Maybe.

Went to the airport to pick up Casey and family – they’ve been in Pittsburgh visiting her bunch – and while we were waiting for the luggage Casey pointed out this guy. Tall, thin, very black and very well dressed. He says it’s Manute Bol. Could be, but now that I look at pictures this guy didn’t seem as tall as he should have been. He was tall, but he didn’t exactly tower over people. But then again I was looking across the luggage carousel. So who knows.

Actually I was more interested in playing with Kira.

I printed out 6-7 apartments for rent from Craigslist. So I’ll call/email today and get more info, and maybe check a couple out this afternoon. Casey mentioned we should all move in together . . .

How to be nice and not scream aloud in the car. I really don’t think I could live with Venus full time. Seriously.

Apparently, while I was on my airport trip, Buck cornered poor Ginnie and vomited his feelings at her. Crying, ranting, promising to do better, swearing he hasn’t been cheating, threatening to do so as long as he’s been accused, etc. All the conversations he should be having with ME and not our daughter.

I’ve been trying really hard not to put her in the middle. I tell her everything and ask her what she wants to do, because I remember well how my parents didn’t tell me shit when they broke up. Life was normal, I was sent away for the summer, I came back to new home and no idea where my father was. Then years of my mother pumping me for information while making snide comments about him. That ain’t right. Its a fine line keeping someone informed and comforted without putting them in the middle.