Anyways. Not a lot has been going on. Little here and a little there. I have not been working on my painting lately. The last time I painted I forgot about my brushes and I left them on the isle with tons of paint on them. They dried like that. I just bought them darn things. However - I have a trick. I let them soak in baby oil for a couple of days and then use either dish soap or hard core bar of soap (zest) and my finger nails and work the paint out of them. Works every time. Takes a while but its better than buying new paint brushes. They are not cheap!
I cried today because my 8 year old told my nieghbors 8 year old that she was going to bully her at school because she would not stop arguing with her and calling her names. Then the next day my neighbors child is too afraid to go to school and tries to fake sick. I know that her child can be really rude and mean also. She says she is not saying it is all my child and I am really hoping she means that. So now I get to deal with that nonsense. FUN. I cried because of reasons that go far back beyond this blog. I once lived (military life) in a very stressful duplex where all the wives in the area were fighting and starting trouble with everyone. I was so stressed out all the time that I think it really helped kick start my anxieties when it comes to being a social person because at once I started to imagine that the one I have today would start acting like the ones I had a long time ago. I just cried it out. I know its not her. She is nothing like them. But I still could not help myself. I have to get along with my neighbors. I just have to. Everyone should. I guess if they are out of control that can not be helped. But if it can be helped I think it should be a very important issue. I know also that how I react to those outside of my home as well as inside, is how my children will learn to react to all of it.(That is how I knew when the neighbors had a problem with me. Their children would be rude to me or they would be nice. It was really a strange roller coaster ride) So there will be no sides taken. I just have to make it work. And I know that my way is not always the right way. I have to stay very open minded. It is hard sometimes but I try.
Why do the cats have to follow me up here and fucking lick themselves! I am watching one do it and her tongue I am sure is about 10 miles long. Its gross. I tapped the desk and the poor little shits jumped. Then continued to lick themselves. (sigh) Its really cute when the spread those legs open as wide as they can and lick their junk. OH MY GOSH! I am actually laughing out of mania as I type that. I hate it.
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