It' s me again, and I have to write and tell you that being married and having teenagers is hard. Why did God make it that way? My daughter Sarah has discovered the uncharted territory of "Boys". Yes, I was getting alittle worried because she wasn't acting like she was interested in the opposite sex, but now I have to worry about the fact that she is a total guy magnent. I sound so bias, but it is true. She has 3 guys sniffin' around and it is really driving me nuts. She confessed the other day that she let this one boy(the boy she really likes) put his arm around her waist. I pretended not to let it bother me so, but I found myself in a restless sleep last night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It reminded me of that scene in "Bringing Down The House" with Steve Martin, and his daughter tells him all about what she has been doing and he just sits on the bed and looks like he can handle it, and then he goes in his bedroom and screams into a pillow. I love that movie. My son on the other hand is always arguing with us. He thinks that he is a lawyer (which he wants to be when he grows up) and is always in "Objection" with us. It really gets annoying. He plays these lawyer games and it cracks me up how he thinks he can overrule the judge. All I can say ( and this is especially for my niece Melissa, who just had her first daughter) is enjoy them while they can't talk. Because it gets harder and harder after that. I really do love my children to death, but sometimes I find myself I want to cry and run away from it all. I know that is not the answer and that is when I find they do something so incrediably cute that it makes all the bad stuff go away. My son brought me home flowers the other day, and I guess they were from somebody's yard, oops, but it melted my heart. My daughter shares with me all her secrets and likes to make me laugh. I love them so much it hurts at times and I want them to grow up to be respectable people.