So maybe two posts…because the last one was well…depressing and shitty…as those type of things tend to be…but still needed to be said before it rattled around my brain any more.

So maybe an update of sorts…

I met this most *amazing* guy.  I totally less than three him. 

I am working still…which most days makes me laugh…and wow could I tell you stories…but I’ve found that alot of my stories involve shit or the cleaning up there of…or tales of silly things that have happened that really don’t make sense unless you know the residents I work with.  Let’s just say I think my dad put it best…one day he said…’I'd ask how your day went but I’m afraid that you’re going to tell me’.

Z is going into 4th grade…the Princess is going into 1st.  Time for more hair dye.

The Captain sucks ass…as does his family…and they are probably reading this…so wave…and then they can go back to their ass sucking ways.

Um…and yeah…I need to work on my creativity and inspired writing…anyone wanna be my muse?

Yes…it’s August…dead baby month…time to blog again. 

He would have been 3…this summer…I cannot wrap my head around it.  We were talking about post mortem care at work today.  I couldn’t put into words why the prospect didn’t bother me.

I’ve held a dead baby in my arms…

And it doesn’t get more shitty than that.