Tuesday started off well enough. All four of the girls were off at school and I had a couple of hours to myself. I didn't do anything exciting. In fact, I can't even recall what I did Tuesday morning. I do recall the early afternoon, I turned off my cellphone and took a nap. When I woke, I began to prepare dinner.
At 3:35pm, I stood by the stove, cutting up some veggies to put in with my roast, the phone began to ring. Scott was looking all over for the phone and I stood there wondering why my house phones constantly disappear. Finally, he found a phone, answered and handed it to me. It was my dear friend Jennifer and she was obviously upset and crying. The only thing she said, "Can you come over?" In my panicked state, I told her, "Let me put this roast in the oven and I will be over.". In hindsight, what a stupid thing to say! The truth is, I didn't put the roast in because all I could think about was getting to Jennifer. I grabbed my shoes, put them on while yelling to Scott, "Just follow the directions on the spice package!" and out the door I went. In my heart I knew it was something with her Dad. The whole way there, I hoped and prayed that it was something else, anything else but her Dad.
You see, Jennifer's Dad was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's Disease two years ago this coming March. If you don't know what Lou Gehrig's Disease is, look it up. There is no effective treatment, medication or a cure. It is a horrible disease that ravages ones body while leaving their mind perfectly intact. Also, Jennifer's parents were in Florida on a two week vacation and she was to fly down Wednesday morning to help her Mom drive back home.
When I walked in, I knew immediately that my suspicions were correct and I was pissed that I was right. It was her Dad. He had taken a turn for the worse that morning. Her Mom took him to the hospital and he was diagnosed with pneumonia. Since David was adamant about not being on a ventilator, they called in Hospice. Jennifer had changed her flight in order to get there that evening.
My job was friendship (and might I add, Webster's definition of friendship sucks!). Let me just say before I go any further, I am not boasting at all about my actions. My friends mean the world to me! I will do anything and everything I can to help and protect them if they need me to. It's just that simple. Funny thing is, I have know Jennifer since I was five years old. We were best friends until she moved away when we were in middle school. It was a horrible tragedy in my little brain as I didn't know how tough life can be. Luckily, Jennifer introduced me to Michelle before she left. Time passed and then Jennifer came back into my life a little over a year ago. But now I am getting off track, it's been a rough week so you'll have to forgive me. The bottom line is, I went to Jennifer's and tried to provide some comfort for her. The truth is, I did try my best but I feel like I fell short. I am not sure how anyone could feel like they made a difference when you know your friend is losing someone that means the world to them and you are a helpless to make it better.
I stayed with her until it was time to catch her flight. At first she just wanted me to drop and go but they had called and said her flight was delayed. This meant that she wouldn't make her connection and then she would not get to Florida that night. It would be over my dead body that my girl wouldn't make it that night! When we got to the ticket counter, I explained the situation and they said, "We don't show that flight to be delayed". They were very helpful and kind, moving Jennifer to the front of both planes. After everything was situated, I walked her as far as I was permitted to go. (Oh I wanna give a shout out to the terrorist who made it impossible for someone to wait with their loved ones till their plane departs). I walked away wishing I could hold her hand the entire way there. I cried the majority of the way home and couldn't sleep until she let me know that she had made it to her destination.
The next morning she sent me a text telling me that it wasn't good. My heart sank and the tears came easily. In search of my own comfort, I called my sister to see if she wanted to have lunch. She agreed and I made my way to pick up Olivia from school. I got to the school and went to wait for them to release the kindergartners one by one. This particular day they were doing a fire drill and then releasing. As I stood there waiting a man came up to me and the conversation went like this:
(him) Are you a police officer?
(me) No
(him) Oh so your husband is the police officer?
(me) Yes
(him) I can't believe you threw your cigarette butt out of your car window! That is littering, Shame on you!
*surveying my surroundings and realize the kids are out in their line*
(me) SERIOUSLY? You are really lecturing me?
(him) I sure am!
