Every morning, I wake my kids up.....four times. I'm nice at first, I'm a little mean the second time, I'm really mean the third time and by the fourth time, I'm a raving lunatic. I'm not complaining, it's just what I do.
When they finally come stumbling out into the living room, they grab the remote and turn on TeenNick. Full House. Oh the going's on's with the Tanners. I used to love that show, at least until little Michelle turned into that awkward brat that wasn't cute anymore. I love Jesse and Rebecca though. Oh man, Sparkman would be loving me right now. (Inside joke)
So anywho, every commercial break is about Degrassi coming back. They try to make it all dramatic about how Degrassi has changed. No cell phones, no public displays of affection....blah, blah, blah. I. Don't. Care. For like 2 months, it's the same damn commercial and for 2 months, I haven't once given a shit. What the hell is Degrassi anyway? It sounds like a new pot I'd wanna smoke in a bong. I have a sinking feeling it's not though.
This is what my mornings are like though. I'm on a loop every day. It's the same thing every morning. You're jealous of my life, aren't you? ;)
It's technically my Friday. I have to work with Dennis Hopper all day today. I've heard he was in a mood yesterday and to tell you the truth, this morning I'm hoping he is in another mood. Cause I'm not and I plan on saying something if he even thinks about being an asshole. I had too good of a day yesterday to let him ruin my today. So bring it Dennis! I dare ya!
Have a great day everybody. Stay tuned if I'm still apart of the working class....
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Showing posts with label Jeff Sparkman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeff Sparkman. Show all posts
10/7/10
3/11/10
Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda.
Yesterday was a good day in all aspects of a day.
1) Kids came home alive.
2) Husband came home alive.
3) I probably coughed up the equivalent of a newborn baby from my lungs.
Yeah, wouldn't do anything differently if I had a chance. That chance to do things over though? I bet I could find a day in my life I would do differently. I have to thank the uber genius, Jeff Sparkman for this brain worm though. He's already figured out when and where he's going back.
I thought I did but then I reconsidered. If I judged all my days like I did above, why would I choose to change anything? Every bad thing that's ever happened to me, whether it was jail, detention, bruising, sprain, car accident, broken heart, or just a bad day, it still got me to the present. And in the present, I'm a pretty cool chick, I believe. I survived the worst and lived to tell the tale. But let's just say we had to pick a day or a moment. The genie has a knife to your throat so to speak.
Fine! I'll pick a freaking day!
Now, this ain't gonna be easy and to be honest with you, the genie should just slice to the left. I wouldn't pick a day that changed me forever. I wouldn't pick a day that someone died. I wouldn't pick a day where I turned left and should've turned right. All of those days brought me to today. To change those days would break the space continuum. I don't want to do that!
Nah, the day I would choose would be this. Kindergarten. Lunch time. I, with my red Tupperware lunchbox. I hadn't opened it yet. I was just sitting there. Why didn't I open it and begin to eat? Well, earlier in the day, I had stolen Joey Carmichael's lunch money and it was in my red Tupperware lunchbox. It was about ten quarters and whenever I jostled my lunchbox around, you could hear the change in it. I was playing the part of an anorexic that day but Joey was hungry. He was crying because he'd "lost" his lunch money. My Kindergarten teacher, Miss Jones, was eyeing the lunch table and she'd zeroed in on me. Sweet, innocent, Jeanie was caught. Why did I steal his lunch money? I haven't a freaking clue! It was $2.50!
Why did I pick that day? Well, in my calculation, that was the day that I began lying for a living. That was the day that my sweet disposition was tainted for $2.50.
That was the day that I decided (stupidly) that I would forever lie, cheat or steal to save the persona other people had for me. I never wanted to make mistakes in front of people. I never wanted to admit a failure in front of people. I wanted people to believe that I was p-p-p-perfect. And don't get me wrong, nobody ever bought that I was perfect, but the amount of lies I told to try to get them to believe that I was perfect, defined me for the rest of my life.
Now here's the kicker. What would I have changed about that day? I woulda still stolen the $2.50. I shoulda put the money in my pocket. I coulda got away with it then!
Have a freaking fantastic Thursday people! What day would you change? What is your "Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda?"
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
1) Kids came home alive.
2) Husband came home alive.
3) I probably coughed up the equivalent of a newborn baby from my lungs.
Yeah, wouldn't do anything differently if I had a chance. That chance to do things over though? I bet I could find a day in my life I would do differently. I have to thank the uber genius, Jeff Sparkman for this brain worm though. He's already figured out when and where he's going back.
I thought I did but then I reconsidered. If I judged all my days like I did above, why would I choose to change anything? Every bad thing that's ever happened to me, whether it was jail, detention, bruising, sprain, car accident, broken heart, or just a bad day, it still got me to the present. And in the present, I'm a pretty cool chick, I believe. I survived the worst and lived to tell the tale. But let's just say we had to pick a day or a moment. The genie has a knife to your throat so to speak.
Fine! I'll pick a freaking day!
Now, this ain't gonna be easy and to be honest with you, the genie should just slice to the left. I wouldn't pick a day that changed me forever. I wouldn't pick a day that someone died. I wouldn't pick a day where I turned left and should've turned right. All of those days brought me to today. To change those days would break the space continuum. I don't want to do that!
