What is your catch phrase? Everybody has one and they don't even realize it. It's the phrase that gets you through the day. It gets your through a moment. Shit, it gets you through life. I never realized mine until recently. It's foul but it encompasses me like a tight tube top on a hot summer day.
Fuck it.
It seems like whenever I'm feeling scared or blue, it works. Fuck it. Whether it be that leap into the unknown or the skip into something sinful. Fuck it.
It's like you're standing on a bridge attached to a bungee cord contemplating your life. Do you jump? Do you stand there like an idiot? Nope, fuck it. You only live once and there is never a do over in life. Just jump already.
If there is one thing I've learned and held on to so tightly is, my actions are mine. Sure they might effect the people around me but they're still mine. The way my actions effect other people is their own choice. I have absolutely no rights to how they feel. All I can worry about is my own. Some might say that's selfish because I'm a parent and my actions reflect off my kids but seriously, it's still my decision to do whatever the hell I want. As long as my decisions don't kill my kids, I feel pretty comfortable with my view on life.
Before I was married with kids, my catch phrase was so much fun. I didn't have a care in the world. I didn't do death defying acts or anything but I did swallow any fear that might've held me back. Being married with kids, my catch phrase is still somewhat fun. It's just not that life altering. It could just be the simple act of telling a perfect stranger off for staring at my tits....or just staring at me in general. I feel that it is my duty to leave a lasting impression on anybody that injects themselves into my life.
I've always been brutally honest in life. Don't get me wrong, I lie to save my ass sometimes but I've always been a horrible liar. Maybe that's why I embrace honesty. Cause I suck at being devious. And when I say honesty, I'm just meaning saying what's on my mind at the moment it enters my mind. I don't chew on anything. I spit it out. If you're bugging the shit out of me, you're gonna know it. If you look like shit in an outfit, I'm probably going to say it. If you've hurt me, believe me, you're gonna get a hot cup of reality from me.
Fuck it.
What's your catch phrase for life? Did you know you had one? Have a great Thursday. Weekend is almost here!
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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6/30/10
Oh there would be hell to pay I tell ya!
I'm not going to talk about Twilight's Eclipse....but it was a great movie! :)
I'm gonna take it back to the days when I would talk about my husband. You remember him? The guy who's kind of an asshole? There are certain rules I have to abide by with him. They aren't hard. They are quite understandable. Number one rule? Don't make him look like an asshole in front of ANYBODY!
What does that mean?
Well, I can't skool him in front of strangers that'll never see him again in his lifetime. Here's an example.
Upon leaving a Best Buy when we were in California, my husband and I were leaving the store. My husband proceeded to go out the IN door. I yelled out, "The door says IN dumbass!" Now this was in front of the door greeter. Whoopsie! Oh there was hell to pay for that one. Trust me, I didn't pay much attention to the scolding that ensued but I could tell from the look on his face that he was pissed.
Another example is making him look like an idiot in front of friends or family. It's not always easy to make him look like an idiot mind you, so when there's a chance, I can't help it. Here's an example.
In San Francisco, my husband asks me and M (the diabetic) if we wanted ice cream. Now M has been a diabetic for a month now. Where in the schedule does an impromptu ice cream cone appear? So what did I do? I "kindly" said, "No, we won't have any ice cream because um....god you're a dumbass." Now I said this in front of his brother and girlfriend/wife. Big mistake. But seriously, DUMBASS!!! Oh he scolded me for that one too. I think he "ignored" me for like an hour....or a minute....who knows, I wasn't paying attention anyway.
See? Rules. Sometimes I respect them but sometimes my bitch side comes out and it can't be helped.
Now one might ask, does he abide by the same rules? I think he does. I'm not really one of those people that really give a crap about what people think of me. I can actually recognize the futility of being embarrassed in front of perfect strangers and being mad about it. But yesterday! Oh here we go.
