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diary stuff. not for the faint of heart.

  


. a nerd by any other name .


. i spend far too much time on the computer .

yes, it's true. i am every twenty-something boy's greatest fantasy. i love spending a sunday in bed watching old cartoons like G.I Joe and Thundercats and Justice League. i am no stranger to spending friday nights at home playing Silent Hill or Tony Hawk. my idea of a perfect date is take-out from Taco Bell and renting splatter flicks. i enjoy shopping, but my favourite kind of shopping is the thrift store kind, and the cd/dvd kind. and boy, can i spot a deal! and much to your chagrin, i am spoken for. not married yet though, if ya catch my drift! heh.

my kid is the kewlies.

as much as i hate people saying that word, and how i hate most internet lingo, Jordan IS the kewlies. he has good taste in music (for the most part) and likes scary/gory movies almost as much as i do. he thinks my tattoos are cool and asked me if i could dye his hair blue. when i said "sure, let's go find the dye", he was a little shocked and ended up changing his mind. i don't think he actually thought i'd be okay with it. just goes to show what a cool mommy i really am.


so i've been a mom for over nine years, and i'm still not quite used to the idea. it makes it sound like i should be the "responsible soccer mom type", but that couldn't be further from the truth. responsible, yes. responsible enough that he's healthy, has a great appetite, is in fourth grade and has the reading skills of an eighth grader. go me. but soccer mom? nah.


i am, however, looking forward to him being old enough to be left alone at home. child care is bloody expensive. and what a pain in the ass when i decide at eleven o'clock at night that i'm in the mood to go for some drinkin' and dancin'. it never pans out because i can't just scoop him up and drop him off somewhere at eleven o'clock.


Jordan's friggin' cute, dammit. all the girlies will have big crushes on him when he's in junior high. the poor kid doesn't know what's ahead of him. heh.