Now at this point, I really wanted to tell him what I would really like to do with my cigarette butt but I had to think of the children. Not to mention, I was having a very emotional day! He should be thanking his lucky stars right now that I didn't completely unload on his dumb ass. Anyway, my sister and I had lunch at Walmart because we are broke and they have a Subway. After we ate, we each got some things that we needed and I took her back to work. I felt a little better.
Around 2:35pm I got a text from Jennifer telling me it wouldn't be much longer. It was at this point that I began to cry. Then 15 minutes later, the text said, "Dad is at peace", I wanted nothing more than to be able to hug her and tell her it would be okay. Instead, I sat and wept for their loss and spent the rest of the evening somberly laying on the couch. Jennifer and her Mom flew home later that evening and truth be told, I was glad they were back.
I am going to stop here for now because it has taken me over two hours to write this much!
To be continued.....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Bitch Of Living
Yes, the bitch of living - Life! My title is a song from what turns out to be a very depressing musical. I have loved the music since the moment my sister introduced it to me. However, I had never seen the actual production. This was until my God Daughter, sent me a YouTube link to a boot leg video. WOW! I never realized how intense and sad it all was. The song title seems appropriate for how things have been going lately but the song is actually about teenage angst.
Once upon a Friday night, when I would have preferred to be out, my personal boojay (pronounced: "boo"-"jaa") advisor came over to put her excel spreadshit sheet formula on my computer. She got it up and running and then I had to face reality. One by one we went through the debt that floods my "To Pay" folder. *Not to be confused with a man's fake hair piece.* What I learned, there is no money in my "boojay" for anything. In fact, there isn't even enough money to pay my bills. My advisor said, "How are you doing this every month?". Truth? I have no fricken' clue! I can tell you this, I was keeping the boat afloat until the ole handy dandy renters decided to run us into an iceberg. Now we can barely make it paycheck to paycheck. Shortly after this counseling session was over, my financial advisor turned back into my dear friend and we promptly went to have a drink - which I might add, was not in the boojay! However, I felt it important to calm my nerves down with the help of my other good friend, Captain Morgan.
The next evening, I invited another friend over. She declined due to lack of funding or what my posse and I refer to as an "Economic Crisis". These times are simply depressing. Now I was stuck at home; lonely, depressed and broke! *sigh*
Fast forward to last Thursday, I got up and decided I needed to make a list of bills that HAD to be paid on Friday. I made the list and realized that there was no way that Scott's paycheck would cover all of them. This list stressed me out and I needed to escape this reality. I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to have a meeting with my good buddy "Morgan" so instead I insisted that Scott take me out to dinner. In the boojay?? Not only hell no but hell to the no! However, in the interest of sanity, he took me out. On the way home from dinner I got a text from Tammy telling me she would come visit me the next day due to my depressed state. My reply, "I was thinking of escaping to you!" And so I did.
I arrived at The Smith Inn a couple hours later. It was a good escape from reality. Tammy and I stayed up till four in the morning, listening to music (our favorite past time), talking about our woes and enjoying one another's company. The next morning I took a long hot bath in her claw foot tub, she made me eggs, bacon and toast. I give The Smith Inn a five star rating! Problem is, I had to go home at some point.
When I finally arrived back home, I had to face reality. Reality bites people! I don't even remember what that movie was about but it should have been about my crappy financial state. Blockbuster! Turns out, there was about $1000 worth of bills that I couldn't pay. (Did I mention that I love my x-renters?) There was a solution but Scott wouldn't hear of it. His remarkable and earth-shattering advice, pay the essentials...house, car & insurance and utilities and then whatever else you can. Really? I never thought of that! Love you honey....thanks so much for that helpful tip. I was thinking of paying to have an addition built on the house! EEERRRRR
After all the bills I could pay were paid, I had a little nervous breakdown in my car - good for the spirit I think. I spent the next couple days depressed on the couch. Confession, I really didn't spend all my time on the couch. I spent some time driving the kids to different destinations and when I was home and able, I was on the couch.
