It would be cool if it was born on Halloween!!

First off, I am absolutely overjoyed because I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT AGAIN!! Tony, don't freak out, it's not one of your ho's. AMY O'IGLEHEART IS PREGNANT! I am so excited.....actually, i'm ecstatic. I can't even attempt to put it into any more words, so I'll just have you click here. Ok, fine, so I don't know what that was, but I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!

Now for something completely different, and no I'm not bipolar....this is an issue that I talk about only to a rare few that I'm going to spill on here, mainly because it's in my head, I'm hurt and pissed, and as soon as I've vented hopefully I'll feel better. Set free from the chains-ah that have bound-ah me for so loonnnng-ah!! (Think of a southern baptist preacher and re-read that last sentence. I swear, laughter will ensue.)
For those of you that know me, the next sentence will make you roll your eyes. But I swear I am done. I am done with my mom. Done. Kaput. Fin.

It's as simple as this, no sugar coating, no extra drama, no way you can say I was lying when you read this and tell her it's on here: She lives 3 hours from here. She was in town today for a long while. I called her (just a "what's up?" call) and she said she was on her way back home from Owensboro. I have two kids that are her grandkids. I'm even on Prozac now and this pissed me off. I'm to the point where I don't even know what to feel when it comes to her anymore, so it's just easier to take my pink eraser and erase it from my brain. My uncle left my aunt after 31 years of marriage for a woman almost 20 years younger. It happens. Also none of my business. Her concern lied more with meeting this "new girl" and getting all in their business rather than seeing her own grandkids. I don't get it, and frankly, it's soooo much easier not to give a shit anymore.

Allrighty!!

I know I'm getting old when I'm excited about a road trip to Evansville to buy my kids some clothes. I remember road trips to buy me some clothes. And shoes. And cute little purses. And Weird Al memorabilia. And a trip to Studio Art. Bwahahahahahaha! Couldn't help myself.

Love to all!!