All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
ad nauseam
Right. So. Jimmy Hoffa was not Deep Throat. That ends the many whiskey-fuelled debates I've had with certain conspiracy-theorists. I'm not going to gloat though because I was wrong as well.
I still have a decent chance on the whole Kennedy assassination thing, though. I'm not spilling it all, but here's a clue: Roswell, New Mexico. Yeah, fuck you - you don't know that it's NOT true.
Weather update: it's too fucking hot. gah.
It's June. Holy shit. How did that happen?? For all that I haven't accomplished it should only be.. I dunno.. March or something. June, though. Sheesh.
Inhale:
Kids will be out of school at the end of this month; mother-in-law will be up next week to spend most of the summer with us; still waiting on quotes and info about our Jeep that sis-in-law totalled the front end (which is a whole blog entry in and of itself, I just haven't been able to type it out without ending up ranting in nothing but cuss words); have received no word about my fav Aunt's recent back surgery; eyebrow is healing fine, thanks for asking; turns out I've been drinking instant coffee for three days due to my own stupidity - when I was cleaning the coffee maker, I unknowingly pressed the brew select button and couldn't then figure out why it was taking over a half hour to brew a freaking pot of coffee (and I was more upset about this than I'll admit here.. I ADORE my damn coffee maker); still discussing home reno with contractors whom are all programmed to be aloof, preoccupied and unable to return phone calls; I have a secret about my best friend's father that I've sworn not to tell and it is physically fucking me up inside not to; I've had 2 conversations in the past week that have left me speechless and in awe and neither had anything to do with the other but either could change my life as I know it; I am still bookless and very fidgety about it.
Exhale.
I need to quit smoking. Again. Eventually.
My daughter recently had a floor hockey tournament. Jesus. And I thought the girls were rough in basketball? Holy shit. You arm these hormonal prepubescent demons with sticks and stand the hell back - vicious! Seriously. A fight just about broke out between two teams that were not even playing against each other. At first I was subtley impressed at such fierce team spirit but apparently it was over someone's choice in t-shirts.. or hairstyle.. or something. Anyway, there was much hissing and spitting and showing of claws and some very clever and creative use of swear words. heh.
I suppose I should have pretended to be as shocked as some of the other moms but I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face. All I kept thinking was how far the feminist movement has come and how feminists will be their own damn downfall.
Besides, my daughter summed it all up for me when she shook her head in dismay and said to me "And you wonder why I'm a tomboy?"
My kids rock.
I still have a decent chance on the whole Kennedy assassination thing, though. I'm not spilling it all, but here's a clue: Roswell, New Mexico. Yeah, fuck you - you don't know that it's NOT true.
Weather update: it's too fucking hot. gah.
It's June. Holy shit. How did that happen?? For all that I haven't accomplished it should only be.. I dunno.. March or something. June, though. Sheesh.
Inhale:
Kids will be out of school at the end of this month; mother-in-law will be up next week to spend most of the summer with us; still waiting on quotes and info about our Jeep that sis-in-law totalled the front end (which is a whole blog entry in and of itself, I just haven't been able to type it out without ending up ranting in nothing but cuss words); have received no word about my fav Aunt's recent back surgery; eyebrow is healing fine, thanks for asking; turns out I've been drinking instant coffee for three days due to my own stupidity - when I was cleaning the coffee maker, I unknowingly pressed the brew select button and couldn't then figure out why it was taking over a half hour to brew a freaking pot of coffee (and I was more upset about this than I'll admit here.. I ADORE my damn coffee maker); still discussing home reno with contractors whom are all programmed to be aloof, preoccupied and unable to return phone calls; I have a secret about my best friend's father that I've sworn not to tell and it is physically fucking me up inside not to; I've had 2 conversations in the past week that have left me speechless and in awe and neither had anything to do with the other but either could change my life as I know it; I am still bookless and very fidgety about it.
Exhale.
I need to quit smoking. Again. Eventually.
My daughter recently had a floor hockey tournament. Jesus. And I thought the girls were rough in basketball? Holy shit. You arm these hormonal prepubescent demons with sticks and stand the hell back - vicious! Seriously. A fight just about broke out between two teams that were not even playing against each other. At first I was subtley impressed at such fierce team spirit but apparently it was over someone's choice in t-shirts.. or hairstyle.. or something. Anyway, there was much hissing and spitting and showing of claws and some very clever and creative use of swear words. heh.
I suppose I should have pretended to be as shocked as some of the other moms but I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face. All I kept thinking was how far the feminist movement has come and how feminists will be their own damn downfall.
Besides, my daughter summed it all up for me when she shook her head in dismay and said to me "And you wonder why I'm a tomboy?"
My kids rock.
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