Nothing beats a lazy day around the house. I decided to just kick back on the couch and watch a movie. I watched Twilight. I have never read any of the books, but the movie was really good. It’s one of those love stories that you wished your life was like. I loved it. Now I think I’m going to read the books.
It’s been raining off and on all day and I just haven’t felt like doing much. The other night I got this horrible cramp in my neck and it was twitching like I was on crack or something. It’s been pretty darn sore and today it’s been at it’s worse.
I got a text from the girls earlier today. They are taking the SAT’s and all that good testing stuff this week. Tomorrow school is letting out early because one of the teachers passed away. I’m not certain if she was still teaching, but she had taught at that school for a very long time.
Well I think I’m going to wander around the net for a few and maybe go resume my position back on the couch. I may even grab a nap in there somewhere.
Vanished
The Tooth Fairy. Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. Those three have been a staple in our house for years. I remember the day vividly when I told Jelly Bean and Wild Child they did not exist. With Shorty, the legends have seem to hold on for as long as they can. She’s the baby and I wanted to keep some shred of innocence in her life. Then her father opened his big mouth.
Earlier today I was sitting at my computer really not paying attention to what was going on. I heard him tell Shorty to come sit down. They were talking about money and she was happy that the Tooth Fairy had brought her a dollar the other night. Anyways, I hear him tell her to sit down. Not thinking much of it, I kinda skipped out on whatever conversation they were about to engage in. Then out of no where I hear him say “You’re almost 8 years old and you should know the Tooth Fairy isn’t real”. I spun around like Linda Blair in the Exorcist.
I sat there with my jaw in my lap. Shorty just looks and says, ” I knew it was you guys all along”. I’m thinking what the hell. Apparently “The Tooth Fairy” has been caught on one or more occasions retrieving the tooth from out from under her pillow. I was still kinda stunned. I mean yeah she’s almost 8 years old, but now what’s left. I ask her does she have any other questions and she asked me if I was Santa too. Now I have always said if they are old enough to ask, they are old enough for the truth. So as reluctantly as I could, I said yes. It was like someone had stuck a pin to a balloon. I deflated. Now I have no excuses to run her to bed early on Christmas Eve. No more cute photos with her sitting in a random strangers lap dressed as Santa at the mall.
It vanished today. Something I was holding on to. My baby staying a baby. I do not have any more kids to fib to about old Saint Nick. Or any more kids to lie about why the Tooth Fairy forgot to come (my favorite is she couldn’t fly in the rain). Now I have to look forward to the birds and the bees and Aunt Flo. Maybe I can spruce up Aunt Flo to be a bad fairy that visits once a month. Who knows. But today I lost my baby. She’s a big kid now who knows I’m the Tooth Fairy and Santa. Thanks to her father.
I have seen the 100 things about me all over the internet, I decided I would
jump in and give it a go. I done one a long time ago, but it must have been
on my other blog. Anyways here goes.
1. I’m 33 years old.
2. I have been married for 15 years.
3. We have been together 16 1/2 years.
4. I left home when I was 16.
5. I used to write meaningful poetry.
6. I’m nosy. I listen to the police scanner to catch up.
7. I’m a weather freak. Love a good storm.
8. I have a tremendous fear of spiders. Snakes, I’m ok with.
9. I have three girls. Wanted a boy, didn’t work out so well.
10. I have a strong dislike for teenagers. Try living with them and you will
understand.
11. I’m addicted to Java Monster Energy drinks. I drink at least 1 a day.
12. I have been on the ‘net since 1998.
13. I started my first blog in 2006 and accidently deleted it.
14. Buttercups (daffodils) are my favorite flower.
15. I love spelling.
16. Back in school, I only had one paddling. Scared the crap out of me.
17. I have a fear of people.
18. I also have a fear of bridges.
19. I love cartoons (except Spongebob)
20. I still watch the Smurfs.
21. I have an addiction to chocolate.
22. I do not fear dying itself, I just don’t wanna leave.
23. I’m an avid reader.
24. I don’t like bread. Never have, never will.
25. I’m a very slow eater.
26. I love 80’s music.
27. I’m hungry right now.
28. I have more friends online than in real life. I don’t like the people here.
29. My birthday is in December. I hate that too.
30. Twitter is my newest addiction.
31. You will always see me in a sweat shirt. Even in the summer. If the sun isn’t
shining I’m cold.
