Like I've mentioned I've always wanted to write a book and I've started a few times but then after a few pages I think this is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever read and who really gives a shit? So I erase and thats it...I'm not really sure what I'm suppose to write about...the insanely obvious? I guess. How I don't understand this Mom at the boys school that I am on the verge of obsessed with because she is incapable of getting out of her car and walking her children into school by herself! I swear!!!! I have sat in my car and watched her and she pulls up, slowly gets out - constantly looking around - awaiting her other Mom friends to arrive and as soon as one does she hurries to get her kids out and rushes over and LITERALLY stands and waits for her friend to unload. And she does this EVERYDAY!!!!!
I saw her one day at this Indoor Jump place and dear God she was alone and I couldn't resist so I walked over and said 'are you meeting anyone here?' knowing full well she just had to be and sure as shit she mumbled 'yes...mumble mumble mumble'. WTF is being alone that hard for some people. I get all itchy at the thought of even knowing her (and by knowing I mean I smile politely but I have no stinking clue her name or kids names). She bugs me but not in a pissy way - in a obsessed way where I can't stop watching her make an insecure ass of herself. I love it!
I think sometimes I'm a nice person but then I re-read what I just wrote and I think Geez you are such a bitch you better stop writing this because someone is going to read this and you aren't going to look like such a nice person. Oh Well...guess that's OK.
Roger is bloody sick again. I'm staring to wonder if he's really sick or if he has a NyQuil addiction. He talks about NyQuil more than a normal person should. Tonight he took a hot bath and dosed up then crawled in bed, made a few groaning noises and body twitches and hasn't moved since.
I love being married. I love the security and openness and laughter that goes in to it but Holy Shit if you don't have a good sense of humor it's never going to last! After I put the boys down I gave Bridget a quick bath and then got dressed for bed and looked in the mirror - I am currently wearing brown long underwear and a grey long sleeved top - nothing fancy BUT as I was getting dressed and shoving my nasty nursing boobs into a stretched out, ugly ass nursing bra and putting in hot ass breast pads I saw my long underwear pulled up way over my bellybutton which made my ass look like it started in the middle of my back and I walked over to Roger and rubbed up against him and asked if he wanted some of this hot ass! He turned, checked out my outfit which at this time was just the bra and long underwear and said 'ummmm no. I'll pass.' His loss sucka!
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