Beta should go the way of the beta i received for my 15th birthday. remind me to bellyache about that one someday

You know, I was going to do just a short post that was calm and boring about my poor baby who has the weight of the world on her shoulders, but then I keep getting assaulted with all this blogger beta bullshit, and I am going to fly into a rage right quickly. I was even sending this link to someone (hi Kate), and didn't want to go into a rant, but I am sorry. I am going to swear. Like a sailor. Like a sailor in a porno movie. Like a porno star sailor hanging out with Andew Dice Clay and Martin Laurence. So if that offends, stop now.
Ok, let's talk about this fucking suckass motherfucking beta bullshit. Every time I try to leave a comment on someone running beta, it always makes me re-enter the password, or the security word, and if I have to try more than three times, I want to throw this fucking thing out in the 19 feet of snow in my yard. Last night, I tried to do this whole long comment to Margo, apologizing for nagging her about smoking and giving some sage anti smoking advice, but after three tries, I just canceled the fucking comment. So if Margo ends up in an iron lung because she didn't get my quitting smoking advice, let's sue the motherfucking ass off blogger and then we can have enough money to attend Tom Cruise's next fake wedding - hopefully, next time our favorite homosexual actor chooses a wife who is shorter than him (think Amy Roloff) and who believes that crazy mofo scientology bullshit (I refuse to dignify that cult with a capital letter).
So I just write this long resonse to Chunks because everything is all topsy-turvy in Chunksville right now, and it took forever to leave the comment. THEN, trying to log onto here, well, let me tell you, I had to avoid 80 billion beta messages. I feel violated. Am I the last holdout? I feel like the last of the Stepford Wives, who hasn't been "stepforded" yet.
Ok, rant over. Sorry for that, I really am.
So my nice soft post is watered down by the ugliness now. I was just going to say that I am going to Regina tomorrow evening because I have a meeting all day Tuesday there. Well Rachel thought she would come and go Xmas shopping and just bring baby, since the other kids always love being at grandmas. But then, I forgot that Kelly is going through this stage where she doesnt like being away from us, so she was all gung-ho for tomorrow until tonight when the tears started and what got me was this: we were lying on the couch and she started crying saying "I'm not ready for you guys to go to Regina" and said "It's hard being a kid. It's hard going to school and going to swimming lessons and going to ballet. It's hard and I'm tired." And that was so wise and such sage knowledge that I wanted to bawl. My baby just carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. But I think we still are both going.
But you know, I never knew I could love like this, since I've had kids. It's just a fierce love, you know? Like you want to protect these kids and will do anything for them. We had a good family weekend. On Friday night, after ballet, we set up the tree, and then on Saturday, we cleaned all day, which must have sucked for them, but then we took them grocery shopping to Safeway, since the new renos are done and Starbucks is in there, and then we took them to Wendy's, which is like Disneyland for them, and then we bought them Ice Age and made snacks for them and snuggled on the couch. Then today we took them bowling, and then played minigolf, and then they had swimming lessons. So it was a fun weekend. But man, I love those kids so much.... it always pains me when people want to get away from their kids. Of course, it will be good to shop without the older two, but I'll miss them for that day.
So anyway, I will be MIA from Monday afternoon until Wednesday.
Well I should go. I want to find out who one the Liberal leadership race before bed. Am I old or what?
xo
JT