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just rambling

doo doo n'doo doo....

I have no idea. I gots nothing. My mind is in a million places and I can't seem to hold it down. Thinking about the babies, thinking about marriage, thinking about mistakes, thinking about stuff.

Funny that marriage and mistake are right after each other. No, the irony does not escape me.

I know I've made my bed, but do I want to lie in it anymore? It seems like this is a typical roll for me "Oh no, the bad man makes me unhappy, woe is me! Lord help me!" (said with dramatic flair, southern accent, and hand thrown helplessly over the forehead)

I made someone REALLY uncomfortable Thursday night at Halloween 2. After the movie we were standing outside just talking, and someone brought up "whats your sign?" (ugh! Ick! stupid girl thing to do, I revoke your girl card!!!Bad!!! No more outings for you, BACK TO THE KITCHEN WENCH!!!) and he finally mentioned he was a cancer-I'll kill ya. At which point, considering the date, I jump and yell "Ha, not this time fucker!" Hee... really an asshole kind of thing to do, but I couldn't help myself. People are so uncomfortable with the thought of cancer, that it's fun to say, hey it sucked a lot of balls, but I'm still here. But apparently I can't say all of that, or at least to certain people, because someone might get butthurt over it, because their dad was diagnosed with.. wait for it.... COLON CANCER, and might not be out of the woods yet... (Get it, butthurt, colon cancer? yeahhhh.. moving on..)

Really? YOU get to disregard 11 years of *MY* history, just because it might hurt some STRANGER'S feelings? At least, someone a stranger to me. Sorry, my bad, 3 years of marriage, and 2 pretty awesome fucking kids, thought that gave me a little bit more slack. Sorry, let me get barefoot and pregnant back to the kitchen.... NOT.

Though I did get a key to the church kitchen. Dude, seriously. THE COUNTER SPACE. THE CENTER ISLAND. THE ERGONOMIC ROLLING PIN!!! *drool* I'm such a dork. Kitchens make me happy, if I have work space. And decent tools.. ahh, making pies, baking breads. good good stuff.

Poor baby girl. Two weeks ago they said she had Scarlet Fever. Now her poor little feets are peeling. Only her toes, and above her nose. Hungry as hell though. Wondering if the rash on her little legs is from the soy milk. But she won't drink cows milk, and rice milk has no nutrional value, so she has to get a liquid (ick) vitamin. I shouldn't have stopped breastfeeding. Seriously. I think it would have saved a lot of her issues, and mine. I think I had a cyst burst the other day. It felt like labor without an epidural... damn. If men only KNEW what we go through....


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Sep. 6th, 2009 05:42 pm (UTC)
My mother has had cancer twice in the last four years. She's in remission for two years now, so everything is good, but it's still something we all talk about a lot. We all have a bit of a black sense of humor, and I don't think there's anyone in my family who is afraid to make people uncomfortable anyway.

She's got a bumper sticker that says "Cancer Sucks", and most of the family has pink breast cancer license plates.

Also re: your mom, my grandfather was doing things like that just before he was diagnosed with Alzheimers. She very well may have medically 'lost her mind', as it were. You might want to get her checked.
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Sep. 7th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)
Duh. No one really reads this. :)

Sorry about your mom. Glad to hear it's back in remission. I like meeting people in Target wearing Cancer Sucks shirts. It's always an interesting conversation.

Not sure where you're getting the reference to my mom, the "What's your sign"? that was totally some random black chick from Kentucky who sounded like she was from Alabama. Dude, that was WEIRD. Now to check the rest of the shit out.
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