Sunday, I was down to only Sarah. Olivia was with my parents and Emma and Abigail had gone with Scott's Mom for the night and next day. It was sorta peaceful around here with only one kid to manage. Finally Monday rolled around and I was forced to hang wallpaper at our rental.
A word of advice, if you buy wallpaper (which turns out to be next to impossible in 2011) make sure it is pre-pasted. I had to order wallpaper thru Lowes because every wallpaper establishment this side of the Mississippi has gone out of business. I could have sworn that the back of the swatch said pre-pasted. I was wrong! I opened the wallpaper and was ready to get started when I looked down and thought to myself, "Hmmm, the back of this looks odd" then the directions fell out of the packaging. Oh it was odd all right!
"Prepare wall by first applying sizing to the area you plan to wallpaper" (uh huh, uh huh) "Then using a paint brush or roller coat the back of wallpaper with a quality paste before hanging" (What? Paint or roll back of wallpaper with paste? Why would I do that?)
Off I went to Lowes to buy wallpaper paste. I do not recommend using wallpaper that requires you to paste the back. In fact, I don't really recommend wallpapering at all. It is truly a nightmare. If you think that was bad, you'll love this! I got three full strips up and realized the double roll would not be enough. Back to Lowes to order more wallpaper.....Seriously bitter at ex-renters! None of this is my boooojay!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Once upon a Friday night, when I would have preferred to be out, my personal boojay (pronounced: "boo"-"jaa") advisor came over to put her excel spread
The next evening, I invited another friend over. She declined due to lack of funding or what my posse and I refer to as an "Economic Crisis". These times are simply depressing. Now I was stuck at home; lonely, depressed and broke! *sigh*
Fast forward to last Thursday, I got up and decided I needed to make a list of bills that HAD to be paid on Friday. I made the list and realized that there was no way that Scott's paycheck would cover all of them. This list stressed me out and I needed to escape this reality. I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to have a meeting with my good buddy "Morgan" so instead I insisted that Scott take me out to dinner. In the boojay?? Not only hell no but hell to the no! However, in the interest of sanity, he took me out. On the way home from dinner I got a text from Tammy telling me she would come visit me the next day due to my depressed state. My reply, "I was thinking of escaping to you!" And so I did.
I arrived at The Smith Inn a couple hours later. It was a good escape from reality. Tammy and I stayed up till four in the morning, listening to music (our favorite past time), talking about our woes and enjoying one another's company. The next morning I took a long hot bath in her claw foot tub, she made me eggs, bacon and toast. I give The Smith Inn a five star rating! Problem is, I had to go home at some point.
When I finally arrived back home, I had to face reality. Reality bites people! I don't even remember what that movie was about but it should have been about my crappy financial state. Blockbuster! Turns out, there was about $1000 worth of bills that I couldn't pay. (Did I mention that I love my x-renters?) There was a solution but Scott wouldn't hear of it. His remarkable and earth-shattering advice, pay the essentials...house, car & insurance and utilities and then whatever else you can. Really? I never thought of that! Love you honey....thanks so much for that helpful tip. I was thinking of paying to have an addition built on the house! EEERRRRR
After all the bills I could pay were paid, I had a little nervous breakdown in my car - good for the spirit I think. I spent the next couple days depressed on the couch. Confession, I really didn't spend all my time on the couch. I spent some time driving the kids to different destinations and when I was home and able, I was on the couch.
Sunday, I was down to only Sarah. Olivia was with my parents and Emma and Abigail had gone with Scott's Mom for the night and next day. It was sorta peaceful around here with only one kid to manage. Finally Monday rolled around and I was forced to hang wallpaper at our rental.
