pandara

and again....

So life is so fun, exciting and interesting.
The plate flowing over.

I've decided to be yet another to attmept the "Roller Girl" thing. My friend Jennefer posted a thing on her myspace to say she was going to try out. So I sent her a message to ask if I can tag along. Jennefer and I have been friends for so long. Our friendship waxes and wanes but never in a bad way. We just have different cirlces and we both have kids. So I made a bid on some skates on ebay. We have scheduled a skate night for every Sunday. Our children will have to fend for themselves out there while we race each other around the rink trying to keep both skates on the ground.

Then I get a call from a family in labor. I totally didn't expect them to call. They were working a big festival this weekend and I was certain she would hold tight until it was over. I think she got a bit dehydrated yesterday. So I had her working on balancing out all day today. I am seeing a good birth. They are a very sweet and very trusting couple.

So I had the ex come by to pick up our youngest as the other is off jet skiing with his friend. When he arrived he let me know all about the troubles in his life. His girlfriend wants to have a baby and get married and he wants nothing to do with it. Poor guy.

When we were married we had so many problems. We had no moneyy. I was a very dramatic 20 something and he a massive pot head. Now a days we are the greatest of friends. We get along great. We both like tattooing and I guess the underbelly of the world more than the upper crust. We are comfortable there. It is a trip. Not saying I want him back or anything. We just really get eachother. We understand the complexities of each other.

My only dread with his new drama is that after this girlfriend he will get another fuckstick. It is hard when the girlfriends want to talk shit about the mother of the children. Ramble ramble ramble. I told him not to find a rich girl this time. He just laughed and rolled his eyes.

Anyhow I told him I wanted to go to his guy for a simple tattoo. I want my inner forearm to say "66% Water". Yes inspired by my need to drink more. He said just tell him you know me and so and so. I told him mentioning so and so is the last thing I want to do. So and so has caused me so much drama and grief. You see he is a massive shit talker. Like how is this.... He didn't like me so he told the ex that he slept with me, which he didn't, just to stir the pot.

So I have a husband that loves me and is very tolerant of my oddities and lets me do whatever I want and an ex that thinks I'm cool as shit.

LIFE IS SO WEIRD.Who knows???

I've got more questions.

Do you roller skate?
Do you have tattoos?
Do you drink soda pop?
What kind of tooth paste do you use?
How old were you when you first had sex?
Did you go to college?
Do you have a career?
What was your last vacation?