Platitude Paradise

Happy bloggy-birfday to meee .... and the inception of Danica Dragonfly Today marks my three hundred and sixty fifth day as a blogger. Yay!

I will make apology to any recovering alcoholics out there ... the following is not a post you should read. Rum is good. I really don't care what anyone says ... I am blissfully happy right now. Sitting in my eat in kitchen ... folding laundry and listening to Blue October, Chris Cornell and The Peas ... with a snog or two of rum. Life seems relatively good. I am not thinking about tomorrow. I refuse to ruin a perfectly good drunken Sunday afternoon with thoughts of Narci and the impending doom of our early morning meeting scheduled for tomorrow. Nope - not thinking about that. Yesterday went well. Shorty had a good birfday. All of her guests (except for one) showed. They had a ball. I shared sparkling conversation with the other adults - which for me is tough because I am socially stunted. I mean when it is work related, I am a master of conversation ... but when I don't know what my role is ... where I fit in ... I get ... lost. It's pathetic, really. I fell asleep af...

~Disclaimer~ I am NOT looking for sympathy ... I am bitching to vent - because I don't have room in my head for the petty stupid crap that is elbowing its way through my thoughts right now. Ladies ... start your engines. Today is Shorty's birthday party. Her 5th birthday is on Tuesday, but parties are better held on weekends, no? She went to a birthday at McDonalds just after Christmas and has been obsessed with that idea ever since ... counting down the days ... planning her guest list. We gave her the choice of venues - even a house party like we had for her sister in January - but she opted for Mickey-D's. Enter my sister. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate anything that is done for my kids - I do. My sister is not overly involved in my kids' lives. She is busy planning her move to the UK at the end of the month and she also blames me for being overprotective in not allowing her to drive them all over hell's half acre. It's a sore spot. I won't ela...

Just a quickie to wish my friend Eyvi Sprite a very happy Berfday!!! Yeah - I know you don't like Maxine, but this just reminded me of me and my efforts of late :) ...you know it's always about me - sheesh!!! All the best - and have a fantabulous trip!

Given that my 37th birthday is eeking ever closer ... I happened to be cruising through some older writing in an old email account this morning and I came across this little diddy about how I spent my day last year. Really all this will serve to prove is that I have been relatively miserable for a very long time. It has its funny moments, though and I felt like sharing... Morning My morning - up at 6:15 am. Shower ... shoe cat outta shower. Make-up... shoe cat off counter. Find clothes ... shoe cat out of closet. Trip over dog. Wake cranky child #1... inflict needy cat on sleepy child. Pick out child's clothes. Wake up even crankier child #2. Pick out clothes for #2. Go back into #1 and wake up again ... have fight about going to school - check on #2 ... wake up again ... listen to massive tantrum about hating pre school and how she wants to stay home. Pick up #2 and both sets of clothes ... drag #1 by foot outta bed. Further lead #1 down the stairs with #2 on my hip. Dog and ca...