This week in randomized kinda bulleted review…

…bullet in the brainpan – SQUISH! (come on – name that quote!)

–Here’s a thought: Hi kettle, hi pot – you’re both black. Grow up.

–Getting pissed at someone when they did something that mirrors exactly what you yourself did just a while before – stupid.

–Myspace – ‘suck my dick, SIR!’ (Name the movie quote!) I’m over the drama, save it for some other mama, because the juvinile he said/she said/the world revolves around me shit is way more then i want to invest my time or energy in. Account deleted, ya’ll can use email or messages here like normal grown-up people. And I can ignore the drama like grown-up normal people.

–Those that contacted me this week in some way shape or form – thank you. And thank you for letting me be my reclusive self too.

–Babies! Nothing makes the world better then BABIES! Specially when after I get to spoil them, I get to GIVE THEM BACK. Ha! Tonight I have a 10 mth old and a 2 year old staying the night with AuntieLessa. The girls are in heaven – the boy has disappeared. He says he has some chior thing. Hah. He’s scared. *L*

–I discovered that it was FAR EASIER to IGNORE the fact that I have a Freshman Son when I was not dropping him off at school. As twice this week, papa was out of town and I did the dropping off, I find my walls of denial crumbling. Dammit. There were HIGH SCHOOLERS who DRIVE CARS in the parking lot! And big kids walking in/being dropped off! and HE WAS ONE OF THEM! Dammit. This growin up shit SUCKS.

–The girl – omg. SO HORMONAL up in here. The hair, the outfits, the vision of her walking into school with BOYS WAVING at her. She gets prettier every damn day, and dammit, they’re noticing it too. Harumph.

–The boy’s choir teacher? The same who taught both his daddy and me. And she was old then. Somehow? I don’t feel QUITE so bad anymore. After his placement singing test, today, however – said teacher gushed “Wow – I love your voice!” and said that though she’s certain his voice will change, she’s oh so glad it hasn’t yet. He’s in the high tenor – alto1 range. His voice’ll probably chang overnight. heh.

–Those of you who know who you are in my rp world – UGH! just ONCE can I post something without it being picked apart for two days by everyone? So I’m not so smart that I’ve memorized every rule, nor do I ever play anything by strict books, and yes I play by instinct most the time, but good god, give me a fuckin break, will ya?

–Yes, i’m a 36 year old geek who still pretends to be a 17 yr old werewolf online. You gotta problem with that? Ha!

–Speaking of high school – the boy’s grades for the first two weeks? Straight A’s. Perhaps we have turned the corner? I’m hopeful, if not entirely optimistic that it’s not just a back to school thing. Hopefully he can hang on for the long haul.

–The girl’s grades? all but one – A’s. See above. Though she did already get yelled at for ‘misplacing an assignment’. They’re both realizing i’m DEAD SERIOUS this year. No more last minute crap!

–The Pup – still dismayed at her classmates Lack of Fashion Sense. Heh.

–Sleep hours? few and far between this week. However, I called and talked to TBF, who somehow reconnected something, or just flat out exhausted me listening to him talk, and finally I slept. Thank goodness. I was seriously beginning to wonder if I’d ever sleep again.

–On the plus side, no sleep = lots of work done. Three domains moved in their entirety, two domains forwarded = happy Lessa.

–Bluehost = happy Lessa!

–My daughter volunteering to change the stinky diaper? HAPPY LESSA!

–The discovery it was just really stinky gas? HAPPY GIRL.

–I love my Busy Body Book – thanks for recommending, it Kristy!

–August being over? Happy all around.

Welcome to September.

(ps – if you think some part of this is about you, you may be right. or completely wrong. If ya wanna bitch at me for it, you know the email. If you are positive it is you, you might also be right. or completely wrong. If you MUST know. You know the email. If you don’t like something you’ve read? See that x up there? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CLICK IT! simple, ain’t it. Snort.)