my second post

this was supposed to be a generic empty blog that i made just so i can comment on other blogs. but somehow my personality intersects at hypergraphia and self-fixation, so i just can't leave it alone. normally i save my musings for my hundreds of scattered spiral bound notebooks full of everything from shopping lists, field trip reminders for the kids, organizational and motivational hints to bad poetry, uber-doodles and all-out drunken rants (only after the kids are safely in bed, of course)

so here i am on my second post. i could go on for hours about all kinds of disappointments and unrealized dreams and goals fallen short of the mark and how the government sucks ass etc... but i am dumb enough to have this thing under my real name. and plus when i read that kind of stuff on other blogs, it's pretty boring (even though i am allegedly a boring old lady) i think everybody is fat and old now and jaded about something. so get in line and grab a tissue.

once i get past all that, i usually feel pretty good and optimistic even. the one good thing about having kids of your own is trying to see things the way they see them and remembering what a great playground the world can be. of course then i see pictures of dead kids the same ages as my kids being pulled out of the rubble of terrorist attacks, war zones and earthquakes. somedays i wonder, am i lucky? or am i just another dumbass waiting in an orderly line for a kick in the guts?

well, i was trying to go for upbeat, but that seems depressing. take it with a grain of salt.