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I hate it when I text a billion people and none of them text me back.

I was feeling sort of woosy in my tummy this morning, so I had a cheeseburger for breakfast.  I'm not sure that was wise.

The very fact that I am 99% done with my Christmas shopping is actually making me nervous.  I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Bella, our beagle, ate a checker yesterday.  I don't know where she snagged it from.  All I heard was this crunch sound and looked down; half a checker gone.

Seriously, just text me back, people.  I'm not asking for a novel, just a simple acknowledgement that you did indeed see the text I sent you.

I hate the weekends when my kids go stay with my ex-husband.  While a small break from child care is sort of nice, I am the kind of mom who only needs about an hour away.  Then I'm good.  The entire weekend is just far too much.  I mean, why do we reward men who walk away from their families with these extravagant weekend visits where they get to be the Awesome Daddy Who Takes The Kids To Burger King and The Park and Lets Them Play the Wii All Night?  He gets glorified as the Good Guy because he pays his child support and takes the children to do fun things twice a month (his weekends).  Really?  'Cause last I checked, he still walked out on us for no reason, and I still have to tell my 4 and 6 year olds that Daddy lives elsewhere now.  That would make him the Bad Guy, I don't care how many BK kids meals he buys.

See?  Now I'm angry.  I gotta go.

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I've brought it to my own attention that my writing is usually best in short, random bursts.  So I deleted my old boring what-it's-like-to-be-a-single-mom blog and started this one. I'm just gonna random the crap out of it.

I've had so little sleep lately that I can't function.  This is nothing new, but I still feel the need to complain about it occasionally.

WHY is coffee so expensive these days?!  Walking down the coffee aisle at WalMart immediately gives me palpatations.  I can't live without it, and I don't mind drinking the cheap stuff if I have to... but even the cheap stuff is getting awfuly pricey these days.  Dear coffee people, please stop.

I got a dog for my kids four days ago.  She's a beagle, and all she does is sleep.  When she does bother to wake up, she goes and steals a toy from one of the kid's rooms and quietly takes it outside.  My front yard looks like a teddy bear graveyard.

I should really, really, really be cleaning my house right now.  The new dog tracks in plenty of mud.  The general clutter took over long before the dog came. I have no one to blame but myself.