It just doesn't matter any more.

Kevin and I were on the computers tonight, and Kevin said, "I notice you don't get many comments lately.  Do you think it's not updating or something?"

I said, "No, people probably just don't give a shit about what I'm posting." 

I wasn't hurt, or bothered.  I realized, that after more than 2 years of posting, it really doesn't bother me any more.  I use this journal to keep friends updated, upload a video from time to time, or just to vent.  If I get 10 comments, I'm thrilled and excited.  If I get 2, cool.  If I don't get any, I'm good with that.  It used to make me sad, like nobody was reading.  Now, I'm good with it.

When I talk, people are interested and engaged.  I don't live or die by this journal.  Sorry, but I'll live through it.  LOL

Life is good at Fierro central.

A Wonderful Weekend

The weekend was awesome.  It took several years for Jonathan to grow into himself, and several years for the two of us to accept each other as we are.  He is quite an amazing adult, and makes my husband (his dad) proud.

Friday night, we chilled and visited.  Jonathan played some tunes for us (as seen in my previous entry) and we just hung out.  Saturday morning, we got up early and headed out.  Brett was too tired from work to join us, and we missed him, but we still had fun.  We went to City Market and looked around a bit.  Then we went to Super Flea (the worlds biggest trashy garage sale, sort of) and saw everything from bongs to tarantulas and scorpians to trashy Tshirts.  After that, we had lunch at On The Border.  All of it was awesome.  Saturday night, we played Trivial Pursuit with Tammy (my best friend) and Greg (her husband).  It was Jonathan's first time at this game, and we had a lot of fun.

Sunday, we just chilled out and watched Nascar (Jr. was robbed!) and football (I should kill the guy than injured LJ!) and ate too much and relaxed too much.  Jonathan was very happy to have the chance to see my Mom and Dad, my Aunt Charlene, Pat, and my nephew Arick.  He was really happy.  When we told him goodbye last night, he looked happy, but I'm never sure.  He left this morning, and his grammy (with whom he's living right now) said he'd never sounded happier.  That makes me smile.

I'm happy, and I'm chillin'.  And one more thing:  A big ol' hug to Russ, because I KNOW that not EVERYONE had a great weekend.  I wish I could share mine.

Jonathan's visit

Jonathan's visit

Jonathan came up for the weekend!  WoooHooo!  We plan to go to city market tomorrow, as well as Super Flea.  Do NOT get me started on Super Flea. I'll have to take pictures.  I made Jonathan play guitar for us for a while, and captured some crappy video on my camera.  He plays so well.  I can't wait until tomorrow, when the "Fierro 6" are together again!

Just stuff

It's survivor night, and Kevin isn't here.  He is having poker night at work.  It's going to be one Thursday a month, which is great.  He never gets out of the house, other than work.  Brett is gone, and I hope he's at work.  I didn't know he was working tonight, so I left a voice mail and sent a text message.  I hope he answers soon, 'cause I'm worried.  He will be 18 in a few weeks, but I still worry.  It's my right.

Well, the frozen pizza is done, and the Pringles are ready to be opened, so I guess I better get the TV set for Survivor.  It's a night of great TV, and one of the few nights that I network-hop.  I usually stick with one network through a given night, but not on Thursday.  Survivor, Grey's Anatomy, and ER.  I gotta get a hobby.

Why is it, that in the middle of a great evening, I get sadish.  Kind of nostalgic.  Kind of pissy, almost.  Like I could cry for no reason.  Oh yeah, I *do* know why.  Never mind.  Stupid hormones.

The last post from S.C.

Here are a very few pictures left over from the trip.  My luggage was lost, I had less than 4 hours of sleep, and was useless on Monday.  Last night, I was lazy.  Tonight, I post.

The trip home consisted of crying babies and sitting in front of Sneezy McSnotterson, who probably infected me with the plague.  "Sniff, snort, sneeze, drip."  Must be the most disgusting man in the history of head colds.

I had a good book to read, and the trip went fairly fast.  It took an hour and a half to realize my bag was lost, because 4 flights were dumping luggage on to the same carosel.  Smart, KCI, very smart.  My luggage was delivered last night at about 8:15, all in good shape and everything working.

Always good to be home.

Just checking in

Well, I made it through the day at work yesterday, on less than 4 hours of sleep, but I must say I was useless.  I tried really hard, but after 2 or so, I stared a lot.  I finally left 20 minutes early and headed home.  My luggage arrived at 8:15 or so, in good shape.  Thank goodness.

I have so much to tell about my trip home, but I'm tired.  I'll try tomorrow.  The girls just went to bed, and griped at each other well after the time that they should have been asleep.  That will make for a wonderful morning, I'm sure.

Natalie told me that they get out early tomorrow.  When I logged in tonight, to tell Mom, she had already emailed me to ask about it.  Sorry mom, I didn't know.  I'm a shitball working mom.  I try real hard, but I swear, there is always someone or some school thing proving that I'm failing.  I can't afford a trumpet, I don't know my kids are out of lunch money until the school tells me, and I forget about early-out days until the girls remind me.  Hell, DFS is going to snatch those girls away any minute.  Don't get me started on book orders, either.  Let's go to the library and forget about that high priced shit, ok?  Sorry kids.

I don't mean to suck, but my busy season is beginning at work, and I will be a worse mom by the day.  Just hang on until January, and we'll be ok.  Honest. 

I really hope my kids don't hate me because of my job.

The joys of air travel

South Carolina to Washington D.C. - cramped near the back of a small plane near a crying baby who was only soothed by very LOUD toys.

Washington D.C to Kansas City - cramped near the back of a small plane near a different crying baby, soothed by nothing.

I made the connecting flight just fine.  My luggage did not.

Now it's 2 in the morning, and I have to get the kids off to school in the morning.  Then I'll go BACK to the airport and collect my bag.  Then I'll go to work.

*sigh*

You are all coordially invited to my pity party.  Bring beer.