Well I can't give you everything you want
But I could give you what you thought need
A map to keep beneath your seat
You'll read to me in time. I'll get you there
But fold it up so we don't find our way back
So nobody knows we're here
We can park the van and walk to town
Find the cheapest bottle of wine we could find
And talk about the road behind
How getting lost is not a waste of time
Le Bois d'Amour will take us home
In the moment we will sing as the forest sings
It's all for the the sake of arriving with you
Well it's all for the sake of arriving with you
Well, I will make the table into a bed
The candle is burning down, it's time to rest
I cant' take back things already gone
But I could give you promises for keeps
And would only take them back if they became your own and you gave them to me
And it's all for the sake of arriving with you
Well it's all for the sake of arriving with you
We could make this into anything
We could make this into more than words we speak
This could make us into anything
It could makes us grow and become what we'll be
How will we really know?
Its' just like it feels, just like it feels
How can we really know?
It's just like it feels , just like it feels
Just like it feels, how does it feel?
Just like it feels, just like it feels
How does it feel, just like it feels
How does it feel?
Lyrics by Jack Johnson
Bold type is significant to me
Monday, November 10, 2008
Heavy
Heavy feelings weighing me down
Some good, some profound
Scatterbrained and dis collect
No matter what, I hope we connect
Excitement and passion
You bring it out
This rise in me, I don't know what it's about
Mind still trippin' we go out or just stay home
It's all the same
Being with you is sound
Stir my mind like a crazy cocktail of fluttery
Hope these feelings last of buttery
Intellectual and certainty
I wish you'd just let me be
Can't stand this condition
Put me in a position, to be
Stupid and Happy
It's a good combo, I definitely see!
Where's my helmet
Heavy, you weigh down on me
On my mind constantly
Heavy
Some good, some profound
Scatterbrained and dis collect
No matter what, I hope we connect
Excitement and passion
You bring it out
This rise in me, I don't know what it's about
Mind still trippin' we go out or just stay home
It's all the same
Being with you is sound
Stir my mind like a crazy cocktail of fluttery
Hope these feelings last of buttery
Intellectual and certainty
I wish you'd just let me be
Can't stand this condition
Put me in a position, to be
Stupid and Happy
It's a good combo, I definitely see!
Where's my helmet
Heavy, you weigh down on me
On my mind constantly
Heavy
Remember Me
There you stood
Beautiful man!
Wholly for me to devour
I let myself in
Trespass gently upon your heart
Step lightly, not to disturb your frailty
Open eyed and willing
Aroused your consciousness
Remember me
I let myself in, but you gave me the key
Beautiful man!
Wholly for me to devour
I let myself in
Trespass gently upon your heart
Step lightly, not to disturb your frailty
Open eyed and willing
Aroused your consciousness
Remember me
I let myself in, but you gave me the key
Divorce is a Magical Thing
Woo Hoo!!! I'm free....almost.
After six years of being with the same person, it's all come to end. I can say that I'm pretty darn happy about that. I mean, it's kind of sad to move on only because sometimes I think about the good times we had. The births of our children, and some other funny random moments that existed between us. For the most part though, it was a lot of shit. A lot of stuff that I'm glad I won't have to put up with anymore. I feel relieved. Now my focus is my children. Making sure they'll be OK. They seem to be dealing quite well. Children are very resilient.
I've filed, but this is only the beginning. Now we get to fight about the house and money. He's stated numerous times that he wants me to have full custody, which is perfectly fine by me. The only reason for this is because in my opinion he's selfish. He wants to be all about his band and his "rockstar" life. Ha, fucking ha! It'll be his loss someday when our children are all grown up and he hasn't barely seen any of it. Sad really.
About the house? Yeah, he wants the kids and I out so the house can just go into foreclosure. Wicked smart. I'm really gonna move my kids out of the only house they know, where Aidan just started school. Brillant. Also, it's gonna cost the same amount for a two bedroom apartment in this area as it would to just keep paying the mortgage.
