I don't like arguing over Universal Health care. I seem to always run across people who say things that really run all over me, and make me feel like I need to respond. Then I think--what's the point? This person is set in his/her way, and if I respond it will set this person off---Also, in regards to the specific people I am thinking of, they are always super snarky and act like I am simpleton.
OTOH, I feel like I am letting myself and loved ones down when I don't speak up and speak out about my opinions. I'm just really into peaceful living, and so far I keep having to "hide" updates from people on FB who are relatives or friends that I wouldn't feel comfortable completely deleting.

I don't know if it is because my kid is a a boy, but my 13 year old really resents that I had him so young, and that his dad is a douche. Understandably, he holds me responsible for any hard times we have had, and that I chose a crappy dude to be his dad. He tells me that I am like a "half-mom" because I had him when I was 19, and that he doesn't see me as a mother, but just "someone who had me."

He feels like I ruined his life because I was a single mom, and didn't have the money to do certain things, and he didn't get a "normal childhood."

Now we are in a situation where I am engaged to DP who has two kids, and we are really happy, and by "we" I mean everyone but my 13 year old. He seems to thrive on negative attention.

On a positive note, DP has an almost 3 yo son, that my 13 yo adores. He takes him out to play in the backyard, helps him with whatever, and plays with him---maybe because the almost 3yo loves him without any expectations or anything??

I'm just really frustrated with the whole situation.

That was the question DP had to answer for a anthropology class, and he didn't really know what to put. Is there a list somewhere?

I told him to put hipster, but he said no.

It seems like a really vague question.

So a bunch of neighborhood kids are at my neighbor's house for a birthday party ages ranging 9-14, and everyone was invited except my 10 year old who is in bed listening to the party because all the kids are outside by the fire pit yelling and having a party.

I asked my kid if he'd been invited and he said no, then he said he asked if he could come and they said no.

I hate them right now. I keep going outside and when I walk out they are all
"shhh" and ahit.

The thing that really bugs me is that we do a lot for these kids. Like give them spare bike/skateboard parts, take them to the skatepark, invite them to every party we have ever had...

I know my kid can be shitty, but to include almost all the neighborhood kids, but my 10 year old is bullshit.

It really hurts me to think of my kid all sad and shit in his bedroom.

*******************update******************

The other kids were totally weird today. We were all outside riding bikes and skating as usual, and instead of them coming over as usual, they wouldn't even look at us. We went in, and there was a knock, and one of the kids asked Ocean (my 10yo) if he wanted to "come ride" This is not the actual bday boy, but one of the ones that joined in excluding Ocean yesterday.

So Ocean asked me what he should do---

I told him to do whatever he felt like doing,if he wanted to go ride with him then go or not, but if he wants to hang out with this kid he (Ocean) needs to not expect this kid to be anything other than who he has been thus far, and not to be shocked if this other kid rolls him (Ocean) under the bus at any given moment. I told Ocean that if he can live with this risk than it was his choice, but that this kid at this point in time doesn't seem like a true friend who values the friendship. Maybe this will chnage, maybe not.

The next thing I know they are playing Rock Band together.

I was shopping and trying on dresses, and I always have to try stuff on because I hate it when I put on a dress or shirt or whatever, and there's all kinds of bra showing. If I wear a tank top I'm not gonna die if my bra straps show with my shirt straps, but if the shirt/dress has a cross back or ties behind my neck, I don't want my bra showing that much so I just don't buy those things. I'm not really broken up about it, but DP got a coupon in the mail for a nice discount at the big bra store so I bought the most expensive piece of underwear I have ever owned, a bra that has all these different straps and places to hook straps and it probably does something else I just haven't figured out.

First I tried on my regular size, but there was so much padding in the cup there was no room for my boob, and it kept over flowing out of the bra and giving me the double boob effect, so I went up a cup, but I lacked sufficient boobage to fill it properly. Finally I went up a number size with my actual cup size and that did the trick. I actually like it quite a bit. I put it on and there's been no tugging or re-adjusting anything boob or bra wise.

I don't know if I would have bought it without the coupon though.

So I get a call from my kid's principal that a substitute teacher called my kid a leprechaun and pulled out a knife.
She said that the police had been there and that DCS had been called, and the whole class had filled out some paper work on the incident.
I thought it was strange that by the time I found out about it, the whole thing was over and done.

