Archive for February, 2009

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jane eyre…

February 7, 2009

I just watched the masterpiece classics version of Jane Eyre…with Savannah, mom and Kati.  It was so good and romantic and beautiful and even scary at times.  I just love the part where she tells him that she doesn’t want to live far from Thorndale Hall, far from him…and he says he loves her…and  then years later she finds him again, all alone.  AAAAGH…it is such the epitomy of a victorian romance novel.  Mom, Savannah and I all laughed at how much we all totally had the hots for him because he was so dark and brooding, and had long hair, and was really sarcastic…Kati hated all the kissing parts.

It is fun to have no men around and just be girls sometimes.

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I’m thankful that I had a great evening home with my mom and Savannah.  That is pretty rare.

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my post on another blog…but this is mine…

February 5, 2009

You Have No Idea

Posted by Anonymous.

Dear Mom and Dad:

I love you and appreciate how much you have done for me and my kids, but please stop reminding me what a good girl I was and telling me how to raise my own kids. You have no idea.

I know the music they listen to is wild and crazy and yes, there are cuss words in it. YOU HAVE NO IDEA that I listened to anything other than Garth Brooks–I had a poster of Axle rose in my closet smoking a joint. I spent the night with a friend and went to a Motley Crue concert. The band that talked about shouting at the DEVIL!!!

It is really horrible that S sneaks cigarettes and hides in the woods to smoke them–how could i possibly raise such a horrible daughter that hides in the woods smoking-
I remember how good I was in the afternoons taking care of the horses out in the pasture.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I spent years in the woods “riding horses” while I was actually inhaling gasoline and spray paint fumes from paper lunch sacks, trying my best to get high from the time i was 12 years old.

I know 15 is a little young to be on birth control pills and I should teach abstinence instead of promoting sex. YOU HAVE NO IDEA–how many times i thought i was pregnant before I actually did get pregnant in high school YOU HAVE NO IDEA how many guys I had sex with. Even after all the abstinence talk (at 15 years old)

I know I should make A. get a job. He is old enough isn’t he. I know how responsible i was at 17. I remember all the money I earned at Pizza Hut and buying all my own clothes from the time i was 16. YOU HAVE NO IDEA that I sold hits of acid that i kept inside a dress on one of my teddy bears. I bought sheeets of acid in Dallas with my Pizza Hut tips and turned around and sold them for $300. I bought an entire keg for a party when I was 16. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I probably should think seriously about not letting S. use her cell phone at night, she does need her sleep. I know, I was not allowed to use the phone after 9pm and had to be in the bed by 10:30. YOU HAVE NO IDEA, I snuck out almost every night and ran to the payphone at the store down the street and within ten minutes would be at a party somewhere hanging out until dawn.

I know I should punish them for making bad grades. Yes, S. could have done better in her math class last year. I remember what a good student I was. YOU HAVE NO IDEA how many tests I stole the answers for. Everyone at school knew where to get them and paid me for them. Remember the time i got caught selling answers and failed my chemistry test during senior year? That was the only time I got caught after YEARS of stealing tests, or boinking the government teacher that lived down the street.

I know me and the kids and the psychiatrists use bipolar disorder as an excuse for bad behaivor and lazy parenting. I completely understand that even when I did go crazy and run away to Mexico at 15, and when I became suicidal and cried every day for three months that you were not going to let me make that mental illness excuse that others were making. Everyone is 100% responsible for themselves, or they should be in some kind of a home somewhere. I’m glad you let me go years and years without medication even though you knew that others in your family had committed suicide or been hospitalized. YOU HAVE NO IDEA that I self medicated from the time I was 12. You have no idea how much I suffered because I was different and crazy or so depressed I couldn’t move.

I know and remember what an awesome little girl I was. I was a credit to my parents that raised me and it is a shame that my kids are lacking. Maybe one day I will heed your advice and start disciplining my children appropriately. When that happens, we can all be glad for the advice you have given me, that helped keep my children out of the slums and off the streets.

Thank you

The daughter you know nothing about.

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telling secrets…

February 5, 2009

  Now, remember my lead motto is  What I’ve done is not who I am…but…

M.D. who i had a two year affair with in 96-98, right before I moved here, has just FB’kd me…he and I grew up together, he is a year younger, but lived down the road from me and we played basketball together as teenagers.  Anyway, I saw him at a wedding when we were both married and we ended up getting jiggy with it on the golf course—okay…that is not the first and only time I have been on that golf course with a dude..but later story…

So, we ended up spending a couple of fun years together until his wife found out and broke the news to my husband…Fuckwad exhusband…anyway.  They divorced and I divorced for diffeerent reasons…So, now Matt is as hot as ever and wants to see me in March when he comes to Austin (he is remarried)  and I am like—no, I am dying of cancer, you can’t see me, because

a.  I don’t have affairs with married men anymore
b.  Did you read the words “he is hot”…my ass and “he is hot” is not going to work well.
c.  how am i ever going to respect myself in the morning if I don’t stop having sex with men who are in reality—sleezeballs—no matter how hot, rich, talented, cool they pretend to be.

I would have given up my exercise in chastitiy years ago if I was just gonna sleep with any old ex-boyfriend/lover that jumped up and said Hi.

I’m really thankful—that I don’t have fat pictures of myself up on facebook

Summary:  yeah yeah, I used to love to have sex with married men…danger, excitement, romance and plus my husband always smelled like beer and cigarettes. 

The funny thing is I just told my best friend in C. about this, and of course she knows M. so she is in total SHOCK!