Stuff on Stuff

Man.

Busy busy.

Talk about the highs and lows of parenting....this weekend, I had occasion (and reason) to look at my daughter's MySpace profile. On the profile, she listed me as her best friend...and she had a picture of the two of us, with the caption "I just love my dad". From a 15-year-old girl, this is amazing. To still care for me and admit as much to everyone is diamond-rare.

Made me (and makes me) feel pretty special.

On the other hand -- and why the hell does there always have to be another hand? -- the reason we were looking at her profile was to check on her, because on Friday night we caught her in a pre-planned and egregious lie. She slept over at Hannah's. Saturday morning, we called over there to talk to her, and Hannah's mom said "Um, they're sleeping at your place....aren't they?"

Turns out they spun a story to both sets of parents, and they spent the night at a boy's house. Now, I don't actually think they did anything, per se -- sex or drugs or alcohol -- but I don't know anything for sure.

I told her (and it was my soul's truth) that I wasn't even angry. Just disappointed. Very, very disappointed.