Out On A Limb...

Dear baby daddy, Why is it that all of a sudden when the time comes to pony up the money that you should have been paying me all along you casually decide to become super dad and try to pull custody crap out of your arse? Do you honestly think that ANY judge out there would grant you custody of a child that you barely saw for the first 6 years of his life. And shall I also mention that your income tax return has been forfeited every year because of all of the arrears you have owed me? Or...how about the constant risks that he has endured with you or your feeble minded parents? Such as...when he took his grandfathers 800 milligram ibuprofen that was just sitting out on the table at his house...and we had to rush him to the ER to have chalky black stuff come out of his tail end for 3 days? Or how about the time that the same grandfather leaves a razor-sharp curry comb (a tool used to trim horse hair) out on the living room floor for my 5 year old to play with and end up with 15 stitches ...

The spark... At first...it feels as if there is a happiness indescribable, and then there is more happiness, but in a more tame, and realistic way. And then...you sleep together...and what happens then? How is it that women are SO attached to the sexual aspect of a relationship in the physical way? It's as if there is this bubble between a man and a woman that has the ability to keep a woman's mind fresh and thinking clearly until sex happens...then the bubble is burst, and there is NO holding her back? And then the "me" becomes a "we" Every sentence muttered from that moment on becomes an eye-rolling cliche of "WE have to go to the store, or WE will have to check our schedules, or WE had to punish the youngest last night for hitting his sister, or WE ate at the newest restaurant in town last week." UGH! It's infuriating. Speaking for myself...even I don't do that. I can very easily think like a man. I can very easily have ...

So...here we are Friday. Thank God-so goes the cliche. Weekend plans? Cleaning and mowing the lawn is high on the proirity list. Paying bills...ugh, yeah...that's there too. Laundry is ALWAYS there. More back to school shopping for Bubba. And as for "me" time... I am going to see The Dave Matthews Tribute Band at the riverfront this evening with a work buddy, and tommorrow I have Riverfest business to attend to. Sunday, hopefully in between chores...some much needed rest. Bubba started JFL this week...his first year on the tackle side, and I am SO proud. He absolutely loves it and is really VERY good at it. He was chosen for the offensive line as the center, and he just digs his coaches and the whole "team" environment. This is a way that he is unlike myself. I never liked taken orders, and always, from being old enough to talk back...had a massive problem with authority. I believe that I was born to be my own boss. When I can start pulling in enough coin from G...

....You thought it was safe. ;o) Yes, my friends...as some will be disapointed and some will be happy...for better or for worse...I have returned. I began another blog, but decided that in the interest of time and for the sheer fact that I am a lazy lazy girl...I will not be going to all the hassle of exporting all of my old posts there. I also have decided that I will not be letting a few petty people out there...and drama stop me from doing this...which I love. Truth be told I miss my friends here...my TRUE friends. So...as I said before...here I am. YAY!!!! BOOOOOO!!!! Whichever side of the coin you fall on there, I could give two shits. I am here because I miss my blog...plain and simple...read or don't, comment or don't. Yep...don't really care either way. So...HI! How is everyone??? LOL. And even cooler...those of you who are thinking to themselves right at this moment that I am quite possibly manic, or even Bi-polar-I don't care about THAT either. TA DAAAAAA!!!!...