Happiness & All That Other Shit

Was originally gonna title this one something else, but then something a friend said about "what they should have made a CD title" popped into my head.

I really think I should split this up into 2 posts b/c I've got 2 different things on the tips of my fingers...but I think I might can be okay with spilling them both in this 1.


FRIENDS

Yeah, some people have them. Here in the past few weeks it has been brought to my attention that not all of mine are "real" ones though. I'm not so dense that I think all friends are always true friends but I thought that I pretty much knew which ones were for me & which ones were against me. Apparently I was mistaken.  

The "real" ones...even the ones that you don't see or talk to often...will always back you. They won't talk you "down" to others. They're the ones that no matter what you do, they always stick around.

I have 1 true friend that's been by my side.  He'll have my back always.  The "other" ones I don't need.


I'M GOOD WITH THIS

Yesterday I talked to a friend who said something that took a while to sink in & make sense to me. The jist of what she said...or how it made sense to me was that if he really cared for the kids & me as much as he wants me to believe that we wouldn't be going through this "where are we gonna live" situation...that he would have already made sure that we were good in that respect.

Sitting outside this morning, that all really clicked with me. It would be nice to know where we were going to be every night, but I'm gonna figure it all out. I am a tough cookie. It may take me a little while to get all my little duckies lined up but it will happen.

This is a good thing.


This is a good day! =)

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If I had a potato...

I think Roger might be a good name for a potato.  Of course, I'm also considering Norman or Sebastian.  I still haven't figured out why I'm thinking about names for pet potatoes though.

Oddly enough I've also got the Batman theme song stuck in my head at the moment.  So...I guess I could name my potato Bruce.

Ya know...if somebody ever decides to shoot me, I sure hope they're a pretty good shot because if they missed or didn't do a good enough job the first time I think I would be ticked off.  We're not even talking tequila ticked here...I figure it's be a bit worse than that.

Cody sacked out on my couch tonight...guess I'll be not sleeping here in the recliner instead of over there tonight.  A while back, I did learn that if I get it set just right in the corner that it works really well for........oh yeah, 2 second rule works sometimes.

It's rare that I ever want something that I'm scared of but I've got more than one of them somethings swimming around my mind here lately.  Not really sure what to make of them either.  I usually prefer to lay all my cards out on the table, which I have concerning one of the somethings, but for other somethings I'm not so sure I should.  After being burned a few times I think that holding those cards for a while longer could be best.  But my mind starts kicking in telling me that laying them out there as well might be best as well.  It's always tougher when there's more than just me involved in a situation.

I don't think I would name my potato Garrett.

I want somebody to convince me again that it's all worth my while.  I want to believe in it all again, but I don't want to fall into great only to find out that people change again.

I don't know why I think potatoes should be boys.