Done...blogged everyday for a month. Go me.
Happy Memorial Day Ya'll.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Gifts.
First of all, this has to be said...Mother Nature is an angry old cunt. :) And, ya know why? Because yesterday I realized that that bitch ruins every holiday for me. I don't want her fucking gifts. She sends them to me somewhere between 25th-1st...so lets take a look at some things. Christmas, 25th. Thanksgiving, generally falls in the 24-29 range. My birthday, 27th. Memorial Day, always falls in that range. Labor Day, sometimes falls in the range. Magnum's birthday, 29th. New Year's, 31st & 1st. I mean, really Lady?
In other news...
Yesterday never got better. I was a visciously angry. But at least I was aware of it. :) JDRW and I went out, and were home 1/2 hour later because I was too angry to even drive. I was afraid I'd start running people over. Magnum asked me, when he got home, if I was ok. I tried to explain to him that a big part of it is that I'm alone. Of course, he takes that personally so I have to try to explain. Then I tell him, and I'm a wife and mom an' everyone always needs something from me and they take take take and it wears me out. Again, he took it personally. But I gotta admit, he did ok about trying to make the day better. We went to dinner at a bbq place (which again, in NY is really a grilled place, you have to add the bbq sauce)...but it was really good. I had Brunswick Stew. I moaned everytime I took a bite. :) I was laughing and I said, I bet none of your other women have ever moaned when they ate. It was funny...until of course he said, yeah not while they ate. He's lucky I was totally into my food. :)
I have dreamed A LOT about Ogre over the past few weeks. And it's always the same kinda feeling. We are usually sitting on a couch or a bed and all I want to do is lay my head on his lap. It feels so content. In last nights dream...I was going to kiss him. But there were too many kids! :) I've always told Magnum Ogre reminded me of a softer gentler version of Magnum...so I'm attributing these dreams to my desire to have that feeling with Magnum again.
I also dreamed about my favorite roller girl and we were kissing. The details of that dream haven't come back to me fully yet...but if they do, I'll be sure to share.
There's more...but I've stuff to do right now.
In other news...
Yesterday never got better. I was a visciously angry. But at least I was aware of it. :) JDRW and I went out, and were home 1/2 hour later because I was too angry to even drive. I was afraid I'd start running people over. Magnum asked me, when he got home, if I was ok. I tried to explain to him that a big part of it is that I'm alone. Of course, he takes that personally so I have to try to explain. Then I tell him, and I'm a wife and mom an' everyone always needs something from me and they take take take and it wears me out. Again, he took it personally. But I gotta admit, he did ok about trying to make the day better. We went to dinner at a bbq place (which again, in NY is really a grilled place, you have to add the bbq sauce)...but it was really good. I had Brunswick Stew. I moaned everytime I took a bite. :) I was laughing and I said, I bet none of your other women have ever moaned when they ate. It was funny...until of course he said, yeah not while they ate. He's lucky I was totally into my food. :)
I have dreamed A LOT about Ogre over the past few weeks. And it's always the same kinda feeling. We are usually sitting on a couch or a bed and all I want to do is lay my head on his lap. It feels so content. In last nights dream...I was going to kiss him. But there were too many kids! :) I've always told Magnum Ogre reminded me of a softer gentler version of Magnum...so I'm attributing these dreams to my desire to have that feeling with Magnum again.
I also dreamed about my favorite roller girl and we were kissing. The details of that dream haven't come back to me fully yet...but if they do, I'll be sure to share.
There's more...but I've stuff to do right now.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Obstacles.
I wish I was at peace. I wish that I could wake up in the morning and love the fresh air coming through the window, the sweet scent of honeysuckle trickling in. I wish that I could just be...content...and happy. I want to wake up and be like Ahhhh, this is sweet.
Instead I'm a crabby fucking ass. It seems like everything I try to do is difficult. For instance, just now I was going to clean JDRW's room...and one of the daycare kids had pulled a drawer out of his dresser. So I just spent 10 minutes trying to get the fucker back in and on the track. And, now I'm just fuming. I had to walk out of the room, so that I could just breathe.
In other news...Magnum and I watched a movie the other night and the woman is divorced and all of her kids are at college and she walks into her house and it's quiet and clean. And I say, "fuck that would be so awesome". And I continue to elaborate on how awesome it would be. Then I notice Magnum is kinda quiet...and when I ask what's wrong...he doesn't answer. After a while he says, and he's on the verge of crying, that he can't imagine our house without me and JDRW in it.
Sigh. I told him he better be nicer to me then. I know that sounds mean...but it's honest.
Wow. I'm just totally hatin' today. Maybe I should just go back to bed.
Instead I'm a crabby fucking ass. It seems like everything I try to do is difficult. For instance, just now I was going to clean JDRW's room...and one of the daycare kids had pulled a drawer out of his dresser. So I just spent 10 minutes trying to get the fucker back in and on the track. And, now I'm just fuming. I had to walk out of the room, so that I could just breathe.
In other news...Magnum and I watched a movie the other night and the woman is divorced and all of her kids are at college and she walks into her house and it's quiet and clean. And I say, "fuck that would be so awesome". And I continue to elaborate on how awesome it would be. Then I notice Magnum is kinda quiet...and when I ask what's wrong...he doesn't answer. After a while he says, and he's on the verge of crying, that he can't imagine our house without me and JDRW in it.
Sigh. I told him he better be nicer to me then. I know that sounds mean...but it's honest.
Wow. I'm just totally hatin' today. Maybe I should just go back to bed.
MemorialDayMeaning.
I just read this, and now I feel kinda guilty for being excited for my 5 day weekend.
Day One of my weekend: Cleaned the bathroom for 2 hours.
Day Two of my weekend: Get woken up by the stupid fucking cat! Go to take the cat downstairs, and there's the bag of garbage I put by the door last night to be taken out...ripped into by the cat.
I clean the bathroom for 2 hours, and you can't run the garbage to the can on your way out the door? Oh, but wait...you moved the bag of garbage out of your way last night to get to your phone.
Grrrrrrr.
I was really really pissed this morning...at the cat, at the garbage, at the dog. Then I spent sometime on facebook, and that always manages to cheer me up. I roll my eye's at Two's status' regularly...she is just so predictable and really kinda pathetic. She always posts these dramatic status' so that everyone who doesn't already know how she is, will ask her about it....then when she's garnered the attention she desires, she'll answer. Or she'll hear about a "friend" who's sick or whatever and she'll post her status as to how devastated she is, and how she doesn't know how she's going to make it through this...so people are thinking she's on the brink of death...only to find out two days later...that her "friend" has the flu. I mean, I get that you are sad about your friends. That's fine. But maybe in the status you should mention who you're talking about, instead of letting people think you're dieing.
Yeah, yeah, if it bothers me why don't I just delete her from my friends? Because I'd rather know, then not know.
We had one hot day so far this year!!! I'm not complaining, at least we got one! It's been warm and I love it. I just think it's funny that we had this miserable hot humid 80 degree day, and Magnum was like, we can't spend the whole summer without the air conditioner...so he put it in...and it hasn't been hot ever since. I mean, it's been warm, but we certainly don't need air conditioning. But at least we got it in in case it does heat up!
I guess I'll go downstairs to clean stuff since I've been awake since 6 anyway.
Day One of my weekend: Cleaned the bathroom for 2 hours.
Day Two of my weekend: Get woken up by the stupid fucking cat! Go to take the cat downstairs, and there's the bag of garbage I put by the door last night to be taken out...ripped into by the cat.
I clean the bathroom for 2 hours, and you can't run the garbage to the can on your way out the door? Oh, but wait...you moved the bag of garbage out of your way last night to get to your phone.
Grrrrrrr.
I was really really pissed this morning...at the cat, at the garbage, at the dog. Then I spent sometime on facebook, and that always manages to cheer me up. I roll my eye's at Two's status' regularly...she is just so predictable and really kinda pathetic. She always posts these dramatic status' so that everyone who doesn't already know how she is, will ask her about it....then when she's garnered the attention she desires, she'll answer. Or she'll hear about a "friend" who's sick or whatever and she'll post her status as to how devastated she is, and how she doesn't know how she's going to make it through this...so people are thinking she's on the brink of death...only to find out two days later...that her "friend" has the flu. I mean, I get that you are sad about your friends. That's fine. But maybe in the status you should mention who you're talking about, instead of letting people think you're dieing.
Yeah, yeah, if it bothers me why don't I just delete her from my friends? Because I'd rather know, then not know.
We had one hot day so far this year!!! I'm not complaining, at least we got one! It's been warm and I love it. I just think it's funny that we had this miserable hot humid 80 degree day, and Magnum was like, we can't spend the whole summer without the air conditioner...so he put it in...and it hasn't been hot ever since. I mean, it's been warm, but we certainly don't need air conditioning. But at least we got it in in case it does heat up!
I guess I'll go downstairs to clean stuff since I've been awake since 6 anyway.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Misccrap.
5 Day Weekend, coming right up! Wow. It was only a 4 day, and then I remembered that I'm off on the 1st for JDRW's final kindergarten orientation. He gets to ride a school bus that day!
The plan is to clean the basement for our fun filled Memorial Day Weekend. We'll see how that goes.
And, I'm tired today because the fucking cat is crazy with trying to go outside and he sits at the window at the head of our bed and scratches at the wood and picks and bites and meows...grrrr. Then JDRW woke up with an earache. Poor baby. He's been one of the least sick kids I've ever seen, so I'll take an occasional cold or earache.
That's all I'm gonna write for now.
The plan is to clean the basement for our fun filled Memorial Day Weekend. We'll see how that goes.
And, I'm tired today because the fucking cat is crazy with trying to go outside and he sits at the window at the head of our bed and scratches at the wood and picks and bites and meows...grrrr. Then JDRW woke up with an earache. Poor baby. He's been one of the least sick kids I've ever seen, so I'll take an occasional cold or earache.
That's all I'm gonna write for now.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Signs.
Yeah yeah, so I write about how I believe in signs...blahdyblahdayblahblah. And then I get an email from the guy here that I'm trying to get a job with. I think he wants to hire me. So, is that a sign?
Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis.
Oy.
Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis. Letitbewhatitis.
Oy.
Happen.
And now, I'm just gonna say this. I am a true believer in if it's supposed to be, it will be. And, so I'm giving this one up to Fate, or Mother Nature, or the Universe. It will happen as it should.
Answer.
I don't want to have to answer to anyone.
Let me elaborate.
Yesterday, I was gonna grill chicken which I decided to par cook in a stone in the microwave...which I've done several times before. Well, Magnum had just come in, and he starts grouching about how the little spinning thing in the microwave isn't turning...bitchbitchbitch. Sigh. The spinning thing was turning, the bowl wasn't because it's too big...I know what I'm fucking doing. So, we end up in a big tiff about it. And, of course, this whole chicken thing was preempted by a "discussion" about a bill that I've haven't paid...which makes my mind immediately want to snap back at him about a dozen different "money" issues I have. Then, this morning, there's another "issue", and he just called to lecture me about it.
I know how to cook chicken in the microwave. I try to do the best I can with money...but I fuck up. We know this already. Duh. And I don't need a fucking lecture everytime I fuck something up. I spent my whole life getting lectured and bitched at by my fucking mother...and we see how far that got her.
Is this fantasy I have of moving back to Illinois, living on my own, with my kids...is it a fantasy that can come true, but once it does come true, will I regret it? Like the grass is always greener in the midwest, until it turns brown because it's fried? (I don't even know what that means, so don't ask.)
I go back and forth back and forth about this. But, I shouldn't be, should I? If I were where I'm supposed to be, wouldn't I be happy?
I know, I do this. I run. Things get rough, I run. I always have. But, I think I've always lived by someone elses rules. I've never really been on my own...ever.
And, even after having written all of this babble, I can't help but think that my leaving will break Magnum's heart. I'm sure there's some psychological disorder to that thinking of mine.
My days, in general, are good. And, I can't wait for Magnum to get home. Except literally as soon as he walks in the door, and sometimes before he walks in the door, the tension in the air makes it hard to breathe. The stress level goes from happy to WTF in about .2 seconds.
I need to fucking be able to breathe.
Let me elaborate.
Yesterday, I was gonna grill chicken which I decided to par cook in a stone in the microwave...which I've done several times before. Well, Magnum had just come in, and he starts grouching about how the little spinning thing in the microwave isn't turning...bitchbitchbitch. Sigh. The spinning thing was turning, the bowl wasn't because it's too big...I know what I'm fucking doing. So, we end up in a big tiff about it. And, of course, this whole chicken thing was preempted by a "discussion" about a bill that I've haven't paid...which makes my mind immediately want to snap back at him about a dozen different "money" issues I have. Then, this morning, there's another "issue", and he just called to lecture me about it.
I know how to cook chicken in the microwave. I try to do the best I can with money...but I fuck up. We know this already. Duh. And I don't need a fucking lecture everytime I fuck something up. I spent my whole life getting lectured and bitched at by my fucking mother...and we see how far that got her.
Is this fantasy I have of moving back to Illinois, living on my own, with my kids...is it a fantasy that can come true, but once it does come true, will I regret it? Like the grass is always greener in the midwest, until it turns brown because it's fried? (I don't even know what that means, so don't ask.)
I go back and forth back and forth about this. But, I shouldn't be, should I? If I were where I'm supposed to be, wouldn't I be happy?
I know, I do this. I run. Things get rough, I run. I always have. But, I think I've always lived by someone elses rules. I've never really been on my own...ever.
And, even after having written all of this babble, I can't help but think that my leaving will break Magnum's heart. I'm sure there's some psychological disorder to that thinking of mine.
My days, in general, are good. And, I can't wait for Magnum to get home. Except literally as soon as he walks in the door, and sometimes before he walks in the door, the tension in the air makes it hard to breathe. The stress level goes from happy to WTF in about .2 seconds.
I need to fucking be able to breathe.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
HotLove.
Yes, my face still hurts, thanks for asking. :) It's not half as bad as it was last year when I got attacked and my toes swelled up. But still, it's not fun.
The song on the TV right now is Friends give friends a hand....and I immediately think friends give friends a finger....take it as you want. :)
Today it's HOT and I LOVE it. LOVE. Seriously. Love. Our thermometer says 80. I planted pepper plants today and when Magnum gets home we'll go grab some mulch. I'll probably plant corn too. And, on Saturday I'll grab some cucumber plants from the farmer's market. Yay!
I got up early today to wash my floors...and one of my clients showed up 45 minutes early. Grrrrr. She stuttered her way through an excuse of "oh, didn't I tell you my schedule is different this week?" I still got floors done...but that's not the point.
So, let me tell you something about Lexi. She respects me. That is how it should be. I like it.
I'm just rambling to cool off between organizing.
:)
The song on the TV right now is Friends give friends a hand....and I immediately think friends give friends a finger....take it as you want. :)
Today it's HOT and I LOVE it. LOVE. Seriously. Love. Our thermometer says 80. I planted pepper plants today and when Magnum gets home we'll go grab some mulch. I'll probably plant corn too. And, on Saturday I'll grab some cucumber plants from the farmer's market. Yay!
I got up early today to wash my floors...and one of my clients showed up 45 minutes early. Grrrrr. She stuttered her way through an excuse of "oh, didn't I tell you my schedule is different this week?" I still got floors done...but that's not the point.
So, let me tell you something about Lexi. She respects me. That is how it should be. I like it.
I'm just rambling to cool off between organizing.
:)
Buzz.
Sleeping. Felt a little tickle on the side of my face. Brush at face with hand to stop tickle. Get stung by fucking bee. Good morning...here let me sting you awake. It freakin' HURTS.
It's great to be attacked before you're even awake.
It's great to be attacked before you're even awake.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Outtolunch.
The crabby monster has bitten me hard this afternoon. Oy. I think I'm at the end of the PMS cycle...I'm over tired...my patience is about this - big and nothing I eat seems to be able to satisfy me.
Grrrr.
Aside from that...I'm good. :)
Everything I see these days I wonder "what can I make that into?" There's this rectangular piece of concrete on the porch and I'm looking at it like...hmmmm that could be painted to look like a domino...or a window...or a piece of toast. Or I could paint it with chalkboard paint...or make a sponge bob stepping stone. We explored a lil bit yesterday and I saw so much potential. Magnum just looks at me like WTF? He doesn't understand the current trend of reusing and repurposing stuff. I asked him if there was anything in the attic of the garage and he told me..."eh just some old window frames". What??? I want I want...where's the ladder?
I keep telling him I need a break, but he's just not getting it. I want him to come home, hand me the keys and the credit card and tell me he doesn't want to see me for the whole weekend. :) Or, I want him to take JDRW for a whole day so I have the whole house & yard to myself. If you've ever tried to complete a project with people around, you know it's a pain. Especially when you think those people should offer to help but don't. So they're just sitting around, in the way. OR, they wait until the moment you start to clean the kitchen...and then they have to have a sandwich...or you're cleaning the bathroom and they just have to pee.
I want to be "outtolunch" for a few days dammit.
Like, I said, I've been bitten.
Grrrr.
Aside from that...I'm good. :)
Everything I see these days I wonder "what can I make that into?" There's this rectangular piece of concrete on the porch and I'm looking at it like...hmmmm that could be painted to look like a domino...or a window...or a piece of toast. Or I could paint it with chalkboard paint...or make a sponge bob stepping stone. We explored a lil bit yesterday and I saw so much potential. Magnum just looks at me like WTF? He doesn't understand the current trend of reusing and repurposing stuff. I asked him if there was anything in the attic of the garage and he told me..."eh just some old window frames". What??? I want I want...where's the ladder?
I keep telling him I need a break, but he's just not getting it. I want him to come home, hand me the keys and the credit card and tell me he doesn't want to see me for the whole weekend. :) Or, I want him to take JDRW for a whole day so I have the whole house & yard to myself. If you've ever tried to complete a project with people around, you know it's a pain. Especially when you think those people should offer to help but don't. So they're just sitting around, in the way. OR, they wait until the moment you start to clean the kitchen...and then they have to have a sandwich...or you're cleaning the bathroom and they just have to pee.
I want to be "outtolunch" for a few days dammit.
Like, I said, I've been bitten.
DADT.
Sometimes...I just should know better! Grrrr. It's a don't ask don't tell thing. Or a don't read what aint yours thing. It's not bad really...it's not really anything I didn't already know...but it kinda sucks to have those thoughts fresh in my head. My fault for reading crap.
Magnum had a date the other night with Lexi. I think he likes her, although he tries to play it down. I dunno.
4 day week and then a 4 day weekend! WHOOT.
And, now I gotta go eat.
Magnum had a date the other night with Lexi. I think he likes her, although he tries to play it down. I dunno.
4 day week and then a 4 day weekend! WHOOT.
And, now I gotta go eat.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Pitchfork.
Wow...I almost missed the daily blog...whoops!
Today's news...
I planted my tomatoes...in this teeny tiny little plot. I did it all by hand and pitchfork...no gas or electric powered digging aides.
And, now I'm outta time because I need to post...and I'm having some old fashioned popcorn, blueberry lemonade smirnoff and New Moon. Whoot.
Today's news...
I planted my tomatoes...in this teeny tiny little plot. I did it all by hand and pitchfork...no gas or electric powered digging aides.
And, now I'm outta time because I need to post...and I'm having some old fashioned popcorn, blueberry lemonade smirnoff and New Moon. Whoot.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Counted.
I guessed yesterday when I estimated the number of postcards I have. I counted this morning and it's more like 400.
I'm tired, so I'm gonna nap...but I wanted to get my daily blog in first. :)
I'm tired, so I'm gonna nap...but I wanted to get my daily blog in first. :)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Stuck.
So here I am again...at that time of month when I think it would be best if I packed my shit and headed to the midwest.
