Back of the Bedroom door

Sitting in my room, I glance over to the door and see something I haven't noticed in a very long time. A hole created by a man who once lived in this house that spent time being angry because of some want and need to be a powerful man. A man who once was gentle, kind and had a huge heart that turned into a man full of rage, disloyalty and tore 3 hearts apart.

A bedroom door that reminds me why I am the woman I am today! An independent and strong woman that takes care of her children first and works hard every day to make that a possibility. A woman that one day my great grandchildren will aspire to be like. I have survived and will continue to survive!

The #1 Douche Bag

Douche bag seems to be the new term we like to throw around a lot. Where in the hell did this come from? Who ever coined the term deserves a medal! I mean seriously Douche is something women do to get rid of the ick from thier vagina's right? Fuck right it is! So it's a great word for the men that have fucked us women over and turned into assholes. They are the bags that hold the Douche I just used! DISGUSTING! But they can have thier ick back! hahahaha

So who is my #1 Douche Bag. Well I mean there are so many options I can think of, but I say the award goes to my ex husband, to whom we'll refer to as Cezee. He liked to call himself Big Cezee, but I in fact know differently!

Ladies, stand clear of this stupid ass mutha fucka!

Now you might say what an evil bitch I am. Really??? Yes I am and proud at some moments to be refered to as such. I have decided Karma is a bitch and it will come back to screw him hard like a desperate man in prison. Oh the stories I can tell and will tell...but you'll have to wait til the next blog!

Lady Buck$

In A Rut (is that really a word?)

I have blogged and blogged and blogged, then deleted and deleted and deleted. My creative juices just have not been well, that creative. I wish I had a computer in front of me the moment I have a good story or get pissed off cause then its just going to be really fuckin funny. People want to see funny. So today I've decided when something pops in my head, I shall write myself a little note to remember later when I have the time. I bought a note book to do so. I'll just fuckin lose it, geez

My future book

I have talked about it for a long time, but today is the day! I'm blogging! A word I assumed dumb at one time, but it hit me, we blog everyday. Through voice, text, email, myspace, facebook or whatever your communication may be. We used to just talk on the phone, then internet made it easy to share pictures, jokes and a "how are you?" via email. Next we have cell phones, which lets face it everyone has one, no one owns a home phone anymore. I could pass Jane on the corner, waiting for the cross walk while pushin her shopping cart of belongings but you best believe that bitch has a cell phone! Oh then holy crap, text arrived. I LOVE text!! I can comminicate alllll day with a loved one! Phone calls require you to have lengthy conversations with your shoulder holding the phone to your ear while you clean, take the trash out, put your make up on, etc. But text, I can get back to your ass when I have a thumb free!

So needless to say, now we are blogging and I will have a book written over some of this crazy shit!

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