32. I hate the interstate and try to avoid it at all cost.
33. I bought a lottery ticket for a month. Saturdays drawing, I had 2 numbers.
34. I hate having my kids home through the day but miss them when they are gone.
35. I’m sleepy right now.
36. Still hungry.
37. I love gourmet coffee. My favorite is from the mall. I always get a White
Knight Mocha decaf with whip cream. Yummy.
38. I love seafood, but can’t have it anymore.
39. Once on a vacation in Florida, a 4 foot shark swam in front of me.
40. I named him O’neal.
41. I want to go to New York to see a Broadway play.
42. Without hubby, he would complain or snore the whole time.
43. I want to take a cruise also, but again without hubby. He’s afraid the boat
will sink like the Titanic did.
44. My hand hurts from all this typing.
45. I have hazel eyes.
46. My hair color (from birth) is dark brown.
47. It also has a huge gray streak down the middle.
48. I won’t let anyone else mow the yard. It has to be done just right or it’s
not done right.
49. Everyone says I’m the Martha Stewart of towels. Tri fold or they get redone.
50. Half way done!!
51. I want a miniature goat.
52. My mother left us when I was 11. I had to assume the roll of mother to my siblings.
It was hard. I had always taken care of them, but then it was ’round the clock.
53. I have tried to commit suicide several times. Just too chicken to finish.
54. I’m down to earth.
55. I love historical places but hate reading about history.
56. I want bigger boobs.. I want stripper boobies. But too afraid of the pain of
surgery.
57. I hate shaving my legs. I rarely do it in the winter.
58. My two favorite features of myself are my hands (long fingers) and my eyes.
59. I love to fish, but hate touching the worm. I squirm at the worm.
60. My mother abandoned me on my Great Aunt’s doorstep when I was a month old.
61. One of my best friends was shot and killed right before Wild Child was born.
I did not attend his funeral. He came to me in a dream and told me he was okay.
62. I miss him.
63. A fear of becoming my mother consumes me at times. I’m slowly getting over it.
I’m not her, never will be.
64. She’s crazy.
65. I have not spoken to my father in 14 years. His loss.
66. When I was little, our neighbors house caught fire. I cried for two reasons. 1. My
Barbies were in their house and 2. the fire was melting the snow.
67. Back in highschool, I used to call a girl Coke Bottle. She admitted to having
sex with a coke bottle in lunch. I still sing Long Neck Bottle whenever I see her.
68. I miss high school.
69. I need a nap.
70. I should be getting ready to take Shorty to the Dentist.
71. I’m putting it off as long as I can.
72. I am obsessed with getting the mail. As soon as I hear the mail lady, I’m out
the door to check it.
73. I wished more people commented on my blog. Comments make me happy.
74. I wished I could move.
75. I want a tattoo of three butterflies, but too chicken.
76. Jelly Bean and I almost drown in a swimming pool.
77. If I go to get breakfast from Jack’s, I get a sausage with cheese and take the
biscuit off.
78. I took 4 years of Home Ec in school.
79. The anniversary of my Step Fathers death just passed. I miss him so much. He was
the best father a girl could ask for.
80. I have 5 step brothers and sisters.. don’t like any of them.
81. My first kiss was in an abandoned house with the neighbor. Whitney Houston’s I
Wanna Dance with Somebody was playing.
82. I don’t wear makeup or jewelry often. Just don’t see the point.
83. I wanted to be a blonde at one time. The biggest mistake I have made.
84. I have an arrowhead shaped birthmark on my leg.
85. I’m jealous that my 14 year old can draw and I can’t. One time I had to take an
art class. The assignment was draw a whale. The teacher made all sorts of fun of
my whale.. said it looked like a goldfish.. It did.
