Why do I need a fucking title

Ya, so here I am again! Did you miss me... Who am I kidding, Basically the only one who reads this is me myself and I.
Slightly stressed over Hurricane Irene. My Dad's house thats for sale is in the "A" flood zone... My mother is not leaving when she should... Obla dee obla da, whoaaaaaa life goes on.
Theres always something right? Yep!
The kids are off at the fair, first night of many to come this year. Yay kids, ride the spinny one for me, I finished work.. yay for me... now a bath and some much needed sleep!

A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. Mark Twain

At some point musta switched places with Dobby the fucking house elf.........

I've said it before and I will say it again, its the little things that matter. Small needless unimportant things, that make the difference in life. Something to show that you matter, above anything and everything else.
And yet, again, disappointment. A simple txt or bbm is too much to ask.... a quick hey I thought about you..... I fucking hate romance movies, and MSN's list of 15 things every wife/husband should do.... can totally kiss my ass.... and romantic comedies too.... Thanks Hollywood, for prepping us for the real romantic world... Oh wait, you didn't! You led us to think that all men are silly and fun and thoughtful.... and do things for you with out being asked.... and promote random acts of kindness....
Fuck off and Die movieland.

An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away, Mae West

Limited to 160 words, did u ever feel..... Like if you were to disapear, it'd make no difference to anyone?

And here we are......

I don't have much to say. I wanna scream I wanna bitch, I wanna cry.... and I have NO idea why. Time for better meds..........

Why sometimes life is like a hemmorhoid......

Ya know when you get that stinging sensation.... and we all know where.... I am of the personal belief that more often than not, Life itself is like the hemmorhoid... a slow and painful process which will more then likely still be there tomorrow, just as fucking sore as it was today..........

Food for thought.... From my demented Ambien raddled mind.....

Part of me

I'd like to be the girl I once was
it wasn't that long ago she was there
a smile on her face the wind in her hair
the pain not yet present, the age not yet there

She seems so young so very carefree
It's hard to look at her and know it was me
A life so simple, a smile so easy
A simple grace that is no longer around me

So proud and so strong, so young and so free
she doesn't recognize what she sees as I stand before her
tired and worn, ragged and torn
I know who I was, she knows not whats to come

The pain that's deep inside, the battles within
the things that make me not feel like myself within my skin.
The actual events may not seem to grim
The pain that they caused almost not able to be kept in

Family ties, old family legends and lore
the stories I'd been told, the things I'd been taught
like treasures to unfold.
I try to recall them, and share them with the kids
the things that we'd done
the places we've been
the people that we were and the homes we've lived in
The sauce that only Grandma could make
The cookies that I would help her bake

The garden so full of delish things
The tomatoes lined up in grandpas lil rings
Pumpkins and cucumbers peppers and more
all in sizes not found in the store

These things that I have left inside my head
the things you can't do now that your dead
The kids won't have the memories,
they won't know the lore, I have to pass the stories

There's things I won't know, people I can't name
Faces of people that I never knew.
Those people have the stories, those people have the key
They hold our past, they know our history

I wish that you were here ,it's selfish, I know
the reality is, the sad and grieving woman,
is what's left of me

The young and careless woman, her smile fades away
her strength is now a facade
Her hair is turning grey
Her smile's not so fast
All that she can do, is hold onto the past.