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Hateful Piece of Miserable Hell, Flu 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I have been sick to my guts and uninspired to write which means I have about 452 pieces of paper lying on my living room table, each one bearing a number of doodles, because I am constantly doing something with some kind of writing/drawing utensil. I simply must.
And I still eat Chicken & Stars. It's lighter than Chicken Noodle on a tummy sick to its guts. I don't care that people make fun of me Read more:Miserable
Blasts and Records 1970-01-01 00:59:59 It had been something like 13 years. I'm old enough now to remember 13 years ago. I'm old enough now to have had a friend for 23 years, and to remember the day I met her, but she is not in this post for any other reason than to mark my age. Out she goes!
13 years ago, Z. worked for me. He worked to clean up a mess created for me by someone else, (a someone else I chose to have in my life) and Read more:Records
Our Very Own Hamster Wheel 1970-01-01 00:59:59 We bought a treadmill so I could run off my second ass. I don't really have a second ass, but I see where one could grow if I don't start moving around more now that my daily run-hectic doesn't seem to be enough. All three little people fight over time on it because they are also desperate to get more exercise. We were far more active before we moved here. Running, as a purpose, is difficult to
Movin' On Up 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Some time ago, I wrote an entry about a friend of mine who was heading straight into a dead-end relationship with Jerky McDumbass. Jerky McDumbass has since run off to loserville in the infamous and rather manipulative 'that'll-show-you, bet-you-beg-me-back' move, but my friend is standing her ground, claiming their once mutual territory as her very own. Since the moment I glimpsed that familiar
Seconds Away 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Those red brake lights were a sharp contrast to the blackened night. In the glow of the headlights in front of them, I could see the vehicle was stopped on the bridge. It was one of those small pick-up trucks, "death traps" I call them, ironically enough. I slowed to a creep a hundred feet behind it. I don't like to get too close to anything, especially right there - in front of Freaky Jason's Read more:Seconds
Swimming 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Experience tells me the first rule of engaging in a group project with new people is to prepare to cover someone else's ass. I hated group projects, not because I didn't work well with other people, but because I didn't work well with other people who did not work. There's always that one or more. Over time, I learned a few things - namely, everybody's bill comes due. My goal is bringing that Read more:Swimming
Another Observation 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Introduce me to your perfect child, and I will introduce you to a stupid parent. Heh. Are we all on the same page? I know my kids are going to try to get one passed me on occasion; I know they are bound to do something dumb in their lifetimes. They are living, breathing, human beings. They are good kids, have good hearts. I am fairly certain I know when they are up to no good, and not at all Read more:Observation
98¢ Change 1970-01-01 00:59:59 It doesn't surprise me that justice Scalia called opponents "idiots," though I do get a little unnerved when a Supreme Court Justice gets all that comfortable, particularly Antonin Scalia. On the flexibility of the Constitution, he said, "The Constitution is not a living organism, it is a legal document."
Duh. Interestingly enough, it is a legal document containing a section known as "Article V, Read more:Change
Flexing 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Only two hours before, I had told my son to get his room picked up, and I received no compliant. He just did it, and he's done it enough times in the last few weeks to suggest a pattern developing. My girls had even put some things away and cleaned their bathroom without prompting. Freaky.
Only one hour before, one of my snow covered, merry little heathens walked in the door, left it open, and
Shedding a Ton. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 She had said to me, "You should not have to fight to ensure your child gets what is just a basic education." But I did. Every step forward was hard earned, and with every step forward, there were two steps backward. School officials treated my son like a problem child. They treated me like a problem parent. My son only had to be a few degrees out of standard. I only had to disagree with their
The Answer to Life 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I pulled up to the gas pump knowing I would have to prepay. I looked at the price, and knowing exactly how many gallons I wanted, I reached for my cell phone which duals as my calculator so I could calculate how much to pay. Oil gods have provoked such anal action. But I was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. A lot of glass. I looked out my window and saw a lady standing
"BFF" 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Best Friends Forever, Paco Loco and Lucien Wilbanks*
*Serious extra cool points for you if you recognize the name without Google aid.
Things That Make You Say, "Oh, Those Lying Bastards!" 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Don't you just hate those moments when some random memory from childhood hits you -something that suddenly doesn't seem right under the scope of age and experience...
I don't think my horsy really ran away. Read more:Lying
Bird 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Early on, I recognized the possibility that Bird would never fit the mold of your typical student. I figured the best thing I could do for him was continue to condition him to a classroom environment while teaching him to teach himself. We are barely into a second semester, and while his improvement is not surprising, it is substantial. It used to be whenever he got "stuck" on something, he would
Blame It On the Rain 1970-01-01 00:59:59 The deadline is crouched above me, watching me, like a domestic cat eyeing a mouse just out of her reach. She silently waits for the wrong - or right - move.
The days have dropped off, leaving only hours, and I am still. Surely, any moment now, the pressure will give me the fix of motivation I need.
I wait. This method has worked for weeks. I wait longer.
Nothing.
What I have left to do is Read more:Blame
I'm It! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I was tagged by the Blogger formerly known as Anima.
