Updates, observations and "OH MY GOODNESS"
Maggie is graduating in 4 days. Yep. 4 freakin days. How can this be? Little Maggie Rose will walk across that stage and collect that diploma in 4 days. Very proud Mom. Very wistful Mom. She will graduate with honors a year early. Good kid. Her reward? A brand new car delivered to her last week. Sexy little car for a sexy little girl. She earned it. A thousand times over she's earned it. What will I do without my playmate/advisor/co-conspirator? Very wistful Mom.
The trailer that brought Maggie her car delivered one for me as well. A necessary purchase. An indulgence of sorts. Way too many buttons with unknown functions. Bright red and very fast. Her name is Barbie. Of course. We like each other.
Work is,,um,,,,,challenging. That's a good word for it. Sort of. Taking on new responsibilities. Changing my hat in some ways. Climbing through some newly opened windows. Praying the ladder will be there should I choose to retreat. Blind faith and lots of hope. Spare broom at hand for this witch to fly out on should I be disappointed yet again.
Mallory is home for the summer. She graduates next May. I cannot think about that now. One milestone at a time is all I can handle.
In the last twelve months I have bought a house and three new cars. I have ended one relationship and sent another back to the fence he was straddling. I have endured the wrath of one womans misguided anger. I have put up with the psychotic ramblings of yet another delusional female. I have kept the wolf at bay, stood my ground, protected my young and somehow managed to stay sane and keep the faith with a smile on my face. The world is officially on notice. No more. I am not contributing to the economy with any more major purchases. I am not entering into any more relationships with men with baggage unless it's a suitcase packed for a week in Tahiti,,,with me. I am not keeping my mouth closed to intellectually challenged individuals just to protect their feelings. Quite frankly, I no longer give a good damn. Got that? Sure? Good.
Life goes on at Estrogen Estates. Come visit.
The trailer that brought Maggie her car delivered one for me as well. A necessary purchase. An indulgence of sorts. Way too many buttons with unknown functions. Bright red and very fast. Her name is Barbie. Of course. We like each other.
Work is,,um,,,,,challenging. That's a good word for it. Sort of. Taking on new responsibilities. Changing my hat in some ways. Climbing through some newly opened windows. Praying the ladder will be there should I choose to retreat. Blind faith and lots of hope. Spare broom at hand for this witch to fly out on should I be disappointed yet again.
Mallory is home for the summer. She graduates next May. I cannot think about that now. One milestone at a time is all I can handle.
In the last twelve months I have bought a house and three new cars. I have ended one relationship and sent another back to the fence he was straddling. I have endured the wrath of one womans misguided anger. I have put up with the psychotic ramblings of yet another delusional female. I have kept the wolf at bay, stood my ground, protected my young and somehow managed to stay sane and keep the faith with a smile on my face. The world is officially on notice. No more. I am not contributing to the economy with any more major purchases. I am not entering into any more relationships with men with baggage unless it's a suitcase packed for a week in Tahiti,,,with me. I am not keeping my mouth closed to intellectually challenged individuals just to protect their feelings. Quite frankly, I no longer give a good damn. Got that? Sure? Good.
Life goes on at Estrogen Estates. Come visit.
posted by just me @ 11:36 AM
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