God Bless You All

I would like to give a very heart felt thank you to all of our men and women serving in the armed forces. As I sit at my desk and look out the window, black ribbon and American flags are flying high to honor Blake Mounts, a 22 year old soldier who died in Iraq fighting for us. God be with his family and friends during this time. I truly feel for our guys out their who have no idea from one day to the next if they will be coming home to the hugs and kisses of thier loved ones or whether they will be arriving draped with an American flag. I feel that many of us live our lives day to day taking for granted everthing that our men and women serving in Iraq are going through. We live our lives day to day, kissing our children goodbye in the mornings, working our 9-5 jobs, having dinner with family at night, and spending weekends as we please not thinking about our soilders who would give anything to hold their baby in their arms, or craw into a cozy bed at night with their love.

God Bless You All

Work as an escape goat.........

Ok....I know home is where I am supposed to go to escape from work, but not in my life. Home is where the mad three year old runs around with swords pretending to be something similar to a power ranger. Home is where MOTHER is rewriting the bible, because Jesus just doesn't know everything she does. Home is the only place on earth without internet access or cable TV.

Is it logical to say you are clinically depressed if the highlight of your day is bedtime. I find that when I sleep I can be whatever I want. I can do whatever I want. My troubles are temporarily out of my head.

Anyway, Thursday night Thomas will be going to his dad's, and I think I might got to a movie with Andy.

Ramblings of a tormented mind.......

I never actually thought it was possible for every single human being on earth to GET ON MY DAMN NERVES. Today has been one of those days. You know when someone calls your name and you would rather eat off your left arm than politely reply.....yes. I think I am completely surrounded by idiots. This is not an understatement. Not to mention, I have come down with step throat which I happened to catch from my son who goes to daycare. How a person can work in a place with dozens of children ages 2-7 running wild I will never know. I think there is this point when a child decides their day will from now on be spent doing whatever they can to drive their mothers insane. I myself, have a wonderful angel of a three year old. He and I are still deciding who the parent is. I will take the blame for this because I have a bad habit of being inconsistent. Then again........I must lay most of the blame on my neurotic, controlling, old-fashioned, parents. Seriously, my mother needs to get a life and stop trying to decide what is best for my child. I understand that she was one of those mothers that always had my brother and I dry our hair completely with the hairdryer so we would not catch a cold (even when I had the dreaded 80's perm), she watched my brother like a hawk until he finished every last pea at supper (yes SUPPER), and she gave spankings with daddy's leather belt for uddering the word butt, but I am not my mother. I will never mother like she does. I think because of those experiences I will forever do things completely opposite of what she does. Thomas you can thank your nana that your curfew will be 1:00am at age ten.