Well this is weird....
Well this hasn't happened in a really really long time...And oh have things ever changed. I went through this and read every entry, quite a bit of teen angst I guess you would call it, to much mention of coffee and my whooping 3 boyfriends mentioned way to many times, in fact I think that was all I talked about, and by talk I mean complain.
But that's obvious, since it's written in every single entry previous to this one (almost anyway). So, since no one ever really read this to begin with, and most certainly no one will now since I have lost all of my friends, except of course trusty Ol' Roxanne, and quite on purpose I might add, I will blow the virtual dust from these crusty old pages and start again. give me a place to fume. Sooooooooooo, Let the madness unfold...once again...In the new chapter of my adult life.
So I have two children now, Persephone Marie, as was mentioned previously, and briefly, in prior pages is now (freshly) 6 years old, and my son Cloud Sylas just turned 5 months old a day after Tiny girls birthday, which was 5 days ago. I have an amazing husband, Scott, who is smart and funny and positively bursting with wit and insight to the ways of the world. He is a Scott of all trades and knows a little about everything and can figure out anything he puts his mind to. His most amazing quality by far is his uncanny ability to to take all of my crap, and there is a lot, oh yes, with a side of penicillin and continue to love me after all these years of unwillingly saying "yes, Dear..." even when I'm wrong. Currently my superman is in BCT for the US Army, not because he's a die hard American who loves his country, but because of a decent paycheck, good healthcare for the family and education tuition. I of course have come undone, and though I do my best to maintain my stuffing I am splitting at the seems.
"Unemployed Army mom seeks comfort in forgotten web-journal, for insanity spewing, long talks about the meaning of it all and a long term relationship with the soft clicking sound the keyboard makes as I write about the life I have come to understand."
ME: I'm a control freak when it comes to cleanliness, some would call me OCD, I'm not. I have no regard for where the salt and pepper live, I don't mind the mud, blood, food or feces that ends up on the floor and I wont rip your fucking head off for walking in the house with your shoes on. I do, however, have a great love for cleaning in general, it soothes me and gives me something to do, and I simply must have something to do at all times, and therefore I have developed a routine with how I clean and what, and this routine has spawned an idea in my mind as to 'What the house should look like' and so if it's off I feel I must correct it...perhaps I am OCD if I felt the need to explain myself in such depth....Moving on, I make very little sense. My ideas are batty at best and my people skills are absolute shit. No matter how painfully obvious it is that I'm wrong, I never apologize. Not that I have some sort of vendetta against apologies, I'm just really bad at doing it, partly because I'm high and mighty, and partly because I'm just really bad at admitting I'm wrong. I still love to read (when I have the time...which I don't ever and now I'm adding a new project to my other thousands, so wont be happening soon.) I have stopped doing everything fun there is to do, drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, the works, as I suppose many mother-of-two-house-wives do. I rather enjoy my role as house wife, considering my husband and children are the only people I like to spend and extended amount of time with. I still wish I was an elf, but at least I have a daughter who looks like one. Persephone is a beautiful little girl with long blonde wavy hair, dark green eyes with flecks of red (which is really spiffy looking) and a little turned up nose to match her pointy ears. She can be evil, and bratty, and vain and well...down right awful. but underneath it all she is strong and clever she thinks clearly and knows how to manipulate (which will serve her well and ill in the future). She has a good head on her shoulders, when she realizes it's not all about her and there is a world out there, I pity the fool her attempts to hold her back. She is sweet and sensitive and like Lemony-Snicket. if she were an animal, she'd be a domestic ferret. Cloud is of course to young to say much about, other then he is the sweetest baby in the world, I know many parents say that, but I mean it. I loved Persephone as a baby, but she hard and whinny and clingy. Cloud is quiet and calm. He always smiles and is cool and collected. He sleeps good, eats good, plays good and is always ready for a new day. He's my sweet boy. I like to think of his role in the animal kingdom as a song bird, probably a mocking bird so that his sounds could please many. And Scott. The man of my dreams, and I mean that quite literally. He's handsome and suave, and he always knows what to say. 98% of the time he's right (though I'd tell him that) and the 2% that I claim is usually about something like " I TOLD you we needed milk!" but he almost always takes the blame even if he knows it's wrong. He's admirable and good for the kids to look up to because he works hard to keep our family together and fed and clothed and sheltered. He is all I want in a partner, not even I know why I get so mad at him when I do...I guess it's just a spouse thing. If he were to be translated from man to beast, he'd be a lion.
