Oh boy was today just exhausting!
Nothing like driving a bus full of kids in the freakin' snow. Actually the bus eats through the snow, it was my 4x4 that was being wimpy which was infuriating! I did a full 360 and then some, just before turning onto my road. Thank God there were no oncoming cars, just one behind me and they were smart enough to stay put. I'm so happy to be home now, all curled up with my coffee and my dog Rocky. Now if only my girls would shut the hell up for five minutes of peace!

Aaaargh, but I still wouldn't change a thing.
My life is what I made it.
Many times I've had people (who mean well, or just can't mind their own business) say: "Geez Veronica, you're so smart, you could've been anything if you had put your mind to it"...

Really???
So I'm a complete failure????
How is living my life the way I see fit, a failure?
I chose a healthy lifestyle over drug addiction, I got my G.E.D, I married my baby daddy so I wouldn't have to hear my mom bitch that I have "two illegitimate kids" (gasp!), I've worked my ass off to provide a stable and loving home for my girls. They have everything I didn't and more. And I even quit smoking so I'd set a good example.

I went to Litchfield schools and it was ridiculous because we had no business living there. My father was a dreamer and blew smoke out his ass. He didn't provide for us. He was too busy fucking the waitress who was my classmates mother. He was a constant source of humiliation and disappointment....And I was so ashamed of my family, being the housekeepers daughter, and growing up poor in a rich town. So being the rebellious unsupervised youth that I was, I ran wild. Did things none of the other kids were doing and had a blast. Good times, good times;)
I'll spare the details because I'm not writing an autobiography, though I have a thousand stories I could tell. My experiences have shaped my life, helped me realize it's value. I take nothing for granted, I'm proud of who I am and the path I've chosen. And I love my mom dearly for doing the best she could.

Seeing that I'm almost 31, I need to reassure myself that it's really okay. I'm an adult (ugh) and I'm not old (yet) and my regrets are few. I get scared when I start having doubts or when someone rattles my confidence.
I'll admit, getting older freaks me out. It does. I just want to live my life. Not dwell on it or live it vicariously through my single friends,lol... Writing has always given me, I don't know...inner strength? I feel so much better now for seeing it before my eyes.
I'm weird, what can I say?

I've got to wrap this up because I've been writing for over an hour and the house isn't gonna clean itself....Maybe I should call my mother;)

C-Ya.....