Title....that's all I got. ;)

Oh good god people, all of you working people are my heroes. How in the hell do you do it? Waking up every morning, just as the sun is rising to get your asses to work? Since school has started, I've realized that I have to start taking better care of myself. Cause I gotta tell you, being this tired is NOT normal.

I'm NOT pregnant so hush.

Yesterday was my first long day. And what I mean by long is the same thing every normal person does. 8 whole hours. ((GASP)) Yah, I realize, the act of feeling sorry for me is far from your thoughts. Suck it up Jeanie....everybody does it. I have a friend who I used to work with before that works hard like all you other people. He works at a hospital pharmacy and lives in New Orleans. He took a chance on an adventure and royally feels screwed.

He's not even 30 yet though. He has a gorgeous wife and absolutely no kids. He had every right to take a chance and has every right to continue to do it. Yesterday on his blog, he made an announcement that he was starting a new one. I miss those moments in my life where an adventure was a possibility.


I've been where he was where the world was my oyster and there wasn't a care in the world. I would drive fast, take spur of the moment trips to nowhere and take a giant leap into the unknown. I envy him actually. I don't envy the heartache of endeavors failing along the way but I do envy the excitement of those endeavors.

So my friend, my long lost brother from another mother, you will fail sometimes but you will accomplish so much in the end too. Because with every failure, there is an adventure you'll never regret. I believe in you and wish you luck.

Happy Friday everybody....I'm going back to bed! :)

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again


Not really inspired this morning.

Today is an 8 hour day. ((GASP)) I know, it's what everybody does but not me. I've been on short shifts since I started working. I don't think I'm ready for this. Now, don't get me wrong, the fat paycheck will be appreciated but the constant tiredness? Not so much.

The girls aren't doing too well with the new schedule either. It would suck to be able to sleep in for 3 months and then BAM, 6:30am wake ups. But with every new schedule, we're once again working for the weekend. With my new schedule, I have 3 day weekends now.

So today is my last workday before the weekend of my dreams. Katie has her first soccer game this weekend but as for anything else on the docket, haven't gotten word yet. My husband is working some extra shifts so with our solitude, I think I'm gonna finally dig deep for some inspiration and write. I've got a couple blogs to catch up on. My writerly friends are in need of some love so I'm gonna do my best here.



Have a great Thursday!

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.


It's my day off....

...not to be confused with me avoiding my duties as a mother though.

1) Wake em up.

2) Wake em up again.

3) Wake em up AGAIN by using the f-word.

4) Listening to one of em cry because she can't find her new pants.

5) Relaying that crying of pants that are in the drawer and NOT missing is ridiculous.

6) Telling the other one to hurry up and do her shot.

7) Telling the other one again to hurry up and do her shot.

8) Tightening the pant's waist that were missing before.

9) Finding one of em crying because the previous MIA pants are "itchy" in the back where the tag is.

Good lord, when does this end? Yes, I know, I know. Never. Ask my mother, she still gets to see me cry over the stupidest things. And yes, I know, I made the decision to procreate. My fault.

On a lighter note, about 5 minutes ago, I noticed a bulge the size of big assdom.

Me: What is wrong with your butt?

K: I put a wet towel back there because it hurt.

Me: A wet towel. You put a wet towel back there?

K: ::tear:: Now my pants are wet AND itchy.

Husband: Lemme see.

K: Fix it daddy.

Me: Yes, fix your daughter's ass.

Husband: Jeez K, pull your underwear up. Why do you wear em so low?

K: Mommy wears em low.

Husband: No she doesn't.

K: Do you think they make thongs for kids?

Me: Why? So you can cry that your panties are up your butt?

Husband: To many, this would be a nightmare, surrounded by women my entire life that do nothing but whine and bitch. But to me, it's payback. Handle this Jean.

Me: Thanks, 'preciate it.

K: So do they make thongs?

Husband and Me: NO!!!

I think we're both getting paid back here. Have a great Hump Day!

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.


This is my life.

I've begun to despise my kids. Don't get me wrong, I love em but good god do they know how to push my buttons.

With school starting, I've set some rules. With these rules, I stated that under no circumstances do they argue with me about them or try to get out of them.

Day 2 of set rules. 8pm, it's time to come inside and relax for the remaining hour and a half of wakefulness. Did they come in with a smile? Did they wave goodbye to their friends and run inside with a skip to their walk?


They did what they always do and argued with me. I have had it with this attitude kids these days have where they don't take no for an answer. What part of me being an adult constitutes me explaining myself when I give an answer to a child? Absolutely nothing.

