I'm posting some recent cell phone pics of myself. It would be great if you guys would reply to this post with pics of yourselves. I know what some of you look like but not all of you. It'll be nice to see your faces anyway!



( grainy pics under here...CLICKY!!!! )

Just dropping in to say "Hi!" to everyone. I miss you all and I promise to make an effort to update this journal more often. I'm such a slacker!

Happy Mother's Day!!!!!

I haven't been around in quite some time. I've been reading entries when I can but I've mainly been sitting around at home moping. There's no need to go into everything that's been going on but I am getting better and I'll come out of hiding soon. *starts digging* I'm not a complete antisocial shut-in.

I now have a fax/printer/copier/scanner in one so I can post some nifty stuff.

Okay, on to something I came across.

Who is this?

That subject line has nothing to do with this entry. BULLSHIT Actually, I have nothing to do with this entry. What is wrong with me? I've become antisocial and that's not like me. I'm in a funk and I can't get out of it. Maybe its just the realization that me and Clayton are in this alone. I mean, we have Scott but we don't have him anymore. That's okay, it was a mutual decision.

Getting back in "the scene" is a bitch. In my experience if you give a man your heart he'll stomp on it. If you run like the wind he'll chase you down. Then, when you quit running and he catches you he stomps on your heart anyway. Its a never ending cycle, like the washer is on but the automatic shut off is broken. Can't there be a happy medium? I don't want a marathon, I haven't prepared myself. I'm not going to run and I'm not going to stand there either. I'm going to sit on the sidelines and be a spectator. It is the safest way for me right now.

oh, for fuck's sake. it's 6am and i've been absent for like a zillion years.

still alive and kicking.

I never drive drunk, but I always manage to dial while drunk.

I'm on an alcohol hiatus.

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7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
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11. favorite lyric:
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2. two things you like about yourself:
3. put this in your lj so i can tell you what i think of you.

Dear Headache,

Okay, you've made your point. You're nagging and picking and killing me. I understand why you would want to do this. My brain does annoying things and I need to be reminded of this. However, Mr. Headache Man (or Woman, I don't discriminate), it is time for you to go. I've tried killing you with Tylenol but that just pissed you off and made you worse. I took some Ultracet and you refused it too. I thought that sleeping would make you happy. I've realized now that nothing I've tried is good enough.

What did I do that set you off? I haven't had any alcohol since January 1st, I've been eating a decent diet and I've been excercising. I'm not stressed out and I have been pretty happy.

Wait a minute, I just had a moment of clarity. You aren't used to those things. Well here's the deal...if I promise to eat next to nothing, stay stressed and drink myself into oblivion will you go away? I'll be a miserable asshole if I need to be. Just go away now. I have a life to live and I need some sleep.

By the way, you suck ass and I hate you!

Sincerely,
Amy's now tired and absent brain

Here are just a few pics from Christmas. Most of them are pics of Clayton playing the drums because he absolutely loved the drum set more than anything. I'm not sure how long I can take the banging though, hahahaha. Nah, he looks adorable.


Clayton loved the drums and his skates. He was multi-tasking.




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I had a great New Year's Eve but I have no pictures...thank goodness. I got way too drunk (drunk-dialed several people, oops!). Over the course of the evening I lost count of my alcohol intake but Angie says that between about ten of us we pretty much drank several bottles of liquor. I do remember a few things:
- my pants were way too big so I kept mooning people accidentally (weight loss = good...mooning = not good)
- I managed to say things that weren't so nice to a person that is nice
- danced a lot (more mooning!)
- did not drink and drive
- decided on one resolution: to never, ever drink as much as I did that night
- giggled at Karina because she passed out on the counter at Shellye's
- at the end of the night I was not myself, someone had possessed my body and brain and turned me into crazy woman

Hope everyone else had a good time!

Since my camera was tragically maimed in an accident I only have a few photos that I took with my cell phone. I took some pics with a disposable camera and I'm ordering a CD so I'll post them soon. For now, here are some blurry pics.


Our Festivus Tree


Clayton - notice the new haircut?


Clayton again - he was so tired when I took these pics


I hope everyone had a great holiday. Mine was awesome. The only thing I'm regretting is buying Clayton a drum set. BANG BANG BANG!!!!!

Well, I went to Angie's. Layed Clayton down around 10pm but never got a chance to drink booze and take crazy pics. Clayton couldn't sleep well so we came home and he crashed in his own bed. *sweetness* I love my boy and he loves his mommy.

Nite-nite all!

I just thought that I would add that I'm going to take Clayton tonight and we're staying with Angie while she house-sits for her mom. After he goes to bed we're going to pull out the booze and take some pics!

*Don't worry, Karina will be there and she'll be sober. I'm no idiot. (No matter what anyone says.) *laughs*

And I won't apologize for it either.

What makes a word "bad" anyway? Is the word fucker really that bad? I say "goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch" when I stump my toe or when I spill the sugar making kool-aid. Think about it. I'm sure there are deeper meanings for the word shit, but to me it just means poop or crap. It can be a noun or a verb. It can be an adjective, too. "You're such a shit."

I'm just rambling, feel free to ignore me. Lack of sleep does this to me. I need some Coke (the kind you drink, fuckers) and a cigarette.

I can't motherfucking sleep!!!!

That is all.

I'm using my myspace account more often. If you have an account, add me! http://www.myspace.com/enigmakitten

( Tips on giving head )

In two days I'll be 31 years old. This used to freak me out, I've always been scared of aging. But I've come to the realization that you're only as old as you feel and right now I feel pretty damn young (and good, I might add).

My birthday plans are tentative. I'm going to spend some time with Clayton, quality mommy and kid time. Then, after taking Clayton to grandma's or leaving him with Scott, I'll be hanging out with a bunch of friends and having (quite a few) cocktails on Saturday.

Note to anyone even thinking of stealing my cell phone again: I will smack your moronic ass with a quickness.

Random shit:

Last weekend, while out at a bar with my friends, some morons that I don't even know stole my cell phone and proceeded to call several people from my phone book at unfuckingbelievable hours in the night. If you were one of the ones that received a call, I apologize. I managed to retrieve my cell phone from these dingbats after the damage was done. And...after all of the drama they caused, they had the audacity to send me text messages inviting me and my girlfriends to come over and hang out. I actually got a text that read, "Come over, you know you want to". For fucks sake guys, get a clue.

My doctor prescribed my Xyrem for sleep. It's a new medication used for Narcolepsy and Cataplexy and the main ingredient is GHB. I am one fucked up little lady when it comes to sleep. The stuff works if I actually go to sleep but if I stay awake it's all over. A few nights ago I took my medicine and instead of hitting the sack, I stayed awake. I found myself running as fast as I could from the bathroom to the bed so I could "stage dive" onto the mattress. Wheeeeee! That shit is dangerous.

Tonight I'm taking Clayton to a hockey game. We're going with Angie, Candi, Jessica, Karina and Amanda and their kids so it should be a lot of fun. Candi wants to sit by the glass so we can see their faces smush in.

I've rambled enough.