Living Wicked

Honest Tuesday’s: I Can Do It! … ?

Feb 8, 2010 Honest Tuesday's, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms

Hello and welcome to Honest Tuesday’s. A place to be honest about shit that you would not or can not normally be honest about to anyone in your “real lives” for one reason or another.

Today mine is involved with some self worth … insecurity issues.

Most of you know that I am an aspiring writer. I have written many a poem and eleventy million blogs where some have had a teeny bit of editorial content to them. My biggest accomplishment was last August when I published my book all by myself.

It took me almost 2 years and the death of a new friend to build up the confidence to do that. It wasn’t perfect enough. What if no one likes it? Blah Blah talkmyselfoutofit Blah. But then I just fucking manned up and did it.

And I am so damn happy that I did.

Especially considering the fact that, after countless publishing companies that I have submitted my work to, one finally said yes. YES! A 365 day contract. 1 year. *grin*

My confession on this Honest Tuesday is that I never really thought that I would ever be published. Just like every day when I go to work I have to self talk my way into believing that I can actually make a successful mark at this new job. Just like I have always just kinda flew under the radar of excellence. Not because I am incapable … but because it has always just been easier to be average.

The let down is much less of one in the long run. Or at least in my experience anyway.

I am sure many of you read my blog before back on the space about my most embarrassing moment. Looking back now at who I was … and who I have grown to be … it wasn’t just an embarrassing moment for me. It was a moment that has essentially defined the last 13 years of my life.

For those of you who aren’t in the know … … in a nutshell … …

I spent my entire youth being the best at what I put my effort toward. Make fun of me all you want to but I was a band geek. I spent years in 1st chair in my wind ensemble and in my free time played in symphonies where I was one of 2 or the only flutist in the organization. I won awards and competitions and played many a solo. I was the best of the best.

So when I made the decision to join the Navy, I wanted to continue my journey as a musician in the Navy band. I was required to compose my own piece. As in write it out full score. Then I was to memorize it and play it in front of the judges at the Naval base in Everett.

So I did. I wrote an amazing piece and practiced my ass off. I knew every fucking note as if it was my second language. The day of the audition, my mom came with me. I was ready. Just like every other God damned solo I had ever played in my life. Just like every other God damned audition I had ever aced. I was calm and collected and confident that I would handle business.

I entered the stage area and was faced with 5 decorated officers in a panel in front of me. (Knowing what I know now about military decorations … they are waaaaaaaay more intimidating than they actually are in real life.) Seeing them and being under the spotlight … shook me. I froze. I forgot my piece. I forgot how to fucking play the instrument that I had been playing for 10 years of my life. Meaning, when they allowed me a chance to play what I had written, the notes swam across the page. No longer was it my second language. It was instead a completely foreign language in some dialect that I had never heard before in my life.

I motherfucking blew it.

The reason I say that it was a defining moment of my last 12 years is because looking back on them, I have never really accomplished excellence. I literally have done exactly what I needed to do to remain successful enough. Not overly anything. I just didn’t give a fuck enough about any of it to really push myself. That, and I would rather expect to blow it than think I was gonna nail it and save myself the heartbreak when I did. I always have found myself questioning my excellence. Questioning my self worth. Questioning whether or not I am good enough.

The fact is, average is not me. Because of one stupid moment of weakness, I have made it me to save face in my own little pity party of waaaaaaaaaaah. When instead, I should have known it to be an everything happens for a reason moment and learned from it. As I have approached and entered my 30’s … I have really been working on practicing what I preach. You know, owning my words as if I were my own reader. Taking this new job has really pushed me to work outside of my element as well. It is unacceptable to be average. It is completely unacceptable to fly under the radar. Furthermore, being successful and striving for excellence is so rewarded and recognized that it is stupid to not want to be a part of it.

Never before have I been surrounded by more motivated and inspiring people, which has allowed me to not get discouraged at all of the “No’s” I have received. There is always a “Yes” following somewhere… you just have to push through all of the “No’s” first to get to it.

So instead of asking myself whether or not I think I can do something … I am working on reminding myself that, when I really put my mind to something … I absolutely with no doubt CAN and WILL do it.

Because that is what awesomeness and excellence and success is all about.

Now it is your turn. Get all HONEST up in this bitch. I promise I won’t judge you.

If you could inherit one extraordinary talent in one of the arts … what would the talent be?
Would you rather have an orgasm every 10 years OR every 10 seconds?