After all, he makes me angry. Not because of the divorce, but because I feel as if he's letting our kids down. I never show this anger to him. Any text, email or phone conversation I stay mature, never name call. Yet, he feels the need to call me names. What the hell did I get myself into?? If I could have any magic power, it would be to foresee the future. Right? Right.
Throughout this ordeal, I have had a lot of support from my family, my friends and my co-workers. This time, I shant try to go back. Last time I did, and I shouldn't have then I didn't have the support that I do now. Plus I'm just DONE. 6 years gone wasted....partially. I'm a pretty strong willed woman, and I will make it onto the other side. As Nick Hexum would sing, "Beyond the Gray Sky" that's me, looking beyond the gray sky. I know it won't be like this forever, I know. I count my blessings that I have my good friend Kelsey, she keeps my head on straight.
Wish me luck in my endeavors......
After six years of being with the same person, it's all come to end. I can say that I'm pretty darn happy about that. I mean, it's kind of sad to move on only because sometimes I think about the good times we had. The births of our children, and some other funny random moments that existed between us. For the most part though, it was a lot of shit. A lot of stuff that I'm glad I won't have to put up with anymore. I feel relieved. Now my focus is my children. Making sure they'll be OK. They seem to be dealing quite well. Children are very resilient.
I've filed, but this is only the beginning. Now we get to fight about the house and money. He's stated numerous times that he wants me to have full custody, which is perfectly fine by me. The only reason for this is because in my opinion he's selfish. He wants to be all about his band and his "rockstar" life. Ha, fucking ha! It'll be his loss someday when our children are all grown up and he hasn't barely seen any of it. Sad really.
About the house? Yeah, he wants the kids and I out so the house can just go into foreclosure. Wicked smart. I'm really gonna move my kids out of the only house they know, where Aidan just started school. Brillant. Also, it's gonna cost the same amount for a two bedroom apartment in this area as it would to just keep paying the mortgage.
After all, he makes me angry. Not because of the divorce, but because I feel as if he's letting our kids down. I never show this anger to him. Any text, email or phone conversation I stay mature, never name call. Yet, he feels the need to call me names. What the hell did I get myself into?? If I could have any magic power, it would be to foresee the future. Right? Right.
Throughout this ordeal, I have had a lot of support from my family, my friends and my co-workers. This time, I shant try to go back. Last time I did, and I shouldn't have then I didn't have the support that I do now. Plus I'm just DONE. 6 years gone wasted....partially. I'm a pretty strong willed woman, and I will make it onto the other side. As Nick Hexum would sing, "Beyond the Gray Sky" that's me, looking beyond the gray sky. I know it won't be like this forever, I know. I count my blessings that I have my good friend Kelsey, she keeps my head on straight.
Wish me luck in my endeavors......
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Stuck. Trapped. Suffocated.
Not by the life I live currently, but by the events in my life previous to now. Sometimes I feel like I'm still in High School. Not because I'm surrounded by immaturity, which is duly noted as a reason why people feel like that but because I feel emotionally somewhat scarred by who I was in High School and because at that time I came to an awakening or realization at that time. To explain, I don't feel like a 26yr old, married, mother of two aka an adult. I still see within myself the same insecurities I had during that period of my life, the same troubles and battles within. I keep wondering to myself when will the weight of those problems ease themselves off my shoulders? When will I be without the strife of wondering who I am or who am I supposed to be, or why did certain "things" happen to me? I tell you it gets tiring being stuck in the past. It seems to me this phase has lasted quite a long time, and has only got worse.
A wise man once told me that your teen years are for rebellion and angst, your twenties are spent reflecting on the prior angst and being angry with your parents, thirties....I don't quite remember what this wise man said bout' them cause I'm not there yet so I didn't pay too much attention to what he said, but I do remember him saying that by the time I'm in my forties that'll I'll be OK with everything, pretty much. I'm sure some of this is true at least by forty I'll probably be too preoccupied with wrinkles to give a damn about what happened to me as a child.(That's a joke, wrinkles-shminkles). I'm gonna own every single one of those wrinkles as a rite of passage, dammit!
