Is it Tuesday that everyone else does this? It seems like it would make more sense on Thursday, because then the alliteration would be there... I would Google it or something but I'm just too lazy.
I am getting pretty excited for our vacation (three weeks away!), not really because I like Disneyland, but because I know Punk is going to have so much fun. I cannot wait to get pictures with the Princesses, and take her in the ocean, and see Vegas at night. I'd like to think that makes me a somewhat good Mommy... that I can get enjoyment out of her enjoyment. Right?
We are staying in the Luxor on the way home from California and I've always wanted to stay in the Luxor and I'm ECSTATIC. Plus we're going to the shark reef again and I can't wait. Have I mentioned I am totally enthralled by sharks? I ♥ them.
Punk talks about my parents and grandparents and says how she loves them and loves to see them. And it melts my heart. Knowing that my family can show her so much love and get it right back is incredible.
Why is it so hard for grown adults to let go of stupid bullshit? I left the High School mentality behind even before I actually left High School; why is it that some people seem to hold onto the drama and stupidity? I get that you got into a fight with so-and-so but at 30-something, do you really think it's okay to get mad at other people for hanging out with so-and-so? Don't you think it's a bit juvenile?
I really want to go to Australia. Thanks Annah. But instead, I might go visit our little friend Oscar the Kangaroo tonight, and give him cuddles. Kangaroos are so damn adorable.
Lately I've been in this mood where I really don't care how it's going to affect the people I'm talking to when I'm talking. Anything and everything I think comes out and I may have hurt some feelings along the way. But I'm so annoyed by things that I don't think I care.
I hate un-painted toenails. I trimmed my toenails and the polish was chipping so I took it off, but didn't have time to re-paint them. And I hate it. Toes are so ugly. Okay, feet are so ugly. Toes are just the disgusting icing on the wretched cake, so to speak.
I will be 26 in one month from today. 26 on the 26th. When I was little I always thought that was so cool, to turn an age on that age's day, but I think it's lost its magic as I've gotten older.
I can't stand when people's argument for me to have kids is "it's different when they're your own". I would like to think that I love Punk just as much as I would ever love 'my own' child. It seems stupid to me. If humans cannot learn to love someone else's child as their own, what's the point? If that's really the case, why do people adopt? Why do we as step-parents even try?