i didn’t forget my contest, i’ve just had trouble keeping up. really? only having one hand just blows. anyway, those who participated made me laugh. thank you for that.
the winner is psychmamma with: “One minute you were playing slots in Vegas & the next thing you knew, you woke up topless, with a chicken in your room, a Chinese man in your trunk, and a sprained thumb, but you can’t remember anything.” really, i never could have come up with this.
runner ups were: You were adjusting your bra strap in the car, when you hit a bump. The forward/downward momentum of the girls sprained your thumb before you could get it free of the strap. also by psychmama.
and: Or you drank so much Starbucks that you sprained your wrist? from mo. snort. you is very funneh lady.
i’ve been telling people that a pirate attacked me in a text message. lol. the truth is i broke my thumb badly about 20 months ago, while seven months pregnant with harrison. fun times. when i hit it, on god only knows what, a week or so ago, i thought oh it’s not as bad as before, so it’s fine. well after about five days of that, i went to the doctor. because yeah. it hurts. it’s swollen. it doesn’t bend so well. which is to say, much at all. luckily it’s not broken this time, just f’ed up.
i really want to thank all of you for your comments in my last post. there is a lot of childhood stuff in my face right now. i’m trying to deal with it. but it’s hard. with the divorce and child sharing and all of that, this some days seems like too much. problem is, when i opened the closet door in september, (which was when i wrote the VU post) i haven’t yet been able to close the dam door.
anyway, thank you. all of you.
i have almost no contact with my dad and step-mom. they don’t know my kids, which is more their choice than mine. but it doesn’t make this stuff easier to deal with.
my mom is awesome. she was (is) a great mom. but busy, very busy. she had kids to raise. she went back to school when i was eight years old. got her bachelors, then her masters and finally a PhD. she did a good job with us kids, but we weren’t with her all the time. she did the best she could. she is the reason i’m a functioning adult. she’s amazing. but she and my dad/step-mom never got along. i kept my mouth shut on a lot of things, partially because it’s my personality, but mostly because i didn’t want to cause more drama than their already was. not the best idea i suppose, but it is what it is.
shrug. i was six years old when my dad moved in with my step-mom. things that happened, i didn’t have the words to explain then. and as time goes on, you start to believe what is said about you as a child. anyway….i’m sure i will be in therapy for a long while. but again thank you, each of you for supporting me right now. i know their are many more entertaining people to read, but i’m grateful to each of you who read my words.
okay, i’m done now. psychmamma, congrats darlin. send me your email and let me know if you’d like starbucks/itunes/jamba juice. choice is yours love. thanks for making me laugh.