Some women look at others and envy them for their exterior qualities. Angelina Jolie lips, J-lo butt, Tyra forehead (that'll be the day) and so on. I find myself not being so envious. I'm pretty OK with my body, it does what it needs to do. Secondly there are women who envy other women's accomplishments, being career's, money and power. I myself fall more into this category. Maybe its me or maybe its society, but whomever has put the stigma about being a homemaker, not being a job sucks. I know that sometimes, my "job" doesn't get the justification it deserves and I don't need to go into how hard or demanding it is and by no means do I want pat on the back, but I can say it is thankless. The true reaping will come out later when my kids are older, guess then I'll find out how well of a job I did.
Not by the life I live currently, but by the events in my life previous to now. Sometimes I feel like I'm still in High School. Not because I'm surrounded by immaturity, which is duly noted as a reason why people feel like that but because I feel emotionally somewhat scarred by who I was in High School and because at that time I came to an awakening or realization at that time. To explain, I don't feel like a 26yr old, married, mother of two aka an adult. I still see within myself the same insecurities I had during that period of my life, the same troubles and battles within. I keep wondering to myself when will the weight of those problems ease themselves off my shoulders? When will I be without the strife of wondering who I am or who am I supposed to be, or why did certain "things" happen to me? I tell you it gets tiring being stuck in the past. It seems to me this phase has lasted quite a long time, and has only got worse.
A wise man once told me that your teen years are for rebellion and angst, your twenties are spent reflecting on the prior angst and being angry with your parents, thirties....I don't quite remember what this wise man said bout' them cause I'm not there yet so I didn't pay too much attention to what he said, but I do remember him saying that by the time I'm in my forties that'll I'll be OK with everything, pretty much. I'm sure some of this is true at least by forty I'll probably be too preoccupied with wrinkles to give a damn about what happened to me as a child.(That's a joke, wrinkles-shminkles). I'm gonna own every single one of those wrinkles as a rite of passage, dammit!
Some women look at others and envy them for their exterior qualities. Angelina Jolie lips, J-lo butt, Tyra forehead (that'll be the day) and so on. I find myself not being so envious. I'm pretty OK with my body, it does what it needs to do. Secondly there are women who envy other women's accomplishments, being career's, money and power. I myself fall more into this category. Maybe its me or maybe its society, but whomever has put the stigma about being a homemaker, not being a job sucks. I know that sometimes, my "job" doesn't get the justification it deserves and I don't need to go into how hard or demanding it is and by no means do I want pat on the back, but I can say it is thankless. The true reaping will come out later when my kids are older, guess then I'll find out how well of a job I did.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Magic Bullet
Isn't wonderful when you realize that something you got for Christmas actually has a purpose? This may sound stupid, but I got a "Magic Bullet" blender which I did ask for, for Christmas. At the time of receiving said gift I didn't think it'd come into much use, but this past week it has been my best friend next to Vicodin.
I did use it to make Adam and I Margarita's when I first got it, but since then it has sat in the cupboard waiting to be used. That thing is fucking awesome!! I got my badly impacted wisdom teeth pulled out last Thursday. Four of them. The uppers weren't bad, but the bottom ones....that's another story. They were coming in horizontally and the left side was infected. They hurt something bad. Me being the lazy procrastinator I am, has waited at least 3yrs to get them pulled. So, back to the Magic Bullet
It comes with two different blades, one for whipping and one for chopping/grinding and such. A smaller cup and a bigger one. The best most beneficial thing, four mug type cups with different colored lids.
Since I can't eat anything, pretty much. I've been blending everything up in it. Oh, and it is a "magical experience". Its awesome cause I made chili this week and all I had to do was put a portion of it into one of the mugs, add some water give it a couple of spins and presto, I have pureed chili just for me! Actually, next I took some "Press and Seal" crap and put that over the top, poke some holes in it, put the interchangeable colored rim on throw it in the microwave and then presto I have delicious chili. Still, it is the coolest thing ever!
