Someone is sleeping on my couch...

This morning I took off out the door to go to a geocache locally which we haven't done yet. I went not to find the cache but to find some lost items a fellow cacher had dropped at the site. When I got there, he was there searching again... turns out someone found the stuff last night and didn't log into the system to state he'd found the cache and the lost items. So the guy and I searched in vain (I came home to log the find and found the finder's note, posted sometime this morning, after I'd left).

I got home and there were four voicemail messages from the school nurse. My neighbor's daughter got sick in school and they were trying to locate her mom, who I guess is out and about. I brought her home. Now she's on my couch watching spongebob DVDs and playing with Geoff's Mighty Beans. Oh, if he knew she was touching those -- all hell would break lose.

So I don't know how long I'll have lil' E here at the house. She's quiet and kind of nice, but boy is she a liar. She just makes up the most insane shit and tells me these long drawn out stories which I later ask her mom about and find are just outright fabrications based not even on the most remote iota of truth.

Now I'm not sure if the story she told me about the boys in Geoff's class putting him up to hitting girls is true. All five boys got in heaps of trouble... and it could have been based on total lies. But. What's done is done and I listen to her a little more carefully now.

It's a shame... I want to believe kids. I don't know what would make her tell me stories like "My sister got in my bed last night and while I was sleeping she put glue stick in my hair and when I woke up and chased her back into her room, I had to go take a shower and it was like four in the morning, and then I went back to bed..." I asked her mom about this one this morning, and C just shook her head and said that there's no way it was true because the linen closet is in their bedroom and she'd have to come in there to get a towel, and the shower pipes are old and loud and wake everyone in the house up, so it just couldn't possibly BE. So she confronted her daughter who then said, "Yeah, I was joking."

Lies lead to mistrust. Lie once and then try to tell the truth and no one is sure whether you were lying then or lying now. I know John Kerry is going through this right now about the war medals and throwing them over the fence. Were they his then or someone elses then? Were they just the ribbons? If they were just the ribbons as he says in 1980something, why'd he say they were his medals in 1971? To some it's trivial whether or not he told the truth then or now. Bush is a liar, Kerry's a liar... pick your liar and run with it.

I don't think ANYone tells the truth anymore, and that makes me hugely sad. It's such a huge issue to me. Why lie when the truth just sets you free. You never have to dig your way out of the truth.

We went through stuff like this with Jessica a few years ago. One of my earliest Journal entries was about Jessica lying when we caught her doing something she shouldn't do. She had used M's razor and shaved a strip of hair on her arm. She nicked her wrist bone, and said that she'd scraped it on the wall in the hallway (that's some sharp drywall!) and then when we found HAIR in the razor, she continued to lie and say it wasn't her hair, even though M and I aren't blonde.

We made her stand in a corner until she told the truth. All we wanted was "Yes, I did it." Not even an "I'm sorry" or anything... just an admission.

And she fought with us, as if fighting for her very life.

Kids are so damn weird.

In yesterday's entry, I totally forgot to mention that we did another geocache while we were out in Western PA. We dropped some Travel Bugs off at a Travel Bug "Hotel."

It was not in a very nice place. It was in Racoon Township by the creek near the big state park ... and of all the nice and beautiful, pristine and gorgeous places there are in this town, you would think someone would put a cache somewhere nicer. Or at least less of a party down spot.

This cache is located behind a dilapidated steel building that served some purpose at some point in history. It has a huge engine inside, and turbine thingies on top. And there was trash everywhere, and porno stashed in the exact spot where we thought the cache would be. (We cleaned it up. Heh heh heh, stupid punk who thinks he's comin' back to find his titty mag! HA! Busted!)

I felt a bit scared leaving the travel bugs there, but ... we were there and it was there, so we did. I hope they don't come to a bad end there. We took three TBs with us and plan to drop them off in a new TB hotel in Haverhill this weekend.

Well, what else is going on -- oh yeah. I posted something in my journalspace journal which kind of cracked me up. The premise is to make up a fake "memory" about me that you and I share. Click here and go over there, and add to the madness.

Only one person has posted a comment so far and I'm sort of disappointed so I'm turning to you, the mad rabble, to get over there and leave some damn comments. You don't have to identify yourself, but it would be funny to know who you are. Non-journalspace members are enabled to leave comments.

Be funny, yo.

BNL and Alanis Morissette are going on tour together, in case all y'all didn't know. I'm not a big Alanis fan, she's okay. Fair to midling. I want to yell at her when I hear the song "Ironic" that none of those things are IRONIC, most of them are just unfortunate. duh.

And here's the tour poster, which I'm sure is going to make some people totally mental. They're so naked. Barenaked with a Lady. I love how she's standing, she looks so aloof with all these guys around her. Tyler looks like he's molesting Jim's shoulderblade. Kevin couldn't be cuter. Steve is totally hiding behind everyone, even though he's lost so much weight and has never been shy about naked, he seems... reserved. So the poster alone cracks me up. I may have to go see the tour. It's a fully split bill, not one opening for the other. And I don't know how they're going to do the Alanis fan club seats and the BNL fan club seats... but I hope they are available.

I hate that she cut her hair.

Anyway -- that's it from over here. E sounds restless in the living room and I think she's going through stuff she shouldn't be touching, but, she's a kid and kids do that. I need to eat something after that hike I took this morning... feeling lightheaded loopyness. More later, peeps.