The year to get in gear.

Woulda look at that, I'm a poet!
Haaaaaaa!

Anyways...

This is my year.  I'm claiming it.  This is the year that I figure me out, and hope that once I do that, everything else will fall into place.  Don't get me wrong.  I love myself, and have accepted who I am.  And I'm not looking to change everything about me, but I DO want to make myself better.  I need to adapt a part of me to try...TRY to be more organized, if I'm ever going to make a run at any sort of business, I have to have some sort of system.  Well other than collect papers, then stack in a pile later.  Then collect more papers, then stack in a pile somewhere else, destined to be lost, possibly forever.  I have two filing cabinets, I know HOW to file, but am just to lazy to actually sit there an file them and keep my shit straight.  Now don't get me wrong, I know I am perfectly capable of being organized, and managing my time well.  I do it at work everyday.  I need to tap into that motivation and carry it home with me.  But how?

Ugh.  I guess the same way I would tell anyone else, if they were asking the question to me.
You just do it!

Hmmm, maybe I should make myself shirts that say, "Just Do It"  and "Git er Done".  I bet I could make a fortune off those shirts.  -_-
If affirmation shirts worked, I wouldn't be having this conversation with myself, and you wouldn't have to witness this little bout of schizophrenia.

I'm starting to think that being a Libra, isn't all it's cracked up to be.  
You're balanced they say.  You know what that really means?  
I can't make up my fucking mind.  My head is full of 'but on the other hand's.'  I'm constantly seeing things from different perspectives, which don't get me wrong is kind of awesome sometimes, but it's also a real bitch. 
Libra's also love everything beautiful.  You know what THAT really means?
Yeah sure I'm crafty, but I'm messy as hell.  
When I bake cakes and cupcakes, it looks like a food fight between two 6yo, went on in my kitchen.
Even when I paint a sign, it looks like a classroom of preschoolers, was finger painting all over.  Almost every piece of clothing I own has paint, or glitter glue on it.  My husband looks like he often frequents strip clubs, with the amount of glitter that falls off of him weekly.  At least he looks like a stud to his co workers.  Or desperate.  Whatever.
Annnnnd, we tend to be fair and just.  Do you have any idea how twisted and macabre my imagination is, but my conscience won't ever let me play with it.  I mean don't get me wrong, I'm no Ted Bundy, but I could probably start a pretty large cult if I wanted too.  Not like a "drink the Kool-Aid cult," more of a really big 
commune, where we live on a island and I make all the rules.  

Haaaaaaaahahaha.

Just kidding I made that last part up for laughs.
Although, I'd be an awesome hippy commune leader.

Back to the issue at hand.  Being a better me, and not getting side-tracked and making jokes.  Maybe that's the thing...I hate seriousness.  It makes me uncomfortable, to the point where I avoid situations all together, to stay away from the anxiety of the uncomfortableness, that resides in my own head.  And that's when we come full circle back to the mental battle of which personality gets controlling stock of the 20% of my brain  that I access.  I need to be more serious in my approach to building better habits, and not laughing it off when I don't achieve my destined-to-fail-because-they're-to-much-too-soon type goals.
  
I need baby steps, I need consistency, I need perseverance.  
I raised my kids to think like that, why can't I raise myself to think like that?!
I bet I can.  I probably need help though. 

Hmmmm, I definitely have some things to think about.

What do you think???

Merry MERRY Christmas

Merry Christmas to all of you out there.  I hope your day is filled with Fun, Family and Love.  If you find yourself getting down about something today, please remember....there's always someone worse off than you.  Take a minute to take stock of all the wonderful things in your life, and try not to spread negativity, it's a gift nobody wants, and almost everyone returns.
 


XOXOXO
See you all tomorrow.

Finding logic through tragedy. CAUTION: OPINION POST!

First off, let me say this;

Hi, it's been awhile, I know.  Been busy with the kid and life and and and.....
So, since this is my first post in quite a while, I figured that I would make it a controversial one.  You now me.

Second, let me say this;

My heart goes out to anyone that has lost someone due to senseless violence such as the recent events.  As someone who has lost a child, I know how devastating it can be, and as someone whose brother was shot, twice due to retaliation of being kicked out of a party, I can tell you that it's equally as devastating, when someone you love is injured.  No one ever wants their loved ones hurt, or taken, and I feel for all the families affected by the injury or loss of a loved one.

