Why I decided to do this..

I need Therapy.  I have known this for many years now and recently it has become very apparent.  I decided to blog about all my daily adventures in an office and at home instead.  Letting people into my mind and staying completely anonymous in the process. Lets face it, if people reading this knew who was writing this, I’d probably end up locked away (Jail or otherwise)

I am not a writer, nor will I ever be.  But hey, we all need an outlet and sitting in front of some pompous asshole judging every word I say while I pay him for it, well that doesn’t sound too appealing.  I’ll rather be judged by readers, knowing that somewhere, somehow, somebody will relate and think “I am not alone”

If I so happen to make a spelling mistake, well, suck it.  I really don’t care.  I need to write, I need to vent, I need to share and most of all…. I need to tell my story.  If I don’t, then I have no idea where I will end up.  It might be in a hearse, hospital or who knows.

Welcome to my mind, my musings and most of all… Me. As raw as it gets, as honest as I have ever been and I pray to God that they never find this.

Words Not To Say In Front Of My Kids

Dysfunctional Literacy

I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they'd better not say. (image via wikimedia) I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they’d better not say. (image via wikimedia)

I told my daughters this morning that they’d need to take a sack lunch to school tomorrow, and they laughed at me.  I wasn’t expecting them to laugh.

It took me a moment to realize why they thought sack lunch was funny.  When I was their age (around 35 years ago), sack lunch wasn’t funny.  I carried a sack lunch to school every day, and nobody laughed.  I think I even called it a sack lunch.  Everybody called it that.  But somewhere along the way, kids picked up on the word sack, and a new source of humor was created.

Now I can’t say sack in front of my daughters; I have to say “brown paper bag.”  If I had two sons, maybe it wouldn’t matter much.  But…

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