Does anyone have a copy of Legally Blonde the Musical that was shown on MTV? I would love to have a DVD version. Email me at baggageandbug@yahoo.com if you can make me a copy.

Thanks!

Brighter Minds Media sent me two games to play.

The first is called Wedding Dash, which became my obsession for several days. You might have played the sister game to Wedding Dash, Dining Dash, before. In Wedding Dash, you are a wedding planner who has to make sure everyone at the reception is happy by serving food, calming the bride, and fixing things with there are problems. This game is SO addicting, but really fun.

You can play a free trial here..but don’t say I didn’t warn you!

I’ve also got the game Brainiversity. The game isn’t as fun as Wedding Dash, but it is good in its own way! It is basically a series of tests and exercises you can do to exercise your brain! Works well if you are feeling foggy in the middle of the day.

You can get a free trial of Brainiversity here.

(Knock)

Bubba: Mom, you in there?

Bubba: Mom? You there? You in you room?

Me: No.

Bubba: Oh ok.

(walks away)

Today would have to rank up there as one of the worst days of my life.

Callie’s TPR trial was today.

Instead of being in bed like I was supposed to be, I sat through 8 plus hours of horribly heartwrenching, graphic testimony. I tried very hard not to relate what they were saying to Callie or her siblings, or think about my own personal history, and just watch what was going on like it was a tv show.

Which didn’t work.

My heart is broken for those poor kids. My heart is broken for myself.

And then I got to come home and tell Callie that the case had been continued until October. That she wasn’t going to get the answer yet, the answer she wants more than anything. That she wasn’t going to get permanancy yet, even though she wants it so badly.

Edited to add: Callie has been in foster care over three years now, making her struggle to understand why TPR hasn’t been done yet even more difficult. She entered foster care at the age of 14, now she is just hoping that the TPR will be completed before her 18th birthday.

So I just returned from the ER where I was diagnosed with Labyrinthitis. Go read it. And scroll down to the part that says: The physician will prescribe antibiotics if you have bacterial labyrinthitis. For both bacterial and viral labyrinthitis, an anti-nausea drug and a sedative also may be recommended to combat the effects of the vertigo. You will need to rest in bed for several days.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I was told I needed to be on bedrest and to not drive.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!

Those silly doctors.

Aww, fuck.

If Snowbaby does not stop screaming (and by screaming I mean a full out screaming at the top of her lungs) about everything (and by everything I mean everything) I am going to lose my mind.

I’m headed to the ER in a few minutes. I’ve been horribly dizzy since yesterday, now coupled with nausea and just complete feeling of crap.

I just want to go back to sleep.

Me: Bubba, share those fries with Snowbaby.

Bubba: I don’t want any fries.

Me: Why not?

Bubba: Cause I want to color you a picture instead. That makes you happy. You on my team. I make you happy, don’t I, Mom? Cause I your handsome boy?

The header has been updated so that you guys can read my blog without wanting to punch your computer screen.

Much love to the two gals who helped make it possible.

Mrs Butter B says:

THis does seem somewhat out of character for Geo, which makes me feel sorry for all of ya’ll, him included. There has to be a reason he did this, because he doesn’t seem to read as a jerk.

Yeah, except that is how I painted him, when I think I knew better. Sure, he bought me groceries a few times when I was out of money, but what about the years and years of eating every meal at my house? And why did he get all the benefits of being Daddy to those kids without doing anything for them? He never bought them toys or clothes or anything like that. Why did I put his name on presents for the kids when he did not spend one penny on their Christmas presents? Why did he spend most holidays away from us? Why did he hide things from me? Why did he make discouraging comments about my weight? Why did he not show up the night that I lost Elle?

I don’t know. All I know is that I covered for him a thousand times, embarassed that the man I loved would treat me so poorly. All I know is that now my friends are saying things to me like, “Well, I don’t want to say anything bad about him..but the time he….”

I’ve come to accept that we just have fundamentally different ideas of what we want for our lives. I want this house, and these kids and a life of domestic bliss. He wants to race cars and build motorcycles and watch baseball when he gets off from work in silence. He loved me and the kids and that is why he stuck around as long as he did, but he never wanted it. He never embraced our life, the life that I have with the kids.

He cried when he picked up his stuff.

I cried too, but only after he had walked outside and shut the door.

I packed up all his stuff and it struck me that it was all there, neatly folded in the drawers because I had done it. I had washed it all, pressed the shirts, matched the socks. I took pride in providing him clean laundry, because I knew it made his life a little easier, a little better.

I just don’t understand why he didn’t want to do that for me. Why didn’t he want to make my life easier, better? I filled up four suitcases with examples of my love for him. Where are my examples?