My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.



Today is better than yesterday. I'm bucking up and moving forward.

All that ambition and motivation I had for school last week has gone in two very different directions since yesterday:

1) I have doubled, quadrupled, or even quintupled my eagerness to start school and find a nice cushie phlebotomy job. I also want to add an injectables class to my schedule. I should be a freakin' RN, but I don't have that kind of time. Well, time is not so much the issue as usable brain space and patience and ambition, and oh yeah- intelligence.

2) I wish I hadn't signed up for school. Yes, I know what I just said not 2 sentences ago. But here's the logic (if you want to call it that): If I hadn't of signed up for school the whole course of destiny could have been changed. None of yesterday might have ever happened!! If I hadn't washed my hands yesterday morning then everything could have changed too. Ok, the original point I think I was making is: humm- I don't know what it was.

Anyways... I can almost see today. I cried to the point yesterday that my eyes were about 70% swollen shut. If you've never done that kind of crying, might I suggest you don't try it. I wont be wearing eyeliner anytime soon. Not that I would have any way, but you know what I mean.

Jef was worried that I'd already written him off as a dead man. Of course I hadn't, but I can understand that fear. He should know by now that I don't give up on anything that easily. I am the dork who's standing in the freezing rain when her team is down 20 to nothing in the 9th inning still cheering like mad. And I don't even like baseball that much.

Imagine what I will do for my best friend.

--The Milk Maid is best served cold.


Amy & Ryan said...

You are someone I would want in my corner if I were down. You are such a strong woman and I truely admire your bravery and courage. Jef will be ok and you will get to yell at him for another 30 years......or maybe just have those lovely couch romps for the next 30 years! Your family is my thoughts.

Amy :)

B said...

Girl, I worried about you all night. About the school thing..YOU'RE STAYING IN!!! I've got all of my flash cards gathered up for you and everything. You had a right to cry yesterday, but i'm glad you're squaring your shoulders and getting ready for the battle now. I think Jef can do anything as long as you're behind him. Thanks for the goat story..I laughed my ass off. Stupid friggin goats! : ) Did you spit on a goat this morning for me?

Milk Maid said...

Oh I'm staying in school for sure B. And I have spit on every goat around today :D

Marcy "meg" said...

I am so sorry girl. I meant to catch you online yesterday and I got to stupid busy at work. I am so sorry about Jef, but everyone is right... he will be around another 40 or 50 years for you guys to have couch sex! Stupid kidneys... I hate em!

I am so proud of you and your school ambition! I said for you to come here and draw my blood? Are you coming or what? :)

twondra said...

Jef's so lucky to have you! You're such a huge support to him and he knows that. :) You're his angel. Hang in there! You're so Amy said, I'd want you in my corner. :) (((HUGS)))

kittenroar5 said...

I call those eyes frog eyes... and they suck. All of this sucks and I have little useful to say except I'm sending some karma your way. Let me know and I'll send some tequila too.

Michell said...

Yes those crying bouts suck. And if you wear contacts, it ruins them. And after wearing contacts for more than 20 years I still haven't figured out to take them out first. Hang in there and I hope everything starts looking up soon. As far as school goes, yes don't give up on that. It will be awesome. My thoughts are with you and your family.