Wish I had a Magic 8 Ball Too
Well, I almost have to laugh. The only sentence in my SD's blog last night was that she wished she had a magic 8 ball. But she was definitely interested in the xanga chatterbox. But then her best friend took over and wrote a smart comment thinking I was someone else. Well, I posted a note back, saying she didn't know what she was talking about, Erin had know me for a long time, and she need to stay out of where she wasn't needed, that Erin would think for herself. Then, I jolted Erin and said that I had sent a letter about the situation (which I had to her Mother) and also asked about her Christmas gift which I never received a thank you for.
So, I pretty much boxed her in this time. Now, I wish I had a magic ball, too. Even though we haven't spoken we have continued to observe the holidays and birthdays with gifts for Erin but never once have received an acknowledgement or thank you. I figured it was probably about time that at 17 years old, she be reminded her social etiquette is unacceptable. I didn't raise her that way in my home and thank yous, etc. always were done timely. You don't take people for granted. She only has a year left for support. She's never had a part time job. The money's going to run out fast. I have mixed feelings but not much sympathy. I worked all through high school myself and graduated with a 4.0 grade point. And whether she realizes it or not, if the cards and gifts had not continued to be sent from me for the past year and a half, she wouldn't have received anything because my husband wants nothing to do with her. But it is easier for her to blame her problems on me, rather than be accountable for them herself.
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