Before I crash for the night and do those things that only I can do when alone (heh), I had a thought today. Well, at least one, but probably a few. Emo Boy may only be supporting LGBT rights so vehemently because he suspects I’m gay. He also said one of the bittersweetest things to me tonight that pretty much ripped my heart out… that he has only ever had one person (“well, two, mom…”) stand up for him and he would be sad if Freedom left (cry!). I’ll just leave...
Three-day weekends mess with my head. Most people look forward to them, but the fact is that no matter what is going on in the “real world” out there, I have to work or I don’t get paid, and that kind of pisses me off. Government and school holidays be damned, I want a Melia Day where I don’t tire my fingers out and still get a nice little gift or two. Melia, stop complaining because this is the job you wanted and you know you like the fact that you can be home when your kids...
Birthday Hell Week has come to an end. Three birthdays in six days requiring cakes (not that I did those, but its still pressure, yo), presents, and the rest of the festivities (oh, wait, I don’t do those stupid huge parties anymore)… but, its over, and I can rest. Ha. Dozer's Butt Cake! Enigma is 10 now, and I had the great honor of telling him that the uncle he was named after was at my 10th birthday and dubbed me with the “double digits” club membership. Enigma smiled...
Women. Suck. While I realize that as the #1742 feminist on the Internets, that’s a hard statement to take (or, maybe its just hard for me to take, but whatever) coming from the Great Melia, but honestly… my heart is breaking vicariously for another person because of the actions of his spouse. When you are in a couple-type relationship, no matter what genders (or lack thereof) may apply, the absolute WORST THING you can do to the other person is to lead them on. I don’t mean trying...
Have you ever had one of those angel/devil-on-your-shoulder moments? You know, where you want to be good, but its so tempting to be bad? Yeah, me either. www.nataliedee.com Did I mention that Freedom and I are quitting smoking? Did I mention I’d started again? Hell, I don’t know, but I had begun to sneak them after a particularly shitty incident back in spring. Once Freedom joined the household, it was over, I was smoking… and I was smoking in front of my kids, which is something...
