Little Miss Sunshine

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Brain Pain

Here we go again....another damn migraine. I was just thinking the other day, "I haven't had a migraine for a while, and it's been so nice". Totally jinxed myself. Nothing says "Holiday Weekend" like a migraine. I can't wait to outgrow these monsters. Of course, by that time, I will be suffering with hormonal issues beyond my control, and my vagina will probably dry up and blow away. Oh well, at least my head won't hurt.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Blog Diggidy Blog.....

Well, it's finally happened. Apparently I have come to the road in my life where it's too hard to pick up a pen and actually write on a piece of paper. Call it saving a tree, or possibly just laziness. I feel like I need to write my thoughts down, however crazy, disturbing, nasty, or just down right sappy, they might be. Who knows how long I'll be on this planet, and if this blog can leave a window open for my children to see through, I'm gonna build that window. Not that they don't know who I am, or what I'm about, but I want them to be able to see what makes me really tick. Even if it's just me bitching about people and their general lack of common decency.

I've really enjoyed Facebook for what it is, a way to stay connected, but I feel like it limits my ability to express myself. That whole status only being >so long< thing really chaps my ass. I cannot tell you how many times I've written a long status update, only to see "TOO MANY CHARACTERS". Wtf? It's like going into an orphanage, picking out a bunch of kids to adopt, only to be told, "You can pick two". So I have to go back and erase words to fit into [the box]. Maybe you haven't noticed, but I love words...all of them. I do not like to erase. Ever.

I have no idea where this blog diggidy blog is going to take me. I might write on it 10 times a day, or not at all. I like to talk...a lot, and sometimes I'm the only one that listens to me. I'll just assume that my blog is my body-less best friend that doesn't judge, only listens. I don't expect feedback, comments, or complaints. This is for me, and maybe one day, my kids, but if you feel the need to comment, that's fine, too. Honestly, I just want to be able to write, and walk away. The never ending comments on Facebook are fun, but frankly, tire me out sometimes. It's a lot of work to keep up with all the "notifications" and whatnot. Don't get me wrong, it's fun, but it takes more time than I have to give....sometimes.

Well, this was fun. Back to that mountain of laundry calling my name. Ah yes, the life of a domestic goddess is so glamorous I could just pee myself. ;-)