Third and final thing, before I get to the real thing;

This is my opinion, not yours.  I'm not speaking for ANYONE other than myself.  I'm not trying to sway to you MY WAY of thinking.  Your reactions will in no way make me feel A. Validated or 2.  Ashamed of my opinion, because it is just that, MY opinion.  I'm simply writing on MY blog, how I feel about the recent tragedies and the vastly different opinions being thrown around by lots of people I know.  Most of them to my face, or on my FB.  I try to not start anything on FB, because, well, I believe people are entitled to their own thoughts...And without further ado, here's mine.


Over the last few days, I've heard a plethora of opinions regarding the Oregon mall shooting and the Connecticut school shooting.  Everything from, take away guns, to arm EVERYONE!  I've heard, 'stop glorifying the situation' in regards to the media, and 'I hope he burns in hell' from people, who every other day, preach forgiveness.  So many things to consider, so many people angry, so few people who realize something.  This isn't new.  This isn't a gun problem.  This isn't a time to blame a weapon, it's a time to take a look at the person wielding said weapon.  

I wonder how many people heard about the knife wielding guy in China, who on Thursday, injured 22 children and an elderly woman, as she walked them to school?  None of those kids died, so of course, it wasn't a big thing on the news.  In fact, it took me almost 10 minutes of news stories on my phone to even find it.  No one was holding a gun, so it wasn't worthy of a headline, or breaking news.  But I bet all of those kids and that woman's family, all felt the same heartache and panic as the people in OR and CT.
The knife wasn't the issue.

Andrea Yates killed her five children with her own strength and water. 
Water wasn't the problem here. 

Ted Bundy used charm and usually asphyxiation or a blunt object to kill his  victims.
Charm is not the culprit.  

I could go on and on and on, throughout the history of time, back to the days of King George or Caligula and site examples of how weapons can be made from ANYTHING.  
But...
That's not my point, well it kind of is, but I think the bigger issue is, mental health.  What drives a person use a gun, or knife on helpless children?  What makes someone look at their beautiful children, then take their lives away from them?  What makes a person gain your trust, then use it against you to take your life.  

It's called psychosis.  It's an actual medical condition, it's not just some unresolved childhood issues that's making you angry enough to throw a glass against the wall, or verbally lash out at someone, even though they may not deserve it.  No, this is, wires-aren't-connecting, severe-chemical-imbalance of the brain.  So, I say, instead of banning guns, or arming everyone, why don't we try paying attention to those around us.  Our friends, our family and even our enemies.  Pay attention to their behavior.  I don't just mean what they say, but their body language.  You can tell so much from peoples body language, but most of us just go through life paying attention to what we 'have' to instead of seeing the whole picture.  We go through life thinking we're all safe little babies, wrapped up in our own security of 'nothing like that happens in my town' until something like that happens in your back yard.  Then, we feel devastated for a while, but then forget what devastated us until it happens again, and again and again.   

I guess my Christmas wish for the world is awareness.  I hope everyone can now be aware, that terrible things like this happen and will continue to happen, because there's a gross oversight as to the real problem behind all of this senseless violence.  Be aware that bad things and bad people are ALWAYS going be around, and that NONE of us are safe from harm coming to us, and we shouldn't EVER wait for a tragedy, like the ones I mentioned to take the time to appreciate what we have!!!

Okay, stepping off my soapbox now. 
I'll be back with a jollier post before Christmas, I promise!!!

Holy Hell-O

Okay, okay I know it's been a couple months since I've been here, but don't give up on me, I'm really trying to make a comeback.  And to celebrate my comeback I'm gonna steer y'all to a super cool Christmas Card Swap, because let's face it.  Who doesn't love sending and getting Christmas cards, to tape to you walls???  I know it can't just be me. So if ya wanna play along just go here.

You only have a few days left to make the deadline, so get yer asses over there.

Now, onto what the hell has been keeping me away from my beloved blog, that I so madly fell in love with.

