Superbowl was a dud for me. I spent Sunday pretty much in bed and sent the boys over to watch it with their dad. Did not feel good but since I had money riding on it…I TRIED to watch it. Lawrence was for the Steelers 42-24…I was for Kurt Warner, I mean the Cardinals 24-19. I was in it for Jennifer (shame on you that criticized her lip synch)…shamed at my self for Bruce watching me sleep through half time ( I LUVED those tight jeans he wore in Dancing In The Dark) and chuckled at a couple commercial’s but pretty much slept. I had my cell, house phone, remote in the bed with me and my other chil’ren laying on the floor and I was good. Except….I feel asleep thinking I had won 20 bucks only to find out, when my boys came home that I lost. That mess is crazy…
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My household is a germ infested household. All of us have been sick. Started with Okoye’s sore throat on Wednesday, Jalil’s stuffy nose on Friday and my congestion on Sunday. We’ve all been irritable but especially the boys. If one BREATHS the other one things it’s a personal attack on them. Last night they got into it and I about made a new doorway with Okoye’s head but I finally got them to retreat to separate corners. But this morning, as I was leaving I ran into the trash truck a few blocks up and I realized it was early so I called and told Okoye to tell Jalil soon as he got out of the shower to take the trash out. When I called back to talk to Jalil I asked him if he got the bin out on time and he said that Okoye had already done it. That was his apology to Jalil. I swear they act like a married couple sometimes.
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Do you find yourself celebrating odd dates? Well maybe not celebrating but remembering the anniversary dates of odd things. The date you got your first job in your career choice. First time you had sex. The first time you had kinky sex. That kind of thing. Yesterday was the wedding anniversary of my marriage that ended in divorce. WHY WHY do I keep track of that kind of thing? I think I would have been fine with remembering it if my ex hadn’t of called to make sure I was okay….ummm wtf?
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I’ve been saying ‘wtf’ a lot lately. I need to stop. But can I be blamed if there are lots of ‘wtf’ moments that need that designation??