Nah, the day I would choose would be this. Kindergarten. Lunch time. I, with my red Tupperware lunchbox. I hadn't opened it yet. I was just sitting there. Why didn't I open it and begin to eat? Well, earlier in the day, I had stolen Joey Carmichael's lunch money and it was in my red Tupperware lunchbox. It was about ten quarters and whenever I jostled my lunchbox around, you could hear the change in it. I was playing the part of an anorexic that day but Joey was hungry. He was crying because he'd "lost" his lunch money. My Kindergarten teacher, Miss Jones, was eyeing the lunch table and she'd zeroed in on me. Sweet, innocent, Jeanie was caught. Why did I steal his lunch money? I haven't a freaking clue! It was $2.50!
Why did I pick that day? Well, in my calculation, that was the day that I began lying for a living. That was the day that my sweet disposition was tainted for $2.50.
That was the day that I decided (stupidly) that I would forever lie, cheat or steal to save the persona other people had for me. I never wanted to make mistakes in front of people. I never wanted to admit a failure in front of people. I wanted people to believe that I was p-p-p-perfect. And don't get me wrong, nobody ever bought that I was perfect, but the amount of lies I told to try to get them to believe that I was perfect, defined me for the rest of my life.
Now here's the kicker. What would I have changed about that day? I woulda still stolen the $2.50. I shoulda put the money in my pocket. I coulda got away with it then!
Have a freaking fantastic Thursday people! What day would you change? What is your "Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda?"
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/5/09
What do I do now?
Okay, those that know me understand my obsessive behavior. I'm a moody girl that can change in a flash. Trust me, my husband really does love me. I haven't quite figured out why but I'll take what I can get. So here I was about four weeks ago, writing another manuscript. I could, on a good day, averaged 5,000 words in the manuscript. I was shooting for a full novel at 80,000 words. I did it in three weeks. I'd write like a maniac all day and when my husband got home, I'd stop. Hey, someone had to cook dinner and pay attention to the money-maker in the family. My best friend, who is my brother-in-law came down for a visit and I still got in some writing. I'd wake up early and write until the bedroom door opened.
So, I'm done. I love the manuscript and I even whipped out a query letter. Not so hard when you're on your second manuscript. I was such a virgin before but my cherry's been popped and I'm on it now. I even discovered a new style of writing that I got into. I'd like to call it quirky, yet not annoying. Even tried writing in past tense instead of present tense. LOVED THAT! I discovered I could write a book where all the characters were liked and I could even write some suspense. I discovered that when the people that read my rough manuscript called halfway through their read threatening, "It better not be..."
Okay, so here I am, wondering what to do now? Usually I'd put the completed manuscript high up and unreachable and let it stew. Kind of like marinating. I've gotta forget about it and do something else. I've got countless ideas in my head for a new manuscript. Should I start another one? Should I put the love I have for this last manuscript on hold and just pound away at the keyboard with another one? I did that last time and stopped because I'm obsessive.
And also, I've given this rough manuscript out to a bunch of people. Most I truly love and most I'm starting to love again. Facebook is my reunion center! And I'm not stupid enough not to get that these people are saying they love my book because they don't have the fangs of real critics but they all like the parts I loved. I can't be crazy enough to think that if they're excited about the parts I was excited about, they're not loving it to be nice. Right?
Oh, another pointless rant about nothing. I know but I think I'll just chalk this up to moody AND annoying. I've gotta hit the bookstore today and get the new Sookie Stackhouse book. Surprisingly, I'm obsessed with vampire books and I don't write about vampires. I'm not that good! Maybe I'll start another manuscript...that oughta piss Sparkman off. Or on top of being pissed, it might actually kick him in the butt to finally start on his "Work in Progress" that he teased me with months ago but hasn't finished!!!!!! I completely understand how being a stay-at-home mother with plenty of free time can't possibly compare to being a working man with an actual job...get on it Sparkman! I wanna find out if Harbor is a transvestite!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
So, I'm done. I love the manuscript and I even whipped out a query letter. Not so hard when you're on your second manuscript. I was such a virgin before but my cherry's been popped and I'm on it now. I even discovered a new style of writing that I got into. I'd like to call it quirky, yet not annoying. Even tried writing in past tense instead of present tense. LOVED THAT! I discovered I could write a book where all the characters were liked and I could even write some suspense. I discovered that when the people that read my rough manuscript called halfway through their read threatening, "It better not be..."
Okay, so here I am, wondering what to do now? Usually I'd put the completed manuscript high up and unreachable and let it stew. Kind of like marinating. I've gotta forget about it and do something else. I've got countless ideas in my head for a new manuscript. Should I start another one? Should I put the love I have for this last manuscript on hold and just pound away at the keyboard with another one? I did that last time and stopped because I'm obsessive.
And also, I've given this rough manuscript out to a bunch of people. Most I truly love and most I'm starting to love again. Facebook is my reunion center! And I'm not stupid enough not to get that these people are saying they love my book because they don't have the fangs of real critics but they all like the parts I loved. I can't be crazy enough to think that if they're excited about the parts I was excited about, they're not loving it to be nice. Right?
Oh, another pointless rant about nothing. I know but I think I'll just chalk this up to moody AND annoying. I've gotta hit the bookstore today and get the new Sookie Stackhouse book. Surprisingly, I'm obsessed with vampire books and I don't write about vampires. I'm not that good! Maybe I'll start another manuscript...that oughta piss Sparkman off. Or on top of being pissed, it might actually kick him in the butt to finally start on his "Work in Progress" that he teased me with months ago but hasn't finished!!!!!! I completely understand how being a stay-at-home mother with plenty of free time can't possibly compare to being a working man with an actual job...get on it Sparkman! I wanna find out if Harbor is a transvestite!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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