Me. And my alter ego, Eris, Goddess of Chaos.
Anyhoo, it has been a long two weeks. Sofia left, I got sick, then sick again. Don went to New York, Stephanie went to Lansing, the girls went nuts and I went, well, nowhere warm.
The lady who owns the local bead shop looked at me and said, "Dang girl! You are *SKINNY*!" I will be spending more money in her store.
Fibro flair-ups suck...the flu sucks. Having both at the same time, triple dog sucks.
We are having another snow storm tonight. Possible 6 to 10 inches. Thank goodness. That warm weather is for wimps.
A shirt the other day read: Detroit. You aren't strong enough to live here. I have one: Detroit. Don't be dumb enough to move here.
Know something cool: when you husband and oldest daughter can go to the store, see a pretty shirt, they bring it home and it fits perfectly. Not being a 3x anymore rocks.
I need to start using my creativity as an outlet more often. Cabin fever and Spring-is-never-going-to-fucking-come fever is killing me. If I don't hone that anger, something may die.
A parent and a teacher at work blamed us noon aides for issues in their classrooms. The first one, a known dumbass freak, says we bullied her son. First of all, I don't bully any child ever, but I do discipline. Second, her son is a total shithead and, if he were bullied by someone, he deserved it. The second one with the teacher, she got angry because her useless piece of shit parapro (read lazy ass babysitter) was asked to keep an eye on the classroom for a whole 15 minutes when we were down from 8 noon aides to 3 for an entire school. The puta complained. I hope she gets leprosy and her great big bubble butt falls off, then goes zombie and eats her.
But I harbor no ill will.
I need some aspirin...maybe a beer. Yeah, that works.
Have a great week y'all. I am certainly going to try to.
Peace, Love and (chaos is my middle name) Zombies \IiiI