I Got Girls

I got girls who have had my back for years, and some who have had my back from distances,  only minutes, and only cyber miles. I am forever greatful they put up with my shit on any level, and they aren’t afraid to give me some credit for being a decent human too.

These women play it classy when I blunt mouth gets out of control.

Some let me corrupt them from ages 12-20.

They’ll be MY designated driver.

They can appreciate a random “Sandman” post card via snail mail.

Drive us everwhere, every time, because I drive a huge truck that eats gas. 

I say “I would love to have that book” and it’s on my doorstep in under three days.

They “Get” my sarcastic, analytical attitude . 

Let ME do her hair, hurt her scalp and still think I’m rad. 

Oh My God they leave me benign emails with subject lines like ,”Big Penis’s and Tight Asses”  and inside the email is a link to Amazon.

I love these ladies. You know who you are. All of you ladies, be good to each-other. We’re a species with immense strengths. We should use them, and stop being petty to one another. That shit makes me mad.

Thanks girls. For being fucking fabulous!!!!

This is the BEST!!

Oh My.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a take it slow, mellow, kinda gal. I don’t like busy days, and constant motion. Looks like latey I have had no choice. So today I did absolutely nothing except make dinner, play with the kids, and clean (wait, is that even “nothing” anyway?).  And tomorrow I’m off spinning again, until next Sunday. I have a test tomorrow which I  hope to ace. We’ll see.  I didnt do as well as I thought I did last test, so I’m a little uneasy about being confident again. Good news though, I’ve recently read ab article from 2006 that says folks who graduate with their Masters in Psy start at somewhere around $72,000. In a clinical psy job position. Which are numerous. I havent really gotten an idea of my specific field of research/study yet. There are SO many different theories and type of practice. I feel very strongly about working primarily with women, and I’m thinking PTSD facinates me…so maybe there specificly….ok I don’t need to  make my career decisions here on a blog. I’m off. To spin.

Happy Birthday Bridget!