A word of advice, if you buy wallpaper (which turns out to be next to impossible in 2011) make sure it is pre-pasted. I had to order wallpaper thru Lowes because every wallpaper establishment this side of the Mississippi has gone out of business. I could have sworn that the back of the swatch said pre-pasted. I was wrong! I opened the wallpaper and was ready to get started when I looked down and thought to myself, "Hmmm, the back of this looks odd" then the directions fell out of the packaging. Oh it was odd all right!
"Prepare wall by first applying sizing to the area you plan to wallpaper" (uh huh, uh huh) "Then using a paint brush or roller coat the back of wallpaper with a quality paste before hanging" (What? Paint or roll back of wallpaper with paste? Why would I do that?)
Off I went to Lowes to buy wallpaper paste. I do not recommend using wallpaper that requires you to paste the back. In fact, I don't really recommend wallpapering at all. It is truly a nightmare. If you think that was bad, you'll love this! I got three full strips up and realized the double roll would not be enough. Back to Lowes to order more wallpaper.....Seriously bitter at ex-renters! None of this is my boooojay!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Further Proof
Mopping my floor was for not! Apparently mopping has the same effect on the environment as washing your car. You see, I mopped my floor - it is snowing like crazy outside and everyone is tracking in slushy snow and footprints. Wash your car and it will rain cats and dogs within 24 hours!
Just had to get that off my chest....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Just had to get that off my chest....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Monday, January 10, 2011
Cleaning: Can Someone Tell Me What The Point Is?
I woke up. Yup, I sure did, popped right out of bed this morning just like a spring chicken! HA! If you believe that I have some ocean front property in Arizona to sell you. Seriously though, I had to set two alarms for my first wake up at 6am and then an additional two for my second wake up.
The first time I woke up, I simply got up, turned off the alarms and drug myself over to Emma's room to make sure was up and moving. I then directed her to make sure Abigail was up and for one of them let let Torros out and back in before they left for the bus. I then shuffled back to my nice warm bed for an additional hour and twenty minutes of blessed rest.
The second time I got up I had to stay up! BOOOOO!!!! I went into Olivia's room and discovered her all ready awake, laying there looking sweet. Actually, I am not sure if she looked any sweeter than another morning that she grumbles all the way to the bus stop! The difference was, she was all ready awake and that makes all the difference in the way my 30 minutes with her goes in the morning. Trust me on this. Why was she awake all ready? It made no sense really until she told me that her belly hurt. So as I go to pull the covers back I realize that she is pull-up-less. The conversation went something like this:
Olivia, where is your pull-up?
In the trash? I had an "accident"?
What kind of accident?
I couldn't make it to the bathroom Mommy.
"Hmmmm where is the pull-up now?
In the trash can Mommy.
Okay, that's a good place for it.
I will not torture you with the events that followed the conversation. Just know that it required a lot of clean-up in the bathroom. *shaking my head* It was also followed by a hot shower for both of us. Her belly still hurt so I decided to give her a little extra time to relax and make sure that she wasn't going to have any more "accidents". When it was time, we hopped in the car and I drove her to school. Good idea in theory but it only encouraged her to ask if I would pick her up to.
After I dropped her off at school, I came home and decided that I had ignored the state of my vinyl flooring long enough. It was very difficult for me to admit I needed to mop. I don't hate mopping. It really isn't the action of doing it, it's the aftermath that is the issue. If you are wondering what the heck I am talking about, you must not have kids! Let me spell this out for you, I spent a good deal of time sweeping, scrubbing and mopping the floor. Literally, it took me an hour to accomplish this fete. No, I don't live in a palace! However, when I mop my floor, I move everything that isn't attached to ensure it gets done right. So the floor is spotless and now the waiting begins.......inevitably someone will be spilling something on this floor by the end of the day - It's guaranteed!
My floors are spotless and completely dry. It's time to go pick up Olivia from school. I let the dogs back in, then Sarah and I load up and head to the kindergarten center to get "Livleah" (This is what Sarah calls her - and it cracks me up!). We get home and walk in the garage door and "WHAT THE HELLO KITTY HAPPENED TO MY FLOOR???" Yes my friends, "Scott's" dog (pets are no different than children they are both of yours until they do something wrong) had apparently thrown up all over my freshly scrubbed floor! Worse yet, he also managed to throw up on the adjoining carpet. Obviously, I cleaned it up. Scott also pitched in and steam cleaned the carpet.
