NOT.

Last month her son had Lyme Disease too.  Good god.

Ok, enough about that...

JDRW had a tick.  He complained that his armpit was hurting.  Of course, we just figured he was playing too rough...but then I was in the tub and he had to pee, and he was wearing footie jammies, and he says "mom, I think something bit me on my elbow", and I look and sure enough...there's a fucking tick on his back, just under his arm.  Fuck.  So Magnum gets it out, and puts it in a baggie and we'll take it to the doctor tomorrow.   I think it's been there since Sunday (having an independent kid who likes to bathe himself and dress himself has its drawbacks...who knew?) but Magnum, of course, says it coulda just got there today.  But it looks icky.  I've never seen a tick bite look so icky.  So, I'm sure JDRW will start on an antibiotic tomorrow.

Oh, and I got 100 on my math test.  Isn't THAT a little bit afuckingmazing?

And, one more whine before I go...

You have a runny nose.  That is NOT swine flu.
You have a cold.  That is NOT swine flu.
You have the flu.  That is NOT swine flu.
You have a mosquito bite.  That is NOT swine flu.
This is swine flu.

Fuck me people. 

FFS

So, why don't you text back and say:  I don't fucking care???

Ugh.

Magnum said Two texted him to tell him that her whole family has H1N1.  N1H1?

First of all, No, they don't. 

Second of all, why does he care?  For fuck's sake...

Mommy.

Two things: 
1st:  My mother and I are not what anyone would call close.  We never were "best friends".  The most we did when I was younger was tolerate each other.  Now that we've both grown older, we get along and talk pretty regularly (like once every two weeks is regularly to me). 
2nd:  I rarely get so sick that I can't get out of bed.

A few weeks ago I got food poisioned, and it was Monday morning and I told Magnum I didn't think I could get up for work, and he made some comment about how he was sorry that he had to go to work. And, then I said "I need my mom."

Either he knew then that I was on the brink of death because I said I needed my mother, OR, he feared I might call her and she might actually show up on our doorstep.

Either way, Magnum let me stay in bed all day, waited on me, brought me drinks and soup, and ran the business all day.

So, I guess the magic words for me to stay in bed all day are not "but I need you baby" or "I'm so sick"...nope, all I gotta say is "Mommy?" and he comes runnin'.  :)

Cold.

I live in NY.  My three teenagers have chosen to live in IL with their father.  I can't say I blame them.  Well, not the father part...but the family part.  In IL they have grandma's and aunts and uncles and tons of cousins.

People ask me how they are doing.  I tell them they are doing fine.  And they are.  But, I don't check up on them.  They are my friends on facebook, but I rarely look at their pages. 

Is that weird?

Why don't I talk to them more often?

Because it sucks and I miss them.  :(  I don't think people get that sometimes.  I think sometimes people think I'm kinda "cold" when it comes to my kids.  But really, I'm not.  I just...know they are safe and healthy and happy...and that's good for me. 

All for now...peace.

Disorderly Conduct.

I am a classic case of...I want I want I want I get I don't want anymore.  WTF is wrong with me?

I've been flirting and teasing this client of mine for weeks and then I get in a little snuggle, and poof.  The attraction is gone.  Ugh.

In other news...

I can't do things if Magnum knows I'm trying.  Let me explain...

I joined the Y last February.  I went religiously, at least twice a week, if not more.  I loved it.  And then, Magnum started going with me.  We went twice together, and I never went back.

I was doing the healthy thing, and I told Magnum, and a few days later I was eating a cookie and he said "you're slippin'" and it's been downhill ever since.

Roller Derby.  I was all gung ho about it.  I was going to do it, no matter what.  Except I mentioned to Magnum that I was thinking about joining, and now, I'm not even the slightest bit interested.

So, tell me, what psychological disorder do I have?  I expect him to expect me to fail, and I do.  Right?

Fib.

Fibonacci Numbers are fascinating.

Traded?

Yesterday Magnum and I had an adult conversation!  Something was said about him dating...and I said, well none of the other girls bother me...just Two.  And then I said, "but that may be negotiable".

That got his attention.

I told him I might be willing to trade Two for Ogre.

What?

They aren't slaves?  You can't just trade relationships.  How immature and silly.  Right?

But, see, I realized something over the weekend.

It isn't necessarily Two that is the problem.  And it isn't necessarily Magnum's relationship with Two.  It's that Two thinks she's getting away with something.   And, that seems to be what bothers me.  So, isn't the hang up mine? 

I think I was ready to deal with Magnum & Two.  The Ogre trade is just a bonus.

And, I like Ogre.  That's not to say that he likes me, any more than any other person.  I know he makes me smile, even when I don't want to?  Although he *hugs* a lot and I'm so not good with people being exceptionally nice to me.  :)

I think just thinking there might be something there...gives me comfort? 

Is this wrong? 

Oh and note to self:  Huge Pile Of Leaves = Huge Area For Four Year Old To Lose Shoes.