If you don't have one, I suggest you get one. They're way better than any conventional blender. If you have a baby, this would be a good way to make baby food too. If you're twenty-six and still have your wisdom teeth cause' your Mom never took you to the dentist to get them taken out when you were a teen, like me then get one. You're gonna need it, trust me.
It's also pretty sweet that I've spent most of this time looking like Sandy Cheeks, from SpongeBob Squarepants. If you don't know who that is, just imagine a squirrel with their cheeks full of nuts. Its been great. The itchies from taking two Vicodin has been sweet too.
This is how hot I look after getting the teeth pulled. Pretty sweet huh?
I did use it to make Adam and I Margarita's when I first got it, but since then it has sat in the cupboard waiting to be used. That thing is fucking awesome!! I got my badly impacted wisdom teeth pulled out last Thursday. Four of them. The uppers weren't bad, but the bottom ones....that's another story. They were coming in horizontally and the left side was infected. They hurt something bad. Me being the lazy procrastinator I am, has waited at least 3yrs to get them pulled. So, back to the Magic Bullet
It comes with two different blades, one for whipping and one for chopping/grinding and such. A smaller cup and a bigger one. The best most beneficial thing, four mug type cups with different colored lids.
Since I can't eat anything, pretty much. I've been blending everything up in it. Oh, and it is a "magical experience". Its awesome cause I made chili this week and all I had to do was put a portion of it into one of the mugs, add some water give it a couple of spins and presto, I have pureed chili just for me! Actually, next I took some "Press and Seal" crap and put that over the top, poke some holes in it, put the interchangeable colored rim on throw it in the microwave and then presto I have delicious chili. Still, it is the coolest thing ever!
If you don't have one, I suggest you get one. They're way better than any conventional blender. If you have a baby, this would be a good way to make baby food too. If you're twenty-six and still have your wisdom teeth cause' your Mom never took you to the dentist to get them taken out when you were a teen, like me then get one. You're gonna need it, trust me.
It's also pretty sweet that I've spent most of this time looking like Sandy Cheeks, from SpongeBob Squarepants. If you don't know who that is, just imagine a squirrel with their cheeks full of nuts. Its been great. The itchies from taking two Vicodin has been sweet too.
This is how hot I look after getting the teeth pulled. Pretty sweet huh?
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Just send 350 bucks
OM fucking God!!!! Once again, I'm am forced to watch/hear/participate in a load of bullshit!!!
While t.v. surfing, not net surfing for a change I stumbled across some ludacris crap about some Jewish people needing money, money so they could make it back to their homeland.
"Please, send $350.00 to help one Jewish person back to their homeland, anything you can send is appreciated"
I cannot stand how some people use the word of God to manipulate people. It makes not only them but God look horribly bad. Honestly, like he's sittin' up there saying, "give these people your money and then, then you can come to me" I call total bullshit on that.
Its people like this who give any kind of religion a bad name. Don't get me wrong, I ain't a pusher like my human Christianity requires, but come on people. I get it, I get why so many people shy or push God away, because of people like that. Who pretend that they want you to see the light of God, but only really want the numbers and the money.
This I tell you, is not what it's about. It is about: finding peace within yourself, peace within this world and having a personal relationship with Him. Not about things of Man: money, greed, and power. None of these things will make you a better person, none.
It just makes me sooooooo angry to see people who are supposed to be praising Him, use his name as a profit. Like God really cares if you send X amount of dollars so some Jewish fellow or family can go back to Israel. If he wanted it to be so, then it would be.
What about all the poor neglected people here? The people who cannot afford to go to the Dr.'s? Or, get a prescription? Or even eat? Pay rent, go to college, have heat in their homes? Where's the Christians on t.v. asking for that money?!! Huh?!!
Lots of people in this very country, or your very town struggle and struggle hard. Where are all those do gooder Christians then? I'll tell ya'. They're at church listening to there Pastor tell them they need to send their hard earned money to the Amazon. Ya' the people in the Amazon don't have running water or an indoor toilet. You wanna know why they go there, not only to give them those "Western Comforts", but to spread "the word". If the "word" is so important, why not give it to some Mom in Denver who is addicted to Meth. Let her know how powerful and healing He is? Why waste all this money to go so far away, when people here are hurting, and need the help more?