The Pros:
So, what? What do I do? I personally hate it here. I mean, there are good moments. But I hate the cold springs, and I hate not being with family during holidays, I hate how unfriendly and snobby the people are. I hate that I feel like I'm all alone. I hate that Magnum is always at odds with someone-me or the teenagers. We can't see eye to eye on anything. So why am I staying?
I'm pretty sure Magnum will fight me on this. I'm pretty sure he'll make me feel guilty.
And, I'm sure, when it's all said and done...I'll still be here.
The Pros:
- Family
- Friends
- Warmth
- Comfort
- Gardens
- Less Expensive
- No more argueing
- No more feeling like a disappointment
- No more feeling like I'm swimming upstream
- The people are nicer in general in IL
- My grandma is getting very old, and I don't want the next time I see her to be at her funeral
- The teenagers want to be with me, but they don't want to be in NY
- No more feeling like I'm making life worse for other people
- Magnum hates my dog
- The bugs here are horrible
- I can substitute teach in IL
- Breaking up JDRW's home
- I'll miss Magnum
- My hair is horrible in that humidity
- The heat and humidity (Yes, it could also be a pro, but I'm trying to even the lists out)
- Not having the security of having a home
- Moving across the country isn't easy
- I would disappoint my clients
So, what? What do I do? I personally hate it here. I mean, there are good moments. But I hate the cold springs, and I hate not being with family during holidays, I hate how unfriendly and snobby the people are. I hate that I feel like I'm all alone. I hate that Magnum is always at odds with someone-me or the teenagers. We can't see eye to eye on anything. So why am I staying?
I'm pretty sure Magnum will fight me on this. I'm pretty sure he'll make me feel guilty.
And, I'm sure, when it's all said and done...I'll still be here.
1907.
Seriously with this irritatedness? Seriously? Geez.
In other news, I've discovered a ton of old post cards dated from 1907-1910 that are probably worth about $5 each...and we probably have like 100 or so. :)
I also discovered old books that might be worth...$25 or so a piece. It's kinda fun looking at this old stuff and trying to figure out what it is and when it was made.
I also found a gift I'm gonna buy for Two. Yeah, I know...shut up. It's not for her really, it's for her baby that's due in November. It's this.
I tried to do two projects today...which have both been fails. One was to wash our big dog. As soon as I squirted him with the hose, he busted out of the collar and was gone. I was like...ok, nevermind then. Then, the threshold to our front door has been loose for the past 3 years and I finally got tired of it today...and decided...harharhar...I can nail that fucker down if no one else will. Yeah, the nail got about a quarter of the way in and refused to go any further...and then, it bent. So now we have this huge nail stickout of the threshold. I pulled the whole threshold board out so no one would get hurt, and then, of course, the space between the screen door and the porch was wide enough for the cat to escape...so I had to chase the cat down.
Maybe I'll just stick to postcard research and gift buying.
In other news, I've discovered a ton of old post cards dated from 1907-1910 that are probably worth about $5 each...and we probably have like 100 or so. :)
I also found a gift I'm gonna buy for Two. Yeah, I know...shut up. It's not for her really, it's for her baby that's due in November. It's this.
I tried to do two projects today...which have both been fails. One was to wash our big dog. As soon as I squirted him with the hose, he busted out of the collar and was gone. I was like...ok, nevermind then. Then, the threshold to our front door has been loose for the past 3 years and I finally got tired of it today...and decided...harharhar...I can nail that fucker down if no one else will. Yeah, the nail got about a quarter of the way in and refused to go any further...and then, it bent. So now we have this huge nail stickout of the threshold. I pulled the whole threshold board out so no one would get hurt, and then, of course, the space between the screen door and the porch was wide enough for the cat to escape...so I had to chase the cat down.
Maybe I'll just stick to postcard research and gift buying.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Comedy.
Haha...my irritation is funny sometimes. Magnum called and dared to ask why I was crabby. And this is what I said: "Well, for starters I can't get the lemonade jar open, and the sprayer on the kitchen sink won't stop spraying and your fucking dog keeps eating the garbage and I'm tired of cleaning it up." Ha. It was like a bad comedy in the house.
And, silly silly me drank diet soda last week and I know I'm allergic to the sweetner, but I thought I'd just try it...yeah...now I'm paying for it because my legs and my hips and my knees are killing me. What a moron.
But, let me make my day better by adding some happy thoughts to this blog. How bout a top ten list?
Top 10 Things To Be Happy About
1.) Memorial Day Weekend is coming up and I have 4 days off. Whoot.
2.) Summer might be here soon?
3.) My bed. I love my bed.
4.) Not matching stuff. Like sheets. I love it when my sheets don't match and my pillow cases don't match. Or silverware. Or dishes in general. I love unmatching.
5.) Potential of a new job. I emailed the man my resume. I made it clear that I have zero experience in his field but that I am willing to work like a dog to learn. I mean, if he wasn't interested, he just would have told me he wasn't interested. Instead he had me send my resume, and when the program I used wouldn't let him open it, he called and I resent. So, there's interest. And I'm sooooo excited.
6.) Fresh pineapple. For real. I've had canned pineapple, and even pineapple that's cored and peeled and sold as fresh...but I've recently been introduced to fresh pineapple...and omg. It's my fav now.
7.) School shopping...granted, it won't be for a couple months, but it is going to be so fun to shop for JDRW.
8.) Etsy. I wasn't gonna put this because I'm a little stressed about it...but just today. I love the idea, and the concept. We'll see how it works out and go from there.
9.) It's almost county fair season. Whoot.
10.) Ney might be here to visit in a few weeks. (This is a happy thing, but also sad because she now says she may not get to. I really hope she does tho.)
Yeah, not the greatest list in the world...but it works.
And, silly silly me drank diet soda last week and I know I'm allergic to the sweetner, but I thought I'd just try it...yeah...now I'm paying for it because my legs and my hips and my knees are killing me. What a moron.
But, let me make my day better by adding some happy thoughts to this blog. How bout a top ten list?
Top 10 Things To Be Happy About
1.) Memorial Day Weekend is coming up and I have 4 days off. Whoot.
2.) Summer might be here soon?
3.) My bed. I love my bed.
4.) Not matching stuff. Like sheets. I love it when my sheets don't match and my pillow cases don't match. Or silverware. Or dishes in general. I love unmatching.
5.) Potential of a new job. I emailed the man my resume. I made it clear that I have zero experience in his field but that I am willing to work like a dog to learn. I mean, if he wasn't interested, he just would have told me he wasn't interested. Instead he had me send my resume, and when the program I used wouldn't let him open it, he called and I resent. So, there's interest. And I'm sooooo excited.
6.) Fresh pineapple. For real. I've had canned pineapple, and even pineapple that's cored and peeled and sold as fresh...but I've recently been introduced to fresh pineapple...and omg. It's my fav now.
7.) School shopping...granted, it won't be for a couple months, but it is going to be so fun to shop for JDRW.
8.) Etsy. I wasn't gonna put this because I'm a little stressed about it...but just today. I love the idea, and the concept. We'll see how it works out and go from there.
9.) It's almost county fair season. Whoot.
10.) Ney might be here to visit in a few weeks. (This is a happy thing, but also sad because she now says she may not get to. I really hope she does tho.)
Yeah, not the greatest list in the world...but it works.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Melt.
I forgot the theme for posting this month was Look Up. And I wanted to be happy happy.
I started my etsy store. www.etsy.com/shop/blueberrycreek We shall see how that goes.
I bought a new bra in this beautiful bluepurple color. I was walking down the hall with only jeans & my new bra on, looking in the mirror, like "howyoudoin?". Ha. Maybe I'll post a pic! :)
I spent all morning gathering & sorting laundry. I took the kids with me to wash sheets & towels. We have sooo much freakin' laundry.
I dreamed about Joy & Ogre. There was this kissing "scene" between Joy and I...that would make your undies melt right off. :)
I started my etsy store. www.etsy.com/shop/blueberrycreek We shall see how that goes.
I bought a new bra in this beautiful bluepurple color. I was walking down the hall with only jeans & my new bra on, looking in the mirror, like "howyoudoin?". Ha. Maybe I'll post a pic! :)
I spent all morning gathering & sorting laundry. I took the kids with me to wash sheets & towels. We have sooo much freakin' laundry.
I dreamed about Joy & Ogre. There was this kissing "scene" between Joy and I...that would make your undies melt right off. :)
Monday, May 17, 2010
HappyHome.
I think I would be happier here in NY if we could refinance our house and make some much needed home improvements. Our house has so much potential. We need a new roof before we can do anything...and if you know anything about roofs, you know that aint cheap. We started to remodel our kitchen a few years ago, but then we realized the roof needed replacing and it's silly to fix up our kitchen if the roof is just gonna leak and ruin the new kitchen...right? And, if we could redo the basement, that would be amazing. There's just so much potential...we need to get to it already.
Nitemares.
I am awake at 1:30 am on Monday morning because I was having bad dreams. I tried to get back to sleep, but couldn't...so now my computer and I are in the guest bed.
It was one of those days tho, that every thing just bugged me. Our animals are the craziest things! Bella got in trouble and I crated her for the first time, for being out across the road in the farmer's field. She came back all muddy. So, I put her in the crate. A while later, I felt bad, so I uncrated her and let her in the house, only to have her eat a whole pan of made from scratch Blondies. I was so pissed. So, of course, after her "punishment", I let her back in the house, but she knows I'm pissed, so she's extra needy...which means she'll randomly lick me on the elbow or toe. Not to even mention the cat who pulls things off of the shelves. I'll go into the kitchen and there will be a whole mess of stuff on the floor from him pulling it off. I have to put things like sugar or flour into bowls with lids because he slices the bags open and gets it's contents all over the floor.
And then, I made the mistake of reading a blog written by a 27 year old woman, who has a young daughter and twin baby boys, who found out a week ago, that she has cancer. Usually, I'm pretty good about stuff like that, but for some reason, she's haunting me. I don't know how she fit into my nightmares, but when I woke up she was there, in my head.
