It's a beautiful day, and I've been convicted to write. I have decided to contact a few sources, and check into freelance writing. Daughter number one got out of jail today, and says she's ready to make a new, better start, She has GOALS. Those are really important if you truly wish to change anything, achieve anything. Here's to hope. 

Got a new puppy, because the one we had, and loved dearly got hit by a car. Second night in for the pup.. her name is Abby.... SHE CHEWED MY HUSBANDS GLASSES! Oh my, this is not going to be purdy. 

Got the boy a brand new bedroom suite, and in the process of setting it up, we find yet another nudie magazine. He's 13. I know everyone gets curious.. and I know that if you ever make the child feel shame for the curiosity or sexuality you can damage their natural self confidence about it... Ok, so how then do I go about making him understand that curiosity is acceptable, but slutt magazines are not? Any suggestions? 

O, one last thing. I might have thyroid cancer.  

It all started when...

I think maybe I'm trying this because it is cheaper than therapy. 
Anyways, here goes. 
I am a 36 year old, mother of three, married to a man that fucked a goddamn dot head, stuck in the house, some days happy, some days not, grandmother of one in CPS, swore to never hate, but have bent a little for dot heads and caseworkers, take a xanax (or more) a day woman. I drink sometimes too. More and more often, come to think of it. Never in excess, any more. Usually just enough to get my don't give a fuck going. I've come to the conclusion, today, that life pretty much fucking sucks. Gas $4 a gallon, grocery prices through the roof, employment scarce, out of control government, and no hope in sight. 
A DOT HEAD? SERIOUSLY? Couldn't you insult me with a blonde babe with big tits and a tight ass? Nooooo, let's pick the woman that always smells like fucking armpits, or whatever that fucking Indian shit is and happens to work for you, and top it off a huge dose of SHE'S FUCKING OLD. 
Yep, I'm here to bitch. Today, anyway. Tomorrow I may want to tell a joke, or be inspiring. Today... I have been beat with the "who fucking gives a shit, it's all hopeless, and then you die" momentum.