I tell you, it is not God who has turned his back on you.....it is your fellow brothers and sisters. The very people who were sent/decided to spread his word have flawed God's word with their own immoralities. They have put shame on God not God himself.
WWJD? Slap all you bastards in the face, that's what he would do.
*by bastards I mean those who do wrong with His word, that's right.
I do realize to many that I may not come across as the typical Christian. I'm not, yet I do believe that He is my savior, and he died for me. That's all that matters. I am human, and I'm not Jesus. I'm not perfect and neither are none of you. I give creds to those who are trying to live their lives in His emulation, but what I've said above.....that's the worst person to be in my opinion. A hypocrite. I can tell you, yah I drink, curse, and have immoralities of my own, but everyone of those immoralities is mine and forgiven....at least I can say, I don't try to trick people into giving their money for nothing. Cause' God doesn't want your money, just your love....
While t.v. surfing, not net surfing for a change I stumbled across some ludacris crap about some Jewish people needing money, money so they could make it back to their homeland.
"Please, send $350.00 to help one Jewish person back to their homeland, anything you can send is appreciated"
I cannot stand how some people use the word of God to manipulate people. It makes not only them but God look horribly bad. Honestly, like he's sittin' up there saying, "give these people your money and then, then you can come to me" I call total bullshit on that.
Its people like this who give any kind of religion a bad name. Don't get me wrong, I ain't a pusher like my human Christianity requires, but come on people. I get it, I get why so many people shy or push God away, because of people like that. Who pretend that they want you to see the light of God, but only really want the numbers and the money.
This I tell you, is not what it's about. It is about: finding peace within yourself, peace within this world and having a personal relationship with Him. Not about things of Man: money, greed, and power. None of these things will make you a better person, none.
It just makes me sooooooo angry to see people who are supposed to be praising Him, use his name as a profit. Like God really cares if you send X amount of dollars so some Jewish fellow or family can go back to Israel. If he wanted it to be so, then it would be.
What about all the poor neglected people here? The people who cannot afford to go to the Dr.'s? Or, get a prescription? Or even eat? Pay rent, go to college, have heat in their homes? Where's the Christians on t.v. asking for that money?!! Huh?!!
Lots of people in this very country, or your very town struggle and struggle hard. Where are all those do gooder Christians then? I'll tell ya'. They're at church listening to there Pastor tell them they need to send their hard earned money to the Amazon. Ya' the people in the Amazon don't have running water or an indoor toilet. You wanna know why they go there, not only to give them those "Western Comforts", but to spread "the word". If the "word" is so important, why not give it to some Mom in Denver who is addicted to Meth. Let her know how powerful and healing He is? Why waste all this money to go so far away, when people here are hurting, and need the help more?
I tell you, it is not God who has turned his back on you.....it is your fellow brothers and sisters. The very people who were sent/decided to spread his word have flawed God's word with their own immoralities. They have put shame on God not God himself.
WWJD? Slap all you bastards in the face, that's what he would do.
*by bastards I mean those who do wrong with His word, that's right.
I do realize to many that I may not come across as the typical Christian. I'm not, yet I do believe that He is my savior, and he died for me. That's all that matters. I am human, and I'm not Jesus. I'm not perfect and neither are none of you. I give creds to those who are trying to live their lives in His emulation, but what I've said above.....that's the worst person to be in my opinion. A hypocrite. I can tell you, yah I drink, curse, and have immoralities of my own, but everyone of those immoralities is mine and forgiven....at least I can say, I don't try to trick people into giving their money for nothing. Cause' God doesn't want your money, just your love....
Monday, February 25, 2008
Too Caudle or Not to Caudle?
So, on Saturday night after having a few shots and playin up the Wii bowling and some Guitar Hero, my two fabulous neighbors Kacey and Reid and I got into a heated discussion about supporting family members who are kinda fucked up.
