Currently Listening Getting Away With Murder By Papa Roach see related

It's because of people like you.

This goes out to all the people who are disappointed in me, upset with me, or just generally disquieted by my existence:

FUCK YOU.  You may have a laundry list of reasons for the aneurysm you're having in regards to my situation, but what's that saying about people who live in glass houses?  Wait, I remember.  Don't throw fucking stones.

Yes, I knowingly married a convict.  Yes, he is currently in prison.  Yes, we've had (and created) more problems than two people should have in a lifetime.  Yes, my current state of affairs would probably be best described by the phrase "Inactively Married."  Yes, I hurt all the time and I wish my husband was with me and our son instead of surrounded by razorwire and cinderblock walls.     

Yes, I still live with Mommy and Daddy and yes, I am jobless.  No, I really don't have a clue what it's like to be out on my own with no one to cover my ass.  No, I don't know what it's like to raise a child completely by myself.  No, half the time I don't feel like I'm doing a good enough job raising him with the complete support of my parents. 

Yes, I am an angry, cynical bitch most of the time.  It's because of people like you.  People who are openly stupid and/or ignorant of the world and people around them.  People who could not give a shit less about anything not involving themselves.  People who will claim they do, in fact, give a shit, then fall through the cracks when they're really needed, and THEN have the balls to act like I am being irrational. 

Just a note to the rest of the world--if you're an idiot, an asshole, an egotist, or one not interested in EVER holding a serious, intelligent conversation, step away now and please don't attempt to speak to me.  I'm sick of you already, whether I know you or not.

A Holiday E-Newsletter! YAY!

Hello friends!  I find myself at home today because, let's face it, where the hell else would I be?  I noticed that I haven't written a good, solid post in a while so I decided to write.  You know those long-winded holiday newsletters people sometimes send out, where they tell you every minute detail of everything that's happened to everyone they know over the last year?  (Example:  "Great-Uncle Bob had his colonoscopy in June.  Luckily the doctors didn't find any colon polyps.  However, after much struggling to get the camera into Great-Uncle Bob's colon, they did conclude that he is an incurable tight-ass.  Images from the inside of Great-Uncle Bob's colon are included on Page 4.")

Well I've decided to write a holiday newsletter!  Only this won't be quite that bad.  Maybe.  I don't know.  Here goes:

You'd think massive, frequent doses of Benadryl and Robitussin would do something about snot and chest goop, right?  HAHAHA hell no.  I have rattly lungs, one drippy nostril, one completely non-functioning nostril, post nasal drip (I guess that one nostril is dripping in both directions, ha), and a sinus headache that feels like someone is inside my head trying to push their way out.  It's been a fun day so far.

Now that I've sufficiently grossed you out, let me update for a moment on the current family situation. 

Dylan will be 16 months old on Christmas day, and he's in the climbing phase.  We have a big toy for him that we call the "stand up toy"...basically you put the child in the little cloth seat and they are surrounded by a bunch of toys that make funny noises, and (theoretically, at least) they are not able to get out until you decide to pick them up.  Dylan has learned how to climb out of it. He just sort of leans over the side till his hands are on the floor, then pulls his legs out behind him.  He also climbs on the sofa, loveseat, chairs, tables, his highchair, Gram, Grandpa, Mommy, and anyone or anything else that will stand still for a minute.  He has 10 teeth and uses them constantly to try to take chunks out of my flesh.  His daddy says it's just a way of saying hello, but I don't know--"HI MOMMY!  *chomp chomp*"  Seems odd to me.

Speaking of Charles, he's doing well.  (Yeah, I know you were wondering.)  Stupid jerk got tattooed in the prison he's in and the administration found out about it, so now he's being bumped down a level.  That means, for 90 days all of our visits are only an hour, with bulletproof glass between us.  I've seen the tattoos, and personally, I don't think it was worth it.  And they're on his FOREARMS!  What a JACKASS!  I swear, sometimes I wonder just how many children I'm going to have to raise in this lifetime!  The weird part is I love him anyway.  I'm still trying to figure out why...I'll let you know when I come up with an answer.

Susan is home for Christmas!  Yay!  I told her to come see me on "the third day," and that is today, so I need to call her.  Anne and I need to tell her about the TP-ing adventure.  SUSAN!  If you're reading this, TODAY is The Third Day.  Come over.

I'm in college now, by the way.  I'm going through the University of Phoenix Online.  It's actually pretty easy right now.  I just got done with my third week of class and I have like all but 20 points.  (Out of probably 300 so far.)  I'm working on an Associate's Degree in Criminal Justice.  That's lots of fun, huh?

Okay so I have to go now, I'm tired of typing and Susan is coming over!  YAY!  So bye!

AAAARGH!

NEW PICTURES!

Hey everybody I finally got some decent pictures of me!!  Thank you much to Rachel for taking me to the park and telling me how to pose, you made me look beautiful and I can't thank you enough!  Any time you want me to return the favor, just holler at me.