The good news about yesterday was that it was warm. Only for about 2 hours, but it was nice. I sat outside and watched Magnum practice some archery target shooting...which is a very sexy sport. :) He also mowed the grass...which I just realized, smells different here in NY than in IL. How the hell is that possible? It must be the humidity in Illinois that makes it smell stronger...maybe?
I'm gonna try to sleep some more now.
It was one of those days tho, that every thing just bugged me. Our animals are the craziest things! Bella got in trouble and I crated her for the first time, for being out across the road in the farmer's field. She came back all muddy. So, I put her in the crate. A while later, I felt bad, so I uncrated her and let her in the house, only to have her eat a whole pan of made from scratch Blondies. I was so pissed. So, of course, after her "punishment", I let her back in the house, but she knows I'm pissed, so she's extra needy...which means she'll randomly lick me on the elbow or toe. Not to even mention the cat who pulls things off of the shelves. I'll go into the kitchen and there will be a whole mess of stuff on the floor from him pulling it off. I have to put things like sugar or flour into bowls with lids because he slices the bags open and gets it's contents all over the floor.
And then, I made the mistake of reading a blog written by a 27 year old woman, who has a young daughter and twin baby boys, who found out a week ago, that she has cancer. Usually, I'm pretty good about stuff like that, but for some reason, she's haunting me. I don't know how she fit into my nightmares, but when I woke up she was there, in my head.
The good news about yesterday was that it was warm. Only for about 2 hours, but it was nice. I sat outside and watched Magnum practice some archery target shooting...which is a very sexy sport. :) He also mowed the grass...which I just realized, smells different here in NY than in IL. How the hell is that possible? It must be the humidity in Illinois that makes it smell stronger...maybe?
I'm gonna try to sleep some more now.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Shooter.
This is my daily blog. :) To get it outta the way...in case I get too busy or too bitchy to write later.
We had our annual "shoot" yesterday. There were six men shooters, and five women shooters. Magnum took 2nd in the men's division, (his brother took first), and I took first in the women's division. :) Next year the plan is for me to take first in Both divisions. THAT would be GREAT.
Derby was awesome last night. Holy Cow. I mean, there were not serious fights or injuries, but our team cleaned up! Every time I go, I think, I could do this. I could totally do this.
I have officially met New Girl. She was sitting all alone (her friends were over buying stuff) at derby, so I went over and sat down by her...we talked for a minute, looked at a gross bloody finger...and that was that. :) It only took 3 months.
And, now I'm hungry...so here I go.
We had our annual "shoot" yesterday. There were six men shooters, and five women shooters. Magnum took 2nd in the men's division, (his brother took first), and I took first in the women's division. :) Next year the plan is for me to take first in Both divisions. THAT would be GREAT.
Derby was awesome last night. Holy Cow. I mean, there were not serious fights or injuries, but our team cleaned up! Every time I go, I think, I could do this. I could totally do this.
I have officially met New Girl. She was sitting all alone (her friends were over buying stuff) at derby, so I went over and sat down by her...we talked for a minute, looked at a gross bloody finger...and that was that. :) It only took 3 months.
And, now I'm hungry...so here I go.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
AndUThoughtIWasntSpontaneous.
Ok, so, more graphic info coming...haha...no pun intended. But you've been warned.
And, I'm not writing this to brag...really...I'm just writing because I am fascinated.
For a while now, I've been "complaining" of having orgasms in my sleep. If I don't get "it" elsewhere, my body seems to take over while I sleep and do it for me.
Well, yesterday, for the first time in my life...after watching some "entertaining" videos online, my body took over...whilst I was wide awake. Once, I was squirming and flexing a wee bit. But the second time, several hours later, I was watching the same videos...but I wasn't allowing myself to squirm at all. And, then......it happened. I wasn't moving or tensing or squirming. I was like WTF? Did that really just happen? Yes, yes, it did.
So this morning I googled (haha): And apparently these are my issues (stolen info is from sexualhealth.com):
Spontaneous Orgasm: Your brain is your biggest sex organ, and because of that, people are able to experience all types of "hands off" orgasms. Spontaneous orgasm, a.k.a. extragenital orgasm, happens without genital contact. The person is simply been able to excite herself with erotic thoughts and fantasies to the point of orgasm, sometimes triggered by physical stimulation, e.g., touching the neck or thighs. This type of orgasm can also happen when a woman is doing a particular form of exercise, like sit-ups, or after shes already had an orgasm due to genital touch.
Nocturnal orgasms, better known as "wet dreams," are another mind-triggered marvel. While youre sleeping, your brain gets you so turned on that your body goes through the sexual response cycle to the point of orgasm.
And, some people have said I'm not spontaneous. How do you like me now?
And, I'm not writing this to brag...really...I'm just writing because I am fascinated.
For a while now, I've been "complaining" of having orgasms in my sleep. If I don't get "it" elsewhere, my body seems to take over while I sleep and do it for me.
Well, yesterday, for the first time in my life...after watching some "entertaining" videos online, my body took over...whilst I was wide awake. Once, I was squirming and flexing a wee bit. But the second time, several hours later, I was watching the same videos...but I wasn't allowing myself to squirm at all. And, then......it happened. I wasn't moving or tensing or squirming. I was like WTF? Did that really just happen? Yes, yes, it did.
So this morning I googled (haha): And apparently these are my issues (stolen info is from sexualhealth.com):
Spontaneous Orgasm: Your brain is your biggest sex organ, and because of that, people are able to experience all types of "hands off" orgasms. Spontaneous orgasm, a.k.a. extragenital orgasm, happens without genital contact. The person is simply been able to excite herself with erotic thoughts and fantasies to the point of orgasm, sometimes triggered by physical stimulation, e.g., touching the neck or thighs. This type of orgasm can also happen when a woman is doing a particular form of exercise, like sit-ups, or after shes already had an orgasm due to genital touch.
Nocturnal orgasms, better known as "wet dreams," are another mind-triggered marvel. While youre sleeping, your brain gets you so turned on that your body goes through the sexual response cycle to the point of orgasm.
And, some people have said I'm not spontaneous. How do you like me now?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Fruition.
If I had a dick, everyone would know when I get a message from Fenton. Oy.
And, here's a yummy little fact. When you stop taking meds for PMDD, you go from being this beige blah person, to being this red hot, bothered, "I hope no delivery men stop by because they may be in trouble" person. :) I swear, if I were to just squirm a wee little bit right now...I probably wouldn't even need the delivery man to get to fruition. :)
And there's a commerical on talking about how many licks it takes to get to the center.........dude...sex is everywhere! :)
Except, right here...right now.
It's in St. Louis, or Texas, or somewhere else far far away. :)
And, here's a yummy little fact. When you stop taking meds for PMDD, you go from being this beige blah person, to being this red hot, bothered, "I hope no delivery men stop by because they may be in trouble" person. :) I swear, if I were to just squirm a wee little bit right now...I probably wouldn't even need the delivery man to get to fruition. :)
And there's a commerical on talking about how many licks it takes to get to the center.........dude...sex is everywhere! :)
Except, right here...right now.
It's in St. Louis, or Texas, or somewhere else far far away. :)
Obbsearching.
I went to sell my books back to the college...yeah...we all know what a rip off that is, right? So, the math book has a CD with it, that of course I don't have. I mean I probably have it...somewhere? But where the fuck it is...is a whole nuther story. So, anyway...they'll give me 27 dollars for the book without the cd, or 87 if I can find the CD.
So, I spent part of the morning tearing up the house looking for the CD. I knew where it was, nice and safe, until January when I rearranged and cleaned my house for an event. There are a bajillion places it could be.
And, Magnum asked me if I knew the location of this old watch we've had kickin' around her for years. I'm sure I put it somewhere safe.
I'm a very obsessive person when it comes to things such as these. I doubt I'll search for the CD...I'll probably just sell the book online...no bigs...but the watch...o, the watch. I will be completely obsessed until I find the effin thing.
So, I spent part of the morning tearing up the house looking for the CD. I knew where it was, nice and safe, until January when I rearranged and cleaned my house for an event. There are a bajillion places it could be.
And, Magnum asked me if I knew the location of this old watch we've had kickin' around her for years. I'm sure I put it somewhere safe.
I'm a very obsessive person when it comes to things such as these. I doubt I'll search for the CD...I'll probably just sell the book online...no bigs...but the watch...o, the watch. I will be completely obsessed until I find the effin thing.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
OnesidedstoryTwosidedlife.
When I first met Two, she told horror stories about her husband. She'd say he beat her, or hit her or whatever. So, it made me feel sorry for her. It made me feel like I wanted to protect her and keep her safe. When she lied to her husband, or cheated on her husband, I felt like that was ok, because he was a piece of shit anyway.
Then I met him. I've never met a less abusive man in my life. She painted a picture of this monster...and he wasn't at all.
So, the point is...I keep writing these bitchy blogs, complaining about Magnum...whining about how unhappy I am...blah blah blah. I just want readers to realize that this is MY blog. A one sided story to a two sided life. I'm sure, if Magnum were to tell his side of the story...I'd be the bad guy. Or maybe not? The point is...just because I whine about shit ALL of the time...doesn't mean I'm "right". Does that make sense?
We've been living together, and spending most of our free time together, for 6 years now. It's like chocolate cake. I love it. Love love love it. But dude, if I had to eat it for 6 years...it would make me ill. :) Doesn't mean it isn't still yummy cake...it just means that it's not my favorite at the moment.
Would life be easier if I were to move out into the world on my own? Fuck Yes. Without question. I could sleep when wanted to, eat when I wanted to, leave my shoes in the middle of the dining room floor if I wanted to...go where I wanted to when I wanted to...you get the idea. There would be no grouchy Mr. Magnum...but there also wouldn't be any Mr. Sweet Magnum. And although Grouchy seems to be the dominate personality these days...when Sweet shows his face...it's just so...pretty. :)
The grass is always greener on the other side...especially when the other side happens to be Illinois where they actually get to have summer in May! :)
And in a week or a month...or hell maybe even tomorrow I'll be back here writing about what an ass he's being.
But the point is...you are only hearing one side of the story...and to be fair...I'm sure it's not the best side.
