I know you all saw the woman with three kids next to a sample station at CostCo today. You know, the one with the pink shirt and bright red bra that her daughters were determined to share with the world by pulling down the shirt as far as it could go, and then not letting it go? Yes, that was me.  

Well, that was an odd weekend. I sent my eldest to his bio-dad’s for a month, and spent yesterday with a heating pad strapped to my back due to some muscle that spazzed out. I managed to plug through some very tedious work, get a jump on a new project and spend quality time with Dora my kids. Today is beautiful though, and since I can move again, I believe we’re going back to the pool. I may even remember to bring a book this time, which ensure that I’ll have to be in the “big... 

Busy. Tiring. Confusing. Aggrivating. Friday night martini-worthy. Summer may very well kill me. Back to the pool we go…  

This passed by my blip, and its an awesome song by the most awesome Cyndi Lauper with Shaggy. I used to sing this song, a lot, actually. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGiG_Rt4-3s We have no past we wont reach back Keep with me forward all through the night And once we start the meter clicks And it goes running all through the night Until it ends there is no end… And, another of those songs that won’t stop playing, no matter where I am httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJG_0jNNeQk Tell... 

but there are some pretty strange keyword requests for my blog. That means there are at least a dozen (on a good day) really strange people reading these very words at the same time you are. I just thought you should know. Greasy green condom piss. Y’all are some sick fuckers.