I've started a second blog that I can hide from my mother and all those oh-my-gosh-I-can't-believe-she'd-say-such-a-thing people in my life. I'm tired of her questioning the status of my soul. I'm not like most of my family. I love them so much, and I know they love me, without doubt, but I have a different way of expressing myself. Yes, Mom. I'm quite Republican. No, Mom. I don't read my bible daily. Yes, Mom. I love everyone, the lord included. No, Mom. I didn't purposefully exist to be your constant contribution to the prayer chain at your local church.
I have been married--faithfully--for 16 years. My hubby is my one and only. I have three children by him, and it's been tough, but we've done everything together. I prefer Marlboro Medium 100s. If they don't carry that brand, I will go to another store. See, Stud is nice. He'll smoke mine. I'll throw a fit, take a shower at 2:00 a.m. (hell, I'm up anyway) and go get some. That may change, though. I asked Stud ordered us some End-its, some fake cigarette thingy, to which he agreed. If he's willing to give it a go, I am, too. See, Mom? I don't have to withhold sex for Stud to see things eye-to-eye with me. Honestly. That was her advice to me once!
I promised my baby, Dude, that I'd slow down on the swearing, and that I'd slow down on the smoking. I have to, I know. What I say in front of them at times is highly inappropriate. I told Junior today that if he didn't have the balls to call his friend to RSVP for her party, then he shouldn't go. Being 15, he found that highly amusing. I'm really going to have to watch myself. Just because he's taller than me doesn't mean he's an adult, and that was pushing the limits from my end.
I'm a sinner, Mom, but I'm nice. I've been screwed over, and instead of going to lawyers, I pick myself up by my balls and keep on going. I lost the entire business to my bitchy-ass partner, but somehow typing for Siteman Cancer Center and Washington University teaching physicians is an even trade-off. Being their new "floater" has been appreciated by them. I don't want to be stuck on one account, because you just don't learn anything like that. They need someone to fill gaps. We're a perfect fit. The surgical center's still happy, and so is my other subcontracting boss. I may not live right according to your standards, but I work hard and love my kids, and love my neighbor's kid, too.
I found out my gerbils had mites. FUCK. I cleaned them, bathed them, and put them back in the cage, and sat sweating in my room so that the AC wouldn't make them too cold. Um, yes. I get walked on. I think this makes me a better person than most.
Okay, I expressed and I validated. What else contributes to a healthy psyche? Sex? Um, I think I wore Stud out last night...
Cookies. Definitely cookies. :)
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