My friend G comes over to "play." That just means we sit out back drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and talking shit. I hadn't seen her since I left for California. So we're just having a pleasant conversation and my husband proceeds to come out with an iPod USB plug that appears to be broken. The casing is missing and it's just a shell of a USB plug.
Husband: Did you do this?
Me: Um....no.
Husband: Well the kids say they didn't do it so who did it?
Me: Maybe the gerbil that got out did it?
Husband: The gerbil??? No seriously, did you do this?
(Now at this point, I can tell he isn't kidding.)
Me: Why the fuck would I do that?
Husband: I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
(At this point, I've started to ignore him and tell G about the gerbil that got out. Husband huffs and goes back inside. When G leaves....oh, it continued.)
Me: What the hell was that outside??
Husband: I just asked why the USB plug was stripped and if you did it.
Me: I didn't jackass. And check yourself, I'm 35...not 2. Take it back a notch Officer.
Husband: I'm just sick of working my ass off and finding shit broken. This is ridiculous.
Me: Well, seeing as that USB plug is almost 6 years old, I think it's run it's course. Now kindly step back, think about it and I'll be waiting for your apology when you realize what a jerk you were. You'd be pissed if I did that in front of one of your friends.
This went back and forth. So my question is, seriously, what the hell was that about? I just don't get it sometimes. And I'm not gonna be all pathetic and think, "Poor me," but dammit! Was he flexing his husband muscles....in front of my girlfriend? Was he feeling left out? I mean, I've been trying to make this transition to night shift as simple as possible. I've made sure dinner was somewhat early. I've done the soccer game, the doctor visit. I didn't do those things solo to bring it up. I did it because that's my job. I don't resent it. He offered to do both of those things with me but I told him to get some sleep. Trust me, I don't want to burn the guy out with lack of sleep. I can do this. But seriously, what the hell was that about?
Phew, vent over. It's Hump Day....I'm off work and we got paid. Time to bring that massive balance down to $0 again.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
I'm gonna take it back to the days when I would talk about my husband. You remember him? The guy who's kind of an asshole? There are certain rules I have to abide by with him. They aren't hard. They are quite understandable. Number one rule? Don't make him look like an asshole in front of ANYBODY!
What does that mean?
Well, I can't skool him in front of strangers that'll never see him again in his lifetime. Here's an example.
Upon leaving a Best Buy when we were in California, my husband and I were leaving the store. My husband proceeded to go out the IN door. I yelled out, "The door says IN dumbass!" Now this was in front of the door greeter. Whoopsie! Oh there was hell to pay for that one. Trust me, I didn't pay much attention to the scolding that ensued but I could tell from the look on his face that he was pissed.
Another example is making him look like an idiot in front of friends or family. It's not always easy to make him look like an idiot mind you, so when there's a chance, I can't help it. Here's an example.
In San Francisco, my husband asks me and M (the diabetic) if we wanted ice cream. Now M has been a diabetic for a month now. Where in the schedule does an impromptu ice cream cone appear? So what did I do? I "kindly" said, "No, we won't have any ice cream because um....god you're a dumbass." Now I said this in front of his brother and girlfriend/wife. Big mistake. But seriously, DUMBASS!!! Oh he scolded me for that one too. I think he "ignored" me for like an hour....or a minute....who knows, I wasn't paying attention anyway.
See? Rules. Sometimes I respect them but sometimes my bitch side comes out and it can't be helped.
Now one might ask, does he abide by the same rules? I think he does. I'm not really one of those people that really give a crap about what people think of me. I can actually recognize the futility of being embarrassed in front of perfect strangers and being mad about it. But yesterday! Oh here we go.
My friend G comes over to "play." That just means we sit out back drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and talking shit. I hadn't seen her since I left for California. So we're just having a pleasant conversation and my husband proceeds to come out with an iPod USB plug that appears to be broken. The casing is missing and it's just a shell of a USB plug.
Husband: Did you do this?
Me: Um....no.
