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I'm very tired of winter. I guess that is the reason I've finally broke my 4 month silence and have posted. Boredom will do that to you.
Thinking about changing my user name, not all that with the Potter crowd as much, but how do you say goodbye to almost 7 years of your life?
This will mostly be mindstreeming rambling so skip or bear with me:
Blizzard outside with 50mph winds and 20 below temps. Most of the major highways are closed as well as the Mac Bridge. Kids are driving me nuts. Between holidays, teacher in services and snow days, they have not had a full week of school since BEFORE Christmas. Also tired of being Mom's Taxi service and that includes son driving (me as a passenger) to his driving classes four days a week for the past month. This equals up to two trips to town or more a day. Gas is not cheep, people, and when you live 20 minutes away from the hub of everything your gas goes fast.
Son and hubbie are like two caged bull T-rexs (both being over 6'4"). So very tired of playing mediator. I'm ready to just step aside and let them tear out each others throats. So what if they don't speak to each other for years, I'd welcome the peace.
Hubbie is cranky. He needs surgery on his shoulder and we don't have the income for him to take the pay cut he'd take on disability until I'm back to work in the spring. Bone spurs and all that good stuff. Boo hoo, my shoulder is screwed up too, but I can't have surgery because I don't do well under anesthesia and I can't take pain meds. So grin and bear it buddy! It's only three more months. My rotery cuffs been torn for years. Basically I've gone from being right handed to left.
Is it women's lot in life to just deal with such things as pain and frustration? Why do women put themselves last so very often. Why do my undies have the holes in them so that my daughter has new bras and my son has jeans that are a fashionable length. Not floods in other words. I've taken to ordering clothing on line for him. At 15 he is now 6'5" and close to 280lbs. The football coach loves him, but feeding and clothing him are hell. Truly don't remember the last time I bought jeans for myself. Hubbie and son have more jeans then I can count, I've got 3 pair.
Boy am I depressing. I wouldn't want to read this drivel so I'll switch topics and mention what I hope to be interesting writing. Still playing with submitting my own novel for publishing. I've got location and plot lines and time frames and character names and bits and pieces typed up, I just have to take the final plunge and commit. Title? Twentieth Soul.
I miss everyone. I miss the daily interaction with a larger world then what I have here. I miss connielane insight into all things movie. wahlee_98 insight into all things literature. angua insight into all things insightful. hawaii5063 insight into all things Snape.
Thinking about changing my user name, not all that with the Potter crowd as much, but how do you say goodbye to almost 7 years of your life?
This will mostly be mindstreeming rambling so skip or bear with me:
Blizzard outside with 50mph winds and 20 below temps. Most of the major highways are closed as well as the Mac Bridge. Kids are driving me nuts. Between holidays, teacher in services and snow days, they have not had a full week of school since BEFORE Christmas. Also tired of being Mom's Taxi service and that includes son driving (me as a passenger) to his driving classes four days a week for the past month. This equals up to two trips to town or more a day. Gas is not cheep, people, and when you live 20 minutes away from the hub of everything your gas goes fast.
Son and hubbie are like two caged bull T-rexs (both being over 6'4"). So very tired of playing mediator. I'm ready to just step aside and let them tear out each others throats. So what if they don't speak to each other for years, I'd welcome the peace.
Hubbie is cranky. He needs surgery on his shoulder and we don't have the income for him to take the pay cut he'd take on disability until I'm back to work in the spring. Bone spurs and all that good stuff. Boo hoo, my shoulder is screwed up too, but I can't have surgery because I don't do well under anesthesia and I can't take pain meds. So grin and bear it buddy! It's only three more months. My rotery cuffs been torn for years. Basically I've gone from being right handed to left.
Is it women's lot in life to just deal with such things as pain and frustration? Why do women put themselves last so very often. Why do my undies have the holes in them so that my daughter has new bras and my son has jeans that are a fashionable length. Not floods in other words. I've taken to ordering clothing on line for him. At 15 he is now 6'5" and close to 280lbs. The football coach loves him, but feeding and clothing him are hell. Truly don't remember the last time I bought jeans for myself. Hubbie and son have more jeans then I can count, I've got 3 pair.
Boy am I depressing. I wouldn't want to read this drivel so I'll switch topics and mention what I hope to be interesting writing. Still playing with submitting my own novel for publishing. I've got location and plot lines and time frames and character names and bits and pieces typed up, I just have to take the final plunge and commit. Title? Twentieth Soul.
I miss everyone. I miss the daily interaction with a larger world then what I have here. I miss connielane insight into all things movie. wahlee_98 insight into all things literature. angua insight into all things insightful. hawaii5063 insight into all things Snape.