Then I met him. I've never met a less abusive man in my life. She painted a picture of this monster...and he wasn't at all.
So, the point is...I keep writing these bitchy blogs, complaining about Magnum...whining about how unhappy I am...blah blah blah. I just want readers to realize that this is MY blog. A one sided story to a two sided life. I'm sure, if Magnum were to tell his side of the story...I'd be the bad guy. Or maybe not? The point is...just because I whine about shit ALL of the time...doesn't mean I'm "right". Does that make sense?
We've been living together, and spending most of our free time together, for 6 years now. It's like chocolate cake. I love it. Love love love it. But dude, if I had to eat it for 6 years...it would make me ill. :) Doesn't mean it isn't still yummy cake...it just means that it's not my favorite at the moment.
Would life be easier if I were to move out into the world on my own? Fuck Yes. Without question. I could sleep when wanted to, eat when I wanted to, leave my shoes in the middle of the dining room floor if I wanted to...go where I wanted to when I wanted to...you get the idea. There would be no grouchy Mr. Magnum...but there also wouldn't be any Mr. Sweet Magnum. And although Grouchy seems to be the dominate personality these days...when Sweet shows his face...it's just so...pretty. :)
The grass is always greener on the other side...especially when the other side happens to be Illinois where they actually get to have summer in May! :)
And in a week or a month...or hell maybe even tomorrow I'll be back here writing about what an ass he's being.
But the point is...you are only hearing one side of the story...and to be fair...I'm sure it's not the best side.
HeyJealousy.
I would have been impressed to day if he'd have brought back juice. O, well.
In other news...
When Teenager 1 was here we went into a store together...and I realized something...other girls are jealous of her...which means they aren't very nice. Teenager 1 is extremely sweet...but I imagine she's also a little intimidating to the average teenage girl. I said to her, "wow, girls just aren't nice to you, are they?" She said, "nope, it happens all the time". I know, there are girls, who are as cute as Teenager 1 who are bitches...so I guess other girls just expect her to be. But, truthfully, I don't think she has it in her to be that kinda girl. She's just too ditzy to be a snob.
And that whole little story was to say this: I realized something a few days ago...and it's gonna make me sound snobbish...but I don't mean it to. I realized that certain people don't like me...just because I'm me. Because they are jealous of what I have or of my confidence....and some of those people will do what they can to destroy that. Makes sense, right? Two, I believe, is one of those people. Which makes me see her in a different light, in a way.
And, that's all I can say right now because I'm so cold my body is shaking. Grrrr. Gotta go get warm.
In other news...
When Teenager 1 was here we went into a store together...and I realized something...other girls are jealous of her...which means they aren't very nice. Teenager 1 is extremely sweet...but I imagine she's also a little intimidating to the average teenage girl. I said to her, "wow, girls just aren't nice to you, are they?" She said, "nope, it happens all the time". I know, there are girls, who are as cute as Teenager 1 who are bitches...so I guess other girls just expect her to be. But, truthfully, I don't think she has it in her to be that kinda girl. She's just too ditzy to be a snob.
And that whole little story was to say this: I realized something a few days ago...and it's gonna make me sound snobbish...but I don't mean it to. I realized that certain people don't like me...just because I'm me. Because they are jealous of what I have or of my confidence....and some of those people will do what they can to destroy that. Makes sense, right? Two, I believe, is one of those people. Which makes me see her in a different light, in a way.
And, that's all I can say right now because I'm so cold my body is shaking. Grrrr. Gotta go get warm.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Nopantschubbychickgravy.
My hair is driving me nutz. For real. I might have to have it cut...not to make it shorter...but just to make it manageable. I mean really...there is nothing I can do with it at this point...but wear a hat. And I don't wanna.
My studying is...bleck. What dry reading. I mean the subject matter is interesting...but why can't texts be written more like creative writing stuff? Why does it have to be so...mashed potatoes without gravy? Or corn on the cob without butter? Pumpkin pie without cool whip?
Ya think I'm hungry?
So, most people might have already figured this out about me...but I love chubby chicks. Like really.
Can you tell I'm looking for anything to do besides study? Ugh.
Oh, and I'm not wearing pants.
:)
My studying is...bleck. What dry reading. I mean the subject matter is interesting...but why can't texts be written more like creative writing stuff? Why does it have to be so...mashed potatoes without gravy? Or corn on the cob without butter? Pumpkin pie without cool whip?
Ya think I'm hungry?
So, most people might have already figured this out about me...but I love chubby chicks. Like really.
Can you tell I'm looking for anything to do besides study? Ugh.
Oh, and I'm not wearing pants.
:)
Absent.
I think I will be absent for the rest of the day. Why? Because tonight is my final exam...and I decided just this morning to study. I was planning to just wing it...but now I'm freaking out...so I'm gonna study...or at least look over the chapters.
I woke up with a headache. And itchies. When I say itchies...I mean itchy welts and blisters in various locations on my body. I've had said itchies before, a few years ago. No one could ever give me any idea of what caused the itchies or how to get rid of them. I think, it's an allergic reaction to the antibiotic I took. But, I'll tell ya...if I had to choose between the sinus infection or the itchies, I'll take the itchies.
Or, based on the location of the itchies, I could be allergic to my bra.
I woke up with a headache. And itchies. When I say itchies...I mean itchy welts and blisters in various locations on my body. I've had said itchies before, a few years ago. No one could ever give me any idea of what caused the itchies or how to get rid of them. I think, it's an allergic reaction to the antibiotic I took. But, I'll tell ya...if I had to choose between the sinus infection or the itchies, I'll take the itchies.
Or, based on the location of the itchies, I could be allergic to my bra.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Itchy.
I. AM. ITCHY. I don't know when I became an itchy girl...but dammit.
I was talking to Teenager 1 the other day and I said, "Well you could always join the army." Her reply? "Yeah, well, that would never work because they have itchy blankets." Ha. She's just like me.
I think maybe Magnum & I have come to more of an understanding? Suddenly he seems to understand that he's a grouch...all of the time. I'm not saying I'm not a grouch...but at least I know it and admit it. :)
New Girl has kinda reappeared. I always think we are making progress...whatever that is...and then we just kinda get to a point...and poof. I dunno.
Isn't it crazy how some nights there are a thousand things to do...people chatting and texting and shows on that you wanna watch and laundry to wash....and other nights you just sit here...blogging about nothing?
I was talking to Teenager 1 the other day and I said, "Well you could always join the army." Her reply? "Yeah, well, that would never work because they have itchy blankets." Ha. She's just like me.
I think maybe Magnum & I have come to more of an understanding? Suddenly he seems to understand that he's a grouch...all of the time. I'm not saying I'm not a grouch...but at least I know it and admit it. :)
New Girl has kinda reappeared. I always think we are making progress...whatever that is...and then we just kinda get to a point...and poof. I dunno.
Isn't it crazy how some nights there are a thousand things to do...people chatting and texting and shows on that you wanna watch and laundry to wash....and other nights you just sit here...blogging about nothing?
DoctorLawyerIndianChief.
I'm a hippie. Or at least I aspire to be. Minus the drug use. :) (Mostly because I'd probably love it and become addicted.)
Can I be a hippie farmer artist? Please? I wanna do this. I wanna have chickens. I'm wanna limit my shopping at big box stores. I'm gonna repurpose stuff. I'm gonna make stuff and sell it.
Most people dream of growing up and becoming something big...doctor, lawyer, indian chief. I just wanna be a hippie.
Can I be a hippie farmer artist? Please? I wanna do this. I wanna have chickens. I'm wanna limit my shopping at big box stores. I'm gonna repurpose stuff. I'm gonna make stuff and sell it.
Most people dream of growing up and becoming something big...doctor, lawyer, indian chief. I just wanna be a hippie.
3.
3 days.
There are 365 days in a year...and I can do whatever I want during 362 of those days. But for the next 3 days, I have a project, that is very important to me and I need to Do...and for 3 days I can do this. If you read this, and wanna help me succeed in this 3 day journey...please comment & tell me I can do it.
There are 365 days in a year...and I can do whatever I want during 362 of those days. But for the next 3 days, I have a project, that is very important to me and I need to Do...and for 3 days I can do this. If you read this, and wanna help me succeed in this 3 day journey...please comment & tell me I can do it.
Monday, May 10, 2010
So.
I start ALL of my blogs with "So". Everytime I go to write a blog, the first word I write is So. Then I delete it because I think, You can't always start a blog with the word So. I still start some with So, but I definately edit it out more than I leave it in.
And, now I don't remember what I was gonna blog about because I was too busy backspacing my So out and then explaining about it. Psshhhhaaaahhhh.
Got it....
But I don't feel like going into it right now.
:)
And, now I don't remember what I was gonna blog about because I was too busy backspacing my So out and then explaining about it. Psshhhhaaaahhhh.
Got it....
But I don't feel like going into it right now.
:)
Apple.
I emailed Two and told her that I really can't stand her. And that her + Magnum makes me cry. But, I also agreed to re-add her as my "friend" and see how that goes...since I'm being happy and nice and crap.
The first thing she does, is make a comment about a pic of Magnum that says "Look there's my boyfriend." GRRRRR.
So, this email is for my READERS. Listen er, Read, carefully. In a week, or a month, when I come here WHINING about what a douchebag she is and how much I hate her...PLEASE, refer me to this blog. K?
Because I'm trying to not hate. I'm trying to let it be.
What I'm most afraid of is talking to her and finding out shit I didn't already know. Like she'll just casually mention something that she shouldn't know...unless she'd been talking to Magnum again. Which he says, has not happened. It's like a kick in the stomach when that shit happens.
I know, if I was hatin' someone, it should be him for not being honest...blah blah blah. But we ALL know it's easier to hate the other woman.
I guess it's classic Eve syndrome. Eat all you want from this garden, but don't eat apples from this tree. As soon as you say that, he's gotta have her apple.
The first thing she does, is make a comment about a pic of Magnum that says "Look there's my boyfriend." GRRRRR.