Husband: Well the kids say they didn't do it so who did it?
Me: Maybe the gerbil that got out did it?
Husband: The gerbil??? No seriously, did you do this?
(Now at this point, I can tell he isn't kidding.)
Me: Why the fuck would I do that?
Husband: I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
(At this point, I've started to ignore him and tell G about the gerbil that got out. Husband huffs and goes back inside. When G leaves....oh, it continued.)
Me: What the hell was that outside??
Husband: I just asked why the USB plug was stripped and if you did it.
Me: I didn't jackass. And check yourself, I'm 35...not 2. Take it back a notch Officer.
Husband: I'm just sick of working my ass off and finding shit broken. This is ridiculous.
Me: Well, seeing as that USB plug is almost 6 years old, I think it's run it's course. Now kindly step back, think about it and I'll be waiting for your apology when you realize what a jerk you were. You'd be pissed if I did that in front of one of your friends.
This went back and forth. So my question is, seriously, what the hell was that about? I just don't get it sometimes. And I'm not gonna be all pathetic and think, "Poor me," but dammit! Was he flexing his husband muscles....in front of my girlfriend? Was he feeling left out? I mean, I've been trying to make this transition to night shift as simple as possible. I've made sure dinner was somewhat early. I've done the soccer game, the doctor visit. I didn't do those things solo to bring it up. I did it because that's my job. I don't resent it. He offered to do both of those things with me but I told him to get some sleep. Trust me, I don't want to burn the guy out with lack of sleep. I can do this. But seriously, what the hell was that about?
Phew, vent over. It's Hump Day....I'm off work and we got paid. Time to bring that massive balance down to $0 again.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/25/10
Silence is Never Golden.
Yah, I know I switched it up a bit but it's true. In my Thir-thir-thirty five years of living, I've learned that a silent companion is a bad companion. Now don't get me wrong, there have been moments when I wanted to shut up the non-silent companions with a tube sock in the mouth but I'd rather they talk than be silent. Oh and if I'm being silent? Yah....ya better check the rat poison cause I'm prolly pissed off. A silent Jeanie is a very dangerous Jeanie.
Silence to me is too much time to think. Too much time to think isn't always a good thing. Over-thinking is very bad. Especially if your a dude. Dudes are rarely given the benefit for thinking at all but I think dudes are the worst in the thinking category. Women think but then it's done and over with. We've laid out our plans and gone on with life. Dudes can never let anything rest.
Tell me this? How are these humans I've aptly named dudes, the superior species? Annoying, isn't it?
I've discovered a catch phrase that I use quite often. "Get over it!" I say it to my daughter, M, all the time. She got into a fight last night with my husband, her daddy. Oh it was a doozy. M mouthed off to her dad and her dad went off! I have to admit, M deserved it. No 12 year old should talk like that to an adult. And trust me, you don't talk like that to my husband, the asshole. I've mentioned before that it's always a battle of wits and pride with that man. Add the fact that a 12 year old had backed him in the corner? Freaking mayhem. The sad thing is, my daughter has the same kind of attitude problem as my husband. She's stubborn and by god, she isn't going to admit it. Welcome to my life people....I gave birth to a female asshole. At the end of the day though, all I want to say and all I can say is, "Get over it!"
Because truly, get over it! Like last night, something highly annoying was...well, annoying me. Oh it was pathetic and ridiculous but it was really annoying me. This morning....okay, I'll admit, it's still annoying me but I'm gonna take my own advice and get over it. Trust me, I'm so much smarter than to let something pathetic and ridiculous annoy me more than a couple days. It's not worth my time. See? We truly are the superior species here. :)
Tuesday Carpool was a little somber today. It's almost over guys and we're all getting a little sad.
E was especially quiet this morning and I finally broached the subject.
Me: What's up E? You're so quiet.
E: I'm a little worried about something.
Me: Worried about what? You're 12.
E: I'm worried about my surgery.
