sindazed & confused:

Summer Vacation Begins

With a quick “I love you” and “No Sex!” the teenager boarded a plane on Sunday and my vacation began. Flat broke. With no car. So I hitched a ride to work Sunday night and while the crowd was small yet willing, I walked with very little money. However, two of our lucky and blessed to be in the right place at the right timers each walked with $800 for a mere 2 hours of work MAX. Two guys had come in about the same time as my coworkers had shown up for work, quite late, and were babbling about their own planes yadda yadda yadda. So my girlfriend and I left the place a little distraught that we hadn’t been in right place at the right time. Oh how I could’ve used $800 about then to kick off the summer with a great start!!

To make matters worse, after my girl dropped me off and left for her place, I realized I didn’t have my cell phone. And I was once again armed and dangerous. Needless to say, I wandered around my house most of the following day with a small hangover, feeling like I was in solitary confinement. Granted the dogs were here to keep me company but they aren’t much for conversation. And my mother actually stopped by for a record setting 2 minutes with some ammunition and a small bag of junk food so I wouldn’t go without major caloric intake for the day.  The visit was much appreciated. The onset of cabin fever due to a mechanically challenged vehicle has had me peering through the front door hoping to catch a door to door solicitor I can maybe pin down for conversation.

I’m joking, of course. But clearly the thought has crossed my mind. Hopefully things turn around before I find myself establishing a deep and meaningful relationship with a volleyball. However, they aren’t turning around quick enough for me to miss out on finding an article like this one. And by the way, the answer is yes. I have a plant named “Herman” that my mom gave me for Easter over 20 years ago (ouch! that hurt!!) when she herself had me locked down in solitary confinement.

Hot Under the Collar: Single Moms and Dead Beat Dads – Associated Content

Hot Under the Collar: Single Moms and Dead Beat Dads – Associated Content.

And so my delightful little 15-year-old scrambled out the door this morning with a smile on his face and a big hug for mom on the way to school right? WRONG!! Well. They way the cheery fella talked to me had me headed straight to the internet to find help. The article I linked to above sounds alot like the sperm donor that helped create that oh so sweet little tyke headed to school right now!

And yes, I know he’d say “If you don’t like it then let him live with me.” And I’d reply with “Right. Since you have always played such an active role in his life thus far huh?” I mean, hell if you’re going to be nothing more than a checkbook, then be a damn checkbook and fork up money for private school, his first car, and the college tuition you swore up and down you’d cover and was your entire reason for moving across the country in the first place!!

You can feel the love can’t ya? This past May 1st would have been 16 miserable years we’d been together. SCREW THAT CRAP.

Post Secret does it again

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I’d say that pretty much sums it up.