Laziness...Well that's part of it.  Also, I've been in a funk for a minute or two....or a thousand.  Life changed so much after the accident, that I don't think I've ever really given myself the time to really grasp the situation, I've just been doing what needs to be done.  And then there's the fact that D, my younger, has almost completely moved out.  She comes back one day a week, but to me, that's just not nearly enough, and she lives like 20 minutes away, which doesn't sound like much, but I have HUGE driving anxiety these days, especially at night, so it feels like she moved a million miles away.  On a happier note,  L, the oldest is moving closer to me after the first of the year, so I'm loving that.  Hopefully D will move closer to me, in July when her and her bf's lease is up.

My gf Squish, that was the driver in the accident I was in, is doing well, well mostly.  She's still in the nursing/rehab home, which she HATES, understandably.  She's walking over a thousand feet a day, and has even conquered going up two stairs, YAY!!!  And she can stand on her own to get out of bed, into her wheelchair and can even go for car rides.  I went and surprised her with an outing the other day, so she could go see her son, J sing in his very first school program for the Veterans.  She goes back to the doc in a couple days, and hopefully we will know an actual release date.  It's been almost four months since the wreck and she's still not home yet.  We're hoping for a Thanksgiving homecoming, but she seems unsure that that's an option now.  That really sucks, I know how badly she wanted to be out to make her own Turkey Day dinner.

Let's move on to something happier.  I know...How about some pictures.  Pictures are always fun!!!

A cake I made for my friends daughter.  Monster High theme.

Woke up one morning to take a picture of the yellow sunrise, turned around and saw a cute little rainbow.

Mountain sunrise a few days later.

And a few days after that.

My girls and my boy, on his birthday.

The football cake I made for Jagger's birthday.  He loved it.

Face for Halloween party a few days before Halloween.

Me and Jagger all dressed up for Halloween night.

Okay now, don't forget to sign up for the Christmas Card Swap, stick with me I'll see ya soon!!!

What the hell have I been up to?

Hey y'all, remember me???  I used to come on here almost everyday and fill your day with sarcasm and rainbows, but it seems as though I have been slacking, to say the least.  And I think I've decided that, I need to get back to my writing.  I need it, and well, lets face it...words need me.


I would love to sit here and tell you amusing stories of the amazing things I've been doing in my blog absence, but I'm afraid that writing down, 'being lazy and drinking wine with my girlfriends, when I'm not doing semi important house stuff', wouldn't make for a very interesting post.  So let's just pick up kind of where we left off.


I can tell you one thing is for sure, I'm super excited that my youngest daughter, my baby, is going to be a high school graduate this Sunday.  Seriously, I can hardly believe, that I managed to raise both my girls, to be responsible rays of sunshine that light up every room they walk into to, while remaining true to themselves.  I also wish I could take all the credit for how amazing they are, oh wait, I think I will.  Okay, not all of it, but I am going to toot my own horn of parenting. BEEP BEEP!!


And now it's all coming to a close.  This chapter in our life, is about to be finished, and I have no flippin' idea what the next chapter has in store for me, which is pretty bad, since I'm the author of this book.  I do know, that right now, it's high time that I start following my goals for me, instead of spending all my time telling my girls everyone which direction they should be going in.  Seems they have their shit together more than me, anyways.  Again, I'm taking partial credit for that, because I can.


I do know this though, whatever is next in my book, called Life, it's going to be amazing, and full of adventures, not all of which will be pleasant, but that's what will make it all worth it, right???  


So stay tuned, you wouldn't want to miss it.

Warning: Do not drink jug wine, while Facebooking.

Do you know what's harder than starting a whole new schedule?


Going back to the schedule that you had, prior to the new schedule.


I can't believe it's already been a month since my unfortunate and unexpected departure from my workplace, and I think it's okay to talk about it, since I've decided to not even try to get my job back there, or anywhere until D Graduates.  Her graduation is more important, than a job for me right now, plus, there's the planning of A's wedding in August, sooooooooo a job for me is put on hold for a minute.


Here's how I got fired, and why FB and Carlo Rossi jug wine do not mix.


Allow me to set the scenario for you,  I'm home from work, sitting on my exercise ball.  It's about 12:30 am and I'm on my second glass of Carlo Rossi Sangria in hand.  Now keep in mind when I say glass, I of course mean a pint size mason jar, and well Carlo, he comes from a jug.  It looked something similar to this.

At least it was a small jug in the picture.

