Routine.............shmootine, get me my coffee

I am going to use this today, albeit I doubt

I will look this happy

I don't take a shower/do my hair/put make up on and get dressed to clean

Well, I'm dressed. Usually in sweats.

My hair is rather Medusa like, in the long parts

And, well, just sticking every which way but loose in the short parts

 I will be doing other things as well

Dusting/laundry/putting away said laundry

Putting away Christmas stuff

**hold on a second, everything is down.  It just hasn't made it to the garage in its place **

I went from this.  Which I liked

And was amazed with.  But hated

having to fill the little water tank

after cleaning 1 bathroom.  Or having 

to fill it 2 - 3 times while doing kitchen,

entryway, dining nook, formal living and

dining room.

I can even use this on the stairs/carpet/area rugs

with the handy little carpet glider thing a ma jig

Plus, I got a free gift with the purchase

A hand held steam sanitizer which

I have already used and was completely

taken a back by the crap that came out

and sprayed all over my fridge

And I'm a clean person, scrubbing in between every 

nook and cranny

Then, I get to go eat this

Chicken Marabella

Made by my Mother

I shall take pics when I get there

I will also be making bread to bring along

In belated celebratory fashion

for my 28th (ok ok ok, 39th sheesh)

birthday

I'm am going to try and mind my P's & Q's

I haven't seen my Mother in almost 3 weeks

She had a bit of a Bi-Polar moment

Where she was justified (as always)

And I was the feral child, whom she

has no idea how she could have birthed

She should be fine

My Aunt will be there

As well as my husband and son

So she should be on her bestest of best behavior

It will be totally exhausting for I will survive the night

by pushing that anxiety way, Way, WAy, WAY down deep

Put on a happy face and smile.

If I can make it through that

I can make it through 39

right ?!?!?!?

Happy Saturday to everyone who stops by

It's just a classic case...

sce....scenario.  A tale as old as time, girl you got what you deserved.

Picture if you will ~ Me in my car ~ Me in my car in the drive-thru of Starbucks ~ Me in my car in the drive-thru of Starbucks, ordering ~ Ordering 5 drinks ~ Yes, I said 5 drinks ~ 1. Grande Iced White Mocha with whip, 2. Venti Americano with cream, 3. Venti Vanilla Late, 4.Venti Cinnamon Dolce Late, and last but not least, 5.Venti Triple shot White Mocha ~ 5 drinks ~ I order the 1st and am well on my way to ordering the second, when in mid sentence I get, "Is that everything ?"

Me, a little puzzled as I was in the middle of ordering the 2nd drink replied, "NOoooo !!"  ~ I go onto order 2nd drink ~ "So I have a #1 (to shorten story) and a #2, will that com....."

"I HAVE A TOTAL OF 5 DRINKS, SO HOW ABOUT you WAIT UNTIL I AM FINISHED AND I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHEN that is everything, HOW DOES THAT SOUND ?"

She agreed ~ I mean, did she really want to test me ?!?! ~ I finish monster java order ~ Proceed to window ~ Where I get asked, probably THE MOST inane question.......EVER !!!!!

" DO YOU WANT A DRINK CARRIER ? "

Are you KIDDING me ?!?!?!

No, I don't want a drink carrier, I think that I will make the 3 minute drive back to work, balancing 4 hot and 1 iced coffee drinks ~ Do you think that I could make it with a drink on each shoulder ~ Another on my head ~ Perhaps one on my, let's just say the right knee ~ And the last one, how about I hold it !!!

I must have had a look on my face of befuddled annoyance, because her response.  You'll love this.......

" Oh yeah huh, you ordered 5 drinks "

Yeah  ~ Let's just say, I weep for the youth of today 

Today...

Today, I am 39 years old

Today, I am 5 pounds lighter than I was last week

Today, I am telling everyone I am 28

Today, in exactly 2 months, I will be the mother of a 15 year old

Today, I am just that awesome

Today, I will probably gain back the 5 pounds I lost

Today, I am reminded of how many friends I have

Today, I will get treats

Today, I am going to play the, "Cause it's my Birthday !!!"...all....day....long

Today, I will argue my age

Today, I got a Starbucks Gift Card

Today, I have had way to much coffee

Today, I should have taken off from work

Today, I got my H2O steam mop

Today, I am the Birthday Girl...all...day....long

Today, I am grateful for having had another day

Today, I am having a Chicken Fajita Birthday Burrito, because I am the Birthday Girl

Today, I am a bit gassy ~ hee hee hee

Today, I am wishing I were 45 pounds lighter

Today, I am celebrating

Today, should have been a Spa day

Today, I am the Queen

Today, I spoke with my Mother

Today, I got lots of Birthday wishes

Today, I didn't speak with my father

Today, I didn't eat cake

Today, I didn't put any Christmas stuff away

Today, I didn't run

Today, I didn't want any presents

Today, I thought about running

Today, my son irritating me

Today, my cat is annoying me

Today, my 2 favorite movies are on at the same time

Today, is almost over

Today, I am 28

Today, I am 28, with a 14 year old child

Today, my husband is happy to be married to a 28 year old

Today, I was called an old bitty

Today, I can't be an old bitty because.....

