Dear faithful reader...

You know what? I had this giant post all lined out in an attempt to set the record straight.

It's not worth it.

You people exhaust me.

I have the people I love with me. Maybe that's why it bothers me a lot less than it seems to bother most of you.

I don't need to know both sides of the story, because I AM the story. One fourth of it, at least. The "hey what happened?" street runs both ways, because I can tell you that nobody, and I mean NOBODY who isn't with us asked either me or Molly what our side of the story was.

Shortest damn high horse I've ever seen.

Call me what you want. I know, at the end of the day, that I'm the kind of person who will order a glass mixing bowl for a girl she's not so sure even likes her just because she knows how much that girl loves to cook and bake.

I'm the kind of person who will drive five hours on her own birthday weekend to deliver baby love to a girl she's never met but who needs some sunshine.

I'm the kind of person who will haul her kids ten hours because her friend is going through a horrible time in her personal life and a weekend away might do her some good.

The fact that I was the kind of person who would pick on a young, brand new mother for being young and, well, brand new, that disgusts me.

The fact that I let this whole thing bother me so much even still, well, that disgusts me.

The fact is, at the end of the day, I'm a pretty decent person. And the fact that you're trying so hard to convince me and my friends that the opposite is true, well...find a freaking hobby already. You aren't sixteen anymore.

With that, this blog is done. If you're one of my dozen or more, you'll know where to find me. If you're not, if you do manage to find me again, it's pretty pathetic of you to look so hard for someone you think so little of. Move on, already.

I am.

Peace out.

Just out of curiosity...

I was perusing the local free paper this evening...the one that comes every Friday with junk ads and a write-up about the new local flower shop or whatever...surely someone gets these besides us lucky podunk residents, right?

Anyhow, there was an ad for a local baby beauty pageant. The contestants will be newborn to twelve years old. The attire will be fall attire. The makeup will be age appropriate.

What exactly is "age appropriate" makeup for girls under the age of twelve? Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I'm gonna go with NONE, aside from maybe some Lipsmackers.

I don't get it.

Note to self...

Never order pork at the newest restaurant in town.
"With a side of parasites" is nearly always implied.

Blargh.

Dear election-type peoples...

You are not "mavericks."

You're just NOT.

And even if you were, the only "maverick" I would even consider voting for is the Tom Cruise variety.

Pick a new slogan.

That is all.

It's opposite day...

My husband made dinner. That's not why it's opposite day.

He made chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. A meal usually reserved for those nights he's out and it's just me and the Boy and LB because he doesn't worship the Blue Box, nor does he appreciate a fabulous nugget.

And the Boy, for the first time EVER went to play with a neighbor kid after school.

I'm bamboozled. I'm befuzzled. I'm so confused.

I'm not complaining, though.

I know you are but what am I?

I am so sick of being accused of being something that I am not. Particuarly when that something is bad and nasty and goes against every single principle I try to uphold for myself.

I treat others as I want to be treated. Sometimes I fail, but not regularly. And I own up when I need to.

But I'm not owning up to some completely unfounded notion of what one person believes me to be. I'm just not. Because it's absolutely 100% false. And I'm at the end of my "Pretend all is well" rope.

Stupid crappy days.

If there was an award...

For lamest blogger ever, I'd totally win.

Almost two months since my last post. Oops.

Life has been busy, but blah. School has started, and the boy is rocking third grade. LB is getting to be more and more of a handful. A delightful handful, but a handful just the same. I'm working myself to an early grave, and besides my family, the only people I have time for are my girls. There's always time for my girls.

I know a few people who have been affected recently by Hurrcane Ike, both in "real" life and here in the cyber world...my thoughts and prayers are with everyone dealing with the aftermath.

I can't wait for the election to be over.

And really, that's about all I've got.

Blah, I told you.

Anyhow, I'm going to try to find something to say on a regular basis, try to work my way up out of this funk I'm in. I seem to have only one loyal reader (or check-in-to-see-if-she's-posted-lately-er, as it is) these days. I'll dig deep and try to find some wit for the rest of you.