Tags: confidence, esteem, flute, navy, solo, success, symphony

Wicked Disorganized.

Feb 2, 2010 DUH, Etc., Honest Tuesday's, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Wicked Wisdoms

I am so unorganized. But I am not. When it comes to work and school … and blogging … I am overly organized.

At work especially. I am suuuuuuuper organized. I have files and labels and places for everything. My desk stays clean 95% of the time. I cannot function in chaos at work. Same with school. Being that my time is so limited, I really cannot waste any minute on trying to find some shit I need for school.

At home though? Fuck. I could really use some help.

I have bills upon bills upon papers upon random letters and cards and shit that I do not need all over the place. My closet is a hot mess 95% of the time. I swear I go and get it all organized … and the next day it is as if I never even put forth an ounce of effort. My dresser drawers do not have any order what so ever. There are the most random fucking things in every single drawer. I have clothes that I know for a fucking FACT that I will never wear again because they are mostly 200lb clothes and uhm I don’t weigh 200lbs anymore, (YAY) nor will I ever be again because I stay working on my health and fitness. (most of the time anyway.)

Annnnnnnydisorganized…

My linen closet is hilarious. I don’t even know where to begin … and don’t even get me started on the boxes in the coat closet.

I have no idea why this is. I am not the hoarding type, with the exception of paperwork. I am a fucking w e i r d o with a capitol W when it comes to paperwork. Bills, letters, bills, statements, letters, cards, pictures, school shit for me and Xavier… yet there is no system for it. None. Like, if you were to come over and open a random drawer or box, you would find all kinds of shit that was completely unrelated to one another. They might be in a box with like … I dunno … some board games, or VHS movies that I will never watch again but cannot seem to get rid of to save my life.

Fuck. Am I a part-time hoarder? WTF is wrong with me?

No. Nope. Nuuuhuhhh. *shakes head*

I am making a late entry resolution. Not a “New Years Resolution” but more of a life resolution. I am going to take baby steps to get myself organized. First step is to rid myself of shit that I do NOT need. Second? Get a file cabinet with file folders to implement some sort of bill/ppwk filing process in my house. This means that I am going to have to start actually opening them when they come in the mail.

Fuuuuuuck.

I may or may have forgotten to mention that I am notorious for simply tossing a bill that I don’t feel like paying or that I know I cannot afford to pay. Or simply putting it off and saying I will “deal with it later” and then never dealing with shit.

If I am going to ever pay down my debt and fix my credit … I am going to have to stop pretending that my debt isn’t there. Truthfully, I am a great pretender. Not in 2010 though. This is something that I absolutely must do this year and in order to do it, I need to be focused and clear minded and ORGANIZED.

So that is precisely what I will do … tomorrow … heh.

What is your organizational style?
Am I alone with this?

Would you rather … Run your tongue down ten feet of a New York City street or press your tongue into a strangers nostril?

Tags: 2010, bills, debt, disorganized, hoarder, money, organization, resolution

It Started With a Simple Question …

Feb 2, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., I Forgot to Tag, Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Random, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions

… that led to this blog.

Do you ever wonder what other peoples “pee faces” look like? I pee a lot lately, and sometimes I know I make the most ridiculous pee faces ever. Especially when I should have peed like 1 hour prior… so I reeeeeeeeealllyyyy have to pee. It is probably closer to an orgasm face than a pee face.

I am so nosy. I would totally be a fly on the stall wall, observing other people’s pee faces; giggling uncontrollably at them squint, and silently sigh as they finally let it all out.

I don’t want to be a fly on the wall for poo faces. No No No. Grunty faces aren’t interesting to me, especially because the present left after the grunts and groans and poots is stinky. I am not interested in being a part of another woman’s poo funk.

I would also be that proverbial fly on the wall during sex.

All sex. Gay sex, bi-sex, old people sex, group sex…. You wouldn’t really get a true idea of what other people’s sex behaviors are if they knew you were watching.

People fart. Unattractive noises are made sometimes during position change. The moaning is not necessarily as pretty sounding as the little girls on the movies. I would perch my nosy, horny ass on their smoke stained wallpaper and watch them go at it.

I have had people watch D and I have sex… which was weird at first, but now that I think about it…. triple rawwwwrr. Watch me! And while you are at it, touch yourself while you are doing it. Why haven’t you joined in yet? I wanna make you call MY name out.