TODAY, I AM 28

*** shhhhh, not ***

25 ~ I was 25 once but then.........

I was tagged on Facebook, by a very funny lady who I enjoy hanging out with whenever she happens to be down in my neck of the woods.  So I thought I would post here ( I will return the favor on Facebook for her) and see what happens !!  It's quite easy and has turned out to be fun too !!

Rule 1 : Post 25 things about you ~ Random things ~ Goals ~ Dreams ~ Habits ~ Facts ~ All about YOU ~ 

Rule 2 : Tag away ~ 25 peeps if you have em' ~ If not, do what you can !!

Rule 3 : Tag the person who tagged you

 1:  Love ~ LOve ~ LOVE me some Miami Vice ** TV Series ONLY ~ Movie was VERY disappointing

 2:  I love naps and take them when I can

 3:  I have 2 different colored eyes ~ Left is blue ~ Right is Green

 4:  Die hard Chicago Bears fan

 5.  I MUST sleep with socks on ~ doesn't matter if it is 100 degrees

 6.  Horror Movies rock

 7.  I love Amusement Park rides

 8:  At the moment, I 'm a  bit chunky and NONE to happy about it

 9:  I gift everyone with nicknames

10: I am an only child ~ so far as I know ~ unless my dad has another one floating out there ~ wouldn't surprise me

11: Guy Ritchie movies rock

12: I own my own business

13: I cuss ALOT when driving

14: I'm probably to sarcastic for my own good

15: I have 3 tatts ~ 2 my mother knows about ~ the 3rd she doesn't

16: I fear the worst when my child isn't in my care

17: I have one child 

18: I am very judgmental of myself

19: 9 is my favorite # 

20: I love my Mac

21: I love photography

22: I love movies/shows with good blowie uppies

23: I get British humor

24: I always root for the opposite team my hubby does **unless its the Ducks or the Bears

25: I fear turning into my mother

I think i'm gonna yak ~

I love this child ~ I call him Little Richard ~ His name is actually Raymond ~ The reason behind the moniker of Little Richard is for his high pitched squeals ~ They can originate from any number of things ~ The black scorpion that once resided in my sons room ~ Spiders ~ Baby Opossums falling from trees in the dark ~ The thought of ground hamburger ~ Mannequins that come to life for 30 days, but only in the Twilight Zone ~ His laugh and personality are infectious ~ His sisters beautiful and his parents amazing ~ This was taken during Cornerstone Christian's 8th grade class trip to DC last year ~ This was in Amish country and when this picture was developed from the millions of disposables that were sent with my son ~ This is what turned up ~ Every time I see this picture I laugh hysterically and can just hear him screaming like Little Richard !!!!!

To Whom it May Concern :

People, seriously.....LEARN....HOW....TO....DRIVE !!!! Period. Please. It isn't that difficult. I swear. We live in the Evergreen State. E-V-E-R-G-R-E-E-N State. It isn't called that because we spray paint the trees and grass that color. We are called that, because it rains 9 months out the year. Rain isn't an oddity here. It's nothing new. But for whatever reason when it rains, y'all can't drive !!! You act as if the sky is falling and completely go mental !!! You no longer having ANY skill at driving. You stare at the sky in confusion and fear, trying to figure out exactly what is happening. It is RAIN !! We live in the Pacific NW, that's what it does here. It RAINS !!! I could maybe see wanting to go slow if it was the first rain, as the roads are generally slick. But this isn't the first rain. It has been raining for the past week. It hasn't stopped. I could even see wanting to drive slow if....IF there was an inch or 2 of standing water on the road. Which there isn't. You know why ? Because the Washington Department of Transportation Engineers knew how to bank the roads properly for drainage. So that means there isn't a lot of water on the road. It also means that you can drive normal speeds. If you want to ere on the side of caution, then by all means put some distance between you and the car ahead of you. This doesn't mean that you must put 5 car lenghts between you. If you are doing this, you shouldn't be driving. IF you are doing this because you brakes need to be replaced. You shouldn't be driving. Which brings me to another point. Turn signals and there functionality. They are, hang in there with me. For SIGNALING WHICH DIRECTION YOU ARE WANTING TO TURN OR WHICH LANE YOU WOULD LIKE TO CHANGE. Really a fair simple feature. By using this feature on your vehicle it will allow YOU to NOT YELL at me for not letting you pull in front of me. As I am NOT a mind reader. I do not WANT to read your mind for fear of BOREDOM !!! I know how to USE my turn signals. I turn them on when I want to switch lanes. When one is signaling for a lane change this isn't a green flag for you to punch it and lay on the horn, screaming obscenities at me for your coming to the conclusion that I have just you off. If you feel the need to do this, again you shouldn't drive.

