And I? I will soon have the house to myself which means peace and quiet and no one else’s energy to invade my senses and, even though I shall be cleaning, I plan to enjoy it.
*one box elbow macaroni *two pounds ground beef *two cans whole canned tomatoes *one can tomato sauce Cook noodles. Brown beef. Season beef as you brown it with whatever you like but season it heavily so it has flavor. Dump tomatoes with juice, tomato sauce, cooked and drained noodles and cooked ground beef into a
Facts, thoughts, moments, opinions from the past week, in no particular order: It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lived with someone, even after almost a decade the first time they walk in on you while you’re doing an anal douche? Fucking embarrassing. You will find yourself screeching “do you MIND????” and acting like a fool.
Except my middle brother. He’s… a hot mess. Has been for a long time. He’s 37, still lives with my parents and is an alcoholic. He’s functioning, has had the same job for 18 years. But he’s still an alcoholic and the last few years has gotten… bad.
I’m having the do-nothing-est weekend ever over here. Yesterday was so full of do-nothing, I can’t even remember what I did. Read some, I guess. Wrote a review. Cooked. (We had french toast and sausage patties for dinner last night. I love breakfast for dinner and I actually had real maple syrup in the house
So I log in to FetLife today – which I no longer do each and every day cuz I’m flippin’ busy, man – and the first things I see on my front page? “People who think dog rape is a-ok” and “Another day, another shoot at Kink”. Wandering over to my groups I found “Is
Well, I seem to be getting over my case of the sads. Did much talking with the kid and with Taylor and we resolved quite a few things and, in general, felt better for having talked so life is good. I also got my new camera yesterday. A new camera goes a long way toward
Yanno… I had a blog post half typed out and I just deleted it. I got nothing really to say. My kid has completely fucked up his second semester of school. He’s a good kid. He’s just not all that fucking smart. In fact, he struggles with school and always has. Unfortunately, this year he
Ten o’clock on a Saturday morning and I’m not only wide awake but I’m on my second 16 oz cup of coffee and have already done a blog post, a review, called my mother and taken the dogs out twice. Huh. Who’d have thunk? I’m, as previously stated, not much of a morning person. I’ve
So last year (there I go, doing it again. I start so many blog posts with “so…”. It’s like I was in the middle of a conversation with y’all, got distracted and came right back to it like I never stopped. Heh) Anyhow. Last year, Taylor saw some guy giving away a shed on Craigslist
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. ~Sylvia Plath
So Taylor is crashed out on the floor with Spike TV blaring in the background. (If I tried to change the channel he’d notice and claim to be awake but, yanno, his eyes are closed and he’s not looking at the television) Loud t.v. drives me nuts. I am waiting for my mother to drop off
I love Sundays. Sundays are our “nothing” days. We lounge around in jammies and do as little as possible. Sunday’s in the winter are even better cuz it’s cozy and warm in the house and blustery outside and I feel, more so than any other time, the tight knit closeness of our family. Today the
So school has started for the teen and I’m quite determined to get myself into some sort of routine. There has been next to no scheduled sleep or eat or cleaning times since Taylor started working nights and it’s making me both crazy and vaguely depressed all the time. I’m a creature of habit and
Well… I sure haven’t written here in awhile, have I? Both lots going on and nothing going on at the same time, if that makes sense. Let’s see if I can hit the major points, hmmm? Taylor got a new job. He was working for a company thru the temp agency for two months and
“It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.” – John Sinor I’m not too sure about that. After all, MY Dad used to grope the mannequins at Sears when he took me shopping. He’d check for
There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined
“They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that’s why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers” ~ David Assael, Northern Exposure So, yeah…I’m on this family kick lately. Lol. Surprise surprise! Mine has become extended, my dad isn’t doing so well, my baby brother
“This is the true joy in life; the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will
“It’s all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all” ~Anais Nin Some days I feel like I’m not allowed to be a human, much less a woman. I’m not allowed to be bitchy, crabby, snappish – or I pay for it with triple what I dished
“When dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion, creatures bustling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanitY” ~Dale Carnegie Well…I’d say we’re creaures of logic.When it suits us.But, as a whole, I guess humans are far more apt to be
“For it is mutual trust, even more than mutual interest, that holds human associations together. Our friends seldom profit us but they make us feel safe….” ~H.L. MenckenIf I haven’t said it enough lately…I have some really, really great friends.I”ve been wary, for a long time, of creating actual friendships.I lost all mine in my
“I was crazy once, they put me in a padded room, it was hot, hot like summer, summer? i hate summer, i like spring, spring? i died in spring, and they put me in the soft soft ground, there were worms, worms? worms drive me crazy, crazy? i was crazy once…..”Thought that was fitting, as