So, this email is for my READERS. Listen er, Read, carefully. In a week, or a month, when I come here WHINING about what a douchebag she is and how much I hate her...PLEASE, refer me to this blog. K?
Because I'm trying to not hate. I'm trying to let it be.
What I'm most afraid of is talking to her and finding out shit I didn't already know. Like she'll just casually mention something that she shouldn't know...unless she'd been talking to Magnum again. Which he says, has not happened. It's like a kick in the stomach when that shit happens.
I know, if I was hatin' someone, it should be him for not being honest...blah blah blah. But we ALL know it's easier to hate the other woman.
I guess it's classic Eve syndrome. Eat all you want from this garden, but don't eat apples from this tree. As soon as you say that, he's gotta have her apple.
BFC.
Can I sell stuff I make? I mean, will people buy it? I always have stuff laying around that I've made and people always comment on it...hmmmm...something to think about.
In other news...
Two friend requested me on facebook last night and sent a message saying that she missed me. In my mind there are two possible translastions to this. Translation #1: I'm having a birthday party for my kids and I want you to come because you bring awesome gifts. Translation #2: I miss your husband's big fat cock and if I go through you maybe I can get up on some of dat. (Which I might go for if he'd agree to let me get up on some BFC that isn't his...but we allllll know that aint happening.)
So, I accepted her friend request, looked at all of her shit, and then unfriended her. I know. Silly stupid petty girl shit. I think it's kinda funny. I just have to think about whether or not I want to refriend her. It always ends badly. I've never hated anyone as much as I've hated her. My new "outlook" is to embrace happiness...and not to hate. Because hating is harder than not hating. It's draining and ugly and stressy. But really...can it end well??? What's the point?
Last week was rough. Rough rough rough. And although sometimes I like it rough, this particular time...not so much. I'm trying to start this week off in better spirits.
So far, so good.
In other news...
Two friend requested me on facebook last night and sent a message saying that she missed me. In my mind there are two possible translastions to this. Translation #1: I'm having a birthday party for my kids and I want you to come because you bring awesome gifts. Translation #2: I miss your husband's big fat cock and if I go through you maybe I can get up on some of dat. (Which I might go for if he'd agree to let me get up on some BFC that isn't his...but we allllll know that aint happening.)
So, I accepted her friend request, looked at all of her shit, and then unfriended her. I know. Silly stupid petty girl shit. I think it's kinda funny. I just have to think about whether or not I want to refriend her. It always ends badly. I've never hated anyone as much as I've hated her. My new "outlook" is to embrace happiness...and not to hate. Because hating is harder than not hating. It's draining and ugly and stressy. But really...can it end well??? What's the point?
Last week was rough. Rough rough rough. And although sometimes I like it rough, this particular time...not so much. I'm trying to start this week off in better spirits.
So far, so good.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
HappyMotherSnow.
Happy Mother's Day!
Yesterday was a crabby waste of a day. But I did get a lot of rest. :)
Today is better...but it's SNOWING. In May. SNOWING. Ok, maybe it's not a snow storm...but we have seen snow flakes this morning. So the only reason it isn't a snow storm is because there's very little precipitation...if there were precipitation, then it would be cold enough to snow. In May. On Mother's Day.
Yesterday was a crabby waste of a day. But I did get a lot of rest. :)
Today is better...but it's SNOWING. In May. SNOWING. Ok, maybe it's not a snow storm...but we have seen snow flakes this morning. So the only reason it isn't a snow storm is because there's very little precipitation...if there were precipitation, then it would be cold enough to snow. In May. On Mother's Day.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Mayfire.
It's May. May. Yes, May. And we have a fire in the fireplace. Does anyone else see how wrong that is? :)
Here's an example of what not to do with me/to me: I get up outta bed, after having been there most of the day, and I take out some hamburger, and it's on the counter and you say "what are you gonna do with that?" and I say "make a meatloaf" and then you crinkle up your face and say, "well that's not very much hamburger"......like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or how to cook or how much hamburger will or will not make meatloaf. I have been cooking for most of my life...don't question my ability in the kitchen. Now, if I were one of those people who couldn't boil water...and I had never before cooked a meatloaf, then you could tell me all about it. But, I make meatloaf all the damn time...I know what I'm doing. K?
These are the little things that are getting on my fucking nerves lately.
Here's an example of what not to do with me/to me: I get up outta bed, after having been there most of the day, and I take out some hamburger, and it's on the counter and you say "what are you gonna do with that?" and I say "make a meatloaf" and then you crinkle up your face and say, "well that's not very much hamburger"......like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or how to cook or how much hamburger will or will not make meatloaf. I have been cooking for most of my life...don't question my ability in the kitchen. Now, if I were one of those people who couldn't boil water...and I had never before cooked a meatloaf, then you could tell me all about it. But, I make meatloaf all the damn time...I know what I'm doing. K?
These are the little things that are getting on my fucking nerves lately.
Pistol.
I'm surprised I haven't mentioned this yet...but I'll mention it now...
I took a pistol permit safety course. Magnum went with me, although he wasn't an official student...he was just there for a refresher. I learned a lot. I also learned that I would do naughty things with one of the instructors.
:) When the class first started this really old guy came to the front and started the class. He talked for a while, and then he introduced the other instructor. Now, just looking at the guy, he's alright. But, as soon as he started talking...I was hooked. He has a bit of a speech thing...not a lisp really...just something. And, he's mischeivious. He's just got this cocky little smirk on his face all of the time. I loved it. And, I thought he was funny as fuck. He had that dry sense of humor that I love. It's the stuff no one else laughs at. On the second day of class, he made some silly comment (FUCK, I guess I'm sitting here smiling about this blog and this instructor because Magnum just looked over and said, I'd like to know who can make you smile like that) about the people arriving to class in twos...he said "they come in pairs" or something. Fuck, it was just the way he said it, made me giggle right out loud. Magnum says "really, you're already giggling at him this morning?" Ha.
He's a federal fire arms dealer (which is fucking hot) and I find myself fantasizing about going to his house to talk to him about guns...and well...we end up playing with his little pistol. (I just laughed outloud at that and the whole room looked at me.)
So, I'm all safely instructed now. I wonder tho, where o where will I go to get my pistol?
I took a pistol permit safety course. Magnum went with me, although he wasn't an official student...he was just there for a refresher. I learned a lot. I also learned that I would do naughty things with one of the instructors.
:) When the class first started this really old guy came to the front and started the class. He talked for a while, and then he introduced the other instructor. Now, just looking at the guy, he's alright. But, as soon as he started talking...I was hooked. He has a bit of a speech thing...not a lisp really...just something. And, he's mischeivious. He's just got this cocky little smirk on his face all of the time. I loved it. And, I thought he was funny as fuck. He had that dry sense of humor that I love. It's the stuff no one else laughs at. On the second day of class, he made some silly comment (FUCK, I guess I'm sitting here smiling about this blog and this instructor because Magnum just looked over and said, I'd like to know who can make you smile like that) about the people arriving to class in twos...he said "they come in pairs" or something. Fuck, it was just the way he said it, made me giggle right out loud. Magnum says "really, you're already giggling at him this morning?" Ha.
He's a federal fire arms dealer (which is fucking hot) and I find myself fantasizing about going to his house to talk to him about guns...and well...we end up playing with his little pistol. (I just laughed outloud at that and the whole room looked at me.)
So, I'm all safely instructed now. I wonder tho, where o where will I go to get my pistol?
Fun.
I am angry. Maybe not angry. There's a word for what I am...I really don't know what it is tho.
I'm tired of people who take take take and don't give back. If someone does something nice for you, maybe you could return the favor?
I've basically been in bed all day. Not by choice, by circumstance. Which is part of the reason I'm angry. It sucks.
Yeah, I could get up and do something productive. But that's what I do EVERY weekend, and every day, and every night.
I'd love to just do nothing. I'd love to have fun. Remember what fun is?
I'm tired of people who take take take and don't give back. If someone does something nice for you, maybe you could return the favor?
I've basically been in bed all day. Not by choice, by circumstance. Which is part of the reason I'm angry. It sucks.
Yeah, I could get up and do something productive. But that's what I do EVERY weekend, and every day, and every night.
I'd love to just do nothing. I'd love to have fun. Remember what fun is?
Nothing.
I have nothing to say. But since I'm doing the blog a day thing, I thought I'd get this outta the way in case I forget or get busy.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Fault.
I'm thirsty...and I haven't been shopping in a while...so I say, "We don't have anything to drink. We don't have anything to eat." Magnum says, "Well who's fault is that?"
He reminds me why I used to only date women. A woman would go to the store buy some ham and make me a damn sandwich instead of pointing out my faults.
:)
He reminds me why I used to only date women. A woman would go to the store buy some ham and make me a damn sandwich instead of pointing out my faults.
:)
HamSammich.
I'm cold. Aren't you tired of me complaining about being cold? But for fucks sake it's MAY. Dammit. And I'm FREEZING. I'm wearing flannel pajamas and sitting outside in the sun. (Wouldn't the sunshine doctor be proud of me?) Still...freezing.
And if someone complained to me about being cold and unhappy all of the time, I'd say "quit complaining and do something about it." Except, what can I do? I can't change the weather. I could change where I live, which is what I'd do, if I didn't have a husband and a house his father built. I could change my attitude about the cold...but dammit...I'm cold.
Enough about that...
I've been Ambien free for a few weeks now. And, just this week, I've started sleeping well again. And, I'm not groggy during the day. It is awesome. I've been going to bed later and waking up earlier. I don't know how that's working...but it is indeed working.
I want a ham sandwich. Mmmm.
And, now I'm going to go work on my resume.
And if someone complained to me about being cold and unhappy all of the time, I'd say "quit complaining and do something about it." Except, what can I do? I can't change the weather. I could change where I live, which is what I'd do, if I didn't have a husband and a house his father built. I could change my attitude about the cold...but dammit...I'm cold.
Enough about that...
I've been Ambien free for a few weeks now. And, just this week, I've started sleeping well again. And, I'm not groggy during the day. It is awesome. I've been going to bed later and waking up earlier. I don't know how that's working...but it is indeed working.
