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"It!! hahahha you said it..get it..... "
"That tastes like piss!!"
"How do you know what piss tastes like?"
"I've gotta burp"
Okay then how about I fart
"Here? Here? Get it, Get it"
"That wasn't nice"
"OKay, then shut up please!!"
" I wanna sit here"
"I'm not getting up, for you you just got up"
"Hey he's eating with two spoons!!"
"Stop spraying food on the table"
And that's just a few hightlights to remind me why I am never again taking Alex and Andrew along if Warren and I go out to eat again. It was too hot to cook and I was exhausted. They were over (again - do they live here?) so I figured what the hell. I should have know I was in for it, when we left I am positive I heard shouts of joy commign from nearby. The three of eat like pigs, can't sit still and have mouths that need some serious reminders of what is NOT appropriate dinner talk. Andrew is fairly well behaved being 14 but Alex needs a straight jacket or somethign and Waren usually behaves fairly well when I take him out alone, and is capable of basic table manners, suddenly regreses several years when his friends are around. This party has me in hives already. No wonder most baby and parenting books end before you get to the puberty years. If they didn't all prospective parents would be scared into running to the nearest pharmacy and stocking up on birth control and condoms like there was going to be a shortage or somthing.
I have come to the realization that I am one of those people who should not be allowed with in reach of a pair of scissors when I am having a hair crisis. My bangs are not what I was hopping, and they are refusign to coopertate. I have to hide the scissors before I do irreperable damage.
Some times I think I need to retitle this diary, Adventures in Warren land. Yesterday when I came home, Warren had decided to borrow my backpack. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, except that I had some items in it from when I used it last at Valley Con. Nothing major or expensive, but a few things none the less that really don't belong on the floor in the middle of the living room where anybody who comes into the house can see. Yes I walked into find in addition to a couple books, my wallet and a few other assorted items, my son had also when dumping out my bag managed to leave several items of a very female nature, items which almost every female between 12 and 50 has in her closet or bathroom, items which men would rather brush thier teeth with a toilet brush than have to purchase. YUP!! My wonderful son left my maxi pads and tampoons lying in the middle of the living room floor in all their glory for the world too admire like some bizarre form of modern art. Its a good thing I don't embarass easily, depsite the parade of preteen boys that file in and out of here on an hourly basis.
I know understand why some animals choose to eat their young and why teachers deserve combat pay. With all I got thru on a weekly basis a lesser woman could be reduced to sitting fetal position in the corner lip diddling the theme to the Addams Family. I know that's what I feel like doing.
Their house is a museum,
Where people come to see 'em,
They really are a scream,
The Addams Family
Prequels ~ Sequels
Daily Dumbass: WE need to remember to fill out OUR unavailable forms when off the phone! Where am I? Kindergarthen?
Thankful For: my airconditoner is working
Music of the mind: : Addams Family Theme
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.