It was a good day

Mom came! and Dad emailed old pictures of us "working" on cars together. (He's holding me and the wrench) (yeah, I was a cute baby) (ok, enough nostalgia - and parenthesis) sighs, I had a good talk with Mom. I'm not sure how happy she is with me... but I think she understands better now... I just want to say for the record that I am sick of being the goat! I'll admit to being an idiot. I'll admit to having no idea what I wanted. I'll admit to changing my mind a lot. However, I am not responsible for everything. Shakes head, and I guess that's really a ridiculous thing to put here, but I needed to put it somewhere and here works as well as anywhere even though it's more likely to raise questions that won't get answered. Shrugs, it's my blog, I get to make incomprehensible statements. So I guess I'm happy because I realize how loved I am and I quit blaming myself entirely. I know I need to change, but I'm not the utter dregs of the universe either. I am salvageable and I want to do something worthwhile. Goodnight