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And to think I almost forgot to mention it – congratulations to David on his graduation. I was touched to receive the announcement and I’m so proud of you. Good luck on the next step, whatever you decide that should be. So, the tattoos. Katie and I got the bottom one on the backs of our necks. Nick, Matt, and Joe got the top one “because it’s not so girly,” in various places. I would have thought the back of my neck would hurt more, but it wasn’t so bad. For some reason the right side hurt more, I think there was a nerve or something he was hitting because it made my arm twitch. So now we’re branded for life as idiots wandering drunk around Gatlinburg. Oh yeah, and as friends. I’m so in love with my iPod. So. In. Love. It made the thirteen hour drive from home to South Carolina completely bearable. And it fits so much on it that I don’t care if I take up space with stuff for the kids (they love “Fish Heads” and “Bird is the Word”) and every song ever recorded by Less Than Jake. (Sigh. Less Than Jake, will you marry me?) I even found the song “Bow Wow Wow” by Funkdoobiest and dorked out to that a zillion times in the last few days. Funkdoobiest! It reminds me of hanging out my bedroom window junior year smoking a bowl. And most likely falling out of said window. I am nothing if not graceful. Like a damn ballerina. (Word thinks that “dorked” is not a word. Pssht. I dork it all the time, Word.) And not that this deserves a mention, but “Reality Speaking”, whoever you are, whatever. If it makes you feel better to pass judgment on someone you don’t know, then I’m happy I could help. If you think you do know me or if you really do know me in real life, grow some cojones and leave some contact info so maybe I could explain a few things on which you seem unclear. If you’re too scared to do that, just hear this: this is my diary. This is where I come to bitch and moan about the “injustice” of being a 26-year-old married mother of two. My marriage is not any better or any worse than anyone else’s marriage. It is what it is, and I’m happy in it. I don’t have low self esteem; in fact I probably have higher self esteem than I should. If you left your husband and you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. But don’t project your situation onto mine. It’s not the same. Kids are: I have no idea. I think commercials, but everyone is so loud today it's hard to tell. Last person who pissed me off: Let's see. I'll go with boss for always having to pretend she's my friend. Annoying. Heard in my house: "I'm sirsty." ALL THE TIME. These kids are going to float away. Miss Anything? It's a boy! - 2006-12-12
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