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yes, i'm up again at an ungodly hour because my brain refuses to kick that little hamster off the wheel. i can sleep in tomorrow if i want to, so at least there's that.
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in relation to my last post...not to be petty or nit-picky, but the son of the FEMA mother with the high insurance check aspirations is eighteen and hangs out here all the time. he's a great looking kid; his skin is flawless and he has big brown eyes that probably melts many a young lass. he dresses in pants that would fit an elephant and ride somehwere in the vicinity of his knees - i hope he never has to run fast from someone because he can't even walk right in them.
anyway, we struck up a conversation not too long ago about his slippers...he was wearing marvin the martian slippers, you know, the real oversized ones? i liked them, and i told him one time i had felix the cat slippers like that, but i tripped over the big heads they had and fell down the stairs, so i don't buy that kind anymore. he laughed like hell. ( so nice to know i can be a source of amusement for the younger generation. )
the thing that breaks my heart is, he'll be at the computer here or asking for towels so he can go in the pool, or something like that and the way he looks...like he's going to be yelled at, or questioned or blamed for something. like he has no right to ask for or use anything for himself. no kid should ever have that look on his face.
another thing i noticed were the diamond playboy bunny earrings in his ears, the name brand shoes, jeans and shirt he's wearing. he told me the man staying with them is not his dad, he's his mom's boyfriend...but she calls him her husband.
why does this worry me? why do i even give a shit? why am i using valuable brain cells pondering this?
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the girlchild and i were talking about plans. you know, making them. i have never made a plan that worked out the way i planned it. never in life. not even a grocery list. is it like that for everyone, or is it just me?
all my life it's been a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-not-so-small-panties.
oh, i've had plans. i've had all kinds of plans. just never had any of them follow my blueprint and work out the way i expected, or the way i planned. you can't force it - it doesn't work that way. ( i tried it. disaster. )
so, what's the verdict? do you make plans? do they work out? do you write them down or are they in your head? do you reach a certain age where plans are really violating the statute of limitations?
hellfire people, if i ain't sleeping, then you should be up too.
heh.
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i get a horoscope in my emailbox every day, and i also recieve a weekly forcast. it's been an experiment of sorts; i wanted to see how close the stars correlated to my life.
i have since unsubscibed...i think they have my life confused with someone else's. as a matter of fact, i'm certain of it. also, raylene the stupendous psychic wants to help me get the most out of this cycle of my life - apparently i'm coming up upon some of the luckiest and disastrous times, but with her help i can get through it. ( you remember raylene, don't you mom? i can give her your email if you want...i'm sure she misses you *snicker*. )
anyway, i digress. although reading horoscopes and the description of zodiac signs is fun, i think, for the most part, it's a buncha smelly monkey poo.
i could be wrong, it's possible, i've been wrong many times before. at any rate, i don't want to read any more negative things that are supposed to happen in my day, and i don't want to read about the positve things either. i'd rather just wait and fly by the seat of my not-so-small panties. they catch the wind quite well and propel me along at a fairly good clip.
as far as raylene goes...well, i'm sure she means well, although i'm not sure how much of my best interests she has at heart for only $29.95 ( plus tax). i think my best interests are a lot more expensive than that.
g'night, peeps.
:)
****
in relation to my last post...not to be petty or nit-picky, but the son of the FEMA mother with the high insurance check aspirations is eighteen and hangs out here all the time. he's a great looking kid; his skin is flawless and he has big brown eyes that probably melts many a young lass. he dresses in pants that would fit an elephant and ride somehwere in the vicinity of his knees - i hope he never has to run fast from someone because he can't even walk right in them.
anyway, we struck up a conversation not too long ago about his slippers...he was wearing marvin the martian slippers, you know, the real oversized ones? i liked them, and i told him one time i had felix the cat slippers like that, but i tripped over the big heads they had and fell down the stairs, so i don't buy that kind anymore. he laughed like hell. ( so nice to know i can be a source of amusement for the younger generation. )
the thing that breaks my heart is, he'll be at the computer here or asking for towels so he can go in the pool, or something like that and the way he looks...like he's going to be yelled at, or questioned or blamed for something. like he has no right to ask for or use anything for himself. no kid should ever have that look on his face.
another thing i noticed were the diamond playboy bunny earrings in his ears, the name brand shoes, jeans and shirt he's wearing. he told me the man staying with them is not his dad, he's his mom's boyfriend...but she calls him her husband.
why does this worry me? why do i even give a shit? why am i using valuable brain cells pondering this?
****
the girlchild and i were talking about plans. you know, making them. i have never made a plan that worked out the way i planned it. never in life. not even a grocery list. is it like that for everyone, or is it just me?
all my life it's been a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-not-so-small-panties.
oh, i've had plans. i've had all kinds of plans. just never had any of them follow my blueprint and work out the way i expected, or the way i planned. you can't force it - it doesn't work that way. ( i tried it. disaster. )
so, what's the verdict? do you make plans? do they work out? do you write them down or are they in your head? do you reach a certain age where plans are really violating the statute of limitations?
hellfire people, if i ain't sleeping, then you should be up too.
heh.
****
i get a horoscope in my emailbox every day, and i also recieve a weekly forcast. it's been an experiment of sorts; i wanted to see how close the stars correlated to my life.
i have since unsubscibed...i think they have my life confused with someone else's. as a matter of fact, i'm certain of it. also, raylene the stupendous psychic wants to help me get the most out of this cycle of my life - apparently i'm coming up upon some of the luckiest and disastrous times, but with her help i can get through it. ( you remember raylene, don't you mom? i can give her your email if you want...i'm sure she misses you *snicker*. )
anyway, i digress. although reading horoscopes and the description of zodiac signs is fun, i think, for the most part, it's a buncha smelly monkey poo.
i could be wrong, it's possible, i've been wrong many times before. at any rate, i don't want to read any more negative things that are supposed to happen in my day, and i don't want to read about the positve things either. i'd rather just wait and fly by the seat of my not-so-small panties. they catch the wind quite well and propel me along at a fairly good clip.
as far as raylene goes...well, i'm sure she means well, although i'm not sure how much of my best interests she has at heart for only $29.95 ( plus tax). i think my best interests are a lot more expensive than that.
g'night, peeps.
:)
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