the last day and thank you

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Thursday is the last day Ashley can stay after to study for her credit by exam. For those of you following, you know this is her last chance to pass high school. If she doesn't pass this test (with a 90) she will be forced to take algebra 3 credit by exam, and since she has a big fat zero in that class right now, that is unlikely to happen.

I had a talk with her tonight asking what her plan was if she doesn't pass this test on Monday. She said she didn't really have one. blah, blah, blah "mom talking" blah, blah, blah.

When she came to tell us goodnight, I told her, "you understand I am not bitching at you" ..... "Yes, I know, you just want to make sure I am doing everything I can" ... hhmmm, some of the blah blahs got through.

After she gets out tomorrow, we are going to the movies. Just me and her. My idea. She is obliging me. LOL I want to have some fun time before she goes to project prom. And after this last push for the test.

On that note, I am trying to form the biggest prayer (good thought, well wishes, whatever you want to call it) circle around her Monday, May 9th, 3 pm central time. I know the power of positive thinking works or I wouldn't have gotten this far. Mark your calendars, set your pdas, read this blog, and pray, send good thoughts, channel Math directly to Ashley!! We will all need it.

On that note, I want to send out my very heartfelt thanks to all of my "stranger friends" here. I can not express though this keyboard how warm my heart is knowing there are people I have never met (and some who I would love to meet) have supported me and Ashley here. (She has no idea about this blog and would probably blow a gasket if she did)

You people are really touching my life. Thank you. Thank you for letting me share my life with unadulterated honesty. Thank you for letting me say I am hating her right now and not pass judgment. Thank you for not letting my house be glass or for throwing stones.

I started this blog because I simply needed to vent, to say all the things unsaid. To actually write it down, put it out there. Say to whoever sees, this is me. My daughter is gay, she may not graduate, she is going into the military, our life is falling apart. Those who know me in real life know a happy, upbeat, always smiling Kimmy. People who like people like that don't like it when you are down. What's wrong? Why are you upset? Jeez Kimmy, why haven't you been performing at work? Hmmmm, maybe because life is not always good.

Life is messy, you clean it up to spill again. My rags are so dirty from cleaning up the mess of my life, thank you for handing me fresh ones.