tough times, but one month more.

SO wasp problem- CHECK totally taken care of. kinda. well, they came and sprayed and by they i mean the man with the hose who was really goofy and really funny and talked about his wife a lot and their anniversary and how he was going to take her to :the rooof: which i think all mormons who live in the salt lake area must know about (i inquired though because i couldn't help myssseellf) which is a "delicious" restaraunt above the joseph fielding smith memorial building in slc that takes four months to get into. but after he left, i went inside my house and on my way in, i became curious to a gap in the porch, so i took a peak and LO AND BEHOLD: the nest. i found it (i think). and i dont think he even sprayed up there. sweet. thanks 150 dollars.

gannon is crying upstairs. it makes me really sad when he does. but this time i think he is genuinely crying because he knows that he did something wrong. which is a change in pace. usually he is just throwing a fit to get what he wants but this time is (kinda) different. this time, he knows he shouldn't have totally pooped in his pants. im tired of playing the "please dont poop in your pants" game where he responds " i wont, i wont" and everytime he does. im trying so hard to be patient, but its really gross and also really sad. i know he knows he can do it in the toilet, he just chooses not to. or maybe im totally wrong. i don't think i will ever or could ever understand the inner workings of this 4 year old's mind.

that and i wont put on his movie for him.

im not going to reward him for pooping in his pants.

i wont.

now who sounds like the four year old?

pshoo.p.

today these black chicks came to the door and were loving up all over me, their "white sista" to buy magazines from them. i was like, "im working."

i felt bad, they gave me this huge spcheel about how they weren't raised in a place that taught them work ethic, so t hey are part of a program that sells magazines to teach "troubled" youth how to work for a living.

i was like- i dont read magazines.
im sorry.

i really am.

i really hate when children cry.

its the most gut wrenching thing in the world.

for me.

last night i went to a good earthy birthday party for a guy named marc that ive met once.

i made him an apple pie and pecan bars and this was his return

"you're obnoxious"
"how old are you. fourteen?"
"I really. dont. like. you."


awesome.
it's been a good week.

love,
jacqueline