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Friday, August 12, 2011

Well I did one thing on my list. Unfortunately it was drink excessively
OO OOO OOO and I made cupcakes!!!!!

I did get the kids registered for school, no uniforms still. Everyone in the office says """The codes should work""""

Um... well... they don't

Thursday, August 11, 2011













Did I mention...

School uniform logos must be embroidered on! No patches...etc...

I once sewed my underwear all shut




CHARTER SCHOOLS ROCK!

my kid made it!! Whew... under the wire. I was so afraid of her starting middle school. I know in my heart that she needed this. This school will cater to her creative soul and nurture her strengths. A school of the arts. This may mean the difference between a gas station job in her future and a shot at a doctorate. Thank you universe!

So.. i have to make lists to sleep. here is my to-do list for tomorrow

Shit to do

Go to the store for toilet paper and lightbulbs... maybe throw some food in there too
Go to schools: need birth certs, shot records and proof of residency
Get my TB test read by random nurse
Drink excessively
Mortgage papers
School loan
Find out how to get the stupid school logo on my kid's uniforms
buy said uniforms
Rebuy all her school supplies since I bought the list for dreaded middle school
my kid needs a jump drive and headphones..... HOW COOL IS THIS SCHOOL????

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Judgment day


I was told today by a Dr that my freak factor was high. I guess I deserve this. It is an interesting concept to think about the way you portray yourself to the outside world. I guess I have thought about it a lot but have never been able to really grasp what it is when other people see me. I have varying ideas about what it is that I actually want to be seen. It is probably very basic. I am sure it is only the tattoos that people see, and that is alright. I think it is easier to know that nobody is truly looking into my heart. Sometimes I don't feel like there is much to see. I feel empty sometimes. My dreams are all expectations of the way things are supposed to be. My world is a reflection of what not to do. I don't really have much envy for those who have more, only curiosity of what it must be like to see through their eyes. I have moments of judgement, but for the most part, I understand somewhat what it must feel like to be in some others shoes. I know the feeling of acceptance that comes with drawing all of your resources together only to come up empty handed. I know the desperation of trying to make 5 dollars into 500. I know how it feels when your life stretches out in front of you as a big question mark. How time slips through your fingers and the things you should have done, mistakes you make all add up to one question. Why does this never work out how I planned? I watch the sadness caused by all consuming addictions that in the end, even consume your personality and I know that not everyone was born with intelligence and resourcefulness in their toolbox of life. Not everyone can grow up to be successful, there must always be people who just do it wrong. I tell these things to my coworkers in the hopes that I am responsible for one kind word, or one kind thought. I don't know if anyone is listening, but apparently, I have a high freak factor.

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