Sunday, April 27, 2008

The face of six

It's been a week full of songs, cake, presents, parties and birthday snuggles. I don't know where the last 6 (SIX!!!) years have gone but I know I love you more today than ever. You amaze me, my boy. You see more good in people than I ever have. You care more about people than I ever could. You cried at your birthday party yesterday because one of your friends got his feelings hurt by someone else and it just wasn't fair. You will grow up to be a wonderful, caring man who makes an impact. Of that I am completely sure. I love you. I am proud to be your momma.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Well? Have ya?

Your Slogan Should Be

Have You Ever had a Bad Time in Jessie?

Umm...Not sure where to go with this one...

It's definitely not helping my dirty mind, that's for sure.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Good times

I have never watched the Miss USA pagent before. Tonight, for some stupid reason, I am. I've decided to turn it into a drinking game. Whenever the contestants (or donny or marie) say something stupid, I'm going to drink. I give it 10 minutes until I'm knackered.

Oooh, and I had two spoonfuls of cheesecake filling for dinner. I am taking care of my body tonight! Word!

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Something to pass the time

I am completely addicted to Twitter. Seriously. Who knew that micro-blogging could be so fun? Of course, it's easy to be witty in 140 characters or less. Anybody else on there?

Besides that, my brain is taken up with the idea of a friend coming up to help me turn this into a porn blog. See what happens when you go without sunshine for long periods of time? You get consumed quite easily.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

At what point?

Well hello! Did you think I forgot about you? Silly little ol' blog. I could never forget about you. There just comes a point when everything that goes through my head is not suitable blog material, you know? Either it's too depressing (how many times can you write about one little boy being sick anyway?), too mundane (grocery shopping follies, anyone?), or too...umm...inappropriate (still refusing to turn this into a porn blog...). And just like that you see the 3 different sections of my brain! Isn't it scary?

So let's see. What does that leave? We went on vacation. I got sunburned. We had fun. Got to put my toes into sand and sit on the oceans edge. That was awesome. Completely cleared my head. Sometimes the mountains get in the way of my thoughts. It seems as though I can't get enough space with all the trees crowding in.

Little Boy is feeling better. We're still looking for a new doctor for him. That's been a challenge. What is it about having a medical license that makes them so much more intelligent, more successful, more sexy, more everything than just us average parents? I refuse to be talked down to about my child by someone who just met my child. And until I can find a balance, we remain doctorless.

Mancub is struggling in school. Really struggling. He's going to be 15 soon and just can't seem to get it together. He's really discovered girls and they have most definitely discovered him. And then the sun shone down and the angels sang and schoolwork ceased to matter. I walked out of my house on Sunday to see 3 teenage girls walking back and forth on the road in front. I'm not ready for that. The only thing that makes me feel better is that all of his friends think I'm hot so I get to be an embarrassment to him without even trying! I've been waiting for that since he was little!

Work is work. Nothing too much new...nothing too much old. Working with Joe is still fun. I thought that I would hate it but it's kinda nice having him in the office. He's a good sounding board for me. He just seems to be unable to leave work at the office and is driving me crazy talking about it all the time. I have a life too. I don't want to talk radio 24/7.

My girls are awesome. I'm so blessed to have such good friends in my life. No matter what I were to ever do, no matter how badly I were to screw up, I know that they would still love me. They might kick my ass first, but they would love me. And that's a great feeling.

I'll be back before another 6 weeks, I promise.