You know what?

Spending your Saturday afternoon talking about stuff that happened when you were 6 and moving forward? Takes a whole lotta time. Particularly when you're heading for your 46th birthday.

The social worker seems to think we have more ground to cover to complete the homestudy - *sighs.* Whatever. I'll do it.

Really really. Trying to get back into that headspace to explain it is tough. The fact I had a "lively" childhood isn't helping. Then I have to mention the house fires, the burglaries...the high school bullshit, the family issues...then go into the first marriage and ALL THAT STUFF....

It gets old. Doesn't anyone want to know where I am NOW, for crying out loud? I've been here for some time, thank you very much.

But shouldn't it prove I can take whatever is dished out? I certainly seem to be good about accepting it and finding a place for it to stay where it belongs - in the past.

"No, I really don't talk about this stuff very often. It tends to ruin people's days."

Really. I'm getting tired of shocking people.

To me, it was just another day. Nobody was going to do it for me, after all. Sheesh.

You know what?

Spending your Saturday afternoon talking about stuff that happened when you were 6 and moving forward? Takes a whole lotta time. Particularly when you're heading for your 46th birthday.

The social worker seems to think we have more ground to cover to complete the homestudy - *sighs.* Whatever. I'll do it.

Really really. Trying to get back into that headspace to explain it is tough. The fact I had a "lively" childhood isn't helping. Then I have to mention the house fires, the burglaries...the high school bullshit, the family issues...then go into the first marriage and ALL THAT STUFF....

It gets old. Doesn't anyone want to know where I am NOW, for crying out loud? I've been here for some time, thank you very much.

But shouldn't it prove I can take whatever is dished out? I certainly seem to be good about accepting it and finding a place for it to stay where it belongs - in the past.

"No, I really don't talk about this stuff very often. It tends to ruin people's days."

Really. I'm getting tired of shocking people.

To me, it was just another day. Nobody was going to do it for me, after all. Sheesh.

You know what?

Spending your Saturday afternoon talking about stuff that happened when you were 6 and moving forward? Takes a whole lotta time. Particularly when you're heading for your 46th birthday.

The social worker seems to think we have more ground to cover to complete the homestudy - *sighs.* Whatever. I'll do it.

Really really. Trying to get back into that headspace to explain it is tough. The fact I had a "lively" childhood isn't helping. Then I have to mention the house fires, the burglaries...the high school bullshit, the family issues...then go into the first marriage and ALL THAT STUFF....

It gets old. Doesn't anyone want to know where I am NOW, for crying out loud? I've been here for some time, thank you very much.

But shouldn't it prove I can take whatever is dished out? I certainly seem to be good about accepting it and finding a place for it to stay where it belongs - in the past.

"No, I really don't talk about this stuff very often. It tends to ruin people's days."

Really. I'm getting tired of shocking people.

To me, it was just another day. Nobody was going to do it for me, after all. Sheesh.

In other news?

That was unclejimbo Sunday. Seriously.

Dear Dad. Thanks for reminding us he's related to you. Fuck off and die now, kplzthnx.

(So that's Father's Day. Weird way to have a holiday, if you ask me.)

..

Okay, that's too much code. Jim's inherited a number of, hmm, lower GI quirkisms - yeah, that works - from his father. It's required surgery to correct, in the past. It also means if you can't find him, check the loo first.

Sunday, he about spent the day there. Thanks, Dad.

Poor kid.

In other news?

That was unclejimbo Sunday. Seriously.

Dear Dad. Thanks for reminding us he's related to you. Fuck off and die now, kplzthnx.

(So that's Father's Day. Weird way to have a holiday, if you ask me.)

..

Okay, that's too much code. Jim's inherited a number of, hmm, lower GI quirkisms - yeah, that works - from his father. It's required surgery to correct, in the past. It also means if you can't find him, check the loo first.

Sunday, he about spent the day there. Thanks, Dad.

Poor kid.

In other news?

That was unclejimbo Sunday. Seriously.

Dear Dad. Thanks for reminding us he's related to you. Fuck off and die now, kplzthnx.

(So that's Father's Day. Weird way to have a holiday, if you ask me.)

..

Okay, that's too much code. Jim's inherited a number of, hmm, lower GI quirkisms - yeah, that works - from his father. It's required surgery to correct, in the past. It also means if you can't find him, check the loo first.

Sunday, he about spent the day there. Thanks, Dad.

Poor kid.