For some reason I was able to bring the old blog back up. I'll move these posts over there.
Really, screw the crazy lady. I like the old blog.
You know where:
bittertwinmomma.blogspot.com.
Auf wiedersehen, kids.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Catch Up.
I have to make this quick because the kids are running around.
Okay, so as some of you know in real life, I have a stalker. It's so stupid I hate to even go into it, really. I pissed someone off. I still don't know how. Mostly, she's unbalanced and she took a fancy to me, found my old blog and downloaded it, among other things. She sent me a few weird private messages on a political board I sometimes post on and made some threats. Clearly, she has issues. I'm not a big fan of internet stalking, obviously. But when she started to make me uncomfortable, I decided to find her. Oh, and find her I did. And her creepy daughter, who was helping her (and was actually the one who downloaded my blog and who is starting law school in the fall at a really bad school--I know, freaky. Oh yes, I found that out to.). Then I told her if she didn't leave me alone, I would return the favor.
So anyway, I moved the blog. I won't post any photos here of the kids (if you want to see them, there's always facebook) and I'll try to keep this blog is anonymous as possible. Honestly, the whole thing with the stalker lady is embarassing. I mean, who gets a freaking stalker from posting on a political board? Hopefully it's over and done with.
Okay, the other news is that I didn't take the bar. Most of you know that as well. I woke up Monday morning (test was Tuesday and Wednesday) and realized that I couldn't finish 4 more areas of state law in less than 24 hours. So I called and cancelled. I gave it a shot, but I just didn't have time with the kids around to study. Part of me feels like an idiot for not getting care, but to be honest, I was really freaked out about having them away from me for that long. There. I said it. I'm a wimp. I need to work on this for the February bar, because now I know that it's pretty much impossible to study with them around.
Okay, someone has a poopy diaper (and it's not me) so I'd better go. Sorry this is so rushed but I had about three minutes to do it and even then, someone pooped and managed to climb on the kitchen counters. Twice.
Back later with some . . . stuff. I still need to finish my mom-alone Disney trip report. Among other . . . stuff.
Oh, drop me a line and let me know if you want to be linked.
Later, Tators.
Okay, so as some of you know in real life, I have a stalker. It's so stupid I hate to even go into it, really. I pissed someone off. I still don't know how. Mostly, she's unbalanced and she took a fancy to me, found my old blog and downloaded it, among other things. She sent me a few weird private messages on a political board I sometimes post on and made some threats. Clearly, she has issues. I'm not a big fan of internet stalking, obviously. But when she started to make me uncomfortable, I decided to find her. Oh, and find her I did. And her creepy daughter, who was helping her (and was actually the one who downloaded my blog and who is starting law school in the fall at a really bad school--I know, freaky. Oh yes, I found that out to.). Then I told her if she didn't leave me alone, I would return the favor.
So anyway, I moved the blog. I won't post any photos here of the kids (if you want to see them, there's always facebook) and I'll try to keep this blog is anonymous as possible. Honestly, the whole thing with the stalker lady is embarassing. I mean, who gets a freaking stalker from posting on a political board? Hopefully it's over and done with.
Okay, the other news is that I didn't take the bar. Most of you know that as well. I woke up Monday morning (test was Tuesday and Wednesday) and realized that I couldn't finish 4 more areas of state law in less than 24 hours. So I called and cancelled. I gave it a shot, but I just didn't have time with the kids around to study. Part of me feels like an idiot for not getting care, but to be honest, I was really freaked out about having them away from me for that long. There. I said it. I'm a wimp. I need to work on this for the February bar, because now I know that it's pretty much impossible to study with them around.
Okay, someone has a poopy diaper (and it's not me) so I'd better go. Sorry this is so rushed but I had about three minutes to do it and even then, someone pooped and managed to climb on the kitchen counters. Twice.
Back later with some . . . stuff. I still need to finish my mom-alone Disney trip report. Among other . . . stuff.
Oh, drop me a line and let me know if you want to be linked.
Later, Tators.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
My Six Year Old is a Ladies Man.
He is already getting ready for his first date, some ten years away. We had this conversation on the way to the bus the other morning:
Kid: "Can I take Sidney to a movie when we're in high school?"
Me: "Yes, you can go out on a date when you're 16."
Kid: "I won't take her to a horror movie."
Me: "Oh, that's good. Girls don't always like those kinds of movies. You have to take her to movies that girls like. Sensitive movies."
Kid: "Like Jackie Chan movies?"
Me: "Well, that might be a bit violent for a girl."
Kid: "I never toot in front of her because she's a girl."
Me: "Oh, that's nice."
Kid: "I don't talk about butts either."
He's had a crush on this girl since last year. She used to play with him but now she's decided that he's a stinky boy. Still, he holds out hope. And refrains from farting in front of her.
Kid: "Can I take Sidney to a movie when we're in high school?"
Me: "Yes, you can go out on a date when you're 16."
Kid: "I won't take her to a horror movie."
Me: "Oh, that's good. Girls don't always like those kinds of movies. You have to take her to movies that girls like. Sensitive movies."
Kid: "Like Jackie Chan movies?"
Me: "Well, that might be a bit violent for a girl."
Kid: "I never toot in front of her because she's a girl."
Me: "Oh, that's nice."
Kid: "I don't talk about butts either."
He's had a crush on this girl since last year. She used to play with him but now she's decided that he's a stinky boy. Still, he holds out hope. And refrains from farting in front of her.
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