What a Thought

"Dating means hiding all your flaws.

A relationship means hiding your disappointments.

Marriage means hiding all your sins."

Delicious hypocrisy, is it not?

I forget where I heard this one, but wow the ramifications.

Babysitting Merry-Go-Round

I wonder if anyone else feels dizzy from jumping from one thing to another in maintaining relationships with people.  I find it hard escaping my electronic tethers which seem to bore themselves deeper into my personal life with each new advent of technology.  I love to hate my phone.  I feel like its an endless cycle of people to keep up with and instead of organizing my life, the phone makes it more chaotic.

First thing, family.  I love them.  I need them.  If I don't call constantly, I'm useless or better stated, a brick.

Then Facebook.  I loathe Facebook and the people that need ego strokes.

Then my email boxes.  I have to have Google for my android phone.  Two inboxes.  Miss a couple of days and its a nightmare.

Writing emails just stinks.

I love my blog, but with the above mentioned items hanging over me, getting to blog is a luxury.

Right now I have two huge people problems looming over me.  My mother and the friend that just flipped things to uncomfortable... and I don't know what to do.

Sometimes I find not knowing is better than the pressure of on the spot response.  *sigh*

You just can't hide out

I wish I could hide out from all the people on my electronic tether... I mean phone.

Nothing works in family evasion.

And this clip from Madagascar 3 sums it up for me.

Going through School a Second Time: Ground Up

My daughter is an amazing little girl.  It takes a lot to go through school and navigate everything.  Everything not just reading and writing, but math and bullies, and clothes and still managing to be a little girl.

I let my past get in the way of things.  My parents were drill sergeants and in some ways, they traumatized me into ignoring the fact my kid needs the best of me.

She told me today that her reading and spelling were so good because I help her.  I am in tears.  She knows just what to say sometimes.

She needs help with math right now.  I promised her she'd wipe the floor with math.  It's a promise I mean to keep.

The thing is, I'm not talking about a middle school kid.  I'm talking about my brilliant first grader.  Who wants to ace gumball math.  Which is timed addition and subtraction.

Here we go world.  Leave the past in your behind, as Pumba always said.

New Account Thought

I happened to be on twitter (don't judge me) and FAT AMY @RelatableQuote said something to the effect of messing up her life and wanted to find information or a way to get a new account (life).  It was meant as a poke at society for fun, yes I know, but...

I laughed and laughed and laughed.

It made me go check out the profile page for Fat Amy ... and laughed some more because Fat Amy wanted to be sure we knew that was not her name...(I knew it wasn't but I'll bet a ton of idiots made that statement absolutely HAVE to be there) ...

Laugh Laugh.  Not at the profile, but the gears it made turn.  Wow.

The irony is that none of our accounts are the real us.  They represent who we are for a small period of time.. and no matter where we try to delete or redo, we were still there.  Evidence planted and noted.  It stinks not to be able to be truly anonymous or start over.  Truth is world:  Only the Holy trinity of credit score Gods really knows who you are, where you've been, how long and just how bad you messed it up.  

No new accounts, as all is remembered.  Every name, date, place and time.  You think seven years right?  The Gods forget after that.  Sadly...nooooooo...

The IRS takes up where the seven year clause leaves off.  Eternal purgatory for some, hell for others... it depends on perspective and whether or not we really need a house, vehicle, apartment, license, insurance or job...

New accounts...

May monkeys fly out of my butt (with a 1099 Form).