this time I get to go for a while too, since he'll be gone on my birthday, so I'll get to see the beach for the first time. I've flown over the ocean, been an hour away from it, but never actually been on one. Virginia Beach better watch out for the bargain whore.

The babnies are doing well, Jacob is getting so big so fast, and he looks more like Mark every single day. Red hair, blue eyes, and so happy. Jonathan is hitting the terrible 2 phase...which can be fun sometimes but mostly it sucks for me. He is talking finally, saying words, sometimes comes out with whole sentances which is so strange. He's got a little girlfriend next door, and he loves to go out and play, says "pwitty" when he sees lightning and swims like a fish. I miss him being a little baby but it's so amazing to be here watching him grow up, and being a part of it. Sometimes being a mother is a mentally and physically taxing job, but it's one I love.

Ah, I remember now. I had a strange visitor not too long ago. This is for you and you know who you are. In case you still read my corner of diaryland...I thought it was hilarious when Kevin showed up at my doorstep, offering to share in his "responsibility" as being potentially Jonathan's "father." Telling me he had a talk with you and that you said you thought he might be. What is so sad is that he and I both know he's not, and the only reason he came to do that was because he felt awful that someone would walk out of their son's life, and he wanted to make up for our (me and kevin's) mistakes by fixing yours. Don't you feel like a pathetic piece of shit sometimes, knowing you aren't enough of a man to step up to the plate, like everyone else did, shit, even YOUR parents did for you. And that someone, hell everyone, would want to be a part of his life except for the person who it seems should want to be? My point is. You are not a part of my son's life. You are not a factor, you are not important, to us, you don't exsist. Don't ever send anyone to my doorstep again. Meaning, my son's name is too good to cross your dick sucking lips. It's over now. You made your choice, I made mine. Deal with it, get over it, and stop talking about me and my son. Not a threat, not a promise. Just a suggestion. You can take it or leave it. I'd prefer you to leave it, me and mine alone. Have a nice life.

-Petra

written on 2004-07-23 at 2:42 p.m. by sweetsolace.

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