I'm sitting in front of my computer, and a co-worker had posted that she only had seven days at work left and then she would be free.


Then came a few comments, including one that said "Now if you just tell J*** to F*** Off you be among the legends."  J*** may or may not be the VP of our company.  Now comes my comment, which read, "If you do tell J*** to F*** Off, please for the love of all that is awesome, record it."  To which she replied she probably wouldn't, to which I replied "Just a simple F*** Off and a who's coming with me, Half Baked style, would be amazing."


I would then be called into the office three days later, 15 minutes after we had a "New company policy" meeting, that told us all about the "no work talk allowed on social networking sites", and was told, that due to my comments on FB that they were, in fact, breaking up with me.  They did tell me however, that if I wrote J*** an apology letter, that maybe 6-9 months down the road I would be eligible for re-hire.  Both my supervisor and general manager said they would back me up, if I asked for my job back, because they both know, I rocked at it, but I don't know if I can go back to the catty, high-school mentality, that is my former workplace.  I've already been offered a job that will be starting right around the same time that D graduates, and I think I might hold out for that.  I know that I'll have to deal with assorted drama and corporate politics everywhere I go, and now I get to know what NOT to do, when I work for anyone else.


Plus, it's been really hard to write a letter to my former VP that doesn't contain the word douchebag in the first paragraph.  It would be a lot easier, if I had ever had any respect for him, but during my six months at that company, he did nothing to show me that he deserved it.  He didn't even know who I was, until someone brought this little FB issue to his desk.  


And I'm glad he never got to try one of my cupcakes.


So for now, I'll just wait, and continue to plan out my dreams of being a big time caterer with her own TV show on a food channel somewhere.


Now off to my domestic duties.  Yeehaw!

Music...It's what moves me.

So since Monday starts with M and so does music, and I've been wanting to do a music portion on my blog for a while now, I figured I'd kill a couple birds with one bat.  Let's face it, I suck at throwing rocks. and I like to his as many things as I can with one swing, so let me introduce you to...

Music Monday. 

****clapping and cheering****

Maybe sometime soon I'll be able to come up with some sort of cool little logo for it, but for now, this works.  This is where I will share my loooove and sometimes hate for music, it's a complicated relationship, but I'd die without it.


Literally...


Die!!!


Today I would like to share with you one of my first loves.  This is one of the first songs that I can remember obsessing over.  I was probably six or so, with my grandmas big headphones on, with the stereo cranked to:    
Dolly Parton - Jolene


I love this song.  I love Dolly.  Amen!



Then a girl named Mindy Smith came along and redid it.  And even though, Miss Dolly herself, was in the video, and I liked the video.  I did not approve of the remake of the song itself.  At all...



Then, another of my favorite bands did it, and let me tell you how terrified I was to give it a listen...  Then without a choice.  I was in love with this version by The White Stripes.  I love his voice with this song, and the way they put an edginess to it.  Give it a listen, you just might like it.



I love how a song from my childhood has made it through the years, and inspired so many different artists to creatively twist a timeless classic.


I hope you enjoyed today's post.  I can't wait for next weeks.

Are you wanting to get pregnant anytime soon???

I'm still laughing over this question.


Yesterday, I went to the doctor.  Now normally this isn't and out of the ordinary thing for MOST people.  However, I am not most people.  I'm am the queen of "there's a vitamin you can take for that", but alas, my family has informed me that there is indeed, NOT a vitamin for my anxiety issues, or my PMS that is near strong enough to work.  So, for the last two five eight years, my family has informed me, that I'm not getting  better, and in fact may be getting worse, and that maybe it's time to see a doctor.  


WWwwwwhhhaaaaat????


I don't do doctors.  I haven't been to a doctor, but maybe three/four times tops, sixteen years.  That's right, not even for my annual woman exams.  Hasn't happened since February 1996.  I know, some of you may think, 'bitch you're crazy', but I really didn't think so.  I feel healthy, I feel happy and people who go to the doctor, always come back sick and on pills of some sort.  Not that I have a problem with that in general, it's just not for me.  No religious reasons, no mistrust of doctors, I just know my body better than anyone else out there.  When I get sick, I take echinacea to boost my own immune system,  when I get pms, I take my Gaba Calm by the handful and sequester myself to my bedroom for a couple of days.  Bladder and kidney infections were cured with cranberry extract and water.  That has been my life....forever.


