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Control, You Must Learn Control
Life still sucks, but sitting around on my pity pot brewing about all the awful what ifs isnt' helping. I can't change anything by stewing myself. I wish I could, life would be a lot simpler, but its just one of those things. I have no choice but to buck up, be a woman, face the music and play the hand that I am dealt. Maybe I can bluff my way to the winners circle. Lord knows I have nothing in my hand at the moment.
Leave it to my son to cheer me up. He's been out riding around checking out all the giant pipes and mudpiles around the neighborhood, (getting to our house is a bit like finding the cheese at the center of the maze). I was just getting the computer up when I hear the bell and a knock. I look outside and recognize a pink bike so I called downstairs. "Is that you, Justine" "Yes. Warren is stuck in a tree". Say what. So I ran downstairs grabbed some shoes, in time for the phone to ring. I check the caller Id, and its Mike, so I ignore the phone and run out the door. It seems my ever brialliant son (aka squirell boy) managed to climb up a tree, using picnic table as a step stool, but hadn't quite solved the logistics of how he was going to get down again. Fortunately he was almost down, so I was able to stand on the table (which was not entirely stable) and brace against the tree while holding on to him and ease him down out of the tree. Then he went riding with Justine while I went home. I needed a laugh. I told him next time I was comming with my camera, and I would leave him up there. (I wouldn't and he knows this, but we were just being silly).
Then I went home and called Mike. I dont' really want to deal with him, but I may need some favors so I have to play nice. I hate these stupid games, but our whole relationship has been nothing but a series of mind games so I have gotten good at it. I am a gold medalist in the area of mind games. One can have a big butt like mine and still be good.
there is a calzone heating up so I will be back later. I dont' want him seeing this.
Prequels ~ Sequels
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.