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How the hell am I supposed to leave this alone? How am I supposed to protect it from being punctured with the crazy life I have at home with these kids? Damn you bacon, the sacrifices I make and pain that I endure to devour you. Thank you for not blinding me yesterday morning when you splattered oil right under my eye. You got me really good this morning as payback I see.  Bacon grease: 1  Mama: 0 PS: Please please please ignore my extra chin. Thanks!

I’m posting this to enter a contest on offered by  Brad’s Deals  at  Sweetney ! I want to win the white iPad 2!  I'll be coming out of my blogging coma soon. A lot of stuff is going on in and around my life and I just don't have the dedication right now to properly maintain the blog. I'm also attempting to "redesign" it myself since I have no extra income to pay someone uber smart to do it for me. Anyone want to donate their smarts and talents? Lemme know!

I sign up for some pretty eccentric email lists. Some of them are for fashion news (if you knew me? that would make you laugh your ass off.) Some are for off the wall artists or musicians. One list I'm on sends me a variety of things. It's one of the few daily emails that I look forward to. Today I was sent this . I love photography and was very interested in this when I realized what it was. It combines two of my favorite things to study: photography and criminals. I am so entranced with these photographs. I want to know all I can about the subjects. What their stories are, how they ended up where they were. How did their lives turn out? I really like learning about people. Not necessarily famous folk. Anyone will do really. I think in some ways it's because I want to feel some connection with people. Alive or dead. I think all of us want to see that others are human too. Maybe they make the same mistakes we do and that comforts us. The knowledge that someone else tho...

I miss this kid.  Don't get me wrong. I love my son.  I love him so fiercely that it startles me sometimes. But I miss this kid.  Before a label was put on him. Before we had the evaluation. Before our lives were changed by that label. Sometimes I want to go back. Sometimes I want to quit. Sometimes I think this is too much. Most days I suck it up. That's what moms are supposed to do right? I can do that. I can suck it up.  I can be the mom that my kids need. That they deserve. That they want. I just need fewer sucky days.  Change is coming my friends. I see the end of the tunnel. We're on our way to happiness.  We're going to be just fine.  So Aspergers? Don't think you've got me beat. Don't think you can take that sweet boy from me. Don't think his calling me a "f*!king bitch"  regularly is going to break me. Don't think I won't kick your ass Aspergers.  You don't know who you're dealing with.

Please, go look and watch . Just DO IT!!

Happy Birthday to my dad. You're card is in the mail. No check though =0) What the hell is the world coming to? My thoughts and prayers go out to the family and friends of those lost and wounded in Tucson.  I can cross the first thing off my 2011 List. We got the townhouse that we wanted. The rent is doable and more importantly, the kids like it a lot. There's a fenced in backyard, 2 car garage (the husband wanted it just for the garage), a huge storage area downstairs. This is going to be good for us.  Crap. I have to pack all the shit we've accumulated over the last five years. Gah! I'm going to go collapse now and commence freaking out.