Yesterday, the day I caved, I made D go with me, so that I couldn't bullshit the doctor and make my symptom seem less severe than they are, because she's my brutally honest child and has no problem calling 'bullshit' when she feels it necesary, which she felt it necessary a few times yesterday.


So they give me this anxiety test to fill out.  Should've just handed it to D to fill out for me, because everytime I would mark down a two, she would be like, 'ummmmm, that's more like a four'.  Needless to say, when I was done taking the test, we found the last page, the grading page.  Evidently anything over thirty is severe anxiety.  Guess what my score was?????


Sixty-three


That's right sixty-three, and there were a lot of zeros on that test.  


Since the doc was unsure if it was my hormones, or if it was just me being crazy, that was making me crazy, so he prescribed me two things.  Xanax, which is fine.  I was hoping for Valium, because A. I've taken it before, 2. It's been around for like, a thousand years with no 'did someone you know die taking Valium' commercials and C. it's mother's little helper, right?  But I'm being open minded and doing what the doc say.  *Conformity is a bitch sometimes*  Then he recommends that I start taking birth control, to help regulate the PMS symptoms.  


Here's where it gets fun?


Doc:  Have you ever taken birth control before?
Me:  For approximately three days, ever, which may explain the three kids, before I was twenty-two.
Doc:  Well, are you wanting to get pregnant anytime in the near future?
Me:  Bwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Doc: -_-
Me:   Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahaha Absolutely NOT  Haahahahahahahahahah, I've been tied, and soldered for sixteen years.   Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha, so NO NO NO NO!!!!
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahhahahahah.
Doc:  Well give me a few minutes to get your prescription ready. 


Well, today marks the first day of the scientific experiment I'm calling, "will the crazy bitch get better, and if she does, will all her quirkiness die?"


I don't think so.  I don't mind being a bit neurotic, hell, I'll even walk the line of basket case, with a smile on my face, but I'm keeping these pills for the days, where the train wrecks happen.


And who knows, maybe I'll gain some focus along the way?


WWWwhhaaat???


I'll keep y'all posted!!!


Oh and PS...Here a couple pictures, since you had to read all this nonsense.

The first buds to open on my whatever, some sort of dogwood tree.

And the ones that will be open in a couple days.

Life just got...different.

Well happy happy Tuesday to you all, if there is anyone left out there.  I know I've been neglecting you, Dear Blogger, but no more will you be ignored.  For you have a new purpose now.


But first...


When you're done here, hop on over to see the ever shrinking Impulse, who by the way, is looking HAWT.  Hubba hubba!  Then cruise on over to the fabulous Shawn, who's had a pretty amazing month, way to go woman and I'll be right there with ya in nine days, with my vodka and Red Bull!!!  Then link up with them for they're no rules blog hop.  I love these women, throughout the last six months of working, I've tried to at least blog once a week, and when I did it was always for a Talk to us Tuesday, with these brilliant ladies.





Okay, now back to me and the figurative earthquake that has shaken up my world.  So, you know how I got me a job, and even though it wasn't the greatest, most meaningful job in the world, it was my job and I loved it.  Yeah, well, last Thursday I was called into the HR office, which by the way is NEVER good, and was told that some comments that I had made *which honestly I thought were going to be along the sexual harassment line, what???  I'm kind of a flirt, and I flirt with everyone* were seen on another co-workers FB and although I *and others* really don't think what I said was a fireable comment, but I may have mentioned the VP of our company, by his first name, so I was, in fact, fired.  UGH!!!  


WHATTT????  


Yes, my desire to make someone laugh, got me fired....for the very first time.....EVER!


I'm still devastated.  


My job was nothing special, but the people I worked with were are AMAZING.  And I feel good that my entire crew is on my side through this.  Even my supervisor and my General Manager for our shift, couldn't believe that I was being let go.  Also, they tried to say that the comments I made were on the clock.  I checked, they were not.  I'm thinking of fighting it, but first I have to start by writing an apology letter to the VP, that doesn't actually tell him how I really feel about him, and that doesn't include the word, douche.  I've tried 27 times and failed.  I might still be bitter.


