the funk [bitchy post]

this December has been the suck. It has been gray and wet and chilly instead of bright and snowy and cold. Its making everyone's body hurt and the transitions between cold and not cold are darn near intolerable for people with fibro.

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I did mention this would be a bitchy post.

In the spirit of moving on from the bitching, I will make a to do list. Today I need to:( cut for your list page )

eat, I need to make sure to eat somewhere in there

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I went into Uncle Hugo's with some books recently. I walked out with some books. Nothing new there. I stopped at the used kids shelf and noticed Skippy Jon Jones. I remember reading one to Gavin I think and busting up laughing.

Smiles are good. Take 'em where you can get them today love.

teenagers

I can say this here because I believe that none of the kids I know read this.

I hate teenagers. I hate the disrespect. I hate the firm belief that they know everything, that they are invincible, and that they will live forever. I hate the arrogance of youth. I hate the fact that some people never grow out of it.

I don't have kids. I imagine I would survive if I did but this is one of many reasons that I don't. Oh dear god I cannot stand them.

Individual teenagers that are cool do not make up for the bulk of them that are more irritating that I care to deal with. Smacking them upside the head doesn't actually accomplish anything. I have better things to do with my hands at this point.

It came up in conversation earlier today that teenagers gave me the nickname "Sister Williams" in high school. Cause I would eventually go into a convent, never find a boyfriend or get married cause no one would ever want me. Teenagers were wrong. Those same teenagers are now adults, some with teenagers of their own, and most are boring excuses for grownups. Part of me wonders if I didn't grow up interesting to spite them. No better revenge than living well. :)

This whole line of thought brought to you by Niece. By the time she out grows this phase of her life I should be much better at it so that when the rest of the kids get there I'll handle it with better grace. *sigh* I don't actually hate her. Her behaviors and mannerisms and the airs she puts on are really what I hate. Its a waste of energy. Trying to let her have her space to learn the lessons she needs to learn at her own pace. Trying to let her have the ability to fall down on her face and break a couple of teeth or bones or... Sadly its is a delicate balance between giving them enough rope to hang themselves and teaching them that using that rope really does end their life. And she's not my kid. I can't protect her. I wouldn't if she were. But I would damn well make sure that she KNEW I would be there to help her up and clean off the blood. And that is not something she has been given.