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Wednesday, March 15, 2006 ----- i have a.d.d.
so i think that i realized that i have a.d.d. i don't know why i just realized it...i think i have known it for awhile, but until yesterdays entry i now know for sure...i was so grouchy about that whole jenn and zach shit. i talked to him last night though and he said she called my entry to him a bunch of bullshit...fuck her. he told her that she was just pissed cause it was the truth. which i think is funny, cause it is true...she is playing games, and she got called out. anyhoo, i don't want to get into that again.
i think i will go w/ random thoughts for the day again:
hmmmm...now my mind is blank for once.
i wish i had a job, yet i don't want to work. i like the fact that i get to stay home and be here for the kids. i like to get up in the morning and do our thing. i never was a morning person until i quit my job. it's like now that i know i don't have to work, i want to get up. i don't mind it. today was a crazy morning though...little boy reese is NOT a morning person. he was being so lazy this morning...and then he didn't do his homework yesterday!! little punk head. here i was playing ps2 w/ him yesterday thinking that he had done it, cause michael checked it. leave it to a man to check his homework...LOL anyway...he was being mr. lazy bunns this morning and it put me behind. he had to do his homework really fast, and i hate to rush in the morning. i hate to be grouchy w/ them in the morning. my mom used to always wake us up in the morning screaming and bitching...i swore that i would never be like that...so far i have stuck to it. i always tell my kids that i love them and give them a kiss and tell em to have a good day...no matter what. even mr. j.j. who is in the "bad" school right now. reesie says that he will never go to the bad school. i hope not. he said that the kids that go to school look mean. LOL it's true.
so next subject...yesterday was steak and bj day. we missed out. LOL i told michael that i'd have to make it up to him. NOT i'm not making it up to him. so if jay is reading this, he'll have to get sylvia to make it up to him too...LOL what the hell do i get out of it??? a good steak maybe, cause michael makes the bomb steaks...
next subject...tyra is on. this show sucks ass. i never watch it..but, today is funny. it's about secrets. it's stupid though because this girl just told her boyfriend that she is a slob, and he's a neat freak. it's retarded...that is a stupid ass secret. the next one might be better. this guy has 6 girlfriends, no job, no house, and no bling bling...he's about to come clean to his girlfriend...one of them anyway. damn, i need a job.
i'm tired...i'm going back to sleep...cause i'm a loser, and i need a job. a job that doesn't deal with customers...a job like ironing clothes...LOL that way i could just work and get paid and not deal w/ people. i really wish that i could be a dancer again. i had fun doing that. it was like...i love to dance and i got paid for it. the only thing though was that i hated being on first stage. i didn't mind 2nd or 3rd, but first stage was like the center of attention stage, and i hate to be the center of attention. but the other thing i hated was talking to the perverted men. i liked talking to the women that would come up there...but not the guys. the guys, especially the mexican ones that didn't speak english or tip good used to aggravate me. maybe i could be like a go go dancer in a cage somewhere...LOL i dream too much. i'm going to sleep. this show sucks ass...
*patty*
me.
Sometimes I'm mad at the world, and I take it out on everyone around me...but for the most part, I'm happy with my life...
But I am a dreamer...I am a MOM, a WIFE, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a cousin, a grandaughter, a neice, a hardworker, a true friend,
a nag, lazy, mean, bitchy, bossy and hard to deal with, but that's me...
I'm me, no matter what that may be....you can either love me, or hate me...
Did you know that every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...
I've learned you gotta live your life to it's fullest, cause tomorrow is not promised to us, we gotta take each day and live it like it was our last.
I wanna LOVE my husband like he's never been loved, I wanna be the best mom that I can be to my kids.
I wanna ROCK OUT, WITH MY CROTCH OUT (not literally)...I don't want to have one single regret the day that I die...
I want for people to remember me...
When I grow up, I want to be a photographer...I want to take beautiful pictures of people...it's just my silly dream, don't know if I'll ever get around to doing it....one day Patty, one day...
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