Everybody: SURGERY???
Me: Surgery for what sweetie?
E: Um....er....::blushing::
Me: Oh jeez, you're gonna make me drag it out of you, aren't you?
E: I don't know how to explain it.
Me: Are you getting your tonsils taken out?
E: Nope.
Me: Adenoids?
E: Nope.
Me: Hair transplant?
E: Aim lower.
Me: Appendix?
E: ::blushing:: Lower.
Me: Um....er....your "no-no" box? ::snort::
E: Yes! I told M about it.
M (daughter): No you didn't! I would've remembered a conversation we had about you and your "no-no" square.
Me: Oh shit, that description keeps getting funnier and funnier. "No-no" square?
E: I did too tell you. Nice to know, my impending death by surgery wasn't anything for you to pay attention to.
M (daughter): E, I swear, I don't think you told me.
E: I did, now can we just drop it?
Me: Consider it dropped....wait....is that why you're having surgery? Something didn't "drop?"
E: ::groan:: This is going down as my worst day EVER!
Me: Oh sweetie, you're going to be fine. How many times have I opened the door practically half dressed? How many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you? You'd need like 15 hands to count that. We're all friends here. You're going to be fine. When's your surgery?
E: July 16th.
Me: That's the day after my birthday!
M2: My birthday is July 12th!
Me: July birthdays ROCK!
E: Girls suck.
And see?! The girls in the car moved one. "Got over it," so to speak. Ethan didn't. Dudes....they're all the same.
Have a great Tuesday! I'm off for three days and it's a wonderful thing!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Silence to me is too much time to think. Too much time to think isn't always a good thing. Over-thinking is very bad. Especially if your a dude. Dudes are rarely given the benefit for thinking at all but I think dudes are the worst in the thinking category. Women think but then it's done and over with. We've laid out our plans and gone on with life. Dudes can never let anything rest.
Tell me this? How are these humans I've aptly named dudes, the superior species? Annoying, isn't it?
I've discovered a catch phrase that I use quite often. "Get over it!" I say it to my daughter, M, all the time. She got into a fight last night with my husband, her daddy. Oh it was a doozy. M mouthed off to her dad and her dad went off! I have to admit, M deserved it. No 12 year old should talk like that to an adult. And trust me, you don't talk like that to my husband, the asshole. I've mentioned before that it's always a battle of wits and pride with that man. Add the fact that a 12 year old had backed him in the corner? Freaking mayhem. The sad thing is, my daughter has the same kind of attitude problem as my husband. She's stubborn and by god, she isn't going to admit it. Welcome to my life people....I gave birth to a female asshole. At the end of the day though, all I want to say and all I can say is, "Get over it!"
Because truly, get over it! Like last night, something highly annoying was...well, annoying me. Oh it was pathetic and ridiculous but it was really annoying me. This morning....okay, I'll admit, it's still annoying me but I'm gonna take my own advice and get over it. Trust me, I'm so much smarter than to let something pathetic and ridiculous annoy me more than a couple days. It's not worth my time. See? We truly are the superior species here. :)
Tuesday Carpool was a little somber today. It's almost over guys and we're all getting a little sad.
E was especially quiet this morning and I finally broached the subject.
Me: What's up E? You're so quiet.
E: I'm a little worried about something.
Me: Worried about what? You're 12.
E: I'm worried about my surgery.
Everybody: SURGERY???
Me: Surgery for what sweetie?
E: Um....er....::blushing::
Me: Oh jeez, you're gonna make me drag it out of you, aren't you?
E: I don't know how to explain it.
Me: Are you getting your tonsils taken out?
E: Nope.
Me: Adenoids?
E: Nope.
Me: Hair transplant?
E: Aim lower.
Me: Appendix?
E: ::blushing:: Lower.
Me: Um....er....your "no-no" box? ::snort::
E: Yes! I told M about it.
M (daughter): No you didn't! I would've remembered a conversation we had about you and your "no-no" square.