What?? Too bold??

Porn = a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. These sluts know that a camera is on them, so they absolutely put on a show. That is what they are paid for, right? I am inclined to say that porn doesn’t necessarily turn me off… but it isn’t really what I need to get the mood going. Well, with the exception of more than one girl going at it… and then really, it just makes me more mad than anything—because I really would rather just actually be with more than one girl, rather than watch them have all of the fun.

Wouldn’t you?

Sex makes me curious.

How does sonso give head? What is her secret technique to drive hubby over the edge? Does whatsherface like it in the butt? I wonder if thatonedude likes to really get into eating pussy? Or does he half-ass it? How many times does Ol’girl call out my name when she masturbates? Does she use a toy, or is she fingers only? Would thatonebitch really make out with me, or would she chicken out last minute??

I honestly have had at least one sexual thought about each and every one of you little minxes. I have also pictured myself on top of each and every one of you as well… or were you on top of me???

Anysnatch….

Sometimes, when I masturbate I don’t think about anything. More often than not, I am not me… I am in someone else’s body, with their husband… or with more than one person. Sometimes I am the pleaser… sometimes I just lay there and let my fantasy take over and please me.

I am a toy kind of girl; a no-nonsense, get down to business girl who doesn’t waste anytime sending me to that optimum climax. Sometimes I make myself cum more than once in a session. I have sent myself to that point so many times in one session that I cant even pee or wipe or touch it without a pleasure-filled pain involved.

So yeah. One question in my head led to this blogtastrophe. You are welcome.

Would you rather … Be trapped in an elevator with wet dogs or with three fat men with bad breath?

Tags: masturbate, people, porn, Sex

I am Tired (or) Not too Tired to P-I-M-P.

Jan 20, 2010 I Forgot to Tag

First of all … I wanted to wish D and Carol and Mr. Jacob Good the Happiest of Birthdays.

Or …

Or …

Or even …

And last but not least …

However you like to say it … I wanted to make sure to cover all basis.

And, please go and check out what awesome thing that Lilu is doing for a friend in need. She LovesHarder than anyone I know on the freaking internet other than myself and Numbah1. There is a place to donate some cashola if you are in a place to do so … but if not, well wishes and prayers are always awesome.

Or, you can just click the prettylilbutton:

Speaking of my Numbah1, she has a new column that she writes for. Go show her some love, K!?

I hope you are having a good week so far. I am trying to, but I am off to a rough start.

Got any Jokes? Tell me your best “Yo Mama” joke.

Would you rather: Grow hair everywhere or not grow hair anywhere?

Tags: 50 cent, birthday, love harder, marilyn monroe

A Resolution About Family.

Jan 10, 2010 Family, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Relationships, Wicked Wisdoms

As I have gotten *ahem* … older … I have noticed myself becoming more and more reflective on my life.

Who am I?
What kind of person have I molded myself to be?
What connections have I made?
What connections have I lost over the years?
What does friendship really mean to me?

What does family really mean to me?

The other night I was on FB way too freaking late and my Aunt (my mom’s sister) was online. We have recently reconnected through FB anyway but we hadn’t really chatted. For those of you who don’t know … past my dad’s side of the family (Nana, Papa, Uncles and cousins) and my mom’s mom (who passed away the day Xavier was born) I really have never been close to any of my extended family. The reasons why are not really important, because really … some are silly but some are too serious to put in a blog. Bottom Line: I am kinda “meh” about family.

It is the one way D and I differ. It is also the one way Tarable and I differ.

My parents and my brother get it. I call when I feel like it. If I don’t … they don’t take it personal. I am me whether at a parent present dinner or not. There is no difference in who I am in front of them. Period. I say what I think and if they are offended … well too fucking bad. The coinflip is quite similar. My dad and I butt heads a great deal because of differences of opinion. But I still voice it.

*shrug*

When I married D, I was introduced to what a big family looks like. Meaning, a big family who grew up around each other and have that bond. Where no matter how many years pass from the last time you could just fall back into it like no time has passed.

I never really had that with any of my extended family.

So when I was talking with my Aunt, it was really surreal to see her life in front of me, none of it that I knew about. She has grandbabies. She had 1 other kid that I didn’t even know about. I have cousins that I don’t even know.

