8/19/99 Another busy week.

I have actually sat here for ten minutes trying to think up a cute title that sums up the six days since my last diary update, but as creative as I'd like to think I am, three words couldn't possibly sum up all the events- good and bad that have occured.

I think a cursory rundown will be the best way to go through it all quickly, because I should be driving home right now.

The weekend was pretty forgettable, and that's just how i like 'em. I did meet with Monica's uncle Phil and will be making a small webpage for his little start-up company... it's only $140, but it all helps. Monica was down for the count for most of the weekend... a headache, or toothache ...er something, and against my better judgement, I filled my own perscription of pain pills and gave them to Monica... then felt mad, and guilty for doing it.

Monica's sister Danielle is back in town for a few months while her husband Alex is off doing some Army thing. It's nice having Danielle back for a while, she's a fun person. Yesterday Danielle said something that I thought was revealling; She said that when she moved away from her folks, the hyper-drama of life disappeared...and like a dream, she kinda forgot that life was like this on the cul de sac.
Hmmm. makes me wonder what a little distance from the in-laws might do for Monica, the Kids and I. Especially when things happen that don't occur anywhere but on my street and tabloids.
A true example: Ted (my father in-law) has a son named Chris. Chris is plagued with Cerebral Palsy, and an intelligence level at about a ten year-old. Chris has is 22 and has been living in a rented house with a few roomates who share Chris' mental capacity. As all children will, the occupants got into a fight, which resulted in Chris getting kicked out, his belongings pawned, and him getting accused of assaulting one of his roommates.
The police was called in... andasked who was the parent of an 8 month-old boy one of the girl roommates was holding.
Long story short: Nobody could answer the officer's question, People have been incarcerated, and this John Doe baby has become a ward of the state.

Work this week has been insane, but the highlight has to be my brother Roy calling me last night and saying he bought me a Honda scooter! Just because he thought, I had lost the ability to have fun. What a gift! Monica thinks they bought it for me to make us "feel poor". I know how my Bro is; He'd still do anything for me. I can't wait to get it. here's a pictue Roy sent me: gotta scoot.