I want a ham sandwich. Mmmm.
And, now I'm going to go work on my resume.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Choices.
OMGOMGOMG. I just hung up the phone and did a little booty dance. :)
So yesterday I pondered in a blog about what I wanted to be when I grew up and asked what if I wanted to be a bajillion different things...blah blah blah...which made me ponder different occupations...and I got to lookin' around on the internet for one of my "choices" and how I could get licensed...and I found that I need 3 years experience working in the field before I can get a license.
So I googled and the first local company I found, I sent an email to. He promptly got back to me...told me he wasn't hiring, but he gave me the name of someone who is. So this morning, I sent that guy an email...and he just called me...
And he wants to see my resume. I told him on the phone that I have zero experience in the field and that I wouldn't be available 'til September...and still...he wanted to see my resume.
Of course, now I have to get to tweekin' a resume...but...wow. Just wow.
So yesterday I pondered in a blog about what I wanted to be when I grew up and asked what if I wanted to be a bajillion different things...blah blah blah...which made me ponder different occupations...and I got to lookin' around on the internet for one of my "choices" and how I could get licensed...and I found that I need 3 years experience working in the field before I can get a license.
So I googled and the first local company I found, I sent an email to. He promptly got back to me...told me he wasn't hiring, but he gave me the name of someone who is. So this morning, I sent that guy an email...and he just called me...
And he wants to see my resume. I told him on the phone that I have zero experience in the field and that I wouldn't be available 'til September...and still...he wanted to see my resume.
Of course, now I have to get to tweekin' a resume...but...wow. Just wow.
Circles.
I had homework. I did homework. I turned homework in but forgot to transfer half of the answers from the worksheets to the scantron. I was made aware of this last night, so she returned my scantron to finish the assignment.
I knew I had it all done (because it was my favorite assignment). It was just a matter of coming home and looking at the worksheets and filling in the little circles.
So, I sat down to fill it in...got about 4 answers filled in...and realized I'm still missing 4 questions. Why? Yeah, because I'm trying to be a good girl and reuse paper these days and there was a whole blank side of paper at the end of the packet of worksheets so I used it for a grocery list one night...and of course it contained the missing questions. It went into the recycling bin like 3 weeks ago...so I have no idea what the questions or the answers were. :) I know it's only 4 questions but it still bothers me a wee bit. I guess I'll just guess.
This is totally one of those blog entries that I would just skip over because it bores me. :)
I knew I had it all done (because it was my favorite assignment). It was just a matter of coming home and looking at the worksheets and filling in the little circles.
So, I sat down to fill it in...got about 4 answers filled in...and realized I'm still missing 4 questions. Why? Yeah, because I'm trying to be a good girl and reuse paper these days and there was a whole blank side of paper at the end of the packet of worksheets so I used it for a grocery list one night...and of course it contained the missing questions. It went into the recycling bin like 3 weeks ago...so I have no idea what the questions or the answers were. :) I know it's only 4 questions but it still bothers me a wee bit. I guess I'll just guess.
This is totally one of those blog entries that I would just skip over because it bores me. :)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Single.
So, forever, people say "what do you want to be when you grow up?" and in general, people answer and the answer is usually singular. Like, teacher, nurse, fireman, farmer, truck driver. And that's all good. I'm sure there are those people who know and have known for most of their lives, what they wanted to be and are perfectly happy being just that.
Today I had an...epiphany? I don't want to be one thing when I grow up. Why do I have to choose one profession and embed my life in that?
What if I want to be several different things?
I'm sure it's a monetary decision. We have to have a job to have a home to eat to sleep to be insured. We have to have a job to buy a car to drive to a job to come home to pay bills to eat and sleep and do it again the next day.
And, does anyone really wake up every day and say...YES, this job is what I've always wanted to be when I grow up? I mean, yes there are some. But I hear far more complainin' then I hear praisin of jobs.
So, what if I want to be a bunch of different things?
Artist.
Cook.
Private Investigator.
Teacher.
Photographer.
Florist.
Gardener.
Writer.
I mean, why do I have to choose one?
Can you tell I'm having issues with "this is how it's done because this is how it's always done and this is what's proper" this week?
Today I had an...epiphany? I don't want to be one thing when I grow up. Why do I have to choose one profession and embed my life in that?
What if I want to be several different things?
I'm sure it's a monetary decision. We have to have a job to have a home to eat to sleep to be insured. We have to have a job to buy a car to drive to a job to come home to pay bills to eat and sleep and do it again the next day.
And, does anyone really wake up every day and say...YES, this job is what I've always wanted to be when I grow up? I mean, yes there are some. But I hear far more complainin' then I hear praisin of jobs.
So, what if I want to be a bunch of different things?
Artist.
Cook.
Private Investigator.
Teacher.
Photographer.
Florist.
Gardener.
Writer.
I mean, why do I have to choose one?
Can you tell I'm having issues with "this is how it's done because this is how it's always done and this is what's proper" this week?
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sprinkle.
I was excited and a little nervous. The TV did it's emergency alarm, and then I listened as they warned of severe thunderstorms for my county.
I love thunderstorms. Love. Them. The only reason I was nervous was because Magnum has a trip...for 3 days...and if the power goes out...I don't even want to think about being here with out Magnum. Due to the country life, if the power goes out, we don't have water. Which means no bathroom. And dontcha know, as soon as the power goes out...I have to pee. :)
The point is...I was all geared up...I heard the rumblings of thunder...it started to rain pretty hard...and then...it was over. (Or is that my sex life?) :)
I forgot I live in upstate NY. Here this time of weather is called a thunderstorm. In Illinois it's a sprinkle.
I miss Illinois a little bit more every day.
I love thunderstorms. Love. Them. The only reason I was nervous was because Magnum has a trip...for 3 days...and if the power goes out...I don't even want to think about being here with out Magnum. Due to the country life, if the power goes out, we don't have water. Which means no bathroom. And dontcha know, as soon as the power goes out...I have to pee. :)
The point is...I was all geared up...I heard the rumblings of thunder...it started to rain pretty hard...and then...it was over. (Or is that my sex life?) :)
I forgot I live in upstate NY. Here this time of weather is called a thunderstorm. In Illinois it's a sprinkle.
I miss Illinois a little bit more every day.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Pops.
One of our Sunday meals at grandma's house when I was a kid, was Salmon Patties. It's canned Salmon that you mix with cracker crumbs and eggs and onions and you make patties and fry them. They are yummy.
Salmon has bones. But, the bones in canned salmon are good to eat. They are yummy. So, if you get a little bone in your patties, you get excited. At least we did. (bone in your patties, not panties...although that can be exciting too I suppose). :)
Now, if you've never had Salmon Patties you can't imagine how a bone from a salmon can taste good.
And all of that to say this...
I look at what I eat. I do it with just about everything. Just about. :) Anyway...popcorn is one of those things I look at. I look and pick out the fluffiest whitest pops. I don't think I have ever just reached my hand into the bottom of a bowl of popcorn and eaten a handful.
So those people who say "I love the half pops of popcorn," always confused me. Like, who would like hard uncooked popcorn kernels?
Well today, for the first time in my 38 years...I had half pops.
They are the Salmon Bones of the Popcorn World. Wow.
Salmon has bones. But, the bones in canned salmon are good to eat. They are yummy. So, if you get a little bone in your patties, you get excited. At least we did. (bone in your patties, not panties...although that can be exciting too I suppose). :)
Now, if you've never had Salmon Patties you can't imagine how a bone from a salmon can taste good.
And all of that to say this...
I look at what I eat. I do it with just about everything. Just about. :) Anyway...popcorn is one of those things I look at. I look and pick out the fluffiest whitest pops. I don't think I have ever just reached my hand into the bottom of a bowl of popcorn and eaten a handful.
So those people who say "I love the half pops of popcorn," always confused me. Like, who would like hard uncooked popcorn kernels?
Well today, for the first time in my 38 years...I had half pops.
They are the Salmon Bones of the Popcorn World. Wow.
Seatputterdowners.
Why do men have to put the toilet seat down? I hear this arguement all of the time. Do people really need to ponder this?
You put the seat down, because you are the one who put it up, dumbass. Women could pretty much go their whole lives without ever needing to touch the toiletseat. Maybe if you weren't such disgusting little pigs who could actually squirt that tiny little stream of urine into that huge hole in the floor that is the toilet, there would be no need for a constant seat up/seat down debating. (Note: We women can grow a human in our bodies and then squeeze them out through our vaginas. The Least you could do is not pee on the seat. We all know you aren't capable of that...so the other option is to put the seat up, pee, put the seat down. Not Rocket Science.)
My boys are all perfect little seatputterdowners, so this blog is in no way related to them.
I guess tho, if a man has to be told to put down the seat...and then we have to explain to that man Why he has to put down the seat...his bad bathroom etiquette isn't his only issue.
You put the seat down, because you are the one who put it up, dumbass. Women could pretty much go their whole lives without ever needing to touch the toiletseat. Maybe if you weren't such disgusting little pigs who could actually squirt that tiny little stream of urine into that huge hole in the floor that is the toilet, there would be no need for a constant seat up/seat down debating. (Note: We women can grow a human in our bodies and then squeeze them out through our vaginas. The Least you could do is not pee on the seat. We all know you aren't capable of that...so the other option is to put the seat up, pee, put the seat down. Not Rocket Science.)
My boys are all perfect little seatputterdowners, so this blog is in no way related to them.
I guess tho, if a man has to be told to put down the seat...and then we have to explain to that man Why he has to put down the seat...his bad bathroom etiquette isn't his only issue.
Skool.
I don't believe in public schools. I think they are crap. (I'm generalizing, I know...but this is my blog, so I can if I want!) Yet I have and will and will continue to send my children there. Why??? Why don't I stand up for what I believe? Because, society says to send the little buggers to school and that's what we do...because that's what we've always done. Because that's what our parents have always done. Don't get me wrong...I am thankful that my children have the opportunities they have. I'm sure there are children every where who would greatly appreciate an education. I'm just saying that we all just follow along and do what we are supposed to do because it's what we are supposed to do. It never even occurred to me until recently (over the last few years) that maybe public schools aren't all they are cracked up to be?
