“The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.”

~Friedrich Nietzsche

I would just like to thank a good friend of mine for helping me make my fishing pole work. Yeah, I am not real (haha) versed in the ways of the pole, but luckily I have friends who are.

Thank you, Master Fisherman!!! You saved my life and allowed my son and I to have a wonderful evening of fishing……w/o worms!! (We were just practicing our casting and reeling). It was still a good time and we did well casting and reeling

Had my phone for 2.5 years and JUST figured out I had some cool effects on there! I am a lame ass!

I think all I have to say today is: People change. Not much.

Not sure where that originated, but rings true as far as I am concerned and I use it LOTS!! Can people change? Of course we can, but rarely do we make those dramatic, HOLY SHIT changes.

Yeah, that is all I have to say on this fabulous Sunday. Good night!

[eb]

1.the flowing back of the tide as the water returns to the sea

2.a flowing backward or away; decline or decay

3.a point of decline

4.to flow back or away, as the water of a tide

5.to decline or decay; fade away

The interest rates ebbed at a steady pace.

Yesterday I had to go to school to take a make-up exam from when I was on vacation. I got there a few minutes late and felt rather bad about that, but Jorge showed up about 15 minutes late, so it was ALL good. Anyhow, he showed up without his shirt and wearing a fanny pack. Yeah, a fanny pack. For some reason, it seemed okay because he rides his bike every where. Of course I would much rather see him carry a man purse or backpack. Sorry, I digress.

I had to bring my son along with me and while I was taking my test, Jorge set up a game for him to play. It was SO sweet! He set markers up on the ledge of the wipe off board and then gave my son this little gun to shoot them off with. It was great because my son was occupied while Jorge and I made out. KIDDING! I took my test and my son was not bored the whole time. I just thought it was a very sweet gesture on Jorge’s part.

What a sweet man. I LOVES me some Jorge!!

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These are hilarious!!!

A couple of weeks ago, while at the break wall, my son asked me to take him fishing out there some time. I agree. DOH, I do not know how to fish! I figure, how hard can it be, right?

We go to Wal-Mart and buy what we think we need (I have NO clue). We got two poles, a tackle box, and some lure type deals. Luckily my son’s pole came with a bunch of stuff because that shit ain’t cheap!! Get home, and my son is super excited to put together his tackle box and arrange things just so. It was cute to watch and it kept him busy for a few…hours. Even cuter, he opens it every day and looks at his fishing stuff and picks the coolest one. Yeah, neither of us know how to attach the shit to the line really or what we should be using to fish those bastards out the lake.

After thinking about this, I realized we need a license to fish! Whoops. Yeah, we will be getting those and I figure some worms on our way to the lake today. The ‘real’ fisherman fish for minnows and use those as bait, but I will not be handling a live fish. Sorry, I will barely be able to tolerate the live wormies.

Wish me luck!! I hope the fisherman on the break wall do not laugh too hard at us I am guessing we will not actually catch a fish, but we will for sure have some fun! If we catch a fish, he will be let go. I am not a fan of fish and I have no clue how to cook or clean them either.

What did I get myself into? Oh well, as long as my son has fun and does not realize I am a complete idiot, we will be just fine. I am always amazed at how far out of my comfort zone I will go for my child. I guess that is what being a single mom is all about. You have to ‘man up’ sometimes to get the job done!

“We can wait for circumstances to make up their minds, or we can decide to act, and in acting, live.”

~Omar Bradley

I had to go get my oil changed today and so I went to Wal-Mart to get that taken care of. Now, I know this will not come as a surprise to those of you who know where I live and what Wal-Mart I’m talking about. I saw what had to be one of the worst displays of ‘fashion’ ever!! It was just a fuster cluck of issues!!

First of all her jean shorts and cami were about 4 sizes too small. Her hair was SO bleached I think it was falling out of her head. Her undies were popping out the back of her shorts AND she had tattoos all over her body!! One on her boob (of course), one on her neck, and I think one on her shoulder. They were too numerous to get an actual count. She just screamed WT!! Not even sure what she had on her feet as I was afraid to look any further.

Not such a huge deal when dealt with separately, but all on one person? What a mess!!

 /əbˈstrɛpərəs/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[uhb-strep-er-uhs]

1.resisting control or restraint in a difficult manner; unruly.

2.noisy, clamorous, or boisterous

His child was absolutely obstreperous!