Outside My Window

I was lucky enough to get a new digital camera for my birthday-and I have discovered that I take terrible pictures. Hopefully you will be able to track my progress along with me, but for now-

The view of the Pah Rah Mountain Range outside my office window.



Kind of makes up for the fact that I have to sit at a desk all day.

Book Review

Stori Telling by Tori Spelling.

Please, Ms. Spelling. I understand your mother is a bitch, but complaining about having to pay rent on an apartment she bought for you because you let some man run through all your money? And you only made $300,000 on whatever show?

Thanks for clarifying you really are a spoiled child. I know, I know- "The manner to which you've become accustomed and all that."

Perhaps you should become accustomed to things you can actually afford?

(I wonder if she realizes that the money she inherited from her father-I believe she ended up with $400,000-is more than some people make in a lifetime?)

Why Yes, Everything IS about Me!

And you know what? This is going to sound selfish, but all this drama could not have come at a worse time. Maybe it’s just my perception, but whenever I feel like some breakdown is coming on, things around me seem to fall apart and add to it. I wish I could have just a few minutes to decide if I’m losing it or not before something happens that makes me actually lose it.

I feel like crying, I have all day. I feel bad for my son, I feel bad for the words that were exchanged in my house last night. It’s like the universe says “Not sure if you’re having a breakdown? Here, let me help.”

I know this day has been much worse for my son, and I’m glad it’s almost over for him.

Poor Kid

I took Youngest to get his hair cut last night, and the girl who cut it is the one who cut it before. She did a really good job last time, so I have no idea what happened this time.

He looks like he has girl hair. I feel SO bad for him. I almost let him stay home from school today, but then I thought what if we can’t fix it until Friday? I can’t let him miss 3 days of school. I also thought it would be good for him to face his fears head on, and not hide in the house like I do.

I wish I would have went with my first instinct and let him stay home. He just called and said kids have been making fun of him all day. My heart is officially broken for him.

Anyhow, I’m leaving work early to take him to a barber so we can fix it. And hopefully the kids at school will find someone else to pick on tomorrow. Little ratfuckers.

What The Hell DMV????

I'm pretty sure everyone at the DMV hates me. I don't know why-I've never really met any of them or even had a conversation beyond "I'd like to renew my drivers license please." My last picture was so bad, when Little Wing saw it she said "Wow. Got meth?"

Yes. It was that bad. So for my birthday this year, instead of renewing by mail I though I would treat myself, spend the extra $2.50, and get a new picture.

Little Wing hasn't seen it yet, but I'm pretty sure the first words out of her mouth will be "Wow. Got pot?"

I would like to add that the first time I went, the lady let the guy in front of me re-take his horrible picture. When I asked, she said "No. It's fine." Fine if you're a frickin dope fiend.

This time, she warned the guy in front of me. She actually said "Get ready to smile. The flash will go off in 3...2...1..."

Me? She said "Lift your chin." That was it. I got no 3...2...1... click. I got no warning, no get ready to smile. I even asked her if my eyes were open. Her response? "Yes. It's fine."

Hubbs is convinced that they hate pretty girls and want us to look bad in our photos.

I'm going with that.

Hilarious!

Does anyone remember that old SNL skit about the man who didn't know how to use the stairs?

Here's the feline version.

Book Review

Genius and Heroin by Michael Largo.

I find it interesting that the most brilliant people are plagued by alcohol and drug abuse.

This book is laid out in alphabetical order, with everyone from Hemingway to Dickinson to Cobain making an appearance. Drug/drink of choice, how they lived, and how they died-it's all laid out in an easy to read format.

Read it-you might learn something!