Here we are again
Making an effort. A paltry one, but I'm here. It's Saturday. I'm at work. I have a ton of stuff to do. I'm playing my Avengers game. I'm wearing sunglasses and it's dark outside. Hit it.
No, it's lunch time it's not dark, but I'm still putting off the work I need to get done. What better way of putting stuff off than sitting here talking about nothing in particular? Other than imagining Captain America working out in a gym that is. Gotta let him rest once in a while.
Anyway, what's going on? It's tax season and I need a vacation. School starts back up next week. Jake will be out of the house instead of watching animated Batman movies on Netflix and describing how bad ass they are to me when I'm trying to write so that's something to look forward to, right? I'd say he likes imagining Batman working out in the gym, but I think he pretends he IS Batman working out in the gym. Big difference.
Haven't heard from Mike in a while. I may text him later to make sure he's still alive. Somebody would of called surely. Still it's a mom thing.
Haven't been watching TV. I did find my new 3rd Favorite movie of all time. (Harold & Maude being first and Soapdish being second). I have a girl crush on Emma Stone in Easy A. I can relate on so many levels to this one even though I'm 75 years out of high school.
What else haven't I done lately? hmmm Had lunch. I've been eating homemade white chocolate covered pretzels so I've got a sugar headache. May have to eat some real food. No, I didn't make them myself. I'm not turning in my anti-Suzy Homemaker membership card. Can't make me.
I'm thinking at volunteering my time somewhere. Maybe '13 is the year I stop navel gazing and putting my fantasies on paper (or rather e-ink) and start helping others. Naaaah. You knew I was talking crazy when you started reading some of you as long ago as 2003. Don't act so surprised. May do it anyway just out of spite. We'll see.
This July will be this journal's tenth year. I may have to do a decade in review. Probably can do it here in a few words though - hormones, ex is a ginormous asshat, kids are frustratingly adorable, kids are frustratingly close to me letting Zoe kill them in their sleep as she's always wanted to do, cute kitty pictures, cute doggy pictures, smokin' guy pictures, lots of naughty, lots of nice, eating "fuckin' pie", the weather and lack thereof, good health, bad health, the C word, the H word, the L word, lots of laughing, lots of crying, friends, and the sexual harassment of public servants and pool boys (a.k.a. fun). If it wouldn't take me ten years to read through this monster, I'd link to a few favorite posts. That's July though. We'll see how it works out.
Okay, work time. Or maybe lunch. Yeah, lunch. Later kids. ((HUGS))
No, it's lunch time it's not dark, but I'm still putting off the work I need to get done. What better way of putting stuff off than sitting here talking about nothing in particular? Other than imagining Captain America working out in a gym that is. Gotta let him rest once in a while.
Anyway, what's going on? It's tax season and I need a vacation. School starts back up next week. Jake will be out of the house instead of watching animated Batman movies on Netflix and describing how bad ass they are to me when I'm trying to write so that's something to look forward to, right? I'd say he likes imagining Batman working out in the gym, but I think he pretends he IS Batman working out in the gym. Big difference.
Haven't heard from Mike in a while. I may text him later to make sure he's still alive. Somebody would of called surely. Still it's a mom thing.
Haven't been watching TV. I did find my new 3rd Favorite movie of all time. (Harold & Maude being first and Soapdish being second). I have a girl crush on Emma Stone in Easy A. I can relate on so many levels to this one even though I'm 75 years out of high school.
What else haven't I done lately? hmmm Had lunch. I've been eating homemade white chocolate covered pretzels so I've got a sugar headache. May have to eat some real food. No, I didn't make them myself. I'm not turning in my anti-Suzy Homemaker membership card. Can't make me.
I'm thinking at volunteering my time somewhere. Maybe '13 is the year I stop navel gazing and putting my fantasies on paper (or rather e-ink) and start helping others. Naaaah. You knew I was talking crazy when you started reading some of you as long ago as 2003. Don't act so surprised. May do it anyway just out of spite. We'll see.
This July will be this journal's tenth year. I may have to do a decade in review. Probably can do it here in a few words though - hormones, ex is a ginormous asshat, kids are frustratingly adorable, kids are frustratingly close to me letting Zoe kill them in their sleep as she's always wanted to do, cute kitty pictures, cute doggy pictures, smokin' guy pictures, lots of naughty, lots of nice, eating "fuckin' pie", the weather and lack thereof, good health, bad health, the C word, the H word, the L word, lots of laughing, lots of crying, friends, and the sexual harassment of public servants and pool boys (a.k.a. fun). If it wouldn't take me ten years to read through this monster, I'd link to a few favorite posts. That's July though. We'll see how it works out.
Okay, work time. Or maybe lunch. Yeah, lunch. Later kids. ((HUGS))