Bloodlines and other fun stuff.....

Good afternoon all. I don't know about where you are, but here in NY it is a beautiful, sunny, perfect September day. I hate that I am at work and not outside somewhere enjoying it.

Bowling, was great. I had so much fun. I laughed and wore horrible neon tri color rental shoes that countless others have worn. I laughed, and I could breathe. I should mention, that I am not a good bowler. Not by a long shot, but apparently it is good to have a lousy bowler on your team cause it gives you a better handicap or something like that. I will learn more about these bowling rules and words as I go along. I am a research freak and a perfectionist.

I went out Saturday and bought some bowling shoes. If I had a clue how to post a pic, I would gladly share them with you, but, alas, I have no idea how to do that.

I have so much I want to share today, since I haven't posted in a few days but am working on a project with a deadline, so I will have to be brief.

So. Ok, the prince. Does it make me a really really bad mother that I actually can not completely wait for him to grow up and move out of my house? Things are status quo right now. Not a bad thing. But he just manipulates me and when I call him on it he gets such a freaking attitude and talks to me like I am a piece of poop. I am just so over it. He has this complete sense of entitlement that I can not comprehend. He actually started pulling the "It is my fault he is in rehab" bit again this weekend. Yes, Prince Charming, I apologize for marrying and procreating (not necessarily in that order) with a man before getting his complete genetic makeup and family history and mixing his alcoholic tainted blood with the bloodline of my alcoholic family, however, I did NOT put the coke up your nose and make you snort it, or hock my jewelry to support your habit and pretty much stop going to school. These were your choices. Your options. And you know what? I still don't feel he is getting clean for the right reason. When we further discussed his dirty urine, his response was that it was "Just Weed". I can not tell you how that statement makes my blood boil. He was like, at least I didn't relapse on blow, be glad I didn't "rail some lines". I'm thinking, oh my little prince, you should be glad I don't beat you where you stand........