An hour later (LITERALLY) Olivia was walking from the kitchen to the living room and managed to cut the bottom of her big toe on the metal like trim that separates the vinyl from the carpet. Do you know where I am going with this? Her toe bled and bled and bled like no body's business all while she walked from the carpet to the vinyl. It was a blood bath people!! Honestly, it wasn't till after I got her all cleaned up and we determined she didn't need stitches that I realized what had happened to the flooring.
I was really stressed out after all of this excitement in my morning/early afternoon and required a regrouping nap. I laid down on the couch and instructed Scott to wake me up in one hour. Obviously confused about the directions I gave HIM to wake me up, Abigail stood before me directing me it was time to get up. In her hand, which can only be explained as a peace offering, was a chocolate covered pretzel. She offered it to me and instructed me to try it. I did, it was yummy and then I wondered where it came from. Apparently while I was napping, she made them. Shortly after this I walked into the kitchen....I digress.
In conclusion, I really don't see the point of my busting my rump to keep my house spic and span. It just isn't realistic to put that kind of pressure on myself. I am not a hamster, I don't run on a wheel,I am over it!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
The first time I woke up, I simply got up, turned off the alarms and drug myself over to Emma's room to make sure was up and moving. I then directed her to make sure Abigail was up and for one of them let let Torros out and back in before they left for the bus. I then shuffled back to my nice warm bed for an additional hour and twenty minutes of blessed rest.
The second time I got up I had to stay up! BOOOOO!!!! I went into Olivia's room and discovered her all ready awake, laying there looking sweet. Actually, I am not sure if she looked any sweeter than another morning that she grumbles all the way to the bus stop! The difference was, she was all ready awake and that makes all the difference in the way my 30 minutes with her goes in the morning. Trust me on this. Why was she awake all ready? It made no sense really until she told me that her belly hurt. So as I go to pull the covers back I realize that she is pull-up-less. The conversation went something like this:
Olivia, where is your pull-up?
In the trash? I had an "accident"?
What kind of accident?
I couldn't make it to the bathroom Mommy.
"Hmmmm where is the pull-up now?
In the trash can Mommy.
Okay, that's a good place for it.
I will not torture you with the events that followed the conversation. Just know that it required a lot of clean-up in the bathroom. *shaking my head* It was also followed by a hot shower for both of us. Her belly still hurt so I decided to give her a little extra time to relax and make sure that she wasn't going to have any more "accidents". When it was time, we hopped in the car and I drove her to school. Good idea in theory but it only encouraged her to ask if I would pick her up to.
After I dropped her off at school, I came home and decided that I had ignored the state of my vinyl flooring long enough. It was very difficult for me to admit I needed to mop. I don't hate mopping. It really isn't the action of doing it, it's the aftermath that is the issue. If you are wondering what the heck I am talking about, you must not have kids! Let me spell this out for you, I spent a good deal of time sweeping, scrubbing and mopping the floor. Literally, it took me an hour to accomplish this fete. No, I don't live in a palace! However, when I mop my floor, I move everything that isn't attached to ensure it gets done right. So the floor is spotless and now the waiting begins.......inevitably someone will be spilling something on this floor by the end of the day - It's guaranteed!
My floors are spotless and completely dry. It's time to go pick up Olivia from school. I let the dogs back in, then Sarah and I load up and head to the kindergarten center to get "Livleah" (This is what Sarah calls her - and it cracks me up!). We get home and walk in the garage door and "WHAT THE HELLO KITTY HAPPENED TO MY FLOOR???" Yes my friends, "Scott's" dog (pets are no different than children they are both of yours until they do something wrong) had apparently thrown up all over my freshly scrubbed floor! Worse yet, he also managed to throw up on the adjoining carpet. Obviously, I cleaned it up. Scott also pitched in and steam cleaned the carpet.
