Armed with Cheesecake and Vodka, World Watch Out, I'm Back!

So I was reading a post on another blog that I read religiously, and she was talking about how her son fell off a stool and landing on his head. God, as soon as I read that I was floating back in time to when I moved into a house in Idaho, great house right on a creek, and I was in the kitchen unpacking all of the crap I owned. Bryant was 2 at the time and he was dancing in the living room to the music that was playing (Actually it was Barney but I try to block that out of my mind as well) and all of a sudden I heard the noise... a huge thump... the silence... I stood there in the kitchen and waited... scared to go out and see... then fast forward the screams started and I awoke from my shock. I ran to the living room and saw the blood squirting from his head like a pulse and Bryant was crying... I scooped him up and took him in the kitchen. Thank god all of my teaching came handy and I knew that head wounds bleed alot.. ALOT.. so then I held a towel to his head and consoled him. ...

ESTJs thrive on order and continuity. Being extraverted, their focus involves organization of people, which translates into supervision. While ENTJs enjoy organizing and mobilizing people according to their own theories and tactically based agendas, ESTJs are content to enforce "the rules," often dictated by tradition or handed down from a higher authority. ESTJs are joiners. They seek out like-minded companions in clubs, civic groups, churches and other service organizations. The need for belonging is woven into the fiber of SJs. The family likewise is a central focus for ESTJs, and attendance at such events as weddings, funerals and family reunions is obligatory. Tradition is important to the ESTJ. Holidays, birthdays and other annual celebrations are remembered and observed often religiously by this type. The ESTJ is inclined to seek out his roots, to trace the family heritage back to honored ancestors both for a sense of family respectability and for a sense of security a...

Well the weekend was good, very boring but good. I was thinking that I have not had sex since November. I think by listening to my son ask questions about sex, girls, sex, money, sex, and other things unremembered that I have been abstaining to teach him that abstienance rules!!! He first asked me is doggie style is anal sex. I said no. I did not say anything else until provoked. I did not make eye contact, yes I wanted to avoid this and just tell him, "Say no to drugs and sex", but I had to make sure I was as open as I could be and of course I could hear nothing with my head buried deep in the shag carpet.. speaking of which, who spilled the koolaid. Koolaid was so much simplier time, laughing and kissing boo boos. I get slapped back to reality when he says, "Well, what it is?" What is what I ask... you know... doggie style, omg I had to go there, why cant he wait till his father comes home? Ok I manage to tell him, next thing I know he is rolling around on ...