quandry.

i loved the dukes of hazzard.

i fucking despise jessica simpson.

(this post has been brought to you by the letters
h and o and r....and a viewing of the ridiculously
stupid, pointless, insulting-to-the-original-song
video for these boots are made for walking...)

heh heh

so yeah...
how exactly do i recoup
after a dramatic post
like that..

just to let you all know
i'm not a drama queen
i'm not looking for oh poor you's
i'm quite aware that there are people everyday
who encounter so much worse than the temporary situation
i was in
and that things are great for me now
beyond great
and i don't regret that any of it happened
because it became a learning experience
and made me the stronger person i am today...
i will never let anyone do anything like that again

and i will raise my kids to be the same

so...
all in all
really,
i kind of have to thank him that he became the asshole
that was because
i wouldn't be where i am now
if i had stayed where i was
then...

ba-hahahahahhahaha

hows that for twisted.

monday morning

actually
i guess at this point
it is monday afternoon
but really...
when i can't figure out how to change the time on this anyway,
does it really matter?

woke up at 6 even tho i didn't need to get up until 8
went for a walk
made a to do list
called my mom about what to do about the memorial
tried not to think about things i can't do anything about

now it is raining
and i am melancholy
not ranty or crusty
or inspired and planning
just
melancholy

my brother and his girlfriend-soon-to-be wife
were home for the weekend
planning the wedding
having wedding showers and birthday parties
their two boys are beautiful
and funny and odd just like the rest of our family
and we wouldn't have it any other way

i hope so much that after the wedding
they will be able to move back home
it would be great to have them so close
that we can get to know the boys
better than we have been able to
even over such a relatively short distance

see.
i'm melancholy.
don't hold it against me.
i'll be back to my normal cursing and aggravated self
when the rain stops.

todays soundtrack: leonard cohen...

and the masses will cry out with joy...

for tomorrow morning
at nine am
the cable/sattelite dish guy shall cometh
and he shall bring with him
the tv channels
that our family had thought
foolishly and oh-so-mistakenly
they could do without
and the caregiver/mother/wife/person-who-is-almost-insane
shall rejoice
in the sounds of teletoon
and the manic laughter of a sponge named bob
and
all will be well with the world...