An hour later (LITERALLY) Olivia was walking from the kitchen to the living room and managed to cut the bottom of her big toe on the metal like trim that separates the vinyl from the carpet. Do you know where I am going with this? Her toe bled and bled and bled like no body's business all while she walked from the carpet to the vinyl. It was a blood bath people!! Honestly, it wasn't till after I got her all cleaned up and we determined she didn't need stitches that I realized what had happened to the flooring.
I was really stressed out after all of this excitement in my morning/early afternoon and required a regrouping nap. I laid down on the couch and instructed Scott to wake me up in one hour. Obviously confused about the directions I gave HIM to wake me up, Abigail stood before me directing me it was time to get up. In her hand, which can only be explained as a peace offering, was a chocolate covered pretzel. She offered it to me and instructed me to try it. I did, it was yummy and then I wondered where it came from. Apparently while I was napping, she made them. Shortly after this I walked into the kitchen....I digress.
In conclusion, I really don't see the point of my busting my rump to keep my house spic and span. It just isn't realistic to put that kind of pressure on myself. I am not a hamster, I don't run on a wheel,I am over it!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Friday, January 7, 2011
It's A New Day
Last night I decided that after feeling like crap for the past couple of weeks, I was going to make sure that I got a good night's sleep no matter what! Aided by pharmaceuticals, I accomplished my mission. Then at 5:40am this morning, a glorious thing happened! The phone rang and a recording proceeded to inform me there would be a two hour delay. I am always willing to accept a two hour delay, just not an entire snow day - those just aren't my cup of tea!
When I finally got up off the couch (where I passed out last night after lovely sleeping aid) this morning, I felt like a million bucks! The kids were off to school and Sarah and I decided (okay I decided) to take a field trip to Nordstrom to exchange a pair of snow boots I had purchased a couple weeks ago. Luckily I was able to find another pair. At first I thought they were going to be more than I paid for the others but as it turned out, they were on clearance! WOOT WOOT! I ended up getting a refund...Oh happy day!
Now I am just sitting here waiting for the twins to get home from school so I can enjoy all four of my children for two days......
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
When I finally got up off the couch (where I passed out last night after lovely sleeping aid) this morning, I felt like a million bucks! The kids were off to school and Sarah and I decided (okay I decided) to take a field trip to Nordstrom to exchange a pair of snow boots I had purchased a couple weeks ago. Luckily I was able to find another pair. At first I thought they were going to be more than I paid for the others but as it turned out, they were on clearance! WOOT WOOT! I ended up getting a refund...Oh happy day!
Now I am just sitting here waiting for the twins to get home from school so I can enjoy all four of my children for two days......
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Three Days In One Week Is Not Enough!
As I sit here, I am worried that tomorrow will be a snow day for my kids. Actually, the thought never even occurred to me until several of my loving friends text to say, "You think there will be school tomorrow? Hahaha" FUNNY PEOPLE! Why do people hate me? I mean I just spent two torturous weeks with these children! They have only been back at school for two days - I don't think it is funny to joke about a day!
In addition to me being tired of all this togetherness, I have not felt well since Christmas eve. I don't know what is wrong with me. It's been a mixed bag of germs passing through my body. As I sit here my stomach is talking to me! No doubt my lovely offspring have brought this illness upon me. I have often joked with people about creating a Lysol bomb to put off in my house during the cold/flu season. Now, I am seriously thinking about sending a letter to Lysol requesting that they consider marketing this ideal product. Tell me Mothers all over the world wouldn't be lining up for a Lysol bomb???? I think it would be a hit, kinda like Vick's infused Puffs! Fabulous idea right there. One of my children, who shall remain nameless, has been spotted walking around with one of those tissues stuck up her nose.
