I told Ruth I was going to reblog my favorite (only) photo of us together. Turns out I don’t know how to reblob my own posts.
But anyways, there she is. Making ME look good!
I know I post a lot of drink pictures, but I really don’t drink all that much.
And every time I do have a drink, I sleep like crap, wake up with a headache, and swear I’m never drinking again.
I also lost my “fish taco” virginity today.
I’m so annoyed
My damn weiner kid keeps putting shirts in the laundry inside-out.
So today, I just put them on hangers inside-out.
I post the good run times. May as well post the not-so-good also.
My crabby ass lacks motivation. But now I have the rest of the day to nap.
we used to be friends
Ya ever think about the one that got away? I have been lately. I’m not living in the past, but there’s one that’s been on my mind for some reason.
I know it’s done and over, but it just ended so wrong.
and another thing…
My sixteen year old son has met my ex’s mother once. Once. In his sixteen years on this planet.
My thirteen year old son has NEVER met my ex’s mother. Never.
Parents bring you into the world, and honestly, they do their best. You can look back on it and wish it were different, but it doesn’t work that way.
My ex hasn’t spoken with her mother in over 20 years. It bugs the fuck out of me. Because my oldest son is heading down the same path with my ex. My ex is a horrible role model for my son, plain and simple. Even though I’m divorced, I want both my sons to have both parents in their lives.
So my feeling is that anyone that complains about their relationship with a parent needs to realize that each party is part of the problem. Get the fuck over yourself, quit feeling entitled, and learn to appreciate that family member before it’s too late.
I know people that would give anything to have a few moments with their parents, but cannot. Death removes that opportunity.
Happy Mother’s Day!