Child: Can I have another Coke?

Me: No.

Child: Why?

Me: Because you've already had a Coke today. Drink some water or some juice.

Child: But if I just drink water tomorrow, can I have a Coke tonight?

Now here's me. I'm not stupid. I know that tomorrow will come and somehow the child will ask for another Coke. It seems stupid and trivial but seriously? Why do I even bother to explain myself? No!!! Get your ass outta my face and drink some water!

And that's their downfall. Their momma ain't stupid. She isn't a pushover either. She'll apologize if she's wrong but she ain't gonna go back on a rule she set. And no amount of convincing is gonna....convince me. So shut up, get outta my face and please keep the muttering to a minimum.

Muttering. Now I may be losing some sight and some hearing but I can freaking hear you when you are talking shit. And I have never backed down from a muttering of smack talk that I knew it was directed at me. I went to Tracy High School dammit...the freaking palace of muttering, trash talking jack-asses. Oh yah....don't play me cause you will lose.

So we're on to day 2 of school. Yesterday was a cluster-fuck of idiots that don't get the concept of dropping their kids off at school. Drive, stop, drive again. Easy! But no, they have to try to get in the "better" lane or get their kid to the front of the door. I was 5 minutes late yesterday to work because I spent 30 minutes in the drop-off line at the middle school. Trust me, if I had 10 extra minutes....my ass was tempted to knock on a few bumpers and flip a couple dozen idiots off. But I didn't. Dammit, I didn't.

Today is a short day at work. I think it's my last short day in a long time. I plan on enjoying this day as best I can. When I walk out those Target doors at 2pm today....I will have a little wiggle to my hips and twinkle in my eye. I have no idea who I'm working with though. Yesterday I worked with Dennis Hopper and it wasn't too bad. We commiserated about the traffic in the morning....which is why I didn't get in trouble for being 5 minutes late. :) I'm actually starting to really, really like Dennis Hopper. Don't tell though. Have a great Tuesday everybody.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.

First Day of School....and now it begins.

So today is the first day of school. Freaking fabulous! I've been trying to get rid of these kids for over a month now and it is finally here. No more, "Mom, I'm bored," or "Can we go to the pool," or "Can so and so spend the night?" Oh good golly, these kids are driving me freaking crazy!

So in honor of this glorious day, share my joy.

Me: Pop quiz midget! Who said this?

K: Huh? Wha.....?

Me: "First day of school! First day of school!"

K: Ugh, Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Me: Who said it? Come on, there's a prize.

K: Some stupid fish that didn't know what he was talking about.

Me: Ding, ding, ding! You won a ride to school and a half-walk into class. Congratulations....now get up.

It took her like 10 minutes to abandon the doom and actually get excited though. She must've brushed her hair until it was shiny and soft. She brushed her teeth BEFORE breakfast. Yah, I remember those days. The first day of school was always exciting for me too. Of course by day 2, I was completely over it and realized that summer was far away again. As a parent, that's music to my ears.

My oldest M, the new diabetic, is venturing into the unknown here. Schedules upon schedules. Snacks and insulin. And ((GASP)) the 7th grade. She is no longer the little grubby 6th grader. She's in the middle of the pack. She's almost top dog. She's also go this new disease she would rather hide from everybody but can't. Poor baby. I've met with the nurse at school though and I feel comfortable that M will come out of her shell and not be so ashamed to speak up. At least I hope so. She looks fabulous this morning though in her new clothes. All last year she looked like a skeleton until we finally got her diagnosed with diabetes so this new year, she looks like our M. It's really nice to send her back the way she should look.

So, as I dropped K off first this morning and wait to drop M off in a bit, I will be going to work. When I started this job in March, I just thought the extra money would be nice. I've come to realize that I needed this job to save my sanity as a mother. For 8 hours in a day where I might normally be a jittery ball of nerves for my kids....I will be dealing with dumbass customers trying to get their last minute prescriptions filled. Trust me, I'm being serious. 1) They're really dumbasses. 2) This job is a godsend for me.

Happy Monday everybody. Kids are back to school. It is indeed a Happy Monday.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.


I've been on a break.

I think life just took over and I'm not complaining but until I can catch up with it, this blog is gonna suffer. I don't wake up with dirty thoughts spilling forth from my mouth anymore. I actually enjoy my minimal yet fullfilling job hours. My writing has taken a beating lately but I can feel the tingle of an idea deep in my brain. So bare with me for a bit please. I promise I won't let you down too long.

Here's a video cause words defy me. Enjoy! She makes me happy.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again