86. I have seen more in my life at 33 than most do in a lifetime.
87. I miss my kids being babies.
88. I’m almost done with this project.
89. My shoulders are uneven. My right side is 1 1/2 inches lower than the left side.
90. My neck doesn’t curve. It’s straight as a board.. explains why at times I can’t
hold my own head up.
91. I’m very accident prone.
92. I love my family with every fiber of my being.
93. I cherish my friends with every fiber of my being.
94. I once had a dream of a tornado coming through a motel I was in. It sucked all
the chocolates out of a Valentine’s box.
95. Am I boring you? I’m boring myself.
96. As a kid, all the neighborhood kids would come to my house to play hide and go
seek in the dark. Those were always the longest games. Now I know why, they were making
out. We had the most land to “hide” on.
97. My current favorite song is by T.I. and Justin Timberlake.. Dead and Gone
98. I think some of the people on Disney Channel are pervs.
99. I hope you are still reading this.
100. I made it through this. Aren’t you proud of me.
I suffer from CRS
Good Clean Humor
I have prepared myself to let Jelly Bean test her wings.. just a little. I have decided to let her go to church with her best friend this afternoon. This will be the first time she’s done any socializing with her friends without me being present. I think it’s time. She’s been very mature and responsible for a while now.
But on the other hand, I have a pissed off 12 year old. Do I care? Nope. It’s high time she learn that they are not joined at the hips. Wild Child also needs to learn that life is not fair. She expects me to let her do whatever Jelly Bean is doing. When they were younger, yes I did make them go places together, that’s the only way they could go. But now it’s time they cut the cords and start living their own separate lives. And I honestly feel that Wild Child is not even remotely close to being mature enough to go anywhere. Therefore, we are encountering a melt down in the back room.
I’m totally ignoring it.
I would probably consider her doing something with one of her friends if she didn’t throw hissy fits when she didn’t get her way. She’s disrespectful. She’s rude. She argues day and night with Shorty who is 7. So by the end of the day, I may have a 12 year old up for sale on Ebay or Craigslist.
Dinner and a show. It really makes for a fun night. Tonight, we got the best of both. No one had to dress up. There were no programs to be read. But it was pure comedy at it’s finest.
We decided to make a KFC run. I was just too tired to cook and since Shorty has food allergies, all we eat is chicken. I decided to let someone else cook for me tonight. Anyways, I pull up, place our order. I drove around to the window and handed the girl the money. She started complaining about having to count the money.
While she was fussing, I was fussing at her fussing (did that make you dizzy?). I’m sorry but I have worked in the industry, you keep the customer happy. Don’t bitch while doing your job.. do it go home and bitch. Anyways, hateful guts came to the window and asked me to pull around because they didn’t have the snackers ready. So I pull all the way around to the front of the building. I figured grouchy guts needed some fresh air.
So we sat there and sat there. A nice guy came and was locking the doors and yell across the parking lot our order was almost ready.. I said okay and he left. About 10 minutes later, he comes strolling towards us with our food and we knew what was about to happen… BAM. He ran into the door. Now he had just locked that same door not 10 minutes earlier. I had the window rolled down, so I’m pretty sure he heard five people laugh hysterically at him. Then he apologizes for our wait and I asked him (in a joking manner since he just hit the door with his face) if they had to catch that chicken.
We decided to let the girls eat on the way home (that way I could make them go to bed early.. finally peace and quiet). Jelly Bean’s fries are missing. Oh hell. So I back up, pull around the parking lot. I pass a couple sitting at the intercom. Didn’t care. I pull up to the window and I could see it in her eyes.. Oh no what do they want now kinda look. I didn’t care. She strolls over and ask if there’s a problem, I tell her yep you left out her fries. She wanders aimlessly towards the back ( I think she was twiddling her thumbs). She comes back to the window empty handed only to tell me that they had already shut the fryers off and it would take forever for it to heat back up. She ask Jelly Bean if she want a substitute.
