OPC - only not the cute kind

Hey,

I am well, thank you!  I feel really good these days.  I am very much looking forward to my consultation tomorrow at Body: Logic (how cute is that?), even though I've had to write down everything that has gone into my mouth for the past three days.  Good Lord, really?  I can hardly stand to look at the page at the end of the day and see what kind of crap passes my lips. I have been painfully honest, though, because I really want to be successful at this.  They're going to flip when they see how much I drink.  K tells me that quitting drinking is really the hardest part - I am sooooo not looking forward to that.  But I know I need it.

We had a little run-in with JJ and C and another boy in the neighborhood last night, so we're laying low today.  I had planned a little shopping trip with K, but R got sick and is home, so it worked out ok to cancel.  We might go get school supplies or something, even though - how is this possible? - I have a kid who is not the least bit excited about pens and folders.  He might as well have to shop for underwear, the way he's acting.  Unbelievable. 

At any rate, the goal is to keep him apart from C for at least the day.  Technically speaking, in any normal situation, C should be grounded for about a month.  But this is C....and so he is probably out getting ice cream or something.  Last night, S called to see if he was over here and to send him home for dinner.  When I went out front to find him, I discovered him, JJ and T, this other kid, getting their butts chewed by my neighbor, L.  Evidently, the boys had been picking blackberries in T's back 40 and decided it would be fun to write on the side of L's house with the juice.  Turns out, though, as the story unfolded, C was the only one doing that.  The other two, with clean hands (pardon the pun), swore up and down they hadn't written anything, anywhere, and had even told C to stop.  Of course, C lied up one side and down the other, his story changing with every sentence, until the truth came out.

Well, I guess later on,  JJ was over at S&T's to return a toy or something and T chewed him out. I don't mind that - I mean, I'm all about it takes a village - but I get so tired of him thinking that his kid can do no wrong, and when he does, it's always someone else's fault.  He was  implying that J &  T had been in on the vandalism, which I so believe they were not, because he just can't believe that C is capable of behavior like that all on his own.  Honestly?  JJ & T didn't have berry juice on their hands, and C's were covered.  Hello!!!

I'm sure you didn't need all those details, but it makes me crazy. I don't know how to tell them that their kid is really headed for trouble, without jeapordizing our own friendship. And let me just add here, to cover my own ass, that my son is not perfect either. 

So that's the scoop around here.  Working on my new career choice lately- the horrendously difficult task of learning to create a website.  I'm enjoying it, but it's so out of my realm of brain activity.  CC is helping me quite a bit since she's already got a headstart with her own website.  Which is good and bad, as you know.  She's full of good info.  But.

Love you,
A