Me: Oh shit, that description keeps getting funnier and funnier. "No-no" square?
E: I did too tell you. Nice to know, my impending death by surgery wasn't anything for you to pay attention to.
M (daughter): E, I swear, I don't think you told me.
E: I did, now can we just drop it?
Me: Consider it dropped....wait....is that why you're having surgery? Something didn't "drop?"
E: ::groan:: This is going down as my worst day EVER!
Me: Oh sweetie, you're going to be fine. How many times have I opened the door practically half dressed? How many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you? You'd need like 15 hands to count that. We're all friends here. You're going to be fine. When's your surgery?
E: July 16th.
Me: That's the day after my birthday!
M2: My birthday is July 12th!
Me: July birthdays ROCK!
E: Girls suck.
And see?! The girls in the car moved one. "Got over it," so to speak. Ethan didn't. Dudes....they're all the same.
Have a great Tuesday! I'm off for three days and it's a wonderful thing!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/16/10
My Weekend of Nothingness and Everything.
This is gonna be a short one because I can't imagine it being very long. This weekend was probably one of the greatest weekends in awhile. No, it wasn't because my husband was working the entire weekend and I saw him for like 3 total hours. Kinda missed him actually. Missed him enough to visit him a few times while he worked overtime at the Wildflower festival. Saw him in the shorts they issue police officers for hot weather. Highlight of that hour I tell ya. :)
Anyway, I went to Borders on Saturday to get the autograph of my favorite author, Charlaine Harris. She writes vampire books. Now all of you know, I write. I don't write about vampires. I couldn't if I tried. It's more of a brain vacation when I read my vampire books. I don't want to write about something that I couldn't do justice. I just want to read a good fluff that makes me smile.
If I could have one wish it would be to be that author that everybody woke up early to see. I want people to hang on my every word. I want people to ask me questions about how I do what I do. I've never been one of those people that follow stars around like puppy dogs. I dabble in Twitter and follow agents but I don't kiss their ass like some of the other people on Twitter do. I just don't want to be that person. I've actually never been that person. The old saying, "The squeaky wheel gets oiled...or lubricated." I am not, nor will I ever be a squeaky wheel. If I am ever going to be a published author, it will be because I did it the hard way. The way most published authors did it.
Is that naive?
Probably. But that's just me. I won't apologize because I don't follow the ass-kissing line or do things the easy way. So did I say to Charlaine Harris that I was an unpublished author and really wanted to be her one day?
Nope. I said thank you and walked my weary way with my signed books. Because I will be her one day even if I'm old and senile. It will happen and it will happen because I did it the hard way.
Have a fantastic Monday....it'll be over soon. Or at least it's started so now all it needs to do is end. :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Anyway, I went to Borders on Saturday to get the autograph of my favorite author, Charlaine Harris. She writes vampire books. Now all of you know, I write. I don't write about vampires. I couldn't if I tried. It's more of a brain vacation when I read my vampire books. I don't want to write about something that I couldn't do justice. I just want to read a good fluff that makes me smile.
If I could have one wish it would be to be that author that everybody woke up early to see. I want people to hang on my every word. I want people to ask me questions about how I do what I do. I've never been one of those people that follow stars around like puppy dogs. I dabble in Twitter and follow agents but I don't kiss their ass like some of the other people on Twitter do. I just don't want to be that person. I've actually never been that person. The old saying, "The squeaky wheel gets oiled...or lubricated." I am not, nor will I ever be a squeaky wheel. If I am ever going to be a published author, it will be because I did it the hard way. The way most published authors did it.
Is that naive?
Probably. But that's just me. I won't apologize because I don't follow the ass-kissing line or do things the easy way. So did I say to Charlaine Harris that I was an unpublished author and really wanted to be her one day?
Nope. I said thank you and walked my weary way with my signed books. Because I will be her one day even if I'm old and senile. It will happen and it will happen because I did it the hard way.
