My Single Mom Life

Such clever titles lately eh?

The kids are off to their last day of school before spring break starts tomorrow.
Report cards come home today and then the fun/boring/fighting/eating me out of house and home begins.

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About my blog, for those of you coming here just to fuel your own fires about me, this is mine.
I own it. I paid for the domain, I pay for the hosting. It's all mine and what I want to write here is my decision.
To base your sole opinion of me on one issue and one issue alone is so silly.
To come here and read my thoughts is entirely up to you but you have zero rights here. This is mine.
You can get mad about what I write, you can snoop around looking for stuff to make yourself feel better, heck you can even try to log into my site and trash it if you feel like it, if it makes you feel better.
The great thing about my site is it logs ips.
I know certain ips, like mine and over the course of the last few years that I have been doing this, I have come to recognize certain ips as ones who consistently try to log in.
A new one made an attempt Tuesday night.
Twice.
I am watching it and comparing it with other ips from other sources and I'm just going to warn you, if you try it again and I match it with a known ip, there will be hell to pay.
I have been civil, I have been kind, I have not been rude or disrespectful and quite frankly, I'm sick of your shit.
I'm beginning to tire of your endless feelings of superiority.
I will not be bullied, I will not back down on my views. I hold my opinions close to me just as you do but I would never go to the lengths that you have chosen to go to, to make yourself feel better.
Tampering with someones website can be tricky.
If I catch you, I will do whatever I can to make you learn that this shit isn't gonna fly, isn't acceptable and if I find out you can be punished for it, such as law breaking of some sort, I will nail your ass to the wall.
Like me, hate me, whatever. Tamper with my site or my life and you will find out just what a bitch I can be.

The guilty person knows who they are and knows that this is directed at them. Those of you who are reading this and don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, don't worry about it, it's obviously not you.
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I have house cleaning to do today. I feel like doing it finally and other things I should be doing but didn't want to and then after school, hopefully go get Sebastians frames.
I'm hoping my back will cooperate. So far, it's not looking that way but I'm gonna try like hell to do it today. If it means walk ten paces and stop, then so be it.

Does this mean I'm out of my funk completely?
I don't know, but today I feel like doing stuff so I'm gonna try.
Later days.