How You Guys Rock...
- You read my blog even when it sucks.
- You leave comments that make me laugh and cry.
- You comment even when I'm a douchebag and don't reply to your comments.
- Ewe Girl says that you all would kick ass if I needed you to, and she thinks that's scary but totally cool.
- I feel like I have a Internet support system.
When my father died I never felt so supported as when I read your comments over and over. You ALL mean so much to me.
I'm not going to air my dirty laundry (the breakup) here, but I would like to make an official statement that hopefully won't hurt H3.2. I broke up with him, and I was very sad that it had to end. That's it.
I may be posting more or less than usual for a while, I'm not sure yet. I promise that even if my funny bone is damaged for a bit The Chicken That Is The Cool will still have funny things to share. Speaking of Chicken...
When Chicken and I arrived home early this evening, H3.2 had moved all of his things out. I was a bit blue and sitting on the stairs when Chicken walks up to me with a BIG tupperware container. Inside was chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, a layer of whipped cream, more caramel syrup, another layer of whipped cream and caramel on top of that. (Yes, we're out of ice cream.) But fuckin' A! that concoction was delicious. I love my boy.
posted by Sam at
7:34 PM
24 Comments:
That kid is so amazing. I am sorry to hear that things ended, but if you say it had to, then it did. I hope you recover well, and if I am ever out in San Diego, maybe I get get stoned enough to make a move on you. That cheers you up, right?
Take care.
Wow. That's why I love Aughra. :)
oh man.. hang in there and your son rocks!!!!!!
What an ass I am. Came to your site (yesterday I think) but in a brainless, not a smart person way -I zoned in on your picture with the baby and didn't even read the post - figured I would come back later and read it.
NOw I feel like a loser. As loser with obressive B.O and a sweaty brow. As I am still cooking in this heat. But an official un supportive loser either way.
I am coming down Sunday I think - I will find you and I will get you drunk and you can tell Chicken that I am Lorraine - not Anna your internet friend. Yeah - Lorraine.
And Ewe girl is right. iwould kick ass for you. At least try. I would also let you stick around and what me get my ass kicked by whomever I jumped on your behalf...
hi hi... i'll try the recipe at home.
I'd offer some lovin but it appears that the only kind you be wantin would be of the female kind.
I'm not offended though, just make sure to take pics and share them with your closest male friends!
As previously stated...call me if you'd like to vent.
About what you said Sam about us rockin... well its cause we care about you and Chicken. I just wish that I could meet in real life the types of people that blog such as yourself etc. There is currently a shortage of nice real people it seems. Someday Gerbera and I would like to meet you and Chicken. Sam its you and Chicken that rock.
Ah, that Chicken of yours is one cool little dude! ((hug))
Hmm..I would totally kiss ass for you. Totally. Anytime that you wanted.
Oh. You said kick ass. Oh. Well I would totally do that to.
Totally.
Oh yeah...Can you tell Chicken that Im a little sad too (since I realized it was kick not kiss) and that I would like a tupperware bowl of sin brought to me?
ok, good. i'm glad someone is on flavored sugar duty. whew!
i will smoke a cigarette for you since you are doing much better than i at quitting.
i'm sorry about the "i had to" type of breakup. those are the worst. because you don't want to, but you have to or else you can't look at yourself in the mirror.
that's what i'm going through now. just pray he doesn't start calling you, like Repo does. it really messes with your head. yeah, he calls right as i'm falling asleep, so i always end up crying myself to sleep. because i'm a dumbass and i always answer. then we talk, and i get upset. blah blah.
btw, i don't fart.
and i'll keep reading no matter what.
i heart sam.
beeotch.
I think you should seriously consider an arranged marriage between my Abby and your Chicken. They both know how to cuss and do it properly (albeit, we haven't moved up past "crap" yet, but we're working on it), they both have amazing senses of humor and well, she would be putty in his hands the first time he brought her a Tupperware bowl containing a diabetic coma. And you and I would share grandkids.
Omg, I just read comments over at Annaland and saw that H3.2 ruined the surprise of the Miss Universe pageant for you. Did the breakup occur over that? Because if it did...then I am now so totally in love with you for being so .... so....so heat of the moment!
(Please tell me that made you smile and not cry...please?)
Your boy is an angel. Maybe you should start calling him Angel Chicken. Or Chicken Angel. I don't know. He's just amazing.
erf.. I'm sorry :(
Chicken does rock! I will bug you this weekend..
Chicken is one awesome kid. :)
I agree with the Virginia Belle...the "I had to" type of break-up has got to be THE WORST kind of break-up. All I can say is I am sorry. Cheerful thoughts and hugs to you Sam.
Your boy, The Chicken That Is Cool is an amazing person. Everyone should have a Chicken in their life to bring them a concoction of sweet gooey goodness when they are sad. I would have to say Man is as close to a Chicken as I will ever get. He is a lot like Chicken in an adult form.
Chicken's name in real life is Alex Hitchens, right?
I have found the answer to your financial woes, and his name is Chicken. He is very possibly the first male human in the history of male humans to finally understand the female psyche. He needs to quickly write a book or put together a "program" and sell it on an infomercial before he grows up, forgets it all and becomes a "guy."
I'm impressed that Chicken knew the right thing to do. You've raised him well!
Sorry for your hearthache. Breakups are tough no what the circumstances, and especially if as a blogger, you kinda need to put it out there too. Do something selfish for you and chicken this weekend..live it up.
Good thoughts..G
Yeah, hang in there.
same shit diff blogland over here....'cept he's still living here cause he "has no-where to go".....yeah....fun living in this house ! ...NOT! Hang in....you did the right thing...
Sorry to hear about H3.2 Sam. Really.
Since I'm going through some hard times of my own, I would like to audition for H 4.o.
Hang in there, my friend. I'll be thinking of you.
im always thinking of you and care for you and love your blog and your son rules i hate it when you are sad and shitty shit happens.
you are toatlly an inspiration to me. big time.
best regards, nice info »
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