Did Q even read the post I wrote a few weeks ago crying over my POS laptop? I think he may have missed that one, but he most definitely got to see the laptop first-hand over New Year’s weekend. Food stains, loose keys, missing keys, no memory, all bootleg crazy. It looked so bad, I think Q…
Category Archives: family fringes
with or without my Xanax, Jordan turned 17 today
With Jordan in her infant carrier as I was standing on the porch of my aunt’s house ringing the doorbell, one of my crazy head voices told me Jordan was going to die when she was 16. Because I am no more sane than any of my crazy head voices, I spent the next…
It’s not that I’m being insensitive, but holy cow, it’s always something
Life has come full circle and, in my 10-year-old son Jon Alex, I am now raising myself. I don’t know how my parents survived me because I sure as hell don’t know if I’m gonna survive JA. The moodiness, the emotional manipulation, the refusal to take responsibility for his actions unless taking responsibility has a…
lies, damn lies and the children who tell them
One at a time, my children are trying to either kill me or get themselves dropped off at the nearest fire station. In response to getting caught in a whopper of a lie after a series of smaller lies, Jon Alex tried the “I’m a fragile butterfly surrounded by vicious hound dogs, except for you,…
I had such high hopes for the Texans at Saints, but I also bought a lotto ticket this weekend
dashed hopes buoyed in my bottle of Mike’s hard black cherry lemonade
