Why doesn't everything have a game plan?

Upon being diagnosed with cancer, a chain of events magically kicked into place which provided dates and times for both chemotherapy and radiation.

I was given a card which said the dates and times with poison and rads and all I had to do was show up.

We all know that life is not like that and sometimes I miss the 'checks' done with CT scans to show that all is well or not.

How do we really know if what we are doing in our lives or even a specific circumstance is the right thing to do at the time?

I am going through this right now with my daughter.

"Bri" is 13 going on about 20 and I am just starting to encounter the glorious teenage years where you are always wrong and the only thing they want to do with you is be driven somewhere and then dropped off or else provide cash.

About a year ago, Bri was banned from the computer for adding people to her 'friends' list that she did not know.

Open and shut case.

I secretly found out by checking her emails to find some dude Arabia asking about how her brother, Dane was doing.

I immediately pulled the plug on her having net access and thought it was done.

Fred woke up last night at 3am to get a drink of milk and found Brianne on the computer in chat rooms talking to people 'looking for love in their 30's'.

Needless to say Fred was not impressed and before she could close down the multitude of open windows, she was grabbed out of her seat and told to go to bed and the office door was locked.

I went to look when I got out of bed this morning and I was mortified at what I saw.

Pictures of 'dicks' (obviously photo-shopped or else I'm seriously lacking in the 'size' department. HOLY SHIT !!!!)

There were about 12 chat windows open with various people with random names who have no life whatsoever. Who would really be 'looking for love' at 3am online?

I then went to the chat room where she was 'lurking' and almost fell off of my chair, laughing mostly at this point?

By this time, It's 7:30 am and I have all of the evidence I need at this point.

Time to move on to more fun and games while I had the chance being in some of these 'naughty' rooms for a reason.

I got a 'private message' from Abraham asking if I liked the pic in his profile??

"Hmmm, didn't really look before then. Of course I had to and he strangely looked like Brat Pitt.

"You are kinda cute", I reply.

"Wanna see more of me?" he asks

"Go for it, big boy"...(I say this as I see that he was also starting this same thing with my daughter in an open window)

He sends me the pic and I almost busted a 'damn' gut laughing at the pic which was obviously photo-shopped.

Clean shaven and the pic was from chest to about knees but I sure couldn't concentrate on his knees. WOW (I could so not imagine 'doing' that. I have cows in the field with smaller dicks than this had on it.)

I think there was that one guy that was so 'hung' that he'd pass out before he got hard. Maybe a porn star?

This guy would have had a coronary FOR SURE. hehehe

Anyways, I respond back with,"What a joke. I've seen WAY WAY bigger than that, little boy".

Who in their right mind would be looking for sex at 7:30 in the morning when I can barely stay away trying to get the caffeine in while calming down a wee baby-boy....(cutie by the way)

Bri sulked up the stairs and I gave her a kiss and sent her on her way.

I saw her briefly looking back wondering when the axe was gonna fall as I'm Irish and THEY ALWAYS FREAKING FALL hard.

I dropped Dane off at the sitters as I needed a me day to think.

After pondering it for the morning and looking at both sides of the equation as I was once that age as well, I came up with the following resolution to this huge problem brewing at home.

I am making her sign a 'contract' of sorts with both Fred and I.

The contract stipulates that after a 'week' of solid grounding, she will be ALLOWED back on the computer with her own ID and password. I will tell her what the ID will contain and I will know at all times what the password will stay as.

She will be allowed an hour each day to chat with her friends on MSN messanger but no chat lines.

She was told that there is now a 'key-logger' in place that records her views of web-pages and text that she sends and receives.

There is a fine line between 'negotiation' and 'breaking someone's will' and I do not want to go there.

I don't want to totally segregate her and have her rebel against me which opens up a whole new damn can of worms.

Nor do I want to keep her naive as she's getting old enough to need to have a little bit of street smarts in this 'advancing' world.

She will sign the contract and be given a bit of reign .

In return for her signing this contract, she will graduate from grade 7 this year and be able to attend her prom with a cute dress and heels.

If she fails, she signed this 'event' away of her own doing and her own actions.

Good call or bad, it keeps her happy and it keeps me thinking that she is safe.

Hopefully, she sees it as a game plan.