Curse of the Puberts

Tibbles was testy today. Last night at Guides, she was to bring in a "healthy snack", probably something that is quite alien to the children around her, who are fed with lard and pig tails. (Just joking). She decided to bring in organic vegetable chips, a dip, and carrots. She came home absolutely distressed that the other children had not partaken of her offering. Her state continued into the morning, where upon not being able to locate her lunch pail, she proceeded to have a hissy fit, and stomped to school. I watched from the window where I usually wave, and there she was marching, arms swinging and her head was turned away from me. She knew I would be there doing the auto wave, but she ignored it. An orthodontic appointment was on the agenda for Gibbles today, and as I was rocking out to Ripple, my daughter became so embarrassed. I am not allowed to sing nor am I allowed to make any wiggly gestures in a vehicle if a teenager is a passenger. As I have mentioned, I have an Emo living with me. Black eyeliner, bangs over the eye, possibly sty ridden. I thought Emo was a ship, not a state of being. Upon googling it, I found that my husband and I are in fact part of the first and second wave Emo's and when I told Gibbles this, she looked like she could vomit, and stomped up to her room. (I am trying to relate to her. . .upon telling her this, she ran up to her room yelling "do not try to relate to me". Crap, you are damned if you do and damned if you don't with this age. At least when I was a punk, I had a mission, all these Emo's are supposed to do is crawl under their duvets and cry. At least as teenagers we tried to protest the Gulf War and were like anarchy and stuff. I just do not for the life of me understand these EMUs. I said Emu to her and she had a fit. But, then again, my parents did not understand me. So, this is fair. I had someone say "try to get her to go outside", well, she will sit on the porch and pout. She did go out with her friends last night, and as they congregated outside of our house, they were quite freaked out that Button Boy was watching them. I told them to move to another corner and ignore him. I think I shall start threatening Church Camp. . . stick her at Huron Feathers and see how she likes it. Although, I am sure it has changed since I was there in the 1980's. They pushed me off a raft in the middle of Lake Huron and told me to swim. I swear though, Karma is coming back to kick me in the ass. Two "puberts" living here, you can cut the estrogen with the jaws of life. It sucks.