Be afraid, I’ve been thinking….

So, I wrote a bunch back in December (maybe earlier, the wine makes it hard to remember and I’m too lazy to go back and check) and I guess it was pretty good/funny/horrific stuff.

Was feeling guilty the other day that I have totally ignored my blog and that got me to thinking…  Why wasn’t I posting stuff anymore?  And it’s actually a pretty scary thing.  When I start thinking.  Almost nothing good comes from me thinking, cause I think some pretty wierd shit. (is spellcheck working?  cause “wierd” looks totally wrong….)

What I thought this time was quite the epiphany, though.  I’m a sarcastic person.  When I’m down I turn my down into funny.  It’s a coping mechanism.  If I can’t laugh at myself, who can I laugh at?  Since January, my life has definitely turned up.  I’m back to work, I love what I do, I let go of some baggage I’d been lugging around….  Ya know, just stuff.  I realized I have a harder time writing when I’m actually content than I do when I’m stressed out and depressed.  So does that mean I need to let things get bad again before I pen something that others will find entertaining to read?  HELL NO!  I just need to work harder at it.  My son thinks I’m pretty funny – even now, when I’m content with life.  WIN!

I’m gonna have to tap my son’s memory for this one, but he says I say some shit that just makes him laugh and makes him really like me as a “cool mom” – and I think it’s pretty awesome that my son likes me.  I mean, kids HAVE to love their parents.  It’s in the kids handbook or something.  But to LIKE your parent?  That’s pretty awesome.

So here’s a teaser – until I can ask him what else he remembers:
1. We’re driving down a side road and this dude is walking down the sidewalk looking like a total douchewaffle.  I say, “I bet he thinks he’s cool.  He’s cool – like Nickleback.”
2. I’m sitting outside in the sun reading.  I can hear my son through the sliding glass door describing some situation he witnessed.  It was f-ing this and f-ing that and f everything within a 30 second tirade. So I lecture him like this – “Look, I heard everything and you said the “f” word about 15 times in the last 30 seconds.  I think one “f” would have been enough.

Is it too late to revise my parenting skills?  I think I’m falling short of the mark here.