Now that I have ranted and raved, which was SO not what I was wanting to post today, I must give much love, props and shout outs to my cosmic twin for sharing me with her blogging friends and inviting them to come one over !!!!

You are the bestest Amy !!!!!

Engage a different gear, mental gear that is...

Time and time again people have, for centuries, tried to change one another. Be it to change ones way of thinking, dressing, behaving, it doesn't really matter. We try and we fail. And when faced with such a predestined fate, what do we as humans do again ? Why, we try of course ! Only to be met with failure and disappointment again. Then why do we still try ? Is it in our nature as humans to do so ? I have for years, tried to change the way I respond to my Mother when she goes off on one of her tantrums. When I was younger I would yield to her very presence. It was after all the easiest way to deal with her. Speak when spoken to. Stand or sit perfectly straight. Smile politely. That type of thing. Looking back, I feel that I was merely a prop. Something to show the world, that although she was a teenage Mother, she had this perfectly well behaved child. A child that she could control. A child that always received my Mother praise, for the way I behaved. My Dad, whenever he was around would take credit for my behavior as well. As if he had something to do with it. I always did as I was told. Behaved and presented myself in a manner that would not garner my Mother any negative attention or humiliation. I was 28 years old when I first sassed my Mother. I sassed. She stood there mouth wide open, perfectly still. You could see her blood start to boil when it registered in her brain what I had just done. My Grandmother, who always thought my Mother was to strict with me, sat there like a deer in headlights. I scooped up my 4 year old in one arm. Shoes and purse in the other and out the door I walked, putting my child in the car and heading home. I had such relief. I couldn't believe that I actually made it out of the house in one piece, let alone alive !! I was elated !! I didn't speak to my Mother for over a week and even then it was only at the insistence of my Grandmother that I call her. I did. Ready to face whatever was going to be thrown at me. And believe me, I have a very vivid imagination. So I had gone over and over in my head every possible scenario and what my response would be. All my mother said was, "Are you coming to dinner Wednesday?" That was it. Nothing was ever said about the incident. That was 10 years ago. I let it go. Or so I thought. I haven't. I keep it way down deep. I don't address it. I let it eat at me until I can take no more. Then I run. I run because I don't have to think. The only thing I think about is breathing. We have had our little tiffs since then. I always tend to get the "talk" when I'm locked in a speeding car on a 6 hour drive with her. I always get the, " I hurt her feelings. ", " I should think of her instead of myself all the time.", Or the best, "You act just like your father !!". Really ?!?!? How could that be, since I can count on one hand over the course of my 38 years, the number of times I have seen my father !!!! Little digs like that. Snide remarks made to whip me back into "Stepford" mode. Did it work ? Yeah, for a while. Honestly, how did you expect me to respond while in a speeding car in the middle of nowhere ?!?!? I wanted to make it to our destination alive. So this New Year and this Theme of Change, made me decide to, for real, change the way I deal with her. She will never change. But I can. She will always be bitter and angry. But I won't. It isn't or maybe in her mind it is, me that makes her that way. Perhaps it is even in my mind. But that is her choice. Not mine. I can't make her feel any of those things. Does this mean that I don't think she is entitled to feel the way she does ? No, she can feel and deal or not, however she chooses. We all, are entitled to feel the way we feel. We also are entitled to deal however we choose to deal. For me, as well as my family, I am choosing to confront her with her behavior when it pops up. And believe me it POPS when you least expect it. To let her know, that she doesn't get to speak to me or treat me or my child the way she does. That her tantrums are no longer going to be tolerated. I am who I am. If she doesn't like it or agree with it that is her choice. Not mine, for I am happy with who I am. I am happy with where my life's journey has taken me. So, I had a child at 24. So, I wasn't married. So I waited until said child was 14 to marry the child's father. All unspeakable acts in the mind of my mother. Why ? Who knows. She was married at 18 and had me. She was divorced by age 22. Did I ever judge her ? No. Did she feel judged in 1970 for the way her life had turned out ? Probably. But it is something she won't ever speak of. She is who she is. I respect my Mother and all that she accomplished in raising me on her own. I am, I thought her biggest accomplishment. Now, I feel I am her biggest disappointment. Why ? Because I took control of my life from her. Because I choose to have a voice and because I choose to be, live and behave as an adult. I love my Mother. I can't change my Mother. I can however change me. And I feel it's about time.

Three ~ one-5 ~ Maf ~ Maf ~ Mafia.......

I broke my streak ~ Today should have been day 4 ~ Making yesterday, day 3 ~ But I didn't run yesterday  ~ I had other things to do  ~  I'm throwing a little gangsta' action into my blog by informing you that I really should have be on day 4 ~ But reality puts me back to day 1 ~ I suck ~ Wind that is !!!!  There's always tomorrow !!!