Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Happy May-day
Hello everyone,
well, so far the deal between my best friend and I is working, i reminded her to write just now and we are doing it...yay...blogging together apart, its a miracle. Well, I spoke to my husband about his attitude lately and he only reinforced that it was stress. Something I kind of already knew, but its always nice to know for sure. Tonight i am going to try to put the boy to sleep in his own bed, I will let you know how it goes. I think that he is also missing his personal time with his wife.
I'm trying to show him that I love him. This is going to be hard for both of us, but I want and need him to learn that he can do it, that he
doesn't need mommy for everything. Wish me luck.
well, I think I may have to get out of the
breast milk business, its lucrative and easy, but I am only dealing in perverts and
weirdos. It
isn't all that bad, but regular peoples attitudes are bad enough, when you get a mad man
fiending for some booby juice things can get extremely
hostile. But I
don't know, like I said, It is easy money and free to supply...So I may have to rethink that.
Does anyone know what the significance of mayday is? I have no idea. The only thing I can remember about mayday is a story from kindergarten...wanna hear,
OJ...since you asked so nicely. In my elementary there were only two kindergarten teachers. Mrs
Mackey, and the other one....(can you guess which one I had??
lol) Well, my best friend at the time was in the other teachers class and I was in Mrs
Mackey's class. The other teacher always did really
fun things, like going on the teddy bear picnic, taking field trips to the big kid
part of the school and even baking cookies...yeah, can you believe it, they baked cookies, and we were in the classroom right next door so we could smell all of the yummy cookies, but we
couldn't bake...we had to
freakin color or some other crap (can you tell I'm still a bit bitter?) The change came on Mayday. My teacher set up a Maypole on the kindergarten playground and only our class got to walk around the maypole. The other class (including that snivelling little brat
Marquisa) all came outside to watch, and it felt great. They wanted to be us for once. The tables had turned. I mean hey, it
wasn't cookies, but
damnit we got the maypole. So, just remember (as I do) when people are trying to make you jealous or to make you feel like you
aren't as good, that everyone will get their day on the maypole.
TTYLLabels: confessions
Posted by ME at 8:50 PM
c1mments!
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