Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I'm a big stupid head

I'm not going to my high school reunion.

Why should I?

I've got mental problems I have to overcome, and going someplace that reminds me of my mistakes isn't going to help.

I haven't lived up to what I thought I should be, but what I thought I should be turned out not to be what I am.

And I'm just starting to almost kinda feel comfortable with who I am, as opposed to what I or others thought I should be, so why throw off my balance?

I fed babies with nothing but my own body. Two human beings live now because of me. How cool is that?

I didn't need a masters, and it actually HELPED that I wasn't too skinny. It didn't matter to my babies if I was glamorous or not, or how fancy or unfancy our surroundings. But I am a source of love and comfort. That is enough for me.

If I don't throw myself back into a mindset I held 20 years ago, that is.

13 Comments:

Blogger UberDILF said...

You're not the person today that you were 20 yeas ago. You accomplish many things every day that would make them jealous.
Who amongst your peers made a custom CD of morning happy wake-up music for their children? Who amongst them is involved in the yearbook or monthly newsletter? Who keeps a man who eats in LA and NYC and SF longing for a home cooked meal? Who manages the entire household budget with no input from their spouse? Who has developed a cult following on the web?
You're the most successful woman I know. Brain chemistry is doing you a diservice, that's all. I want to go with you to the reunion with your head held up high. I'm always proud to have you by my side.
Don't let temporary factors affect your long term outlook.
XOXOXO

9:00 PM  
Blogger Ubermilf said...

You'll do anything for an open bar.

7:11 AM  
Blogger NWJR said...

Good for you. Those people are freakin' insane anyway.

I mean, I'm assuming. My classmates were freaks.

8:01 PM  
Blogger FRITZ said...

Well, I, for one, now want to make a baby.

These are important things to remember: you don't have to have it all to be the best.

9:36 AM  
Blogger yournamehere said...

I think you're gosh darn swell.

2:08 PM  
Blogger CTK said...

So are you going or not, Yodel Queen?

One of my favoritest things ever was a Slim Whitman "Yodeling" cassette that I bought in a Texarkana truck stop for $3.00.

Several years ago I left my car unlocked and someone stole all my cassettes, including Slim. That was a sad day.

5:45 AM  
Blogger Darth Roker said...

Not go and miss your opportunity to hook-up with Jim Murtaugh?
http://dgs1987.myevent.com/page.php?groupingID=registration&page_num=9&search=&sort=lastname,firstname

Don't be such a chick. It's time to nut-up, baby.

5:47 AM  
Blogger Rick said...

Listen to those babies talking to you - being a mother is a big deal. Go if you want to - and be proud of what you have accomplished.


When I went back to my 10 year college reunion I was amazed at how little people had actually changed - personality wise that is. It kind of depressed me.

http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/

1:59 PM  
Blogger pissed off patricia said...

I went to one high school reunion and that was enough for me. When I was among those people I felt just as I did when I was in high school, and it wasn't good. I didn't like a lot of them back then so why go to the trouble to see them again.

Going to reunions is not a life rule. Enjoy who you have become, and don't look back.

3:00 AM  
Blogger Mr. Nauton said...

you should go! It's hilarious to see people more screwed up and immature than they were when kids in school... I know no matter how pathetic I am, I can always laugh at my classmates...

9:51 AM  
Blogger Swinebread said...

I didn't go to mine, it really doesn't matter...

9:44 AM  
Blogger Jaliya said...

That you're a source of love and comfort to your children...means everything to them :-)

3:40 PM  
Blogger Adlibby said...

Here's my advice. Rent Grosse Point Blank and watch it. (John Cusack as a hitman attending his highschool reunion - freakin' funny!) Then liquor up and go.

I went to my 20 year. It was actually awesome. Everyone had swelled. The hot guy that I had obsessed over was uber-fat and had a fat-ass wife and 5, count 'em, 5 kids! The dorks were all doctors. It was like i imagine it would be if I ever dropped acid.

Ya gotta go! Think of the great blog fodder!

8:18 PM  

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