M.O.M. and D.A.D.

My parents are here.

They have been angels, and wonderful. We have gotten along great, and there doesn't really seem to be much doom and gloom hanging overhead. Which is a good thing.

So many times, I feel if they come and just well put me down. Complain about my cleaning, my junk, ect ect. It is like if they havn't realise that just because i don't have a wife, I can take care of myself, and that I do make correct decisions, and I wasn't a failure.

THey have worked there fanny's off, and have done alot around the house. Alot of which I either wouldn't of done, or wouldn't know how to do. That is a good thing.

My mom intrusted me with her photos of her meeting KEvin Costner to do a scrapbook. I scrapbook. I love to do it, and have done numerouse books for numerouse people. Yes, its expensive, and yes time consuming, but I love to do it. I was nervouse to what my mom was going to think. So I took my time and slaved over it. SLAVED.

I finished it. Finished it to have her take a couple of the pages apart so she could fit all of the photos in. I don't use all the photos I ha ve. It is impossible, and frankly not all the photos turn out.

However it was hard to see my mom take apart a scrapbook I worked so hard on...to add all the photos in it.

IT was like all my hard work, FLUSHED down the toliet. My work, my slaving, and for what, nothing. WHat did it get me, anywhere...

and to be honest, it really just well hurt.....