I am tired and worn down. I am beaten on the inside out. My own thoughts and anxiety have turned my brain into a battlefield of guilt and rage and fear. I am tired of not believing everything really will be ok. I am tired of the foofy shit. I am tired of the judgment, of the politics, of the legalism. I am sick of all of it. But most of all, I am sick of my own lack of belief.
Belief in anything. Belief in life.
I’ve been struggling all day with my own worry over LB. I’ve been struggling with my hypocrisy as a Mom. My love for my child and the goals of the career woman inside me. I realized how I react to a situation first and think later. It hit me, today, as I called fourteen places for Lauren to go to that I had no clue what I was doing. I realized... Read more
I went to Safeway tonight for a quick run. You know, the lime chips, lime (for the corona) and wheat-thins that I didn’t get earlier. Read: Earlier I was feeling much stronger about the diet. The last minute run was all bad carbs and splurge. Anyway, I’m standing in line behind a guy getting chips, a bagel, and two yogurts and in front of a gal getting a small thing of cheese, a little spegheti sauce and green pepers. I lean to her and say, “This is the ‘Oh crap, I forgot something’ line.” She said nothing. She turned her back to me and ignored me.
I’m funny, damnit.Read more
I’m not sure why we are so touchy about discussing our bills and finances. I was talking with Rbelle and Traci about this last week. It’s nice when you can be open and honest about your financial situation. I’m sure in the big scheme of things, we are about as typical as you can get. We spend a little too much on stupid things like Internet, Web hosting, Cell phones, and Satellite TV. Yesterday I spoke with the bank about getting a home loan. We were pre-approved for 230K. Y’all, we can not afford 230K payments on a 30 year fixed mortgage. I don’t mind telling you that.
The truth is that if we could be honest about our financial places, I think we could all benefit from... Read more
Pics are up from our trip. I also talked about our bloggy meeting with Kelli Belly over here. But for now, enjoy the three dollar prints. Because gas, coffee, and a gallon of milk are about three bucks so I figure that’s the going rate for anything useful now adays.
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I was recently in a neighboring state where I had to fuel up my vehicle. To my shock and amazement, and I’m sure to yours as well, I was able to successfully fuel up my tank without causing any major injuries, explosions, damages, or kill any brain cells, although the latter can be debated. Please take note: FORTY-NINE other states let you fuel your own car.
I’m just sayin’.
From one who did not, nor will ever, vote for you,
We made it. The ride was heaven. LB slept most of the way home and woke up happy. She is not laughing with her toys, thrilled to be home, and pretty much a peach all around. I’ve learned a few things from this trip, though. 1) My child is wild. She gets this from her mommy. I think I love her more for it. and 2) the price of gas is insane, but I’ll keep my trap shut as long as there are people without houses in the south because really, if I can afford a 3 dollar cup of coffee, I can shut up about gas. (Although, I’m seriously reconsidering my coffee habit now.)
Thanks for y’all thoughts and prayers. My kid is a true champ. I had a wonderful time. WONDERFUL. My soul is full up with love and joy and freedom that only best friends, the open road, and... Read more