So as we were talking, I asked about my grandma’s sister. She and I were so close growing up as a kid. She is sassy and loud and opinionated as all get out. My aunt told me that she lives less than 15 minutes from my house. Really?! I haven’t spoken to or seen her since my grandma passed … and she lives 15 minutes from me?!

Gah.

So I got her phone number and vowed to call her. On Sunday morning, I called her. We talked for an hour and it was really really awesome to hear her voice. We made plans to hang out this next weekend. I am really excited to see her. It is a piece of family that I haven’t had in my life for a decade.

“Reunited and it feeeels so goooood.”

Our conversation had me come to a decision. That is to get to know my family who I have only met once or twice … or even never before. Because they are pieces of me. Because of them I am me and I think it is important to have some idea of who they are. Even if I end up hating their guts which is probably likely because I hate most everyone.

Resolution # 235634 : Know my family.

Have a great week!

Do you have a big extended family?
What does the word “Family” mean to you?

Tags: Family

Whatever Happened to Wednesday: Sex?

Dec 8, 2009 Current Events, I Forgot to Tag, Masturbate-able, Random, Ranteriffic, Sex, bitch

Yep. I went there again. Because really, (yes really) I am wondering what happened to it.

Oh wait. I know! Pick me!

Sex happened to be taken from me like a 17 year old’s virginity on prom night. Or like Tarable when she was a cheerleader in high school with her cheer skirt pulled up over her ass. Mental picture anyone? Apparently, that was a great day for Tara. For me, notsomuch. Because this bitch is still having the skirt pulled over the ass sex and I am in fact not.

Oh Seh Eeh X! Where art thou? My vagina is lonely and neglected. Like, if my vagina was 5, someone would have called VPS by now because I have had zero penile encounters in daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays. If my vagina was 5, it would be hungry (oh wait it is) and crying out for some much need affection (oh wait it is).

By the time VPS discovers my neglected vagina, it will have forgotten how to communicate properly with the outside world and might even need serious counseling and possibly some heavy anti-depressant medication. My vagina may or may not have disowned me at this point as well. It is already giving me the silent treatment. Seriously.

Furthermore, sex may have to commit my vagina to a mental institution because if I have to wait another 34 more days without it … I could possibly be committed with a straight jacket and everything. Like Hannibal Lector. Creepy, right? I know. I am me.

Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck this. The end.

Why do people stress out about things that they cannot control on a daily basis? Do you do this? What do you do to cope with it?
Why do people who want to see my vagina play games like they dont? I mean if you wanna see it, just ask me. Jesus.

What color would you use to describe yourself?

Tags: Sex

TMIThursday: A Vat of … Vomit?

Aug 5, 2009 I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, TMI Thursday's, Yum... or Lack There Of.

Hello my gluttons for TMI Punishment!

You know the drill… I blog about totally inappropriate shit… (sometimes literally) and sometimes, you throw up in your mouth a bit.

If you are interested in participating, reading more train wreck worthy blogs…

Click the pic below and enter the hub of TMI Thursday….

I am going to warn you. This TMIT is fucking nasty. Like, Naaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sty. I am not proud of this, however if I am going balls to the wall with TMIT… No holds barred, right?

Aight. Consider yourself warned:

In the Navy, I was a cook. In the Navy, in order to save money and cut costs… the bootcamp cooks prepped.

If you know me, you know that I do not like mayo (read: I would get shot in the face if the person holding the gun told me that in order to not get shot in the face, I would have to eat mayo) Yeah. It is that serious. Anyway, the mayo didn’t come in pretty little jars like you have in mommy’s fridge. It came in 50 gallon FSA vats.

(cringe)

So one night, after a long day slaving for unappreciative fucking officers in the Officer Mess, I went to our normal hangout spot. (read: a dirty apartment where all of the underagers drank at) As usual, I got completely hammered. The drink of choice back then was Alize (which I would almost rather get shot in the face if I had to drink it again to save my life … a l m o s t). I had been pre-purchased a fifth of that tropical nastiness and a couple of deuces of Mickey’s Ice. Oh bitches I motherfucking went there. Which I finished. Like a (stupid fucking idiot) pro.

Fast forward to 5AM. Drunk, on maaaybe 2 hours of sleep. I stumbled into the galley. On my list of things to prep for the day was tartar sauce. Enough tartar sauce to feed ALL 3 MESS HALLS.

YAY for Fish Friday! SIKE.

