Platitude Paradise

*scratching head* I can not seem to make the links work. Anybody got suggestions? The instructions just say that you have to understand code in order to change them ... well - DUDE ... if I understood fucking code, I would make my own pretty blog template - right??? Right?!

While I make a mess of my blog page ... Toodles.

This past week has stirred up a few ghosts for me. Some that make sense due to the silliness that has occurred in another electronic medium that shall remain unnamed and some that are simply a product of stirring up the murk. Last night, I had a dream about JJ. (Not the JJ that periodically comments on my blog) JJ was my first . I was 16 when we started "goin' steady". It was in the wake of what happened to Jax ... a wake that for me has never completely stilled. I think it is safe to say that I was a train wreck already, but our relationship was volatile. We were like throwing a bucket of water on a grease fire, honestly. The results weren't much less devastating. We were together for just over two years. During that time, I completely flipped my bicky and due to the severe case of Agoraphobia I had developed, was forced to quit school. Following that decision, I hardly left my house for about 8 months. I was afraid of EVERYTHING. Seriously, when I wen...

I just realized I did not actually write a post for my Mom. I am a seriously bad daughter. I mean, I brought her some pretty posies and lovely cards and such ... and I fed her (which I do most days anyway, so not really that special) but I didn't give her the gift of my heart on paper. (In my defense, I was terribly busy scanning old pics into my FB account in a futile attempt to make me feel good about myself ... EPIC FAIL) Bad daughter! Thank you to Fabuleslie over at Give Me Paws for the post she wrote about her mother. It made me cry. Then, it kicked me in my ass, 'cause I realized I had printed a bunch of drivel that came from sappy email forwards and neglected the single most influential person in my life.  Bad daughter! So, in typical form - I give you my Mom: CC ... a day late and a dollar short. Thank you, Mom ... for always knowing just what would make 'it' better... whatever 'it' was (Oh - she told me yesterday that I once flipped arse over...

MOTHERS  Real Mothers don't eat quiche;  They don't have time to make it.  Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils  Are probably in the sandbox.  Real Mothers often have sticky floors,  Filthy ovens and happy kids.  Real Mothers know that dried play dough  Doesn't come out of carpets.  Real Mothers don't want to know what  The vacuum just sucked up.......  Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'  And get their answer when a little  Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'  Real Mothers know that a child's growth  Is not measured by height or years or grade...  It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.....  The Images of Mother  4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!  8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!  12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't know everything!    14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn’t have a cl...

Kittehs for lunch. Happy Mother's Day all you muthas

Yeah, so ... parenting: It isn't like the brochure, huh? Let me say this: When I was a child, I always thought I'd have a big family ... I was the only child of divorced parents until I was nine and a half. As a teen, with two very young siblings, I developed a distaste for ankle biters in general. That overall feeling didn't change much when I hit my twenties, although I mastered a knack with pretending I enjoyed the little snot factories when I was a CSR for a large financial organization ... people don't warm to you, if you are not nice to their offspring. Then, Jay had kids. Jay and I had been friends for a few years and then drifted, but one day, she just came back into my life ... with two sons. I fell truly, madly, deeply in love with those two. Oh, how I adored those boys. For the first time in my life, I felt maternal. I can remember sitting with the youngest - who would have been around 16 - 18 months ... he was teething and Jay had an overnight shift at the...

I can not BELIEVE that I am sick again. See - this is what I get for contemplating calling in fake sick. *sighs* I didn't go in at all on Friday ... oh ... and CPL called wanting me to dislodge the mortgage approval she told me to shove up my ass on Wednesday, and couldn't understand why nobody would give her my home phone number. Uhh - it's called fear ... of bodily harm ... of dismemberment ... of meeting another of Dani's voodoo dolls with one's own likeness.  Imagine.  Anyhoo - I am sick.... and I am takin' it like a man. What I mean to say is that I'm a whiny, sooky, hypochondriac mess. My chest feels like the corner of a building is sitting on it. Plus, I think I may have been passing a stone ... no, really. I did that once before and this is basically what it felt like. I think it suffice to say I'm pretty pathetic.  I woke up Saturday morning and horked up something that I swear shook itself and skittered away - here's its likeness: ...