Friday Freakout

Ok! I know. Yesterday was a rant, and nothing more. But it was a much needed rant, so get over it. Somethings are going on that are farcical to say the least. Actually, it is starting to remind me of theater of the absurd, something akin to "Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are Dead" or "Waiting for Godot". Let's say say people seeking attention, be it good, bad or indifferent is sad to watch. Body language says quite a bit...but enough of that.

Fridays are always fun for me. Mini me wakes up early and we normally head to a local establishment and sit down and have breakfast before he goes to school and I trudge off to the monotony of work. Sadly that is the highlight of my day. Well that is until I get home and get to see him again.

This evening when I got home, I decided I needed a break so we went out. Some of the things we did were rather mundane, grocery shopping and we grabbed some dinner. But first, clothes shopping for mini me. Now I jokingly tell people I am glad I am raising a son alone, for if he were a she, I would definitely see a convent in her future.

But I find as he gets older, he is just as finicky, just as picky as I imagine a daughter would be. Wait, strike that, I remember how picky the youngest of my sisters was, so perhaps not as finicky...but close.  I am not going to sit here and say he has to have the latest fad, the most expensive name brand, or the stuff that will make him look cool. He just wants his clothes to fit him in a well manner.

Well any who, while shopping and talking it comes out a girl said he was "buff". And now he seems REALLY animated about attending a school dance next week. I think he needs to give me lessons as his social calendar far exceeds mine.

Did I mention I am not ready for puberty? Guess I need to start investing in a good hair dye.
all kidding aside, I am neither that superficial, nor that materialistic that I would seek to alter my looks, or change what I shop for in regards to myself or my son.  I dress impeccably for work and then bum when not at work, and I let him pick his own fashion sense.

I think a lot of people I have come across lately could take some lessons from him

Not So ready for Prime Time but here we go

Well it's been a minute since I last posted. Mini me keeps me on my toes, what can I say.

It's been good though. Mini me is rocking in school and life is grand.

Well OK, not really grand. I swear I should hang a shingle outside my window saying "therapist for hire to listen to your drama"  Just for the record, I should probably only do that for family members, but it seems the drama is always based on several problems.

1) Quit playing games: The drama one experiences is usually based on the Karma bus getting ready to run your ass over

2) Be honest, not just with people you interact, but most importantly with yourself. Self deception is the worst type of dishonesty. When you are caught in a lie, admit it. At least you won't perpetuate the notion you're an idiot.

3) No matter how one attempts to compartmentalize, life has a habit of shattering those walls. In other words, you may think you're safe, but reality tends to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

I could really make some bank showing some how they have broken these simple rules. Problem is, most don't want to hear they are their own worst enemy.

In a nutshell, know who you are, what you are and what you want to be.

Sorry for the rant, just been a loooooong week.