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Saturday, July 22, 2006 ----- BORED
i'm so friggin' bored. yesterday raenell saved me and took me out to the movies to see the devil wears prada. it was a cute movie. and then took me to dinner too. i felt so good being able to get away. these kids are such a drain. they asked me if i was going to take them with me. actually destiny asked me. and i was like, no way dude. i'm going out on my own. you guys can go out everyday and do shit and you choose to sit here and stare at me. that's not my fault. i tell them everyday to go and play outside, but they bitch that it's too hot. it's not that hot around evening time. but do they go outside? hell no. so now it's raining and storming and destiny says i'm going outside. i'm like, fine...but don't come back in for 30 minutes. so she's stuck out there (in the garage, more than likely) sulking cause i'm tired of this in and out bullshit. when i was a kid i was ALWAYS outside. no matter how hot it was in el paso. but these kids can't even stand the heat in 80 degree weather. i tell em' how do you think daddy feels up on the roof when it's like 120 degrees and he has to wear a uniform? but they don't get it. so anyway, i've basically had enough of their whiny bullshit. and j.j.'s tough southeast crypt bullshit. i'm about to "bust a cap" in his ass just to show him what to expect if he ever joins a gang. michael is coming home more than likely on thurs night next week. i'm long over due for a hug and some love. these kids are about to be hog tyed and duct taped. silence is golden and duct tape is silver. calgon take me the fuck away!!!! is it possible to love and hate??? cause i sure do love to hate these heathens!!! okay, seriously if you know me, then you know that i LOVE my kiddo's...but being stuck up in this fuckin' room is driving me insane. i would honestly trade places with michael in a heartbeat just to get some time to myself. so, if anyone has some kind of "freaky fiday" trick up their sleeve...or some magic potion to turn my kids into toads just for a day, so that i can catch up on some quiet time...can you give me the secret???
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*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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