Typepad's spellcheck FACKING SUCKS!
There comes a time in every single parent's life when you have to choose priorities. School or work? Sleep or read? Internet or diapers? Unfortunately, at the end of this month I had to put diapers (not really, but you get the meaning) ahead of my online frolicking, and the meanies at my ISP came and shut me down. Fortunately pay day was only a couple of days later. My Google Adsense is doing me no good whatsoever.
Unfortunately, for those who may be wondering, I am still kicking. (just joking gods, don't strike me down) Even though I may be only barely kicking, my bohemoth Flinstone feet are giving it hell. I'm not sure what exactly is going on with my blogging lately, but I am still a bit confused as to where I wanna take this thing. Some people say that I should've been a blonde, but that's a story for another day.
An amazing thing happened the other day. I actually was able to sit down and interact with other females. You remember laughing and gossiping and all that juicy stuff you used to be able to do before you had children? Yes. I thought that surely by now I had forgotten all of my social skills and gossipy talents, but alas, I have not. The sad part is that I actually had a blast just sitting on the front porch with three girlfriends, smoking, and chit chatting. The even sadder part is that it was probably my highlight of the whole weekend.
A friend of mine had asked me if I wanted to get out of the house with her and some other girlfriends on Friday night, and I said sure, because it has been way too long since I've had any type of social stimulation. Friday comes, and the fact that no one even bothered to call me actually hurt my feelings. It felt like high school all over again. I chalked it up to "oh, i'm sure they were just too busy to get out." However, I was wrong, and a car load of girls pull up to the house around 11pm. The thing about it was that they had already been out to dinner, and I was just a last resort, because they had nothing better to do. So they show up all dressed up, and I sit and talk with them on my front porch while wearing my PJs. How pitiful am I? I am still a loser, after all these years. I'm still the one that you forget to call. Either way, it was good seeing those bitches.
My son is going to be the next Ken Griffey Jr., I swear it. I will be happy to give all of my bloggy friends autographed photos when he goes pro in the next 20 years or so. Yeah, he's only four, but this little booger can hit a ball! Saturday was his first t-ball game, for this year - The Scrappers. You would think they could come up with a more empowering name than Scrappers, but I digress. The kids did an awesome job, and it is so cute to watch 2-5 year olds running around a baseball field pretending to know what they are doing.
I bought a new pair of sunglasses for $5 - I love flea markets.
I also found another amazing blog @ Yellow Trash Diaries.