What do YOU wanna be when you grow up?

I didn't wanna be a ballerina, an astronaut, a teacher or a foreign spy (well..okay..maybe that was kind of a fabulous idea) I wanted to be Scarlet-friggin'-O'Hara!

Will i ever have this again?

Right now this seems so far away from who i am. I've been alone and in bad health to long to even remember what it was like to wake up next to someone beautiful. I want that feeling back.

You probably need a psychiatrist when..

You realize that you're turning 36 this week, but you've been locked in the same room, home on disability for 2 months making skeleton dolls (and no one's even BOUGHT a set from you ever). You don't have an apt, a boyfriend, an income that can get you jack shit in this world, you barely have any real friends..life is moving past you..but you're not living it..a car accident took you out of commission a year and a half ago..and everything was downhill from there..you don't know how to get back on your feet..and guess what? your feet don't even work because of the accident. Good thing you keep buying all those shoes you can never wear though..right on.

this from a woman who fames herself for her commen sense

My mom needs glasses. (and a hearing aid if you ask me) But she doesn't WANT to wear them, for what reason? I'm not sure. So instead of just wearing glasses like most normal people she's gone and made up little handwritten stickers on everything in her bathroom cabinet so she can read what it is in the morning (you'd think we'd get her a Brother P-touch...but it's kinda more fun to laugh and watch her do it)..she has "lipgloss"..(and she gets really detailed in her descriptions) "illuminating face powder" she even writes "good" or "bad" depending on how she thinks the color of something flatters her. She spent the entire day yesterday re-labeling one cabinet. I said.."just wear your glasses mom" and she barked back at me.."Stephie! you know i hate those things!!" ...bewildering..really.

What they DON'T tell you about being skinny

They don't tell you that when you get past the glory years of 25-35 your Dr's gonna come into the room one day and say.."did you know your bone density scan shows that you have Osteoperosis?"..and even then you're looking down at your shoes and going.."God i am SO glad i got these, i should have bought them in brown too."

in a sea of blogs..who am i to say i'm hot shit?

Everyone has a blog. They're so trendy now...so why the hell do i want one? Because if people thought Cory Kennedy was cool why the hell wouldn't they think i was? Everyone seems to be having 15 minutes of internet fame these days so why the hell don't i jump on the bandwagon..I don't really have anything better to do and i actually might have some funny things to say. If no one reads it..I'll amuse myself anyway : )

the Truth Hurts

When I was in the 3rd grade, my teacher Mrs Sable told my mom.."Stephanie doesn't always play well with the other students". I loathed her for saying so. It wasn't possible. Those other kids were lunatics.