lakehouse

today was nice. mom time + panera...can't go wrong there. kevin came to the lakehouse and hung out with me and the kids. uncle billy took us out on elizabeth lake and i swam a bit with leah. the water was nice considering it was later and the sun was down.

i don't feel much like writing in this thing now, but i want to clear my head before pre-sleep reading. so here is a mini-rant for the time being:

it's frustrating that some people have two homes and some have none. that some people aren't absolutely sure that someone loves them every minute of every day. that some women are so selfconscious about their bodies that they won't let anyone love them. this is a result of many different fucked up factors, but one large contributing one is stupid jerks like comedian jeff foxworthy (who i'm very confused about because he isn't funny). yes i'm not a size 4. no i will not dress according to your fucking "fashion rules". if a girl with a pooch wants to wear a tube top, she damn well should. if i want to wear a tank top without a bra, i will. i could give two shits what your opinion on the matter is. my gorgeous chest and how i handle it is most definitely none of your concern. everyone is beautiful. fuck societal standards that have been invented by chauvinistic males who can't possibly know how to love life. what happened to the image of venus de milo and botticelli? beautiful, robust, soft women with wide childbearing hips and fleshy breasts? women need to stop hating and starving themselves and enjoy life. i'm type 2 diabetic and have pcos. yeah, if i starved myself and exercised excessively, i could probably be a size 4. but i'd also be unhealthy and miserable too. fuck that shit.

i still say q-tips are for ears.