I got the recipe for easter pie here:
http://foodblogga.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-make-easter-pizza-chena-pi...

although I hesitate to post that because theirs looks WAY better than mine.

I have questions about the pirate thing that has been going on!

I made Easter Pizza (Pizza Chena)

My youngest had his birthday Monday, and as part of the deal he got to invite a friend over for tonight.

I feel like I have made a pretty big mistake in choosing my major.

It's 9 pm where I am and two kids just came into my room to watch me play Animal Crossing, and I kicked them out. (I can totally hear them whispering about me in the kitchen)

In my defense, every moment that I play Animal Crossing, those two kids climb up my ass and set up camp. I don't play all the time, and every other time save this one time, I let them on the bed and let them tell me what to do
"Go here, Go there. Get me this. Plant a tree..."
and I'm like fine, I'll do all that and just hang out with the kids and blah blah blah.

I have a schedule, and I actually like it!

There is one class that I am way intimidated by...The class is set up where English majors (like myself) will "coach" grad students who are writing a thesis.
It's a very technical writing course, and technical writer,I am not! However, the prof will be teaching us, and I keep thinking that if I listen and try, I will learn somethings that will improve my skill set and my technical writing.
Also, I am an English major so I should be able to do this, and I actually make pretty good grades.

I am pretty stressed, but trying to stay positive. For various reasons, I didn't register for classes in time, and now they are ALL full.

Tomorrow I am going to head over to the English Dept, with class permission forms in hand, and see if I can't corner some profs and BEG them to let me in their already full waitlisted classes.

If that doesn't work I have set up a schedule where I will drop in on classes with class permission forms in hand and throw myself upon their mercy.

We took the photo to send out with our holiday cards.

Took the kids trick and treating at the zoo. It's always hit or miss. One year they gave out tons of candy, then another year, coupons for home appraisals. This year it sucked.

Anna and Oe

Oe and Lil G

I posted this a bit ago, but I messed something up...Anyhoodle, This is round one with Medusa hair. I look a bit like a hot mess, and I was thinking of giving up.

But I'm not. I am just gonna try something a bit different. I saw a Medusa on Martha Stewart, but I don't love it, it looks a little prissy.

on the same day that his bike was stolen, which was Monday. Today my son, Ocean, or Oe as we call him sometimes, had a big red cast running from arm pit to thumb put on his arm. He had a complete break right above the elbow. Also, today at the local skate/bike park an older kid had the nerve to show up on my kid's bike. I say nerve, because it's well known in our neighborhood that all the boys at our house are bmx'ers, and ride the park on the regular. The bikes the kids took were bmx bikes!

I have a friend that I have known for years, and we haven't lived in the same city for almost 10 yrs but we have stayed really connected. Until lately. It's strange, and it seems like it's hard for me to talk with her sometimes.

Technically, I'm a senior, but I still have about a year of school left before I get my useless (somewhat) English degree.
Currently, I am enrolled in an Anthropology 1010 class. It's one of those giant lecture classes, where there is no attendance.
So I never go to class unless I have something to submit or whatever. I read the book, do the hmwk and take extra notes on my own, but I still feel guilty about not going. I have done this in other classes, and I'm not really sure why I feel guilty.
But I just don't want to go to class!

I might be showing my "genius" here, but I am having a hard time getting an Obama lawn sign. I have been calling for a week and a half now, and they keep saying maybe tomorrow, and that they are still waiting on that shipment. My DP says that it might be because we live in a state that usually votes Republican, so getting yard signs here prolly isn't a campaign priority because they know that prolly won't win.

We had a party for my DP's son who turned 2 last week. I wanted to post a couple of pics.

When the democrat nomination came down to a white woman and a black man (in mainstream terms, because one could argue that "black" and "white" are colors not descriptions for people), I was excited to see how it played out because it kinda mirrors history a little bit back in the day when white women and black men were fighting for suffrage for their gender and ethnicities respectively.

Like Hillary Clinton is a little bit Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Obama is a little bit Frederick Douglass.

Finally!
I have been wanting a dog forever, but I kept waiting for the right time. At first I wanted a particular kind of dog, but then I realized that I would be happier with a rescue. Her name is PineCone and she is some kind of Beaglesque pup with lots of sleeping and cute little howley barks.