Political correctness is going to be the death of comedy.  


On the plus side of this.  


I made some good friends over the last six months and the people that really matter will be kept in touch with. D will actually make it to school....on time....everyday, because I won't be so damn tired every morning.  I will get to spend the next two weeks my one of my favorite women, KT, since she's moving away from me.  Granted she's only moving 7 miles away, but I'm a hillbilly, and she's moving off the hill.  I'm very sad about this.  My liver however,  is pretty okay with it.


I have more time to bake and become a successful caterer.


I have more time to take pictures of pretty things like this.

Sure sign spring is here.

The day before my last day at work.

I love these colors.

Also, this guy will be happy that I'm home more, for the next few months.

He has really missed his mama.

So, even though my predicament is very bittersweet.  I'm kinda happy to be home, except for ONE HUGE THING.


My weight.  Since October, I've lost almost 50 lbs.  I'm terrified of gaining it back, so now, my sweet Blogger.  You are going to help me not only, NOT gain the weight back, but you're going to help me lose more.  I refuse to stop heading in the health direction that I was going, and you're my back up.
Together we can do it.


Well, now I must be responsible and get some stuff done, so that I can go get some more stuff done, then do more stuff.


No rest for the wicked, and I'm pretty damn wicked!


Hey guess what???


I'll be here tomorrow.

Randomosity. My new word.

Wooot woot, two days in a row for me.  Call me butter, cuz I'm on a roll.  Hahaha.


Well, it's been so long since I checked in with the wonderous ladies over at WWTK Mamarazzi. Queso, and Crazymama, speaking of Crazymama, I heart her for her total random questions this week.  Truly a kindred spirit of mine.  I love randomosity.  NO it's not a word, but it should be.





Now, on with the question.


1. What is your most commonly used word or phrase when you are frustrated?  
Oh that's an easy one.  SFD  and yep, just add the swear word for every letter.  We love our phrase so much that we have The SFD Society, with awesome redneck wine glasses and everything.  I'm kind of a trash mouth.  I know when to be good, but mostly I'm a pile of profanity.

So far there's only three of us, but were always recruiting.

2. What random question do you usually get from strangers or casual acquaintances? 
Do you know your socks don't match?  Yes, dammit, I know my damn socks don't match, it's just how I like to wear them.  One dayglo pink one one dayglo yellow, or polka dots with another one that say, I ♥ being awesome.  It's my thing, has been forever, since back when it was just one black one, one white one.  Is there a phobia for matching socks?


3. Did you ever correspond by mail with anyone, who? Do you still have the letters?
Letters......aren't those the things, that when put together, make words?


4. Do you dance in public?  why or why not?
Yes, and I shake my ass, like I know how to dance too.  I dance everywhere, even at work.

5. What is your favorite kind of chapstick/lip balm?

I'm more of a stain, lip gloss girl, and seriously, I have like 7 different kinds in my purse, as we speak.   I'm kind of a lip gloss/stain hoarder.  I'm seeking help.

Get on over and link up with your answers.  After all, We Want To Know dammit!

Wooooooohooooo to a New Year!

Happy Happy New Year to all you crazy, wonderful people out there.  I can't wait to get this year started and put the last year to bed, somewhere in the back of my head.  Yes, plenty of awesome things happened last year, but I'm all about the present and future.


It seems that Tuesday's seem to be my 'go to' day for blogging, mostly because of my mad love for Miss Impulse and Miss Shawn and their wonderful, rebelicious no rules blog hop.  Go check em out.  They're totally rad.


But first, let's chat, shall we?  
I spent my NYE with my best girls, Jen and Kate and their munchkins, oh and Kate's husband, blah blah blah, was there too.  We had a variety of spirits, and I think I tried them all.  Fireball, wine, vodka and a teensy bit of champagne made for a whopping headache the next day, lemme tell ya, but I did manage to stay mostly sober and totally manageable all night.  We were supposed to go into the hot tub, but somehow when the kids got out of it, they turned off the heat, so when we went to jump in, after midnight, in out bathing suits, the water was a cool 80*.  Fine, if it was 105* outside, but not so fine when it was 40*, so we just drank more instead.


Ohhh, and I made a cake for it.  It was purdy.

Happy New Years!

I had fun with this cake.