So the recipe requires 1 50 gallon vat of mayo, split into 2, sweet pickle relish, garlic powder, onions and a pinch of dill to taste (read: skip that shit because I am not tasting this fucking shit)

/sigh.

So picture me, wasted. Stirring this nasti-ness together. Gagging at each wafting moment. Holding in the vomit. TRYING to keep it together. I was doing a good job until 6AM hit and the air turned on. I was attacked by a facefull of mayo-relish smell, and I fucking lost it. It = the cheeseburger, Mickeys Ice and all of the Alize just marinating in my stomach.

One good heave-ho. Inside the tartar.

“FUCK!” I said to myself. Or maybe it was out loud. I dont remember. I was totally panicking.

My Sr. Chief came whistling his fucking ass around the corner, demanding me to hand over the tartar not 3 minutes after the hurl-event.

What did I do?

“I just need to add a dash of dill… to taste.”

And I did. I was the asshole who served the pukey tartar sauce. I am like a scene straight out of the movie waiting.

Did I feel guilty then? Maybe a little.

Don’t judge me.

Tags: cook, fish friday, navy, tartar sauce, vomit

Starts with the Letter D.

Aug 2, 2009 All Things X, Family, Friendship, I Forgot to Tag, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love

I don’t talk a lot about it.

I honestly prefer to live inside this silly bubble where it doesn’t exist.

Unfortunately though, it does.

Up until I was about 19, I had never had a personal experience with losing someone close to me. In high school, our class lost a fellow student… and I heard through the grapevine of a couple of others as the years have passed… but I didn’t really have a personal connection to any of them… so it wasn’t the same feeling.

When my uncle passed, I had a hard time processing. My grieving process is to just numb up as if I did a dip in a pool of Novocaine. I wore my dress blues to his memorial service. He was a vet too. I thought he would be proud of me to see me in them.

And then my grandmother died. My mom’s mom. She died the day that X was born. I haven’t ever stopped to really grieve her loss. She was sick for so long that I think that it was well past her time. She needed relief from all of the oxygen treatments and medicines that she had to take for her to even had been with us for as long as she was. I really miss her though. I wish I could’ve had the opportunity to say good-bye to her.

When my Papa passed, it broke me. Like, down on one knee, grab my chest broken. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest. He was my hero. I barely remember the service. I just remember thinking that I didn’t even get to talk to him like I had been meaning to. I just wanted to talk to him. It has been almost 6 years since he passed and it still aches to think about it. (or has it been almost 7? Jen help me out here.) Regardless, I miss him every single day.

As cold as it sounds, I was relieved when my Nana passed. She was so heartbroken and sick. We had no idea how bad her Alzheimer’s was until Papa died. When i was growing up, she had this glow around her. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Her laugh was infectious. The last time I saw her, she was dull. Her eyes were not familiar to me. All she wanted was to be with him. And I was so happy when she finally was given that opportunity.

This last year has been odd for me. My best friend has dealt with the loss of 3 people. Each of them were really really close to her. My hurt comes from seeing her broken. I didn’t know the first 2 who passed away. Saturday morning though, we both lost a friend. I met him through her probably a year ago, but just recently had we really hung out outside of the bar setting. He met my kids. They adored him. I immediately loved him. He was this big teddy bear with such a handsome smile, you kinda had no choice but to love him.

He was one of Tara’s best friends. Part of her extended family. He had a daughter. He was surrounded by so much love that it is hard to understand why he was taken away from it at such a young age. He was one of my newest friends. I really enjoyed the fact that he didn’t put up with Tara’s shit … but he did at the same time. This fact played into many fits of uncontrollable laughter.

Seeing Tara broken yesterday … and today … broke my heart. I will miss him too, but it isn’t the same. She is a hot mess of devastated and there isn’t a single word I can say to make her feel better. I don’t know what I am feeling. I don’t know how to feel.

Does length of time knowing someone matter in defining the way losing them affects you?

I don’t know the answer to that. What I do know is that I feel a empty place inside of me. I am not a fan of this feeling. Not even a little bit.

I know that I wish I knew him better. I will miss not having had the opportunity to do that. Or telling him that.

All I could think about yesterday was that I couldn’t imagine losing a best friend. I just kind of expect that they all are gonna just be here. That, I can pick up the phone and call each of them at any time of day and they will pick up and that will be that. Him dying, so unexpectedly and so tragically, reminded me of the fact that we are all not indestructible. No matter how awesome we are, how much love we have surrounding us, when it is our time … it is just that.

