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Not impressed

Vinnie is not impressed with Sons of Anarchy.

I am officially a runner, or at least my toe is

I am so excited!  I am losing a toe nail.  It's disgusting.  Maybe tomorrow I'll post a pic, but today it's just too nasty and I'd make you vomit looking at the poor thing.

After I run my feet are stinky and smelly and generally in need of love.  I was just putting my flip flops on, but my dog ate my new flops and I haven't replaced them yet.

Yes hard to believe the famous Mrs. Maya eats shoes, but yes its her one fault.  That and her paws that smell like fritos. 

I found these shoes at DSW, and than ordered them off Amazon, where they were cheaper. 

Do you do that?  Find something in a store, try it on and than stand there with your iphone finding it cheaper elsewhere, that's me.  The 5.5 foot tall dork in the store searching for the cheapest price. 

Back to the shoes, they are Sanuks

I love them! 

These are called the "scribble".  You can buy them at Amazon, Sanuk.com, Nordstrom, DSW doesn't sell them online for women.  Please go get a pair …

Words can hurt

That's as much as a statement as it is a self conviction.  I know that I say things sometimes that come out hurtful, even if it's not it my heart.

Today my feeler got broken.  That's Riddick's statement when feelings get hurt, "you feeler got broke", like an antennae on a caterpillar. 

"Yes but you are not a real mom".  The person that said it really didn't mean it the way in which she sounded.  I believe she didn't.  It was a reference to children getting older, and I commented that I understand. 

I am not a real Mom, a Mother.  I did not birth children nor adopt them.  I raised two step sons full time during my 17 year marriage from hell.  And did a good job. I hid from them the things their father was doing, and provided a loving place for them to call home.

Currently I'm a step mom to two wonderful kidlets.  Pinky and Ironman.  I never forget for a moment that I don't have kids of my own.  I regret it.  It's a painful topic…