A Blog That Makes Zero Sense
Oct 11, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Etc., Family, Friday Eye Candy, Parenting, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
So much has happened in the past 4 weeks that I don’t even know where to begin.
Yeah, I have blogged. But really the events … the day-to-day have had to be pushed off because I don’t even know what to say about them. I am on a dead run. A different kind of dead run than I was before with school and the old POE. With the old POE, I didn’t do a mufuckin thing for 8 hours. So, what does that mean? Yep. I blogged my Wicked little ass off. I networked and made new friends in the blogosphere. I co-piloted this kick ass website with a kick ass bitch I like to refer to as my Numbah 1.
Now, I actually work. Like, from the minute I get there to the minute I leave and sometimes after. Not that it is a bad thing necessarily … but I miss all of the connections that I have made. I have to figure out how to find balance. Like, it is necessary. It is that or I submit and stop blogging all together. Who wants a blogger who doesn’t comment back to the thoughts the commenter shares on said blog? Not me. Not you. It is rude. I am not rude. Well, I am not rude to people who I like. Usually. Shutup.
I have been having the most random dreams lately.
The other night I had a dream that D had fake tits and I kept motorboating them while giving him a hand job.
A few nights before that I had a dream about a couple of old friends. Friends who are no longer friends. Call it a sore spot or whatever, but regardless they appeared in my dream to reconcile. I don’t really know how I feel about that dream.
Last night I had a dream that I had a pet monkey. It had red lipstick on and kissed me all over my face, leaving red monkey lip prints all over me. Ick. I don’t like monkey kisses.
I think the monkey kissing my face dream was directly caused by my bright idea to mix whiskey in with my nighttime theraflu. I hate them both so I have no idea how I thought that mixing them together would be a good idea.
Also, I pretty much want to fuck every cock that has a pulse right now. What in the fuck is up with that? Is it my *ahem* 30 pound weight loss? Is it that I am 30? Oooh. I didn’t even put the 30 and 30 together. Hmmmm… Maybe my new lucky number is 30. Not 22. Either way, I want to fuck all walks of cock in the world. Not that I will or anything, but I am just saying. I am like an animal. WTF is that about? D knows all about it too. It is no secret. Does he feel threatened? He better not. I only have wet vagina for my man.
For the most part.
Also, I miss the shit out of my kids. More than anyone else that I could possibly miss in the history of missing people. They are so cool. The coolest kids ever. They are so understanding and awesome about all of the crazy dysfunction that happens in our lives. Unmentionable dysfunction. The kind that is acceptable for me to accept but not acceptable for others to accept if that makes sense. (Pull your panties out. I am not talking about any kind of CPS worthy situations. Jesus.) Anyway, my kids get it and I am so excited to get to know them more as they get older.
Xavier is my little skater. He practices his ass off every day to perfect that grind or whatever the fuck the slang is that he uses for skate moves. He eats, breathes, sleeps skateboarding. I love it. He is also a fucking argumentative little shit.
Charli counts to 13. She is 2 and she counts to 13. She talks so great, and is so determined. I swear she is more and more like me every single day. It is fucking scary.
I am such a mom. I get all teary and shit when I think about my kids and how they were born with the awesome gene like I was. I really cannot wait til they are adults. I mean, I am savoring the ages that they are and am excited about the ages they will eventually get to … but I want to travel with them as adults. I want to really know my kids. Whether they hate me or not. Love me or not. I just want to know them.
Lastly, I know I owe you a Friday Eye Candy/YGWM blog. Friday was fucking insanity and I was literally unable to write it. I pinkie swear that it will never happen again. K?
To make it up to you, I have a special treat. A Monday hottie spread like no other. How would you like to be rescued from a burning building by any one or group of these sexy heroes???
You are welcome. Happy Monday!
Name one song that, when you hear it, no matter how hard you try, you can’t get out of your head.
If you could pick only 5 words to describe your life, what would they be?
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Stuff and Things and Uhaul
Sep 27, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Etc., Family, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
Happy Monday! How’s the world through your peepers? Mine’s busy. Busy and exhausting.
Is it possible for exhausting to be a good thing? Because it feels good to come home and be completely exhausted but happy that I am. Kind-of like when I was doing school and work. Which leads me to my thought of being grateful that I was unable to take classes this fall quarter. I don’t know that it would have been the best decision. This way, I will be 4 months into my job and used to the change.
I cannot wait to get back to school though. Learning is such a high for me. I love coming home and sharing newly learned stuff with my family.
The hardest thing about this new change is Charli’s reaction to it. She is not okay with it, and makes every effort to let me know exactly how god damn mad she is when I leave for work each day. *sigh* It makes for a rough start to the work day when there is a 2 year old knock-down-drag-out in the driveway.
This complete disgust from my 2 year old has affected e v e r y t h i n g and e v e r y o n e. She does not let me leave her sight for any reason. I am not kidding. Like on Wednesday, when I just needed 5 more fucking minutes in my warm bed under my warm blanket … this child sat her 2 year old brown behind on the floor in front of my bedroom door and screamed until I came out. As soon as I hit the door she stopped crying. Then, as if that was not bad enough 1) before coffee and 2) before motherfucking coffee, she sat in the bathroom on the floor waiting for me to get out of the shower. If I closed the curtain, she freaked the fuck out.
Gah. I get it. I do. I miss her so much. We just need to fucking get past this point. Or I might freak the hell out.
It is tough missing the bedtime stories 5 days a week, and that I am only really able to have a conversation with my 9 year old first thing in the morning Monday-Thursday. You kinda take advantage of those little things that seem so minuscule.
I know that eventually we will all fall back into it, and eventually I will get used to it and eventually it wont pull on my mommy heart strings as bad as it has for the past almost 2 weeks.
The other day while I was sitting in traffic behind this U-haul truck I started rambling shit off in my head like I normally do when I am sitting in traffic. I started to think about the importance of U-haul’s.
Have you ever had to use one? I have many times. Some have been new beginnings. Some have been horrible endings. Mostly they have been the end of something that needed to end. My point is that U-haul is more significant than you might think it is. Think about how many you have seen in the past year. The past 5 years. Each one of those trucks had someone’s entire life packed into it, moving it on to a new beginning or a fresh start.
U-hauls have seen it all.
Divorces, marriages, new arrivals … the losses of loved ones. You walk into that smelly garage and drop $19.95 plus fuel and it saves your fucking life. Yes. I am going there. U-haul potentially saves your life from one fucking tragedy to the next.
I say that U-haul’s are completely under appreciated. They are the doormats of those in transition. No one ever tells a U-haul thank you for putting on its bright orange cape and saving it from the life ass whooping of the century. U-haul is an unsung hero.
You can laugh if you want to at my tribute to the Orange and White truck but the next time you are sitting behind/next to/beside one, you will be reminded of this blog and a time when U-haul saved you from that life ass-whooping.
If you had an imaginary friend, what would you name it and what would it’s special power be?
If you had an alter ego, what would it be, or better asked … WHO would your alter ego be?
