Jibber Jabber

So this week is going to be crazy. Its all crazy around the drive in. July fourth, the third really, is my step-mother in-laws family reunion. There are supposed to about 60 peeps here. And also on sat we have the First Annual spud drive-in car show. That should be cool. But there is still the giant junk yard in the back here, surrounding our houses. Will that ever be cleaned up? My father in-law has all these projects he hopes to do "one day". Yeah right! Who knows how long all that crap has been sitting back here. We have been here a year now. And my man has talked him into hauling so much of it off already. But you would never even know it if you looked. When friends stop by and I tell them that, they laugh at me. Like I am telling a joke. But really its true.

My girls birthday is in two weeks. She will be two. And here I sit today trying to make invites, so she can actually have a party. I hope I can get them done. I guess we'll see. Sometimes I just don't feel like doing all of it. My ,man, he's a good pop. He just doesn't hang out all that much. Sometimes I feel like a single parent. How bad is that. Oh well right?

I was talking with one of my girl friends yesterday. She was telling me she is thinking about splitting on her man. Just packing all her crap, and leaving. Man I could never do that, I really do love my husband. But I guess like everyone, I feel like I am alone sometimes, just sweatin' life out, without help. Her reasoning for it is tho, she has two kids (not his) and he drinks a lot. He is like thirteen years older than here. And is always drunk. I think then I would leave for sure. Life throws you hard shit to deal with.

I think I would rather Talk my man into splitting with me, and going anywhere but here. We used to be like that. Until we had our girl. Just throw all of our shit in the back of the car (it all used to fit there). We could never do that know. Our girl has so much crap. But split without telling him, leaving him with all the bills and crap like that. Wow, conscious people.