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How I know my Prozac is working……
A trip to the mall with my kids who are 15 (girl) nuff said there…. And the 10 year old boy and the 13 year old boy. 15 wants to dress 13 and 10. 13 trusts 15. 10 does not. 10 refuses to go into stores and when he does, holds his nose the entire time because it “smells”. 15 calls 10 an asshole. Meanwhile, 13 is playing it smart, staying silent, not showing allegiance to either party. 15 tells 13 not to talk to 10. 13 follows the orders of 15 out of sheer fear of what might happen to him if he doesn’t obey. Then 15 states that she would rather sit in the car than go into the book store with the rest of us.
At this point, I’ve had it. The old me would have been yelling and screaming hours ago. The Prozac infused me made some simple statements and moved on. This may sound weird to others, but for me this is big. I would have taken this to a level that it never needed to go to.
It’s days like these when you want to spend some quality time with your kids and it all falls to shit, I hate. But I didn’t turn into a psycho crazed lunatic, screaming at her kids in public. So yeah, Prozac is a workin’.
So that thing that happened….
It’s always very moving when you see the person you are closest to react in emotional ways you’ve never seen before. Even though I’m nervous about what the future may bring, I am also very happy that this “thing” happened. It’s a bundle of mixed emotions for everyone involved. And this probably sounds real shitty, but I hate the fact that there was a part of his life when I didn’t matter, didn’t exist, and there were others that did. Ugh. I’m so silly. It’s life. Our past makes us who we are now.
Tomorrow should prove just as interesting……
There is no comfort zone……
Just when I think life is running smoothly….life decides to put a pothole in my path. Needless to say, something big happened today. To watch it unfold should be mighty interesting.
A Chicago evening during the summer. This was my view while at a concert on the lake. What a lovely day that was.
Things that drove me to impale myself on something sharp today
First, let me say I attended a work meeting today. I took me two fucking hours to drive there. I would not mind this, except for the fact that there was not one noteworthy issue talked about. I’m pretty sure I work for the redundancy department of redundancy. The main speaker in this mind numbing meeting took pronouncing the letter O to a new level. Apparently, if there is an O in a word, it will be a long O, with the accent on the long O. Then there was the woman across the table from me who hacked the entire meeting. I wanted to barf just hearing all the phlegm stuff in er cough. THEN there was the woman in the bathroom who needed to breath heavily and slightly moan while taking care of business. Let us frost this cake with another member of management who could not piece together two consecutive words with out pausing.
Oh happy day!!
Imagine, if you will, a man who, as Speaker of the House, orchestrates the impeachment of a President for an adulterous affair with a White House aide twenty-six years his junior while he himself is conducting an adulterous affair with a congressional aide twenty-two years his junior, having earlier left the first of his three wives while she was hospitalized with cancer. Imagine a man who attributes these behaviors to “how passionately I felt about this country.” Imagine a man who, told he can’t sit in a front section of Air Force One, shuts down the government. Imagine a man who becomes the only House Speaker ever to be disciplined for ethics violations. Imagine a man who, in a country just staggering out of the worst recession of the past fifty years and facing the threat of worldwide economic collapse, proposes to hire small children to work as janitors, mopping floors and cleaning toilets in their schools (or their orphanages, perhaps). Imagine that man as Commander-in-Chief.
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Hendrik Hertzberg, The New Yorker. (via langer)
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