Have a fantastic Monday....it'll be over soon. Or at least it's started so now all it needs to do is end. :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/11/10
Church Folk are Weird
Yah, I said it. The possibility that this statement will come back and haunt me at the Pearly Gates doesn't scare me. But seriously, church folk are weird.
It was carpool Tuesday today and our good girl M2 informed me that she was being punished. The conversation went on for the entire car ride so try to keep up.
M2: I got grounded.
Me: I'm shocked. What'd you do?
M2: I broke my commitment.
(I have to admit at first I thought it was a commitment to abstinence. My mind always goes to dirty.)
M2: I was up at 8:15pm when I should've been sleeping by 8pm.
Me: Did they beat you with flames and needles?
M2: They took my books away from me.
Me: What??!! So they....um....well that's just stoooopid. Church folk are weird.
E: Sing it Miss Jean! Oh and wear that tube top when you do it. Blue is definitely your color.
Me: Oh I'll do you one better. I'll wrap a rosary and use it for an ankle bracelet.
E: Seriously, I'm still mad about the airgun.
M2: What about the airgun?
E: Well, now D**** threatened to shoot my dad with his airgun.
Me: Why's he mad at you?
E: Cause my dad called his parents and told them they were illegal. Now D***** can't play with it either.
Me: So how's he gonna shoot your dad?
E: I don't know but I started laughing and told him that my dad has 911 on speed dial.
Me: Cause pressing 9-1-1 isn't fast enough?
M (daughter): Good one mom. E, your dad is crazy.
E: If church folk are weird, explain to us just how long K is grounded for?
Me: She's grounded until I say she isn't grounded.
M2: Ohhhhhh, what'd K do?
Me: Um....er....she called a boy g-a-y and kneed him in the....um...er....
E: The no-no box!
Me: ::snort:: The what box?
E: The no-no box. You know.
Me: Yah, I got it but why is it the "no-no box?"
E: I don't know, my mom and dad call it that.
M (daughter): I dare you to call it that to your friends.
E: No way.
Me: What do you call it in front of your friends?
E: We don't really talk about em.
Me: So, lemme get this straight. Your parents grounded you from books for reading 15 minutes past your bedtime....which in my opinion is way too early. And your parents have reinforced in that brain of yours that....um....er....that general area is a "no-no" box.
M (daughter): Mom, I love you.
Me: Yah, I don't ever wanna hear you say the words "not fair" come out of that mouth of yours. You could be M2 and E.
E: What's wrong with calling it the no-no box?
Me: Lemme put it this way. When you're older....you're gonna wanna change it to the yep-yep box. Your parents have basically, sub-consciously, made you think anything that has to do with...um....er....forget it.
E: No! What?
Me: How many carpools are left in the year?
M2: About 3?
Me: I'll tell you everything you two wanna know on my last carpool day.
And with that, I repeat....church folk are weird. I am convinced that I was put on this earth to fix the evils that they put upon their children.
Have a great Tuesday and have fun with your yep-yep boxes! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
It was carpool Tuesday today and our good girl M2 informed me that she was being punished. The conversation went on for the entire car ride so try to keep up.
M2: I got grounded.
Me: I'm shocked. What'd you do?
M2: I broke my commitment.
(I have to admit at first I thought it was a commitment to abstinence. My mind always goes to dirty.)
M2: I was up at 8:15pm when I should've been sleeping by 8pm.
Me: Did they beat you with flames and needles?
M2: They took my books away from me.
Me: What??!! So they....um....well that's just stoooopid. Church folk are weird.
E: Sing it Miss Jean! Oh and wear that tube top when you do it. Blue is definitely your color.
Me: Oh I'll do you one better. I'll wrap a rosary and use it for an ankle bracelet.
E: Seriously, I'm still mad about the airgun.
M2: What about the airgun?
E: Well, now D**** threatened to shoot my dad with his airgun.
Me: Why's he mad at you?
