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Yeah. It’s Friday. You know what to do. Skip MY post and go check out the other ones linked to Mrs.4444. There are a whole shitload of much more entertaining writers than me!
***I don’t think the neighbor’s kids eat anything besides shit. Or maybe anything. When it comes dinner time at our house, the little girl actually comes to the door and knocks to ask if she can have some of whatever it is we are eating. At first I just felt bad, and now I feel bad but also annoyed. Last night I actually had to get up and close the curtains because there were four little kids standing on the porch staring in, and MY kids are no longer “allowed” to take a snack outside with them for fear of being wrestled to the ground for a bite of an apple.
***Steve has been sick ( I mean physically); he has had a terrible cold, and why oh why can’t men just suck it up? He is going out of town tonight to help his brother move, and I am all like “Thank you Jebus.” Because I am tired of the whining and the pissing and moaning, and also annoyed that I have all of these things I do when I have a cold (Vicks, Herbal tea, etc…) that WILL help, only he would just rather be miserable.
***I am putting Sam on an airplane to Seattle on Sunday; he is going to spend a week with my friend C. The thing is, he has been staying up until all hours imagining the worst scenarios ever, having never been on a plane on his own; I might have to give him a Xanax to get him ON the plane.
***I was really kind of bummed that I couldn’t go to BlogHer, right? But the more posts I read about it, the more glad I am that I didn’tgo. And I highly doubt that I will be so upset next year for not being able to go, either. It sounds just like high school-and not only am I not an A-List blogger, I am not even a B or C blogger. More like a T blogger.
***So far, in the last week I have discovered that if you have a kid in trouble, you better be wealthy. There are some really great programs available to families with money. The irony doesn’t escape me; statistically speaking, children from low-income families are in much more need of intervention in order to prevent the descent into delinquent behavior, yet there are no programs available UNTIL such delinquent behavior is documented-by repeated run-ins with law enforcement. Makes me really.fucking.sick. that in order to get REAL help for Hannah, I have to wait until she gets arrested for something. Isnt’ that just lovely?
***I was having a terrible dream last night about a policeman coming to the house late at night, looking for my ex-husband. And no matter how much I insisted that he didn’t live there, the cop was equally insistent that he was, that I was hiding him. So he came into my house, smoking a cigarette and carrying a gun, and Steve was there on the couch; cop still wouldn’t believe that HE wasn’t my ex-husband, so he pointed the gun at him. In my dream, I hit the cop, and he turned and knocked me down. I started to wake up then because I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck starting to raise even in my sleep, but it was one of those dreams where you just can’t get all the way awake. Just then, in my REAL life, all three of the dogs started barking like mad, those deep, loud scary barks, and I am not ashamed to say I peed just a little.
On that note, I will say sayonara for now; head on over the see Mrs.4444 for the REAL goods.