I shouldn’t play pretend anymore because it sucks when reality overlaps in my game of eternal life.

With that said, I just want to remind you all that you need to make amends. You need to look at the relationships you have and let them all know you love them. They may make you angry. They may disappoint. The choices that they make could be choices that you don’t agree with. But they are in your life for a reason. Make sure that you let them know that reason. Otherwise, you might not have the opportunity to do so.

If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.
~Author Unknown

Tags: death, dying, Family, Friendship, i love you, i miss you, memory

Weekend Blomit

Aug 1, 2009 I Forgot to Tag, Random

My brother took a big fucking plunge the other day. He packed up his belongings, dropped off the Jeep that I sold him at my house… and hopped on a motherfucking Greyhound. Next stop? California. He is pursuing a career in the entertainment biz, specifically as a stand up comedian.

In my opinion, he is on his way to the top. My brother is hilarious. He is raw and offensive and dry… the only thing he really lacks/ed is life experience. Right now, all by himself, he is on a journey. I am really fucking proud of him.

In other news, my work is now blocking every interesting website in the history of interesting websites. Including but not limited to FaceBook, Lilu, Perez Hilton and YouTube. It is annoying because when we were recruited, sold this job… it was pitched differently. Had I known, I would not have accepted it and I would have kept looking. I have worked in many micromanaging, babysitting, full of shit upper management companies before. I am not interested in this company becoming one of them. But, with big company partnerships being a major factor… it is the nature of the beast to create extra work and treat the lowly minions as if they are brainless idiots.

I get it.

This is why I am spending my free time in school. The only way to move in the field I am in is lateral. That is, unless I am interested in slavery management, which I am fully qualified and capable of being … but to be honest would be a waste of my time and theirs. With any company I decided to go to… not just this one. I have been there done that and I know the $$ spent and invested in future company management. I play the game, but I am not dishonest. It is unfair for me to pretend that I am interested in making a career somewhere that I am not at all interested in.

So you suck it up and collect your paycheck while dealing with the unnecessary bullshit that goes along with it.

It could be worse, right? I could be unemployed.

Also, it was brought to my attention that I was deleted due to my vulgar nature. <-- LOL. Hey! YOU! If you are reading this and you think that I am too vulgar... FUCK YOUR FACE.

I was born vulgar and I will die an old, vulgar ... crass fucking bitty.

So there.

Today was Goodwill day. Henrysan, Desi, Tarable and I loaded up into the Camry... wine in hand (thanks Tarable) and headed down to the Mecca of Seattle Goodwill's. It was hot, smelled like an asshole and was full of old cunts who didn't feel like moving. At all. But it was red tag 50% off day and buy 2 shoes get 1 free day ... so you gotta do what you gotta do.

I found Henrysan found me 3 pretty pretty pairs of pumps. All in great condition. Pair them with a cute Isaac Mizrahi plaid jacket… Done and Done. That was one of 2 stops. We went from there to Thai Ginger where we split some yummy food/bad service. Mm. I havent had pad thai in fuckingforeverandaday. From there it was Goodwill numero dos where I found the matching shoes to the perfectest dress that Tarable will wear tomorrow. What is tomorrow? I will never tell.

*winkbigdatewink*

I also found 3 skirts and a kick ass pair of trouser pants. That fit. WOO. Not only that but Charli has 2 new shirts and 2 new pairs of shoes. X has a new Mariners jersey and a pair of jeans.

Total cost? Less than $80. Gotta love a good deal. Even more than that, you gotta love retail therapy that doesn’t break the bank.

Anyway, I don’t really have much else. (I am lying. I do but it is a whole blogs worth.) I hope that you are enjoying your weekend.

How are you?

Hot About It.

Jul 16, 2009 All Things X, Current Events, Family, I Forgot to Tag, Parenting

As many of you know from my previous parenting blogs … and even with life in general. I am a realist.

“If you do the crime, you gotta do the time.”

“An eye for an eye.”

Yeah. I believe in the death penalty. I believe that if you choose to take another human beings life, yours should be taken. Some people think that this is an escape from the punishment … to be killed … but I think that the worse punishment is the one served after you are already dead. Furthermore, I believe that life sentences for murderers are a waste of fucking hard earned tax dollars.

Anyway. If you are sitting there in front of my blog scratching your head and wondering what in the hell I am rambling about…