Then  two days later, two weeks after my oldest's birthday, I finally made her cake.  
Wanna see it?

A pink cake for a pink kinda kid.

See a pattern here?

I made no resolutions this year, just gonna try and keep going towards that five year plan I've been working on.  And maybe have some more fun. And enjoy the fact that I will have not one, but two kids graduating this year.  The older will graduate in August from college where she is studying to become a medical biller, and my younger, who will be, sniff sniff, graduating, sob sob, high school, bawl bawl.  It's going to be a seriously emotional summer this year.


Ugh, I just looked at the clock and realized it's almost work time.  For some reason, all of a sudden 12 days off just doesn't seem like it was enough.


I won't be back tomorrow.  I have a self written, honey-do list that starts early, and goes until work time.  But Thursday, that's MY day.

Tuesday's are much better than Monday's

That's just plain FACT!


Can I just be the first to say Thank God it's not Monday anymore.  Seriously, yesterday was the worst Monday of the week.  It kind of seemed like I had the touch of disaster, caused by my finger tornadoes and assquakes every time I turned around.  Luckily, I didn't let it get me toooo down, and had a pretty damn productive night at work.


Which leads us to today.  Tuesday, the second and less mortifying Monday of the week.








A day where you can go and link up with Impulse Addict and find out where she was during her own earthquake, and then check out Seriously Shawn's soft core porn pics, then you can link up, and we can all be life long friends.


But before you leave and go link up, let me let you in on something.   No matter how bad your day may seem, or how low you think you feel, just take a look around the world and see the beautiful things that surround you everyday, and be thankful you're here to enjoy them.

My little maple is in full glory.

The only hydrangea bunch I got this year.

My I-don't-know-what-the-hell-they-are-but-they're-pretty trees.

I love the way the water beads up on these leaves.

One of the prettiest sunrises I've seen in a long time.

Master Qui-Obi-Won-Yoda out!

We want to know Wednesday, Holiday Edition.

Woooohoooo, made it to Wednesday.  That means the work week is half over, and I get to take a break from the housework to answer a few questions.  Thanks to Mamarazzi, Queso and Crazymama for hosting this wonderful, housework avoider, these girls really know what's up.  Go link up with them and meet some new bloggy peeps.  I'm not sure how I survived life before I met some of these wonderful people.

Today's Holiday Edition is brought to you by, Crazymama, go check her out, she's awesome.

1.  How did you celebrate Halloween? Trick or treating? Adult party? Trunk or treat?

Since Halloween was on a work night for me, I decided to attend my first ever Halloween party.  I had a blast and you can totally read about it here.  I was dressed to the hilt in full Day of the Dead makeup, and not to toot my own horn on how well I did it, but, BEEP BEEP!  I hated that I had to miss Halloween night with my daughter, but at 17 she was happy to spend the evening with her friends.

Sorry if you're sick of seeing this picture, and I'm not normally conceited, but I could look at this all day.

2. What candy is your favorite/the first thing you steal from the kids?

What???  Me, steal candy from kids?????   Of course I do, hahaha.  First thing I take is Mounds and Almond Joy's, then Three Muskateers, and if I'm still hankering for something, I steal the Twix's.  Holy hell that made me sound greedy, but I think the need to test it all for poisoning is very selfless of me.

3.  What kind of candy do you give out, is it your favorite? or something you know you won't be tempted to eat?

Where we live, we haven't had a trick-or-treater in six years, but when I did, I always had an assortment of chocolate, sours, salts and suckers.  I'm awesome to my trick-or-treaters, it totally had nothing to do with what I wanted.  Okay, maybe a little.  Fine, a lot.  

4.  How soon after Halloween do you take down decorations and put away costumes?

Generally my costumes come from my closet, so I just put them back on the hanger and that's that.  This year, we had no decorations.  Sad, sad, sad.  Usually I go all out with the decorating, but this year has been kind of crazy, so I didn't get around to it, but when I do, they come down the next day and the Thanksgiving/Fall decorations come out.

5.  When do you decorate for the next holiday?

I like to decorate at least two three weeks before any "decoration worthy" holiday, that way I can assess any bare spots and immediately fill them with the appropriate items. 

Now, go link up with your answers.

Oh and have a super awesome and fantabulous day!!!