E: Cause my dad called his parents and told them they were illegal. Now D***** can't play with it either.
Me: So how's he gonna shoot your dad?
E: I don't know but I started laughing and told him that my dad has 911 on speed dial.
Me: Cause pressing 9-1-1 isn't fast enough?
M (daughter): Good one mom. E, your dad is crazy.
E: If church folk are weird, explain to us just how long K is grounded for?
Me: She's grounded until I say she isn't grounded.
M2: Ohhhhhh, what'd K do?
Me: Um....er....she called a boy g-a-y and kneed him in the....um...er....
E: The no-no box!
Me: ::snort:: The what box?
E: The no-no box. You know.
Me: Yah, I got it but why is it the "no-no box?"
E: I don't know, my mom and dad call it that.
M (daughter): I dare you to call it that to your friends.
E: No way.
Me: What do you call it in front of your friends?
E: We don't really talk about em.
Me: So, lemme get this straight. Your parents grounded you from books for reading 15 minutes past your bedtime....which in my opinion is way too early. And your parents have reinforced in that brain of yours that....um....er....that general area is a "no-no" box.
M (daughter): Mom, I love you.
Me: Yah, I don't ever wanna hear you say the words "not fair" come out of that mouth of yours. You could be M2 and E.
E: What's wrong with calling it the no-no box?
Me: Lemme put it this way. When you're older....you're gonna wanna change it to the yep-yep box. Your parents have basically, sub-consciously, made you think anything that has to do with...um....er....forget it.
E: No! What?
Me: How many carpools are left in the year?
M2: About 3?
Me: I'll tell you everything you two wanna know on my last carpool day.
And with that, I repeat....church folk are weird. I am convinced that I was put on this earth to fix the evils that they put upon their children.
Have a great Tuesday and have fun with your yep-yep boxes! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
4/28/10
No Sudden Movements!
No sudden movements.
A rule that could be applied to any problem in life. Whether you are a man that severely pissed off a woman. You're a child that said the complete wrong thing to your mother. You're a boss that has pushed an employee too far. See what I mean?
No sudden movements.
It's been quite a week and I can't put my finger on it if it's a good week or a bad week. It feels a little weird. Like there is some weirdness in the air trying to screw with me.
Sunday: Katie had her soccer game and we came to the decision that she's not having fun anymore on this team. It was a sad realization but one that needed to be noticed. The problem with this is, we either put her on another academy team that is more expensive (which is NEVER affordable) or put her back on the Rec league. Both have their downfalls but most important is Katie needs to start having fun again. Yah, she kicks ass but is she having fun kicking that ass?
Monday: I went to work. I was literally gut-kicked and finally decided to gut-kick back. I said some things, he said some things, I said more things. Basically when I left, they watched a completely different person leave. I'm not the new girl anymore. I'm the the scape goat that you can blame all your problems on anymore. I'm not the type of girl that takes bullshit lying down so let me introduce myself to you properly. Don't. Fuck. With. Me.
Tuesday: I woke up inspired. I've been fighting this idea in my head for a month now on a new manuscript. I have an unfinished one already. I didn't really want to start a new one without finishing the work in progress. Well, forget it. I'm stalling the old and starting the new. Something in my head really wants to express itself. Who am I to hold it back? It was the first day in a long time where I really felt good. Good inside and out. God, I love that feeling. I just want to bottle it and keep it forever. Well then all that went to shit when my pubescent 12 year old decided to slap me across the face with reality. I kind already talked about that yesterday and I really don't want to open that bottle again.
Wednesday: Ah Hump Day. I woke up feeling tired and like I could've slept for another 8 hours. I should've went back to bed after the kids went to school but I didn't because I offered to work a shift for one of the other technicians. Yah, I had no idea what I was walking into after Monday. Well, it wasn't that bad. Seems like Dennis Hopper is aware of the rule, no sudden movements. I walked in, played the role of a nice lil' technician, put the order away, counted all the autofills and at 4pm.....I was GONE! By 4:19pm, I had an ice cold beer in my hand. But something about last night felt off. I just don't know.
