This Is It.

There's really not much going on here lately so this is it. I posted these old blast-from-the-past photos that I really like. This one here is Buddy from 3 summers ago I just love this photo; he's just so beautiful. It's also so hot too the past few days I think my tattoos are melting in the heat and even in the house it's 78 F ( we try to keep it at 70F) even with the A/C running and it's so hot I can't even go outside in the morning(and my medications make me even more likely to get heatstroke), not even at the front where it's usually cooler. I have to stay inside and not go out until the afternoon.The 17 YR old's also sick( fever, barf, and laying on the couch) he picked up from his friend named Edison so I joke he needs Edison's medicine.😂😂

This is also one of my fave. photos of me( and the 21 YR old when she was just a week old) where I actually don't look half-bad(esp. considering I just had a baby!) and it's sad though too to realize how much I've aged in 21 years, mainly due to trauma, stress, and the ravages of a stressful, anxiety-ridden life. Yesterday my doctor called too and left a message( but not what it's for) so I called back right away and they were closed for the day! WTF? Why even call me asking me to call back if they weren't even there? I wonder what it's about though? I hope NOT bugging me to get another mammogram; I had one years ago and it was torture squishing my poor titties in a vice and it hurt so I'm not doing that ever again.

 F*ck it.

 I'll take a chance on cancer instead.

This is also a photo of the 23 YR old(age 3 but she's tiny and still looks like a baby) and I in the pool and I also found out that Platinum Blonde is the opening act for Billy Idol next week and Honeymoon Suite  for ELO next month both of which I like, and actually oddly Canadian bands that don't suck, and this is a long weekend as well(some civic holiday apparantly) I wasn't aware of so both my hubby and the 29 YR old are off Monday and my friend I( from grade 8) celebrated her 37th wedding anniversary yesterday,too, and said she "married her best friend" which is sweet(I married an asshole and my best friend is my dog) and this morning I got up 45 minutes earlier than normal because someone (I won't say who but he's long and sausage-shaped and has short stubby little legs) told me he had to shit(which he did) and I didn't want it on my bedroom floor and my hubby got all mad and bent-out-of-shape I was up early and intruded upon "his time"(now HE knows how *I* feel when he sleeps in late) and he still shit in the bathroom I have my bath even though he knew I was up,too, proving he just does it on purpose just to gross me out, when there's 2 other bathrooms he could have used instead.

Like I said, I married an asshole.

On my tombstone when I go just put Death By Rock & Roll.-The Pretty Reckless