Now that introductions are out of the way, let the games begin.
But not tonight.
The next time I post, it will be something about something in my everyday life.
Oh, Goody goody!
But that's obvious, since it's written in every single entry previous to this one (almost anyway). So, since no one ever really read this to begin with, and most certainly no one will now since I have lost all of my friends, except of course trusty Ol' Roxanne, and quite on purpose I might add, I will blow the virtual dust from these crusty old pages and start again. give me a place to fume. Sooooooooooo, Let the madness unfold...once again...In the new chapter of my adult life.
So I have two children now, Persephone Marie, as was mentioned previously, and briefly, in prior pages is now (freshly) 6 years old, and my son Cloud Sylas just turned 5 months old a day after Tiny girls birthday, which was 5 days ago. I have an amazing husband, Scott, who is smart and funny and positively bursting with wit and insight to the ways of the world. He is a Scott of all trades and knows a little about everything and can figure out anything he puts his mind to. His most amazing quality by far is his uncanny ability to to take all of my crap, and there is a lot, oh yes, with a side of penicillin and continue to love me after all these years of unwillingly saying "yes, Dear..." even when I'm wrong. Currently my superman is in BCT for the US Army, not because he's a die hard American who loves his country, but because of a decent paycheck, good healthcare for the family and education tuition. I of course have come undone, and though I do my best to maintain my stuffing I am splitting at the seems.
"Unemployed Army mom seeks comfort in forgotten web-journal, for insanity spewing, long talks about the meaning of it all and a long term relationship with the soft clicking sound the keyboard makes as I write about the life I have come to understand."
ME: I'm a control freak when it comes to cleanliness, some would call me OCD, I'm not. I have no regard for where the salt and pepper live, I don't mind the mud, blood, food or feces that ends up on the floor and I wont rip your fucking head off for walking in the house with your shoes on. I do, however, have a great love for cleaning in general, it soothes me and gives me something to do, and I simply must have something to do at all times, and therefore I have developed a routine with how I clean and what, and this routine has spawned an idea in my mind as to 'What the house should look like' and so if it's off I feel I must correct it...perhaps I am OCD if I felt the need to explain myself in such depth....Moving on, I make very little sense. My ideas are batty at best and my people skills are absolute shit. No matter how painfully obvious it is that I'm wrong, I never apologize. Not that I have some sort of vendetta against apologies, I'm just really bad at doing it, partly because I'm high and mighty, and partly because I'm just really bad at admitting I'm wrong. I still love to read (when I have the time...which I don't ever and now I'm adding a new project to my other thousands, so wont be happening soon.) I have stopped doing everything fun there is to do, drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, the works, as I suppose many mother-of-two-house-wives do. I rather enjoy my role as house wife, considering my husband and children are the only people I like to spend and extended amount of time with. I still wish I was an elf, but at least I have a daughter who looks like one. Persephone is a beautiful little girl with long blonde wavy hair, dark green eyes with flecks of red (which is really spiffy looking) and a little turned up nose to match her pointy ears. She can be evil, and bratty, and vain and well...down right awful. but underneath it all she is strong and clever she thinks clearly and knows how to manipulate (which will serve her well and ill in the future). She has a good head on her shoulders, when she realizes it's not all about her and there is a world out there, I pity the fool her attempts to hold her back. She is sweet and sensitive and like Lemony-Snicket. if she were an animal, she'd be a domestic ferret. Cloud is of course to young to say much about, other then he is the sweetest baby in the world, I know many parents say that, but I mean it. I loved Persephone as a baby, but she hard and whinny and clingy. Cloud is quiet and calm. He always smiles and is cool and collected. He sleeps good, eats good, plays good and is always ready for a new day. He's my sweet boy. I like to think of his role in the animal kingdom as a song bird, probably a mocking bird so that his sounds could please many. And Scott. The man of my dreams, and I mean that quite literally. He's handsome and suave, and he always knows what to say. 98% of the time he's right (though I'd tell him that) and the 2% that I claim is usually about something like " I TOLD you we needed milk!" but he almost always takes the blame even if he knows it's wrong. He's admirable and good for the kids to look up to because he works hard to keep our family together and fed and clothed and sheltered. He is all I want in a partner, not even I know why I get so mad at him when I do...I guess it's just a spouse thing. If he were to be translated from man to beast, he'd be a lion.
Now that introductions are out of the way, let the games begin.
But not tonight.
The next time I post, it will be something about something in my everyday life.
Oh, Goody goody!