I am stressed out about my financial state, as much of the world is right now. Of course, I don't care how the rest of the world feels, only how this economic downturn is effecting me, myself and I! Okay that is not entirely true...I do care. I care that my friends are poor too! Mainly I care that they are broke too because it means they are also stuck at home on a Friday night because they are too poor to go out and do anything fun and exciting. HA! It ensures that I have people to hang out with on the weekends. Selffish? Well DUH!
Oh and I am also just plain angry. Yesterday someone Ibabysit babysat for canned me for the umpteenth time. Umpteenth? Is that how you spell that? I guess I will find out if I run a spell check. Weird I never really thought about how you spell it before. Anyway, this is the last and final time they will have that opportunity because I am done, finito, screweth them! It never ceases to amaze me how some people take advantage of the kindness of others.
Anyway, I haven't really had anything exciting to report because of my recent cash flow situation. I am thinking of learning to basket weave. May be I could start my own company like Longaberger!?! Well, its a thought anyway....I can almost guarantee my baskets would be in the "As Is" section of Big Lots - Hell, I am not even sure if Big Lots would be so stupid as to sell something I made.
In conclusion, I am in happy happy place right now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
In addition to me being tired of all this togetherness, I have not felt well since Christmas eve. I don't know what is wrong with me. It's been a mixed bag of germs passing through my body. As I sit here my stomach is talking to me! No doubt my lovely offspring have brought this illness upon me. I have often joked with people about creating a Lysol bomb to put off in my house during the cold/flu season. Now, I am seriously thinking about sending a letter to Lysol requesting that they consider marketing this ideal product. Tell me Mothers all over the world wouldn't be lining up for a Lysol bomb???? I think it would be a hit, kinda like Vick's infused Puffs! Fabulous idea right there. One of my children, who shall remain nameless, has been spotted walking around with one of those tissues stuck up her nose.
I am stressed out about my financial state, as much of the world is right now. Of course, I don't care how the rest of the world feels, only how this economic downturn is effecting me, myself and I! Okay that is not entirely true...I do care. I care that my friends are poor too! Mainly I care that they are broke too because it means they are also stuck at home on a Friday night because they are too poor to go out and do anything fun and exciting. HA! It ensures that I have people to hang out with on the weekends. Selffish? Well DUH!
Oh and I am also just plain angry. Yesterday someone I
Anyway, I haven't really had anything exciting to report because of my recent cash flow situation. I am thinking of learning to basket weave. May be I could start my own company like Longaberger!?! Well, its a thought anyway....I can almost guarantee my baskets would be in the "As Is" section of Big Lots - Hell, I am not even sure if Big Lots would be so stupid as to sell something I made.
In conclusion, I am in happy happy place right now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Ode to My Best Girlfriends
For those of you who don't know this, my birthday happens to be four days before Christmas. I have never really felt slided about where my birthday falls on the calender. When I was a kid, there were times that it sucked having my birthday smack dab next to Christmas as far as having a birthday party went. However, I have never been one to dwell so let's move on, shall we?
This year's birthday will definitely be one that won't soon be forgot! My wonderful posse threw me a suprise dinner party! Jennifer made an absolutely scrumptious meal and all but one of my very best girls were there. I feel so blessed to have such a fabulous group of friends. Let's be honest here, life is hard, actually it can be downright crappy at times! I can't imagine not having my sister and girlfriends there by side no matter what. I don't know how I got so lucky to have all of them in my life but I sure am glad they are.
I love you all and this is for you!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
This year's birthday will definitely be one that won't soon be forgot! My wonderful posse threw me a suprise dinner party! Jennifer made an absolutely scrumptious meal and all but one of my very best girls were there. I feel so blessed to have such a fabulous group of friends. Let's be honest here, life is hard, actually it can be downright crappy at times! I can't imagine not having my sister and girlfriends there by side no matter what. I don't know how I got so lucky to have all of them in my life but I sure am glad they are.
I love you all and this is for you!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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