My stand on it is a 50/50 split. On one hand I don't wanna turn my back on those I love, yet I don't wanna keep standing by them when they make bad decisions. For instance, my middle bro Luke is a repeat offender. He drinks, gets into fights then ends up going to jail. He just got out a couple of weeks ago after an eight month stint up at Jefferson County. I wrote to him while he was there and visited him once. No doubt do I love him, he's my little bro. I just don't wanna get too close cause' I don't want him to think that I agree with the way he lives his life. He's 24, he should be doing more productive things with his life, ya' know? Plus, most of the time he comes down here trouble comes with him. My husband and I have been in numerous arguments bout him.
This is where Reid stands: maybe it's because he's a man and has his shit together that he expects the same thing out of others. I know that Adam would agree with him. I think he thinks that unless that said person has their act together that they shouldn't be associated with by other family members. How this relates to him is that is brother in-law is kinda like my bro.
Kacey on the other hand wants to fully be there for him (her bro/nephew?). I guess she is just that type of person who loves unconditionally. Which is a great way to be.
Yet being like this I believe can have a negative effect. Let's take my Mom for instance. She is always taking care of Luke, no matter what. How is he gonna learn to be responsible for himself and his actions if Mom is always gonna be there to bail him out? That's right HE WON'T!!! He will be a grown baby his whole life. Fucking cut the umbilical cord already.
So, overall I say that I'd have to be more to side of letting people make their own mistakes and learn from them. Don't keep bailing them out, love them unconditionally and just let them know that when they're ready to grow up, you'll be there waiting for them.
Lets just pray that maybe this time, this time he'll do what's right. Follow through on what he's says he's gonna do and enlist. Hell, if we can't straighten him out, maybe the military can? Anythings possible....
My stand on it is a 50/50 split. On one hand I don't wanna turn my back on those I love, yet I don't wanna keep standing by them when they make bad decisions. For instance, my middle bro Luke is a repeat offender. He drinks, gets into fights then ends up going to jail. He just got out a couple of weeks ago after an eight month stint up at Jefferson County. I wrote to him while he was there and visited him once. No doubt do I love him, he's my little bro. I just don't wanna get too close cause' I don't want him to think that I agree with the way he lives his life. He's 24, he should be doing more productive things with his life, ya' know? Plus, most of the time he comes down here trouble comes with him. My husband and I have been in numerous arguments bout him.
This is where Reid stands: maybe it's because he's a man and has his shit together that he expects the same thing out of others. I know that Adam would agree with him. I think he thinks that unless that said person has their act together that they shouldn't be associated with by other family members. How this relates to him is that is brother in-law is kinda like my bro.
Kacey on the other hand wants to fully be there for him (her bro/nephew?). I guess she is just that type of person who loves unconditionally. Which is a great way to be.
Yet being like this I believe can have a negative effect. Let's take my Mom for instance. She is always taking care of Luke, no matter what. How is he gonna learn to be responsible for himself and his actions if Mom is always gonna be there to bail him out? That's right HE WON'T!!! He will be a grown baby his whole life. Fucking cut the umbilical cord already.
So, overall I say that I'd have to be more to side of letting people make their own mistakes and learn from them. Don't keep bailing them out, love them unconditionally and just let them know that when they're ready to grow up, you'll be there waiting for them.
Lets just pray that maybe this time, this time he'll do what's right. Follow through on what he's says he's gonna do and enlist. Hell, if we can't straighten him out, maybe the military can? Anythings possible....
Don't wanna know your name......
http://www.starterupsteve.com/swf/Group_X_video.html
This is a video a Myspace friend of mine put up, its hilarious!! It really shows what all men want, but in a funny sorta way.
This is a video a Myspace friend of mine put up, its hilarious!! It really shows what all men want, but in a funny sorta way.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Damsel in Distress
What the hell happened to chivalry? Or even to common courtesy?
