i can't think of a title....

So I'm going away for the weekend. I can't wait it's going to be such fun hanging out with the skanks and all my online friends. I'm going to try REALLY hard not to hide from cameras this time, cuz really, what does it matter?? Who am I really trying to impress?? So what if people see my pic and think snarky, ugly things - or even say them?? I am me and as long as I am happy with m e (which remains to be seen :P) that's all that matters....



right?????

the first ramble

While I was walking around barnes and noble today I came to a horrible realization. I am the ultimate cliche. I am the overweight, married with two children, working, romance novel reading, unsatisfied woman in her late 30s. I'm not sure how I ended up here..... I really don't. It's like you wake up one morning and you're no longer cool. No matter what I still think - I'm NOT 25 any more. I'm almost 37, and it really did just sneak up on me. When I look in the mirror I don't see me as I am. I see pictures of myself, or catch glimpses in a window, and I'm completely stunned because that is not what I see in the mirror. I'd like to tell myself that all of that doesn't matter - that I don't need to feel self-conscious of my weight, or my age, or my wrinkles, or how old I look at the end of the day. I'd like to tell myself that as long as I like myself it doesn't matter how the world sees me. That if I think I'm pretty, I'm beautiful. That if I think I'm fascinating, that I'm brilliant. That I think I'm a good mom, wife, employee, and person - and I actually believe it and it's true.


hmmm maybe I'll work on that tomorrow ;)

I can't believe it's been a year

so it's been a year since I've written on this... hopefully by this time no one knows it's here cuz really who's gonna want to read me whining and bitching a spewing my depressive, melancholy bullshit??? lol This is in lieu of therapy since I can't seem to get the time to go...

god help you if you end up reading this LOLOLOL