I’m done with this blog.
I’m not going to be a drama queen about it, I just have my reasons.
I do blog nearly every day on MySpace (www.myspace.com/valeriewk) although I’ve had to make that private as well. Friend request me if you want to read… although most of you are already friends.
I have a few things to be thankful for, but it isn’t really appropriate to thank Jesus for them, because some of them aren’t exactly… nice. So here goes. I guess I’m just generally thankful to whatever wants to listen.
Thank you for giving me enough brains to know that I’m not that smart.
Thank you for giving me the realization that I am a mother, and I need to act like a grown-ass woman.
Thank you for keeping those PTA moms away from me at Math Night tonight. I don’t like those hags.
Thank you for making me a night-time person.
Thank you for helping me to get that bad, bad person out of my life.
Thank you for inspiring my husband to drink more tequila. He’s so much easier to get along with.
Thank you for a husband who knows I’m joking.
Thank you for friends that are not stupid.
Thank you for my stupid friends.
Thank you for theatre, music, and the arts.
Thank you for my job.
Now some things I would like to ask for:
Please help me get skinnier. (As a side note: I am now eating lots of carrots… soaked in jalepeno juice for like, three days. They’re good that way… almost as good as milkshake)
Please help mothers to realize they are, in fact, grown-ass women and need to act as such.
Please make Shane realize that Lawton sucks ass, and we really, really don’t need to go back there, ever.
Please clean my bathroom.
While you’re at it, please clean my entire house.
Please help my sister to hold that baby until I can get there.
Please help that baby once it comes out.
Please get some good writers for the WWE. This crap is bad.
Please, someone, go torture the PAC-10 refs.
Please render Kevin Federline deaf and dumb sometime before he tries it again.
Please help George Bush.
OK, I think I’m good for now.
I curse too much. I am a hypochrondriac. I eat a lot of junk food. I am daydreaming when you are talking to me. I’m not fond of many people. I’m easily amused, and even more easily bored.
That last reason is why I’ve let the blog fall off these days. I’m just bored of it. I will log on with so much to say, and by the time I’ve typed one paragraph, I’m already ready to move on to the next subject. Staying focused on one issue is quite a hassle, and so I delete more blogs than I post because I have deemed them too flighty. You see, I am already bored of this one.
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J. called Becca yesterday. It was the first time since she got back from the summer that he called. She didn’t talk to him that long, and ended up talking to her stepmother for most of the call. I have a lot of things I could say about this, but I won’t. I’m going to narrow it down to one thing: I think Bec’s stepmom really does care about what Rebecca is doing, and I appreciate that. I can’t say as much about J.
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For those of you unaware, I am lactating. It’s the funniest thing ever, and came out of nowhere with no reason.
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I’m not as chubby as I thought I was. I went to the doc yesterday and got on the dreaded scale. Ends up, I’m ABOUT 15 pounds lighter than I had guessed. I love it when I overestimate my weight, because it feels like I just lost a lot all the sudden. Now if I could lose about 20 more, I would be smashing.
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I’ve found a new love: Yak. Isn’t that a sweet animal? I’ve not determined what it is actually used for. Shane says they pull plows… but I thought that was all tractor-done these days.. plus an Ox and a Yak are not the same thing. Oxen plow fields. It’s like a giant cow with a lot of dreadlocks. What’s not to love?
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I read my butt off this summer, and now I can’t seem to finish this book. It’s a good one, I’m just tired of reading so much. I’m tired of a lot of things.
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I’m tired of this.
I’ve been on quite the reading kick here lately, since television really has become one giant waste of time (at least for another 19 days). On that subject: did anyone watch the VMA’s? I most certainly did not, but I did catch some performances on YouTube, and I must say that Christina Aguilera can sing her ass off…. but that is not the subject at hand, so I digress.
I just started a book called A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I’m on page 35, and it is already one of the most poignant things I’ve ever read. The title is quite presumptuous, and the author does poke fun at that in the acknowledgements section (which is great). It is a memoir loosely based on real life happenings to Dave Eggers as both his parents die from cancer and he is left to raise his seven year old brother. Like I said, I’m only 35 pages into it, and I’ve already laughed and cried. The guy wasted no time. I’ve came to realize that it is not really the story in a book that is so important, it is the way the story is told. This is a well-told story.
Now, in other news: Rebecca is moving up a grade for the reading portions of her class, because she is so far ahead. She must take after me. I’m also considering taking a school-board position, because there is one vacant at her school. I’m debating on whether I have enough time, or even want the responsibility. I’m getting myself into a lot of things, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to multi-task enough. I really do believe myself to have ADHD or something, being that I want to run off into seven different directions and fill up every possible second of my schedule. If I’m not working, I’m volunteering, at some meeting, at a football game, or at the gym. I think that at the heart of it, I feel quite useless. I don’t like sitting. I would rather be out doing something productive I guess. I used to sleep all the time, but since I’m getting older, I rarely sleep more than six hours a night…. I figure I can sleep when I’m thirty.
It’s time for some college football!! I have Notre Dame to win it all this year, and I would have had Oklahoma.. but our quarterback is an idiot who is now being made to sit on the bench at none other than the world-famous Sam Houston State University. Good job Rhett. Good job, you drunk, stupid, rich-boy idiot. Strong work.
