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My own thundering herd
Did anybody get the number of that buffalo, the one that did a tap dance on my head.
I think it is ready to blow any minute now. I have massive headache, not the kind you get from banging your head against the wall, though that does sound like a good idea right now. No, this is the kind caused by lack of sleep due to both sinus cavities being filled, developing what feels like some sort of cold/flu virus I don't have time to deal with, and a teenage son who is 13 pushing for 18 tommorrow, and is currently hating me because I tossed his porn stash (to be fair it was very soft core, pg-13 ish porn, but still, my son doesn't need to be reading about how to pick up chicks, or what babe's really dig. Or maybe I'm just too much of mom).
I understand it is normal, I know boys have fantasies (just like girls), and he is curious. We've talked about this stuff, but his dad is no help and he has reached the age, where discussing sex with mom is beyond cringeworthy.
I like to look at an attractive person as much as anyone. But he is only 13.5, I don't need him getting some stupid idea that women have to weigh in the double digits or be built like some photo shopped Barbie to be sexy. Nor do we tend to wash our cars in string bikinis and stilletos, but that is another story.
The kid who a few years ago, complained about stupid women being in his car magazines, finally gets it, and gets it too well.
Why can't he stay innocent just a little longer??
I need more tylenol.
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Music of the mind: :
~*~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.