Frags from my fickle brain:
- I'm splitting time between "my" house and Jill's apartment. Cathy has also offered shelter, so I'll likely be hanging there, too. This is the result of my being tired of getting the shit end of the stick. Also the result of not receiving enough $$ to properly care for the kids/dog/house. So, if you can't help me out, you do it. I'm at the house during the day, and on nights when the ex and the kids are elsewhere. Don't ask me where...again, not going there.
- I'm about to ramp up my skincare routine. My face and chest are a mess. My skin is so gross and oily and clogged and zitty. I am about to go postal about it. I've gotten some skincare advice from friends and am going to try out some less-expensive products first (cause I have no other choice, basically). I hope I can find a solution soon.
- Two out of three kids had diarrhea last night, through the night, for their dad. Do I feel bad that I was soundly sleeping in another city? Nope. Do I feel a little triumphant that he's literally getting the shit end of the stick now? You guess.
- Have not heard back about most recent interview yet. Trying hard not to feel discouraged.
- Have an appointment with my attorney Monday afternoon. I look forward to it and dread it. I like to get things done, but I hate controversy. And there's plenty of that to go 'round. Unfortunately.
- 45 thousand giant, furry bumblebees are terrorizing my neighborhood. And I don't like it, because I'm a scared little wussy about them.
- Dear Children, I'm so sorry I gave you shitty skin. Love, Mom. The boys both get dry, cracked hands & wrists like me. Poor Claire has eczema.
- Just so you know, on my way home this morning, I was in front of a black truck with major flames on the hood. And one of those added-on vent things on the hood. And the truck was lower than normal. Don't know what that's called. And the rims were not factory-installed. Also, it was pulling a wooden flatbed-type trailer with two four-wheelers on it. One of the four-wheelers had confederate flag graphics all over it.
- My friend Nicole and I got pedicures the other night. It was awesome! I loved my guy...good massager, good dead skin removal, nice paint job. And it was a relaxed, laid-back environment. Not uppity at all (kind of what I'm used to at the spa place I usually go to). Plus less expensive - Yay! Looking forward to our next one.
- Music: My sister lent me a buncha CDs so I've got lots of newer-to-me music to explore. She likes this one group, Jets to Brazil. I really don't dig them much, but one of their songs, "Cat Heaven," struck me. At first I kinda liked it. Then I didn't. And now, I can't stop listening to it, and I don't know why. It's a mystery! Also, Modest Mouse. When I first heard them, I was all repulsed. And a little scared? Why? Anyway, now I'm lovin' me some MM.
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Fragmented comments for fragmented blog -
Jets to Brazil used to be Jawbreaker and I like their stuff better. And, I was going to say that I didn't understand how you couldn't like Modest Mouse! I'm glad you have come around. I think I might make you a CD. (Equivalent to making you a mixed tape. Secretly I am hoping we can go rollerskating together.)
Being a hardass, demanding person now will only benefit you and the kids later. If you don't stick balls to the wall at this point, I am sure you will regret it.
If you ever want an escape, you have an open invitation to come here! I know airfare is expensive, but know you are welcome.
Those trucks are called low riders. (Like the song.) I recently saw a low rider that had a HUGE sticker on the back that said, "I like my girls stackedd." And, not a type on the dd. I bet that guy and your guy could be chums.
I love you, Julie! And I'd love listening to your mixed tape. Let's call it "Skatin' Music." You KNOW I'd be kicking it in Boulder in a heartbeat if I could. Thanks so much for the offer. Also, thanks for the truck schoolin'. You're so smart.
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