A little tense this week. All things stressful have landed on me like a house. lol you know wickedwitch and the house. Cheap one.

I am sitting here drinking Oak Leaf White Zinfandel straight from the bottle. YUCK! Drinking it is like going out one a date with someone you hate but have run out of options.

I have had a meeting with the school district and about four calls this week from the principle. I feel like I am always in trouble but have done nothing to earn it.

So what my 1st grader wants to be called "Venomous Spider Man Cat Ball". Is counseling really in order?

I will be almost sixty years old before I am done talking to principles. What kind of sick joke is that?

The only thing that makes me feel better is that shortly after me and the principle sever our destructive relationship my kids will then have to endure the calls from the retirement home saying "You mother keeps removing her panties and I am sure she has traded "sexual favors" for extra pudding!We believe she has been defacing private property at the senior center because it says "FOR A GOOD TIME CALL WITCHY" followed by our main line number! We have eighty other residents here and we can't have another outbreak of mono. I think we need to have another conference perhaps some therapy."

REVENGE!

I am going to make the most of my second childhood! I have a plan already in place. I really do. I had the Dr. write a note for my work stating "Witchy can no longer lift over ten pounds. She is saving her back for future endeavors.

Dreams it is what enables me to carry on and tolerate one more stinking horrible phone call from the school with out clinching my teeth so hard molars crack.

I have been performing at the local comedy club open mic for a steady four weeks. I also opened a couple of weeks ago for the weekend show. It went well.

I am going to be a featured comedian Dec.4&5 you all should reserve your seats now if you are up for a trip to the town of Selah Washington.

It is going extremely well but in the back of my mind there is still those insecure little whispers telling me "Your not funny." and my favorite "I wish you were never born."

Maybe it is time to pull back out my collection of self esteem self hypnosis cd's or maybe just some more Zinfandel.

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Tomorrow the baby is turning one. Just four more years until the principle calls will begin. Oh JOY!


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Sorry I am such a unreliable blogger. Life gets so hectic. Thanks for not giving up on me and giving my stuff a read!

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Sorry no time to proof read. If there are errors so be it!