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I have decided a few things.

  • I will take my arthritis medication again, even though I could have a heart attack (in theory: my heart is as strong as an ox. A dainty ox with lipstick, but an ox.)

  • I will remember to stretch after exercise so I don't whimper on the couch.

  • I will buy a better seat for my bike so I don't break my *pussy bone after riding for an hour over bumpy roads. *Thanks, Tahmoe!

  • I will meet somecandytalkin at Blue Goose for margaritas and laugh about fandom.

I have a group of kids coming to my house, but the moms are a BLAST so we'll turn the Nitrous Oxide on upstairs and make the kids watch Finding Nemo while we drink and flash boobies. HA HA! There will be jumping in the THUNDERDOME (which will be emptied upon crazydiamondsue moving in at the end of February. One of the moms is a closet Buffy-fan (I mentioned her a while ago) so there could be porn. Or, links emailed. They are probably better moms than me and read that stuff when the kids aren't around. Huh. I should try that.

No Godfather-Jossed! today, but I know all three of you are crying in your keyboards over that. Heee!

[ETA] I FORGOT!! My stalker neighbor bought me ROLLER SKATES!! Like, old school boots and heels over four wheels skates!! Which on one hand is AWESOME because I LOVE to roller skate. But I think she wants me to break my leg so she can "care for me." Back off, Annie Wilkes!! *skates away in joy*


Jan. 27th, 2005 12:05 pm (UTC)
Isn't that interesting? With us, it's because we are Democrats (basically. More, anti-Republican) in the most Right Wing county in all of Texas, and that is an actual statistic. Scary.

The fun moms I hung with today (they just left) are from my old, liberal, next to the college and the bars neighborhoods. I like some of the women up here, but they make me feel old. They are just so comfortable in their pleated jeans and sneakers with mom-hair, and I still want to play and not give everything over to my kids. Which is selfish, but makes me fun at parties.

(And the mafia-religion thing reminds me of Utah. I wuld love to live there for the scenery, but the people scorn you and your children who aren't Mormon.) And before anyone yells at me about that, my whole family LIVES there, and I lived there, too. Kerfuffle free, please.

And I'll use a web-cam to come to your meetings in the tree house.


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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