Now as I’m sitting here, I’m watching a guy in the back MAKE SOME DAMN FRIES. Miss Thang comes back to the window with her snacker opens the window and says “Have a nice night”. I am going to call in the morning and complain to the manager for us waiting in the parking lot for almost 20 minutes for 5 snackers and for their employees rude behavior.
It wasn’t broadway, but it sure was fun.
I <3 Mojo Mama
I’m not a culinary genius. I cook, but it has to be fast and easy. I do not own shelves of spices or have an herb garden. I’m just too lazy. But I do enjoy good flavorful food. Several months ago my good friend Jilly Bean sent me this seasoning stuff called Mojo. Never in my life had I heard of the stuff. But it’s became a staple in our house.
I had never seen it locally in any of our grocery stores. Then one day I found it in our Publix. I was giddy as a schoolgirl because they had different flavors than what Jilly Bean sent me. I decided to pick up the Mojo Mama Blackened Dry Mojo. Oh. My. Goodness. That is the best thing I have ever placed on fish. I had some Tilapia in the freezer. I sprinkled some of Mama’s goodness on the top and baked it in the oven, served over rice. It’s amazing.
The Blackened Dry Mojo has all Natural ingredients include: Salt, Dehyrdated Garlic, Citric Acid, Paprika, Spices, Dehydrated Onion, Black Pepper, Red Pepper, White Pepper, Natural Lime and Orange Flavors & Extractives of Paprika (Soybean Oil, Paprika Extractives). It’s not hot, but has this little bit of a twang that will pucker up your lips if you use too much. So far I have used it on fish, I have used it to make ground chicken sandwiches. The possibilities are endless. It’s a great way to spice up any plain ordinary food.
So if you are looking for a way to kick up your plain Jane fish or sassy up your chicken, try any of the Mojo products from Konriko. So far with the two I have, I have not been disappointed. Bon appetit.
Last night, my daughter asked me to drive. I just laughed at her. There’s no way in hell I’m climbing in a vehicle with her. It’s not that I don’t trust her, I don’t trust myself. I’m a leader in our little world and with someone else behind the wheel, I’m out of control. Plus the thought of my daughter being almost old enough to drive freaks me out.
I used to view age as just a number. Now I realize it’s a reality. Not only do I watch my kids age every day, I see it in myself. I try to trick myself into believing I’m still capable of activities I done at 15. My brain knows it, but forcing my body to accept it is another situation. I try to force that inner child to stay put, to never leave me.
I have attempted to prove myself to my children by turning cartwheels in the front yard. Only to have to hobble into the house for an icepack. I race them only to need medical attention afterward. When will I ever learn? Probably never. I think in a way I suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome. I never wanna grow up.
And now I see my girls growing up. That’s a shocker to my system. I don’t want them driving or dating. I want them playing dolls and eating spot dogs (a hot dog spotted with mustard and ketchup). I want them to sing Ring Around the Rosie and giggle when they all fall down. I want them to make bodily noises and think it’s the funniest thing in the world. I don’t want them growing up. I don’t want them to not need me.. but it’s life.
I fear the day they leave home. Sure they will always need their Momma, but not at the capacity they do now. I have threatened to go where ever they go. LOL. Yes I’m aware I have some separation issues. I blame my parents for that.
So as I deal with all the issues with growing up, I look in the mirror and stare blankly at that big fat gray streak in the center of my head. I will recite to myself over and over that age is just a number, but growing up is a part of life. Now instead of kissing boo boo’s I will kiss away the breakups and hard lessons life will bring. Instead of fixing telling bedtime stories I will talk about boys and all that good crap. For myself, I will learn that I’m not 15 and can no longer do a handstand without inflicting bodily injury. I will only run in an emergency. And just maybe with enough medication, I can sit in the passenger seat while my girls learn to drive.
Look Whose Talkin’