I will blog when I am good & ready to blog, dammit.

I'm ready.

What do you want to hear about?

How we've had two blizzards this winter in the DC Metro? It's ridiculous. Ricockulous even.

How Thing 2 is having a fit RIGHT NOW AT THE AGE OF SIX on the stairs because I put her in time out? "Mommy, you don't like me, but I like you." "Mommy, don't tell John!" Wugh. Just take your time out & shut it. I'm such a mean mom.

How it's the end of February & I haven't really made one concrete wedding plan? Am I afraid of comittment or something?

How I owe the IRS thousands of dollars?

How I am writing a novel, but have yet to write anything down?

How I was suckered back into Real Estate on a part time basis? And by part time, I mean, when I have the time to work which is like NEVER.

How I can't stand J's ex-wife & her bullshit? It's like playing ping pong. One minute the ball is in your little court & the next minute it's not. Only, I'm playing ping pong with her & when the ball is in my court her children, who have lacked a full time mother for a while, are happy in our household & we are doing a wonderful job in raising them. And then I knock it back to her & she goes bat shit crazy because I am stepping all over her toes trying to be their mother. Needless to say, we play our ping pong in silence because we don't speak to each other unless absolutely necessary.

How I finally filed for divorce & it will be final in a few weeks?

How I reconnected with someone from my recent past that I never thought I'd speak to again & how nice it feels to have escaped Cupid's chokehold?

How I'm hosting a birthday party & having 20 children in my house tomorrow for 2 1/2 hours & I'm not freaking out like always?

Just a few things...

Today is Thing 1 & Thing 2's 6th birthday. At this time six years ago I had just given birth to my miracle babies. And, that makes me feel good. I always get emotional on their birthday because I fought so hard to have them & keep them safe. Looking at them now, you'd never know they were 8 weeks early. Watching them grow is my greatest pleasure & they are my greatest accomplish. So.

Random thought & I hate to pair this with my mushiness, but I'm going to do just that. Lately when I'm at the gym (which is always... wedding in six months) I happen to run in to naked ladies with pubic hair 20 feet long. If you're gonna show it off, trim your bush. Please. It's awkward to me... not that they asked me. How's that for a mental picture?

And, my song for the month, because it truly says it best.