Teenager 3 (who lives with her father states and states and states away from me) missed her bus and her loser (he is...really...a pathetic crap of an excuse for a parent-although I've never said this in front of the kids...they all came to the conclusion on their own) father isn't around so she doesn't have a ride to school. So I told her to have a nice day and just chill with her grandma. Then someone made a comment about my parenting skills...and I'm not sure if it was a derogatory comment or not...but...it made me think. SOOO WHAT if she misses a day of school??? She missed the bus, there's really nothing she can do about it, so she should make the best of her day and have a nice time with her grandma. Why be all upset because you missed the bus? Things happen. Life happens. Live, Learn, Do Better Next Time. Ya know?
Teenager 3 (who lives with her father states and states and states away from me) missed her bus and her loser (he is...really...a pathetic crap of an excuse for a parent-although I've never said this in front of the kids...they all came to the conclusion on their own) father isn't around so she doesn't have a ride to school. So I told her to have a nice day and just chill with her grandma. Then someone made a comment about my parenting skills...and I'm not sure if it was a derogatory comment or not...but...it made me think. SOOO WHAT if she misses a day of school??? She missed the bus, there's really nothing she can do about it, so she should make the best of her day and have a nice time with her grandma. Why be all upset because you missed the bus? Things happen. Life happens. Live, Learn, Do Better Next Time. Ya know?
Food.
So, last night, I put it out there, that for one month I'm gonna be healthy.
And I made a list of excuses as to why it was hard. They were lame excuses...I know. Except now...I'm hungry...and for the life of me, can't think of what to eat.
It doesn't help that there really isn't a whole lotta healthy stuff available in this house. I'll shop tonight...but in the meantime...grrrrr. I guess cereal is probably my best choice for the morning...altho I was hoping for something with a little more umph.
I'm just being lazy, right? In the time I've taken to write this I could have whipped together a frittatta with peppers & onions & cheese.
Fine. I'm going to cook a frittatta...my belly is rumbly. :)
And I made a list of excuses as to why it was hard. They were lame excuses...I know. Except now...I'm hungry...and for the life of me, can't think of what to eat.
It doesn't help that there really isn't a whole lotta healthy stuff available in this house. I'll shop tonight...but in the meantime...grrrrr. I guess cereal is probably my best choice for the morning...altho I was hoping for something with a little more umph.
I'm just being lazy, right? In the time I've taken to write this I could have whipped together a frittatta with peppers & onions & cheese.
Fine. I'm going to cook a frittatta...my belly is rumbly. :)
Rules.
Who says? Who made up these life rules? Why do we sleep at night? Why do we eat lunch a noon? What if I'm not hungry at noon? What if I want pizza at 7am? Who made the rules? Who says that 11pm is a respectable time to go to bed?
What if my body, mind, and spirit don't wanna follow these rules? (Hand on hip, foot stomp, chin jutted forward.)
I mean really...if we were all allowed and encouraged to form our own life rules...wouldn't the world be a better place? Our whole lives revolve around a clock and a calendar that was created how long ago? By whom?
We are evolving. So, doesn't it make sense that our lives and our rules should also evolve?
For my entire life, I've been sleepy. What if...what if...I'm not made to be awake during the morning hours? What if I'm made to wake up at 10? Breakfast at 11. Lunch at 2. Dinner whenever I'm hungry.
We all follow this routine. (Wait...I wrote a poem about routines once...it's one of my favorites. I'm gonna go find it.)
What if my happy happens when I'm sleeping because I'm really supposed to be awake?
What if my body, mind, and spirit don't wanna follow these rules? (Hand on hip, foot stomp, chin jutted forward.)
I mean really...if we were all allowed and encouraged to form our own life rules...wouldn't the world be a better place? Our whole lives revolve around a clock and a calendar that was created how long ago? By whom?
We are evolving. So, doesn't it make sense that our lives and our rules should also evolve?
For my entire life, I've been sleepy. What if...what if...I'm not made to be awake during the morning hours? What if I'm made to wake up at 10? Breakfast at 11. Lunch at 2. Dinner whenever I'm hungry.
We all follow this routine. (Wait...I wrote a poem about routines once...it's one of my favorites. I'm gonna go find it.)
What if my happy happens when I'm sleeping because I'm really supposed to be awake?
Sticky.
It's 12:26am, and I am still up. There's my up for the day. :)
Teenager 1 just arrived, dropped off her stuff, and left again. Ah, to be young and in love.
JDRW & Magnum are sprawled across my bed, and it's hot & humid up there. So, for the sake of my skin not getting stuck to anyone elses, I'm sleeping in the guest bed.
I have to new clients tomorrow, so I have to get up about 2 hours earlier than I'm used to. Although, since I nixed the ambien, my mornings have been far less groggy.
And, now, I will attempt to sleep...nite.
Teenager 1 just arrived, dropped off her stuff, and left again. Ah, to be young and in love.
JDRW & Magnum are sprawled across my bed, and it's hot & humid up there. So, for the sake of my skin not getting stuck to anyone elses, I'm sleeping in the guest bed.
I have to new clients tomorrow, so I have to get up about 2 hours earlier than I'm used to. Although, since I nixed the ambien, my mornings have been far less groggy.
And, now, I will attempt to sleep...nite.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Cookies.
Can I do something for a month?
For one month I want to eat healthy...be healthy. For one month. So, I'm challenging myself.
I can write for a month. I can write a poem a day for the month of April. I've done other stuff...for a month. I'm sure of it.
So why can't I eat healthy for a month?
Let's make some excuses, shall we?
I'm too busy to eat healthy.
Preparation of healthy food is hard.
Healthy food is boring.
I like cookies.
There is no healthy food in this house, at all.
When do I have time to exercise?
Ok, so those excuses are weak. I know. But it's late and that's all I could come up with.
I can do this...for one month. No crap for one month.
June 2nd is JDRW's final orientation...and on that night I will reward myself with something yummy. One month from today.
I can do this.
For one month I want to eat healthy...be healthy. For one month. So, I'm challenging myself.
I can write for a month. I can write a poem a day for the month of April. I've done other stuff...for a month. I'm sure of it.
So why can't I eat healthy for a month?
Let's make some excuses, shall we?
I'm too busy to eat healthy.
Preparation of healthy food is hard.
Healthy food is boring.
I like cookies.
There is no healthy food in this house, at all.
When do I have time to exercise?
Ok, so those excuses are weak. I know. But it's late and that's all I could come up with.
I can do this...for one month. No crap for one month.
June 2nd is JDRW's final orientation...and on that night I will reward myself with something yummy. One month from today.
I can do this.
Toast.
I love the weather. Although, I can't focus. :)
Teenager #1 is coming home tonight. She'll be here for a week, and is pondering returning for good. She's an awesome person. JDRW is gonna be 'cited!
I mostly wanted to do this blog to help me focus.
Then, JDRW came into the room and said, "Mom, is it too late for eating?" I was like "no". He said, "Good because I would like some toast."
I guess for now I'll focus on toast.
Teenager #1 is coming home tonight. She'll be here for a week, and is pondering returning for good. She's an awesome person. JDRW is gonna be 'cited!
I mostly wanted to do this blog to help me focus.
Then, JDRW came into the room and said, "Mom, is it too late for eating?" I was like "no". He said, "Good because I would like some toast."
I guess for now I'll focus on toast.
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I love Sandra Bullock. She is who I want to be when I grow up. I read the article and cried. She is THE most amazing woman.
Up.
It's warm. And, it's about time. And , I VERY briefly got to smell fresh cut grass as we were driving to town yesterday. It is glorious.
I'm doing this for the month of May. The theme this month is Up. Which is perfect considering my other goal for the month is to be happy.
We bought dogwood trees. :) Or sapplings. Or something. Right now they look like sticks. But apparently you plant them, and 10 years down the road you have beauty. (I just searched online for a pic of one, but I just couldn't find any that really caputer the awesomeness of the blooming trees.) We also bought black walnut tree sapplings for JDRW. In 20 years he can sell the mature trees for lotsabucks. He and his trees are going to grow up together.
Ok, there's lots to do today.
I'm doing this for the month of May. The theme this month is Up. Which is perfect considering my other goal for the month is to be happy.
We bought dogwood trees. :) Or sapplings. Or something. Right now they look like sticks. But apparently you plant them, and 10 years down the road you have beauty. (I just searched online for a pic of one, but I just couldn't find any that really caputer the awesomeness of the blooming trees.) We also bought black walnut tree sapplings for JDRW. In 20 years he can sell the mature trees for lotsabucks. He and his trees are going to grow up together.
Ok, there's lots to do today.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Laughter.
I've been up since about 5:30 this morning. On a Saturday. What??
The best part is...I'm not crabby. I'm happy. Go me.
It's opening day of Turkey Hunting Season...Magnum got up, left, 20 minutes later I hear the shot, and he's back with a turkey. His very first. :)
Here's where the laughter comes in.
While he's out doing his turkey work, I just browse through blogs. Most of them I click right through...because most of them start off with pictures of this perfect little family and the narrative is something along the lines of "our perfect little family: Spencer, Julie, Olivia, & Micah"...with endless renderings of baby vomit and potty training and their perfect little lives together. People are so damn fake. :)
Anyway...where was I? Oh yeah, the laughter. I'm browsing through...and a blog catches my interest...and I read...and about 5 minutes in there's this video. And the caption says something along the lines of WTF is it? Someone Kill It.
Fuck me. I have been laughing for an hour. The video is funny and a wee bit disturbing and probably I shouldn't be laughing at such a thing. But the video, with the girls WTF is it? comments make me laugh so hard I can't breathe.
And, I won't even repost the video because I shouldn't be laughing at it.
But dammit....funnnnnyyyyyy.
Now, it's off to get some apple cider donuts and head on over to the farmers market. It's opening day!!! Whoot! I'm cited!
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