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Kinda Sorta Back

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I say sorta kinda ’cause I’m in a bit of a fog. A sort of brainstorm wash of what’s doing…

Parents are involved in a lawsuit. For obvious reasons, I can’t go into it. My personal take? Someone (not related to me) did not plan properly for retirement.

Involved in that lawsuit on a personal note – I am now in charge of finding things on the internet. Because Dad’s computer is not good enough apparently. And you know, ’cause I’m a lawyer.

uh huh.

Would LOOOOVE to see some of the bucks owed me.

If Poe doesn’t start taking care of his teeth, I may pull them out myself with pliers. Trust me – it’d be a lot less expensive.

“Joseph is having trouble with the transition.” That’s my politically correct assertion that if he doesn’t shape the hell up, I’ll kick his ass.

Logan is his normal left field funny self. Since we now have a fridge with an ice/water dispenser, he insists on “crusty” (crushed) ice in his water. I think my children think I have a hearing problem, since when they talk I say, “Eh?”

There are some anniversaries going around. I don’t want to talk about it, but it’s hovering behind me in a helicopter brain buzz.

Work is simply in the way of my life at the moment.

The children have dentists, pediatricians, and cardiologists to go to before school starts.

And you know, I moved. Which is taking much longer to complete then it should have. Because the 4 months notice my father had to pack wasn’t enough. And the week I took off work, meaning REALLYTHISWEEKDUDE, didn’t motivate him.

I apparently no longer own nail clippers. And only have one pair of shoes. And only can find clothes for 4 days. You know work is 5 days a week. It’s getting interesting.

Oh, and the children are NOT fans of the new ability to say, “Go to your room!”

But the parents are so all over that.

Taking a break

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I’m taking a short blogging break…

My boss is on vacation – meaning I’m covering for her.

We’re moving next week. Did you hear me? NEXTWEEKOMG

And in between the two we have to take a really inconvenient overnight to Big Bear – family obligation.

Not to mention the moving, and the lack of computer, and lack of phone line etc.

I’ll seeya on the flip side.

Fessing Up

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Out here in blogland, we present what we wish to present. It’s our choice, whatever kind of blog it is, be it personal or professional.

With that, one can tend to NOT present everything. Perhaps it’s a secret. Perhaps there’s something you don’t want readers to know. Perhaps it’s a privacy issue, or you don’t want to hurt someone who reads. But the bottom line is, we are represented by what it is we actually write out.

Some of us don’t include the flaws. So. Here are my flaws for all the world to see. Not ALL of them, mind (hey, I’m not stupid), but a few.

I smoke. It’s terrible, I know. It’s bad for my health. It’s stinky and dirty. I know that and still I smoke. I was a meth head in the past, and smoking helped me get past it. But it’s harder to quit than meth. I’ve tried quitting at least 8 times. I’ve tried Wellbutrin, the patch, the gum, cold turkey, and hypnosis. And I’m going to try to quit again – I just haven’t figured out the new plan yet. I’ve smoked for 11 years now. So don’t bother with any judgmental comments, as it won’t help, and will only serve to make you look like the jackass since I just said don’t bother. I hate being judged by nonsmokers (and former now-nonsmokers). If you’ve never smoked, you don’t know how hard it is. And if you HAVE smoked, don’t pull the “If I can anyone can” trick with me. I put myself on a fucking antidepressant with side effects to try, so please don’t do that with me. Do I think it’s fabulous that you able to? Hell yes!! Just don’t act like I’m an imbecile for my failure.

What else…

I do NOT take as good of care of myself as I should, spiritually, or physically. My clothes don’t always fit right, and may have holes in them. I only wear makeup on special occasions, but I’ve been trying on a daily basis, but when you don’t have the proper clothing that fits right and makes you feel good, I just can’t. It feels incomplete. But, the fact is, I find myself very unattractive.

I’m a project non finisher. I hate that about myself.

I’m a very very impatient person.

I have a high pitched, annoying voice. To the point that my nickname at work is Mickey. As in Mouse.

Well, that’s enough for now. What can you fess up to?

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