Okay....so here is what has been going on.   I had to send my son home to his dad yesterday, as he has custody and his grandparents can afford a better swanky private education for him in New York.  My son is my best thing and I already miss him terribly.   I am currently not speaking to my 30 something year old boss who has managed to irk the two nerves that I have left in my body.....My job as an Admissions Rep has yielded very little reward.  

I have loads of issues with regard to who I am right now.  Lately, I have been paling around with my ex boyfriend and number one true love , but being very cautious...Yes I am in love with an idiot.....but he is the only one who really does it for me.    One day I will reveal the entire sorted detail of our great love affair...til then.....I have to go  I need to make at least another 60 phone calls before I go home.......

Trying not to go from the frying pan to the fire   pray for me

Don't believe the hype!  All of these so-called new and independent women who claim 40 is the new 30 are lying!  40 is 40 period speaking of which, they get worse at 40.   I am 43 years old and I am in good shape and not bad on the eyes either, but at night my bones ache, I have restless leg syndrome, I snore loud.

Work is no picnic either.  Everyday I am reminded that I am not 30 by some almost 30 retard who happens to be my superior without a clue constantly badgering me about minutia.  Who are these idiots?????????  I work as an admissions rep as if my morals are not already tainted enough.  I dropped out of church, my finances are in the toilet and my children annoy the hell out of me... No!!!! I am not bitter-just real

So here is my plan.  New job, hopefully something that does not involve ripping off unsuspecting neardowells. Maybe I will find something soon, but for now I am grateful to God for allowing me to weather yet another storm, one of which I am sure I could not have navigated at 30 something.   Lately I have been spending a lot time on the computer which is why I started this blog.  Somewhere out there someone can relate to me and if not it feels good to release all the crap I carry around in my head on a daily basis.

Today, I am just grateful.....I'd rather be 40 than pregnant!