i'm wondering...

why am i letting this bother me so much?
hmmmm...
am i being defensive?
and if i am,
why?
but its friday night and i should be happy
and i keep telling myself
to let this incident
(which really should be a minor irritation
and not a huge deal)
go and think positive and be the bigger person
but
then i catch myself thinking "i should have said..."
or "yeah...ok...i'll do it your way but..."
and well...
sort of obsessing about it

and then i think about chickadees blog
that i read today and her post about her friend
that she outgrew
and how i answered her saying that my theory was that certain people
came into your life at certain times to fill a specific need
but once that was filled
you tend to move away from each other
and i'm wondering
should i have been listening to my own advice...
have i outgrown this person?
or is it the dynamics of the current situation that are making me think this?
if it had been anyone else saying the same thing to me
would i have shrugged it off as being irritating but not worth
my getting upset about?
sigh...
who knows

although
it possibly could be all the stress we are currently under
with the renovations
and the moving
and the money oh the bloody fucking money
again
who knows...

sigh
but it fucked up my friday thats for sure

glass of diet coke with a dash of empowerment

heh
just found letters that i wrote to
a couple of ex's
years and years and years ago

you know the letters
full of
please
and forgive me
and sorry
and what did i do
and what can i do

the kind of letter that kinda makes you wince when you read it
and wonder who the hell was that girl
because she certainly wasn't me

oh...
you didn't write that kind of letter
heh heh

so anyway

i just found them
and tore them into little teeny tiny pieces
why do i need to be reminded of my pathetic-ness
however,
i also found similar letters from ex's
putting me on the other side of pathetic
and
i kept them
heh heh...
mostly when i read them i get a "yeah, f*&# you" feeling
that feels pretty good

because
i'm happy where i'm at
in life right now

shoeboxes and good advice

my 9 year old well intentioned daughter emma
just made a shoebox advice column with her freind jessica...
at first i was a little worried that their enthusiam
would soon turn to disappointment
when it didn't get the responses they were banking on
but
i am happy to say
that i was SO wrong...

emma brought home the box yesterday
with at least 15
touching, sad or amusing questions
from different people in her class
ranging from
"my question is it too cold out?"
to
"nobody likes me"
and in between
"i want a dog, how do i get one?"
i am very curious to see what kind of answers the "bratz girls"
as they have named themselves
will come up with...

reading the questions
brought back all that elementary school feelings
of worry and anxiety and why does this girl play with me today
but giggle about me tomorrow
and is that note that they are passing around about me
and what if i ask to go to the bathroom, will i get yelled at...

i was a very anxious child
i wish someone had started an shoebox-advice column then
heh heh

barely. holding. up. eyelids.so. sleepy.

ayyyy yie yie...
if we don't get this house done soon...

the kids are sick of going to the new house
and bickering and fighting and whining and complaining

we are tired
and it just seems so damn fucking
overwhelming
when
everytime we go
it seems like we have done
nothing yet
besides
make a mess....
christ almighty
we have gone thru
over 80
hefty duty fucking garbage bags...

on a brighter note tho
i did get to help shingle the roof
did i tell you that?
i've told so many people i can't even keep track anymore...
yep
and i wasn't just passing him the shingles either
i was tarring 'em, laying 'em out and hammering those bastards in
heh heh heh

i love owning a house

ewwwwwww...

i feel ill
i just read in the paper
that one of my former
favorite
high school teachers
was just charged with sexual exploitation of a teenager...
he is 65
he paid her to do things
i feel sick
i feel sick
i feel sick
he was at my wedding reception

i feel ill

how can this be...