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<Ode to my Ex
with appologies to Tammy Wynette
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Estrogen can be a bitch
Giving all your love to just one man
As far as he knows anyway
Oh, you have bad times, and he has good times
Cause he can't let work interfer with having fun
Doing things that you don't understand
and neither does the rest of the planet
Hey, but if you love him, you'll forgive him
With a hammer in one hand, and nails in the other
Even though he's hard to understand
Cause you never took a course in testosterone, and don't speak fluent drunk
And if you love him, be proud of him
Cause he's doing the best he can, scary that it is
'Cause after all, he's just a man
But your a WOman
Stand by your man
Some one has to hold him up, when the beer reaches his brain
Give him two arms to cling to
Yardarms work great for this
And someone warm to come to
Mangy mutts love to share thier fleas
When nights are cold and lonely
It gets chilly out when you spend the night, passed out in your car
Stand by your man
Escort him to the cliff
And show the world you love him
Sorry I don't do porn
Keep giving all the love you can
Just make sure you hide the checkbook
Stand by your man
Until he finds someone younger, blonder and easier and you can make him HER problem
Can we tell that Holly is having one hell of a mood today!! I almost fell apart at work today. I get there and S* is in my cube again. I sat at the one she usually sits at only to find out, it doesn't like the LAN. I go to another cube and get on fine, only to discover there is no internet, except for UPS and USPS. I am still stressing about my car, and insurance etc.., Warren still hasn't answered the phone. (he was tired and daycare is only four blocks away, so he slept in a bit, before roller blading to daycare), None of my stuff was where I could find it, and then I get informed I'm supposed to be in a meeting that no one bothered to inform me of.
Then things got a bit better, I was able to move to C* 's(the one whose husband is opening the hair salon)cube, and I had my precious internet back. The rest of the day was pretty good. (And I won a bendy pen at the "safety meeting" for being able to pick up a box with proper lifting procedure. (yeah a real instituion of higher learning), and then I get home, to discover rat bastard was here again, and the mayor of moron county still hasnt' turned himself in. And he the nerve to bitch me out, about dishes and asking the guy who has my car about the VIN number.
Then I sat down with my son and realized that in seven short days my baby will kiss single digits good bye forever. That ten years ago today, he was inside my tummy on the verge of being born, yet it seems like he has always been here. I look at him now, and it just all seems so unreal, or is that surreal. I'm not sure at this point.
Oh wait the umbrella and the Chesire cat, just googled my laundry so it all makes sense now.
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.