1:30 am.

that was, well. As close to outer-darkness as it comes here on earth.

Those kids are MONSTERS!! They run and jump off of things, and while you're getting one in trouble for something, three more of them try it, and Holy popsicles, batman. They, between them all, must have eaten 2 whole boxes of otter pops. And then smeared some on the carpet... it was, unfortunately, the blue. So I'm scrabbling all over looking for cleaning supply, and I find only windex. I try and try but it just isn't coming out, and all the kids are hanging all over me watching me clean with big round eyes and a knowledge that they (and me) will be deat meat when the parents (all four of them, against me) arrive...

not to mention none of them went entirely to bed until midnight. I was nearly incoherent by the time they got home. I ate one piece of chocolate cake for dinner. That was all I had time for.

And then, when they did get home (Sister Schottal just smiled kindly and put her arm around me and said, "Happens all the time, don't worry I just use club soda") the bishop had the nerve...

the absolute GALL...

to ask me to speak in sacrament meeting tommorrow morning.

And slipped me an extra fiver.

IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Heavenly Father, I'm sorry I asked for jeans. I'll never pray such a frivolous prayer again.

But I promise you, Heavenly Father, that I will put those jeans to good use.

OH my word, I just realized... I have to pay TITHING. so I still need $5.00.

Crud.

5:50 pm

Yay!!

I have been saved, by sister Schotall, my YW president. She wants me to watch her three kids tonight and said she'd pay me $20 to do it. I guess I'm responsible baby-sitting age now!

Holy freakin' cow, that's a lot of money. That's 20 hours of weeding!!

Oh wait... the phone is ringing. Be back.


OH MY. My bishop just called... he said that his wife wants to double with the YW pres. and her husband... so he wants me to watch his kids, too! He has 4 kids, and he says he'll pay $25.00.

I'M NEARLY SAVED. Mom doesn't even have to drive me... sister Schotall said she'd pick me up.

Saturday!!

Oh, I love the school-free, church-free ness of saturday. Parents think it is time to clean on Saturday, but as a patriotic american teenager I believe Saturday is the day of Rock, just as Sunday is the day of Rest.

Marsie and I had a look around town already, but we're going back to catch a few of the little shops we missed. Right now we're at the Evergreen Cafe eating our bacon lettuce avacado tomato sandwiches. And I'm thinking about my Problem.

I have found the perfect pair of pants. They are light blue color with darker blue wash from the knees down. They bell out gently from the knee. They have a straight-line hip, just barely cinched in a little at the top... and they aren't low-risers. Almost, but not quite.

So I tried them on. They fit perfectly. The hem hits me exactly between my ankle and the sole of my feet. They are just a teeny bit loose in the waist and butt, so that I won't feel like my innards are crushed when I sit down,and the material is just the right thickness and supplety.

They cost fifty dollars.

Fifty dollars may not sound like a lot to you, but my mom has a policy. She doesn't spend more than 20 for pants, 25 for shoes, 15 for shirts and so on.

This will take some real thinking.

Anyway, the perfect pants exist. In this I rejoice. I see my ugly-pants status dissapearing forever... if I can just earn enough money to own these.

Marcie thinks I'm silly. SHe says I shouldn't care what Dave in our seminary class says. SHe's probably right, but... well, secretly, I want to look good. I'm tired of being scrappy tomboy molly. I want to be cute, sought-after molly. I mean, I'm not going to go out with anyone yet, of course. Not until I'm 16. But it would be nice if there were some boys who think I"m worth talking to, until then.

Maybe babysitting??