On another note, I just fell out of my chair, right on to my now sore ass in front of about 10 people. So, yeah, great day. The good thing, is that rather than immediately bursting into tears, I was able to laugh, probably more than anyone else, at the situation.
My car died at lunch. So, I didn't have time to stop and get a bite to eat. I'm starving. I hope I can find someone kind enough to make me dinner tonight. Or buy me dinner tonight. I don't know if I have any groceries or not. That's how long it's been since I've cooked at Casa De Meg. My mother came and jump started me with my very own cables. (See, at least I have cables!)
Less and 20 minutes later it started storming heavily. Thank goodness I made it back to work before that. It's been raining for 3 days straight, which, is so rare, that I'm beginning to believe that the "promise" that God will never again destroy the Earth by flood is a little fishy.
And, before I forget, my daughter, who is not yet 3 years old, was brought home for the first time by the police last night. Yes, it was vandelisim and smoking pot. My daughter, my precious angel is a hoodlum. *cough, yeah right* No, she had a nightmare at her fathers and he couldn't get her to stop screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs so one of the neighboors called the police and when they got there they asked if she could be "taken to her mother" and DS said "yes, but I have no car or phone and it's pouring rain" so they brought her to me. That was interesting.
So, there you have my day. Some times it's fun to just be me, to be a single mom. Then, it would all be so much better if I had someone to share it with. They say that it all happens when you stop looking. I'm not looking for anyone. I'm just longing for someone. There's a difference. Now, if someone would let Karma know, I'd be thrilled.
Thanks.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Noah, The Ark, and a Police Man For todays real entry go here . On another note, I just fell out of my chair, right on to my now sore ass in front of about 10 people. So, yeah, great day. The good thing, is that rather than immediately bursting into tears, I was able to laugh, probably more than anyone else, at the situation. My car died at lunch. So, I didn't have time to stop and get a bite to eat. I'm starving. I hope I can find someone kind enough to make me dinner tonight. Or buy me dinner tonight. I don't know if I have any groceries or not. That's how long it's been since I've cooked at Casa De Meg. My mother came and jump started me with my very own cables. (See, at least I have cables!) Less and 20 minutes later it started storming heavily. Thank goodness I made it back to work before that. It's been raining for 3 days straight, which, is so rare, that I'm beginning to believe that the "promise" that God will never again destroy the Earth by flood is a little fishy. And, before I forget, my daughter, who is not yet 3 years old, was brought home for the first time by the police last night. Yes, it was vandelisim and smoking pot. My daughter, my precious angel is a hoodlum. *cough, yeah right* No, she had a nightmare at her fathers and he couldn't get her to stop screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs so one of the neighboors called the police and when they got there they asked if she could be "taken to her mother" and DS said "yes, but I have no car or phone and it's pouring rain" so they brought her to me. That was interesting. So, there you have my day. Some times it's fun to just be me, to be a single mom. Then, it would all be so much better if I had someone to share it with. They say that it all happens when you stop looking. I'm not looking for anyone. I'm just longing for someone. There's a difference. Now, if someone would let Karma know, I'd be thrilled. Thanks.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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