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Fantastically lazy day today. Thank jeebus. Yesterday was a whirlwind of Twisty G`s last hockey game at noon, swim lessons at 2, birthday party at 4. We didn`t get home until 9 at night and that was just too much People for one day dammit.
Christ, I`m only 29, how much crotchetier will I get by the time I`m actually old?
My mind is clearly withering up. I sit here with this blank screen and I gots nothing mang. Is this the meds? Its nice to have quiet up in the old brain pan instead of all the constant chicken little sky is falling crap all the time but it's weird.
My hair is so pretty somedays.
I'm incredibly vapid.
I amuse myself though so that's something.
This is all kinds of awesome:
But it does make me question what the shit I'm doing with my life. Besides yoga. Have I mentioned how obnoxiously much I've been digging yoga lately? Finally some exercise that I actually enjoy the pain of. Oh ehm gee, I'm like a withered old crone trying to bend my body in ways its convinced it can but dammit I'm bending. I did have the most distressing POP of my right hip during some insane wide leg forward bend. Now my ass hurts. Well, one side of it. Old age can bite my ass, if it can ever reach it.
Poor Twisty G. Yesterday, being the last game, the coaches had awards for everyone. Most goals, best defence, most improved skater, yada, yada. Now I think I've mentioned that Twisty G is not exactly, well, gifted at the game yet so I didn't know what to expect in terms of awards but I can tell you is wasn't BIGGEST SMILE. Dudes, seriously? If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all. It would have been better if he didn't get any award all rather than goofy grinner. Why don't you just paint a giant L on his forehead and be done with it? Poor kid is old enough to be all 'what does smiling have to do with hockey??'. We tried to spin it into great attitude or team spirit or some shit but way to throw us under the bus Coach.
And here is where I am truly growing as a person because I didn't stab them with a skate or threaten to skull fuck anyone or even punch anyone in the gnads. The urge to write A Strongly Worded Letter has been a beast to fight off, but fight it I will. My kid is not a unique or beautiful snowflake and the sooner we all learn to roll with life's disappointments the better.
Gawd. I'm not a nice person. :p
Easter without my father-in-law was really hard on Catherine, my MIL. More so than Christmas even. I guess it's been long enough that the shock has worn off and the reality is setting in. :( I feel guilty now for taking today off for Couchapalooza instead of going and hugging my mom. I'm so lucky to still have her here and it's really messing with my head in unpleasant ways that she's so close to 70 now. Getting to be this close to 70 is a gift, I know. I've watched friends lose their moms and it is a giant ball of ick in front of me that is maddeningly unavoidable. I need to leave the kids with Fratboy the next weekend he has off and take my mama shopping. And for high tea. And to the Olive Garden in Buffalo.
God there's just so much to cram into what little time we have you know?
Imma go upstairs and smooch the boys some more even though they'll just fart on me and tell me I'm SO WEIRD MOM.
My head. It's all over the place these days.
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Dammit why the shit won't the video imbed? Stupid technology. Well it was a lovely video about solar power in poor African villages but I'm too dumb to make it go for you right now. Grr.
Christ, I`m only 29, how much crotchetier will I get by the time I`m actually old?
My mind is clearly withering up. I sit here with this blank screen and I gots nothing mang. Is this the meds? Its nice to have quiet up in the old brain pan instead of all the constant chicken little sky is falling crap all the time but it's weird.
My hair is so pretty somedays.
I'm incredibly vapid.
I amuse myself though so that's something.
This is all kinds of awesome:
But it does make me question what the shit I'm doing with my life. Besides yoga. Have I mentioned how obnoxiously much I've been digging yoga lately? Finally some exercise that I actually enjoy the pain of. Oh ehm gee, I'm like a withered old crone trying to bend my body in ways its convinced it can but dammit I'm bending. I did have the most distressing POP of my right hip during some insane wide leg forward bend. Now my ass hurts. Well, one side of it. Old age can bite my ass, if it can ever reach it.
Poor Twisty G. Yesterday, being the last game, the coaches had awards for everyone. Most goals, best defence, most improved skater, yada, yada. Now I think I've mentioned that Twisty G is not exactly, well, gifted at the game yet so I didn't know what to expect in terms of awards but I can tell you is wasn't BIGGEST SMILE. Dudes, seriously? If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all. It would have been better if he didn't get any award all rather than goofy grinner. Why don't you just paint a giant L on his forehead and be done with it? Poor kid is old enough to be all 'what does smiling have to do with hockey??'. We tried to spin it into great attitude or team spirit or some shit but way to throw us under the bus Coach.
And here is where I am truly growing as a person because I didn't stab them with a skate or threaten to skull fuck anyone or even punch anyone in the gnads. The urge to write A Strongly Worded Letter has been a beast to fight off, but fight it I will. My kid is not a unique or beautiful snowflake and the sooner we all learn to roll with life's disappointments the better.
Gawd. I'm not a nice person. :p
Easter without my father-in-law was really hard on Catherine, my MIL. More so than Christmas even. I guess it's been long enough that the shock has worn off and the reality is setting in. :( I feel guilty now for taking today off for Couchapalooza instead of going and hugging my mom. I'm so lucky to still have her here and it's really messing with my head in unpleasant ways that she's so close to 70 now. Getting to be this close to 70 is a gift, I know. I've watched friends lose their moms and it is a giant ball of ick in front of me that is maddeningly unavoidable. I need to leave the kids with Fratboy the next weekend he has off and take my mama shopping. And for high tea. And to the Olive Garden in Buffalo.
God there's just so much to cram into what little time we have you know?
Imma go upstairs and smooch the boys some more even though they'll just fart on me and tell me I'm SO WEIRD MOM.
My head. It's all over the place these days.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dammit why the shit won't the video imbed? Stupid technology. Well it was a lovely video about solar power in poor African villages but I'm too dumb to make it go for you right now. Grr.