stop

trying to find, a good side about men..yah, m’bad, perhaps bitter
But honestly, do they ever grow up? Are they ever actually, there when needed? Mom’s are, 24 hours, on call, reliable, dependable, like “On Demand”...men come and go, are there when they feel like being, gone, when the whim takes them else where
I wish I would have put “Try to figure out men” as a goal, I would have so checked it off, as something not worth doing!

I have become so anti-social lately. It’s like I want people in my life, only on my own terms…when I have the time, only when I need someone…......and I so dislike this about me….I was never like that…...and oddly, I do feel better, actually much better, after I sit on the porch and hold the neighbors baby…she’s amazing.I dont want to miss that! Or when her 2 year old wants me to playball with him…..I do know, I feel better after …....I just need to stop the negativity…

“Did you hear the “t-shirt song?” my 23 year old co-worker asked…obviously, she loves the song
“Yes, but I am not getting all of the words..for example, I am going step outta this dress and these….???” “These what?”, I asked her.
“Jimmy Choos, dah”
“Exactly what the hell is Jimmy Choos”
Jimmy Choos? Jimmy Neutron, I have heard of, Jimmy Choos?
Rolling her eyes..
“They are shoes!!!! He’s the designer…Geez!”
Why couldn’t she just have stepped out of her payless shoes..now that I would have understood!
I need to STOP listening to music, with the exception, of Bob Seger, the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac…at least I knew, what they were saying!

my high blood pressure seriously…we had a healthy fair at work..bp was 160/106…....gets harder everyday to laugh and dismiss the numbers off…..

as Palan…for the moment, by the time March 2009 is here, everyone will be like Sarah, who? Oh yeah, thats right, the hockey mom thing, right? A perfect example of when a microphone becomes your shovel.

“empty bottle fairy”..no, not kidding..this is a problem!
What am I thinking? Do I actually beleive, that if I keep empty Excedrine bottles in the junk drawer or empty pop cans in the frige, that somehow, in the middle of the night the empty bottle fairy will show up and magically replace all the missing items? Who am I kidding? I pratically have to bribe the tooth fairy, into showing up these days….
“Ya know, you have had ALOT of kids…wing fuel..doesn’t grew on trees you know?”
“But she’s only 6, you heartless fairy!” I try to explain
“Well, last time I was at your house, I saw some defianate 21 year molars under that pillow! I take this fairy business, pretty seriously and if you can’t be honest about the teeth, how are you going to be honest about the empty bottles?”
I am threwing them out tonoght, far be it from me, to stand in a fairies way!

find a way, to make you more secure about yourself….I would do it…...but I need to stop..feeling that I am responsible, for how you feel….and you just won’t stop…..stop pressing the buttons, that you know, will upset me…...that you see race, sex, creed, as a way to be superior, and you use that every chance you get….and you hate….that I teach, our children, that we are all the same…..you are their best teacher however, for they don’t want to be like that..feel superior because somehow, they were born white, verses, being born a person of color, or different creed…....I am happy that I stopped, letting this be an issue, when it comes to the education of my children…They will be smarter, they willl be more accepting, they won;t be someone, that drags everyone else down around them, to make themselves feel better

depending on my cellphone, for phone numbers..I am a product of the 80’s, we wrote phone numbers down in our really “cool” notebooks…..and stuck them in our “Meade” folder…..
Say what you’d like, but I realized, that I am one uncharged battery away from losing my entire social connection

but return to that cold New Year’s Night…you picked me out from a crowd, a huge crowd of people…you took my hand, placed a blue snow flake in it and told me, enjoy tonight…
the year ahead, is going to be unbeleivable hard…...as much, as I wanted to “stop” thinking about that moment…no matter how much I wanted to dismiss it, make it go away, I can’t erase the fact, that,
amazingly, you were right..and I knew it, from the second you said it, that, that night would be the only good night
the entire year….and I want to stop hating you for that, for picking me..out of a crowd of thousands..I was happier not knowing

just stop cying