Love Is A Battlefield

::: please please please let this short time apart be better than the last :::

Happy Mother's Day

woke up early (for a sunday). saw my mom. took her to buy her present (roller skates... yes, skates... not blades). ate breakfast/lunch with the boy & the man. kicked them out.

now sitting at the computer in my undies, drinking pepsi & smoking a cigarette. about to go lay around, in my undies, watching mind-numbing tv & gorging on white castle cheeseburgers and bon-bons.

¡que delicioso!

Blinded Me With Science

Sometimes I get blinded by my irrational & incomprehensible rage.

I get blinded to the fact that I love my son & husband in ways that are beyond description with mere words. I get blinded to how much they continue to amaze me on a daily basis. I get blinded to their ability to march forward without compromise.

I wish I were of the same breed of happy elf they come from.

Tick Tock... Ya Don't Stop...

...still...waiting...

I Ain't Sayin She A golddigger

..but if she is, she's obviously smarter than me.

For the first time in I don't even know how long (but it was before my kid was born, which was over 7.5 years ago), my primary bank account is overdrawn. Say the fuck what??? How can this be??? Even when I was jobless & down to my last 30-something pennies in the BANK, the account was never overdrawn.

Oh wait... I know... I have a husband with a dream that does not put food on the table, so I have to do it... that's right. Oh did I mention the part about the table being new because said husband fucked up and broke the last dining room set? Yeah... good thing I had to pay for that too, even though I was perfectly satisfied with the set I had before (which survived for almost 10 years without being destroyed). Oh and nevermind the tools to sand and restain the new dining room set, because the color was hideous. Yep - debit it baby! At least husband did that hard labor... after I stayed ON HIS ASS to make sure it was done... which only took about a week & 1/2.

And silly me for thinking that when my husband says he will put money in the account on a Monday that it will happen. Instead I get an email alert on a Tuesday that says "Bitch... you broke!"

Fuck shit. It's time to keep a tally.

Don't ever date marry a starving artist. Let him write all the songs about your pussy he wants, but unless you're getting $omething $olid out of it as well... do not waste your time, aggravation & financial status on, around or about it. This is wise advice I'm giving you... ya hear... FOR FREE!

:::grumble grumble i liked this so much better grumble
grumble when we was just fuckin grumble grumble:::