A- Available or single? Neither.
B- Best Friend? N. and D.
C- Cake or Pie? Pie.
D- Drink of Choice? Strawberry-Kiwi Juicy Juice, or Pepsi - I fell off the soda wagon.
E- Essential Item? Pen or pencil.
F- Favorite Color? That depends on the object in question. I hate orange clothes, but I love the orange maple trees in the fall, for instance.
Changes 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I think there is something seriously funky going on with me. Well, funkier than is the norm. Last week I had no motivation; this week I am on hyper-drive. Perhaps, I am going through the empty nest syndrome eight years early. It could be because my oldest child is now shopping for prom AND now gainfully employed. I pouted to who SHOULD be my very loving and sympathetic husband.
"My baby is
Go Rattler! It's Your Birthday! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Via this nifty portable machine, I am able to communicate to you my absolute incredulity as it unfolds. I am watching National Geographic, "When Snakes Bite." I am seeing those, you know, "good Christian folk" dance around with rattlesnakes in their hands.
AND I CANNOT HELP BUT ROOT FOR THE SERPENTS.
Poor li'l DEADLY snakes. Jesus, where is a good animal rights activist when you need one?
I Read more:Birthday
Whimplified Sissies Are Temporarily Dismissed 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Seriously, you do not have much time left to escape. . .
Seven days into the new year, I know one of the most memorable, perhaps epiphanic, moments of it will be when I realized a girl just has not really experienced nature until she has had to face this choice: pull a half-chewed and undigested strip of plastic bag from her dog's butt, or continue to bruise her own ribs on dry heaves as the Read more:Temporarily
, Sissies
On Righted Wrongs 1970-01-01 00:59:59 In November, I told you a story:
11.12.2006
On Fucking Up... Big.
The woman was so bitter over the divorce, she did everything she could to drive an anger-filled wedge between her children and their father. She succeeded. Now, she's dead, and she died suddenly, without the chance to clean up her mess. As a direct result of her own actions, she has left her children alone -for now, at least.
It's All About the Loot, Baby 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Normally, I don't put presents under the tree until Christmas Eve because my kids drive me insane over opening them, and Bug, my 11 year old, is the worst.
"Can I open a present?"
"No."
"PLEASE!!"
"No."
"But there is PLENTY there!"
"For every present you open early, santa kills a reindeer." (I'm kidding! I don't really say that.)
And so on.
This year, for some idiotic reason, I broke
Seasons Greetings 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Last minute Christmas shopping could make a docile person kick another shopper in the groin, and then when that other shopper is doubled over in pain, grab that brand new DVD player right out of their cart and use it to put a dent in their stupid, stupid head.
That was just, you know... something that occurred to me. Read more:Greetings
'Twas the Days After Christmas... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I am posting this from one of my favorite presents, my Dell notebook, which I customized myself. I'm still getting used to the much smaller keyboard, so for a while, you might see random CAPS in my posts - probably where I meant to type an 'a'. I keep highlighting things and moving things, and otherwise driving myself and my Albert - that's his name, Albert, because I have a thing for mad Read more:Christmas
Rest in Pieces 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Perhaps if I were an Iraqi citizen with a family member brutalized by the cruel hand of Saddam Hussein, then I would think the means justified the end and good riddance. As a supporter of a warranted death penalty, albeit not a fan of the system designed to impose it, I really wouldn't take issue with some innovative way to hang the man twice. Yet, I just can't help but feel justice was
Timeless Betrayal 1970-01-01 00:59:59 The often thought-provoking Blogger formerly known as Anima wrote, "It seems back in the day, people actually had better things to be worried about." I paused for thought, thinking of how quick people are to angrily react to things, almost as if they are just looking for a reason to be pissed off, unhappy, dissatisfied, frustrated. What has them on edge, so unnerved, and so scared to face that Read more:Timeless
, Betrayal
What I Hate About You 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I hate television news. I hate what passes for "news" these days. I hate that news broadcasters have only so many minutes to tell you what is going on, and that condensed version is hardly any clear picture - rarely, anyway. I hate that the job criteria for television news reporters is based on visual appeal rather than an actual functioning brain. I remember when one reporter told us my
Girly Secret 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I shopped in Victoria's Secret for a pretty satin and lace set. Just carrying it out in the signature pink bag made me walk a little taller. I went into Bath & Body Works. I picked up a pumice stone, a new loofa, a lovely scented body scrub and lotion... a saleswoman looked at the loot in my hands, the Victoria's Secret bag. She grinned at me, "Got a hot date tonight, don't you?"
I probably Read more:Girly
XLI 1970-01-01 00:59:59 CONGRATULATIONS
INDIANAPOLIS
COLTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS
HOOSIERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Night, Anna. 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I was taken aback by the death of Anna Nicole Smith. Occasionally, I indulge in celebrity mags. She always caught my attention. She may not have been the brightest lit room in the house, but she was stunningly beautiful, and there was something about her that was just… crushed… tragic, even. I saw a wound behind that smile. I didn't care much for the pointed jabs and snide remarks over her Read more:Night
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