I have a house (leaky, creaky and bloody freezing currently, but a floor, four walls and a flat roof, nonetheless), I have my children - their physical health and my own, my children have a mother, I've had a rich and varied life up until now. . . admittedly I don't feel particularly secure - but that's potentially a reflection of my state of mind, rather than reality
and I realised over Christmas, when The Teen was away with his father learning how to snow-board, when the oven broke half-way thru cooking the turkey, when it turned out that I'd bought Mini-Teen the wrong pair of hair straighteners for her xmas gift, when Teen Too stayed in bed reading his book until two in the afternoon rather than come down and sit with his sister and I, that I was the only person putting direct pressure on myself
a quick check with the pyramid:
and while we're at it:
anyhow, what was I saying about coffee?
(HEY! I have coffee!)
and I hope you do too
or a beverage of your choice. . .
is the bit I forgot to add on the end of the above,
because I hadn't had enough coffee already
as well as horoscopes, I seem to be inundated with all sorts of other crap (I think someone, somewhere has signed up one of my email addresses to some kind of spamming site or other) (or possible more than one) (not that I'm bothered, but I hate people doing things behind my back); this morning one of my inboxes contained this delightful missive:
"in total you were reviewed for dating 3 times
and 2 people expressed interest in you;
you are more desirable
than 88% of 44,915,587 people"
who on earth is responsible for putting the statistics together on that one? what a load of old cobblers!
I would have thought that if there are 44,915,587 people and I was (only) "reviewed" three times that I'm not very "desirable" at all. . . but then I last studied statistics in 1985, so perhaps analytical thought has moved on since. . .
however, while we're on the subject (well, I am) I'm not sure if I want to be "desirable" at all actually, unless someone informs me of my options in advance (and what does "reviewed" mean anyway?)
or I put myself forward for it in the first place (none of these are really things that bother me, I'm just waiting for the laundry to finish spinning so I can put the next load in) (so don't trouble yourself to answer anything that I've written that just happens to end with an exclamation and/or question mark, please - I'm pretty sure you have more important things to do with your time) (I'd hope so, anyhow)
not that I'm a paranoid control freak, because I'm not
I'm just quite fussy, it seems