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 ...

Ok so Bryant and I spent some quality time together tonight watching Serpent and the Rainbow, then he wanted to google "voodoo" and find out more about it. It is odd what will strike a kids fancy but I told him not to screw with the religion, he will find himself in a dark place. Things have been going. School will be done in 7 days and I cannot wait. I am worried though becuase the people in my Wednesday night group have not been communicating and I am not sure if we are presenting tomorrow night or next week.

I figure now that my son is 14 years old I can start sharing the story of how he was born. I think I have forgotten the pain by now. I married his dad in 1990. I knew him for a short while and we got along great. As the years went on we also got along great as long as we were not in the same room. He travelled alot with work, and at that time there was no email, phones or gadgets on aircraft carriers. Just the old fashioned mail system. so we grew apart and I wanted to live and he wanted to party. I was pregnant many times, each time getting alittle farther along and each time crying my eyeballs out for months after until i got pregnant again. I was married to a person who had no feelings, who did not want to listen and who had better things to do. I had to cope on my own, and I was young too. Oh well. So I get all the genetics testing done and the doctors says... your immune system is killling the fetus. Ok got it, so what do I do to make it stay. STERIODS baby. wonderful...

So i joined Spark people, this should be interesting since I have no idea who half of these people are who I am sharing my dark secrets that need to stay in the closet. heh. Holidays were grand and I am really looking forward to the new years. But like everyone and thier mother, they will have the same weight loss goals and herds of fat people like me will go to the gym and try to work out everyday and the gym will be packed, and I dressed in an oversized t-shirt so my flab dont show will hopefully blend in and not be noticed by the hot man over there, you know, the one with the bit of grey in his hair... But then again maybe I will make a friend and we can drool over the men. HAH

All morning I have been looking through blogs and it is only giving me ones from other countries. Things are kinda slow at work today. I am catching up on alot of things that have been on the back burner. Newsletter Hello!!! The crazy woman has been telling people that she was puking all night, and in between sentences she is having thick coughs.. gross. I think that I am going to die here because if I don't catch something then one of her boyfriends are going to come into here and start shooting people away. OMG now she thinks that she may be pregnant. yet, she had her tubes tied and he got her period 2 weeks ago. I swear some people when they have these discussions they should go into an office. And she was/is now discussing gross stuff