Today: Who knows!? The husband took the day off today so I think I'll be nose deep in my laptop working on my new idea. We'll see.
Have you ever just felt an eeriness in the air? Like someone walked over your grave per say? Or a monkey just jumped on your back like a ninja but you couldn't decide if that was a bad thing? I mean, monkeys are cute. Is it really bad to have one on your back? Um.....yah! Cause monkeys shit and there ain't nothing good about a shitting monkey!
The week is almost over and I'm hoping by next week, the eery feeling will be gone. The walker over my grave will be long gone. The shitting monkey will have either become potty trained or died a horrible death of no fault of my own. If the monkey does decide to stay, I plan on calling it Axle.
But until then, I plan on taking my own advice.
No sudden movements. Happy Thursday! Have a nice day.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
A rule that could be applied to any problem in life. Whether you are a man that severely pissed off a woman. You're a child that said the complete wrong thing to your mother. You're a boss that has pushed an employee too far. See what I mean?
No sudden movements.
It's been quite a week and I can't put my finger on it if it's a good week or a bad week. It feels a little weird. Like there is some weirdness in the air trying to screw with me.
Sunday: Katie had her soccer game and we came to the decision that she's not having fun anymore on this team. It was a sad realization but one that needed to be noticed. The problem with this is, we either put her on another academy team that is more expensive (which is NEVER affordable) or put her back on the Rec league. Both have their downfalls but most important is Katie needs to start having fun again. Yah, she kicks ass but is she having fun kicking that ass?
Monday: I went to work. I was literally gut-kicked and finally decided to gut-kick back. I said some things, he said some things, I said more things. Basically when I left, they watched a completely different person leave. I'm not the new girl anymore. I'm the the scape goat that you can blame all your problems on anymore. I'm not the type of girl that takes bullshit lying down so let me introduce myself to you properly. Don't. Fuck. With. Me.
Tuesday: I woke up inspired. I've been fighting this idea in my head for a month now on a new manuscript. I have an unfinished one already. I didn't really want to start a new one without finishing the work in progress. Well, forget it. I'm stalling the old and starting the new. Something in my head really wants to express itself. Who am I to hold it back? It was the first day in a long time where I really felt good. Good inside and out. God, I love that feeling. I just want to bottle it and keep it forever. Well then all that went to shit when my pubescent 12 year old decided to slap me across the face with reality. I kind already talked about that yesterday and I really don't want to open that bottle again.
Wednesday: Ah Hump Day. I woke up feeling tired and like I could've slept for another 8 hours. I should've went back to bed after the kids went to school but I didn't because I offered to work a shift for one of the other technicians. Yah, I had no idea what I was walking into after Monday. Well, it wasn't that bad. Seems like Dennis Hopper is aware of the rule, no sudden movements. I walked in, played the role of a nice lil' technician, put the order away, counted all the autofills and at 4pm.....I was GONE! By 4:19pm, I had an ice cold beer in my hand. But something about last night felt off. I just don't know.
Today: Who knows!? The husband took the day off today so I think I'll be nose deep in my laptop working on my new idea. We'll see.
Have you ever just felt an eeriness in the air? Like someone walked over your grave per say? Or a monkey just jumped on your back like a ninja but you couldn't decide if that was a bad thing? I mean, monkeys are cute. Is it really bad to have one on your back? Um.....yah! Cause monkeys shit and there ain't nothing good about a shitting monkey!
The week is almost over and I'm hoping by next week, the eery feeling will be gone. The walker over my grave will be long gone. The shitting monkey will have either become potty trained or died a horrible death of no fault of my own. If the monkey does decide to stay, I plan on calling it Axle.
But until then, I plan on taking my own advice.
No sudden movements. Happy Thursday! Have a nice day.
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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