I guess I am going to start this blog with an ‘about me’ post. I am not sure if I am allowed to say bad words so I will warn you ahead of time, I say them. I like to say them. I cant help but say them. So if you have any children looking over your shoulder as you are reading this or you are a God loving Christian, then maybe I would close the top of your laptop NOW. Its all down hill from here folks.
FUCKING. There, I said it. I love this word. I just had to get that out. That my dear peeps are the worst you will read from this blog. If you are still breathing and didn't gasp and faint, I guess you can continue to read. You can't say I didn't warn you. It’s my blog and this is the time that I can fucking curse.
Now on with the semantics.
First, let me just say that I have blogs over the whole internet; don’t bother looking you will never find them. I am under so many different names. I think I have one of those multiple personalities, but I must protect myself and my family. There are rapists about. My biggest issue is that I suffer from severe ADHD. So, for that reason, this could actually be my last post.
As you can see, I already lost track on what I was going to say. Oh yea, Semantics.
Well, I am married. To Wallie. For a long long time. He is my biggest pain in the ass. But I love him. If it wasn’t for him, I would have no good material to write about. So I think I’ll keep him around for a while.
My Children. Two Handsome beautiful boys who can do nothing wrong. Well, not really, I mean they are handsome, but they are just so fucking needy. Get me this. Get me that. They just don’t understand the word NO. Its only 2 letters. So I am not sure what the problem is.
All I can say is Thank God they are handsome, as we all know good looking people get a lot of breaks. They will need them.
Oh, did I mention they are teenagers. Need I say more? My oldest son is a special needs child. Which means he has special needs. I’m not kidding, he is. He has an IQ of 60. And he proves it to us all the time.
My younger son is just the opposite, but I won’t mention too much about him because if he accidently comes across my blog he will have a fit. “What the hell you writing about me for”.
Little does he know that he is so entertaining, how can I not.
Then of course there is the love of my life. I mean really. I can’t imagine life without him. He brings me so much joy. No, I am not having an affair; I have no energy for that. It’s my little dog, Murphy. I mean really. Sometimes I think if I started with Murphy I wouldn’t be married or have any kids as this little guy really gives me everything I could possible want. I get greeted with such love and I can watch whatever I want on the TV. What could be better than that?
I am going to end now as my special needs son is wanting something from me, talk about needy, but if you keep reading, I think you will learn more.
Why? I really don’t know. Why does anyone care what I have to say? I mean my family doesn’t even care. Even Murphy couldn’t care less, unless I offer him a treat, but aren’t we all like that?
So welcome to the giant armadillo and my pathetic life. All names have been changed to protect the ‘pain in the asses’ I live with.
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