There is no real life just real busy.

[sweetsalome]

I spent all morning going between the police station, doctors, and then the house in Manhattan, oh and then the pharmacists.  I am slowly tying up all the lose ends that were left when my dad disappeared, he left a huge mess that I wasn't even aware of and so now I have to sit down with the lawyers and some how figure it out.  I think I'll ask them when he can be declared legally dead.  Not that I want him to be dead, but how long am I suppose to wait to see if he ever comes back?  Plus there are a lot of things I can't do with him still alive.

Gosh that sounds really horrible.  Fuck it, I am tired.  Whoops, my language.  Arg.

I'm selling the house, I am selling everything, it's all gone.  The only thing that might not go is the house down in Nassau, everything else is gone, burn it all down for all I care.  The money will go for my college fund and Jonba's, not to mention any other children I might have in the future.  I was also thinking of putting money into a special fund.


The doctor said I was fine, all the tests came back negative and the swelling and bruises have gone down.  He said that I could have sex again, if I wanted to, and as much as I want to I'm not sure. . .Whatever.

I got him to prescribe me sleeping medication under the guise of having nightmares from what went on before my dad left, which he bought fine.  Oddly enough I haven't had any nightmares about him actually dying, just about him coming after me.  They help me sleep through the night, and taking a half a pain pill helps me get through school.  It works out real well.

School has proposed a new routine, and with me in school, Grandma has started to take Jonba to this little daycare in town.  He's playing with kids his age and a little older, so he can get use to social interaction with other kids.  Preschool is just next fall, and then, kindergarten.  So Jonba comes home with a whole bunch of new words and sometimes unsavory behavior, he's still a good kid, just with more germs.  He's got a bit of a cold.

Life is insane.  I want Oreos.  Awhhh the little sun has a watermelon!

Comments

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

He has a cold?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Just the sniffles, I took him to the doctor and he said he'll be as right as rain. Smiles gently.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

That is good. How are you feeling? *Waves a bag of Oreos.* Still want these?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Right as rain. Grins and tackles him, reaching for the oreos. You are the best!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Good, I do not know how to make chicken soup if you have a cold. *He looks pathetic.* May I have one? Please?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Don't worry I will take chicken soup from a can. Holds on to him with her legs and opens the bag with her teeth. Fishing one out, she offers it to him.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Is not the homemade chicken soup best? *He puts his hands up like he's a dog and tries to take it from her fingers with his teeth and without biting her.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I can handle it from a can. When he takes it she laughs and pets his hair like he's a puppy. Good boy!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Hiro wags his butt and smiles as he chomps down the cookie.* Wan wan!

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Salome thinks that is the cutest thing ever, giggling she offers him another cookie. Woof! Woof!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Wan wan! *Hiro goes for the cookie with his mouth again.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

When he takes the cookie she steals a quick kiss. Okay, puppy, Wan wan!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Wan wan! *Hiro eats the cookie.* We should give the Cookie Monster some shoga-yu for his cold.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

That really depends on what that is. She takes an oreo for herself and twists it open to eat the frosting first. He just has a runny nose, it's not even a full blown cold, it's just kind of snotty.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

It is ginger, honey and hot water. It is hot and will soothe him, if nothing else.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Before nap time, or before bed. I think that's the best time, right before he has to sleep.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

It works well like that. The other remedy we use, I would not recommend for him.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

And what would that be? She bites an oreo in half and offers him the other half.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Tamagozake - egg, sugar and sake. Not good for little tummies. *He eats the Oreo out of her hand.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You aren't feeding sake to my baby! *Scratches the top of his head.* Good Inu.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Which is why I suggested the shoga-yu. The ginger will help burn out the germs. *Hiro wags his butt and pants like a puppy.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Grins broadly still scratching his head. Can I have a kiss, Mon Cheri?

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Any time, sun goddess. *He puckers up.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Leans forward and gently kisses his forehead, nose, and then his mouth.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

You are not going to get his cold, will you? You, I will give sake to.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

No. I won't. No sake, thanks.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Have you had sake?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Yes, you gave me sake the day after my dad left.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Mmm, yes, the persimmon sake. I would not use that, just regular sake. It will kill the germs.