I'll tell ya'! People are too damn lazy to help someone else out these days. What is it you gripe about Natasha? Well, yesterday I was coming home from my yearly woman check up, yay fun! To add more fun to my day, I was coming off the the highway at 120th and my car started to kinda shake and not go. I'm trippin' cause my gas meter said I still had some so I'm wondering what the F*** is going on?! The Cavalier is finally dying, right here right now!! At times my precious car has been known to lie about how much gas it has, so I'm just prayin' that's what it is. So, I pull off the highway and am searching in my memory as to where the nearest station is? First left right off the highway, hallelujah!! I make it to the double turning lane about half-way back from the light and it dies!!!! So, I'm wavin' peeps around me and put the hazards on. Shit , shit , shit. No cell phone, by myself, crap. I know , i know how come you don't have a cell phone? I stay at home with the kids, why do I need a phone??? For instances like these, Natasha. OOps my bad.
So I get out and push my car to the light. Get back in and wait. Does anyone, anyone ask me if I need help? NO!! Oh, snap! I'm gonna have to push this bitch across the street by myself. Light goes green. I let the people in the left hand lane go, then I get out and push that hunk across the intersection and hop in just as it turns red. Whew!!
Coast into the station, but the pumps are uphill!!!!! Park the car, and then a gentleman asks me if I need help???!!! Uh, no buddy. I'm getting a gas can and finishing this out by myself!!! It all ends well. The car is good, and I got my exercise for the week.
The thing that boggles my mind is: Why? Why did no one help me? A woman, by herself, pushing a car. Hmmm.....this is why I hate people.
But you know what really burns my biscuits? I'm that person who stops on the highway to jump start someones car, even though I'm running late. I'm that person who helps you push your car out of traffic.
Karma is bullshit!!
I can't help but wonder, if I were wearing skimpier clothes or dressed like I'd just got off my stripping job (jk) would someone had stopped? Probably. And that is lame.
*note to self: wear six inch stilletos everywhere
Note to everyone else: Take time out of your day to help someone who needs it
I'll tell ya'! People are too damn lazy to help someone else out these days. What is it you gripe about Natasha? Well, yesterday I was coming home from my yearly woman check up, yay fun! To add more fun to my day, I was coming off the the highway at 120th and my car started to kinda shake and not go. I'm trippin' cause my gas meter said I still had some so I'm wondering what the F*** is going on?! The Cavalier is finally dying, right here right now!! At times my precious car has been known to lie about how much gas it has, so I'm just prayin' that's what it is. So, I pull off the highway and am searching in my memory as to where the nearest station is? First left right off the highway, hallelujah!! I make it to the double turning lane about half-way back from the light and it dies!!!! So, I'm wavin' peeps around me and put the hazards on. Shit , shit , shit. No cell phone, by myself, crap. I know , i know how come you don't have a cell phone? I stay at home with the kids, why do I need a phone??? For instances like these, Natasha. OOps my bad.
So I get out and push my car to the light. Get back in and wait. Does anyone, anyone ask me if I need help? NO!! Oh, snap! I'm gonna have to push this bitch across the street by myself. Light goes green. I let the people in the left hand lane go, then I get out and push that hunk across the intersection and hop in just as it turns red. Whew!!
Coast into the station, but the pumps are uphill!!!!! Park the car, and then a gentleman asks me if I need help???!!! Uh, no buddy. I'm getting a gas can and finishing this out by myself!!! It all ends well. The car is good, and I got my exercise for the week.
The thing that boggles my mind is: Why? Why did no one help me? A woman, by herself, pushing a car. Hmmm.....this is why I hate people.
But you know what really burns my biscuits? I'm that person who stops on the highway to jump start someones car, even though I'm running late. I'm that person who helps you push your car out of traffic.
Karma is bullshit!!
I can't help but wonder, if I were wearing skimpier clothes or dressed like I'd just got off my stripping job (jk) would someone had stopped? Probably. And that is lame.
*note to self: wear six inch stilletos everywhere
Note to everyone else: Take time out of your day to help someone who needs it
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Why Bother?
Yeah so here goes a little boo babying.
Everyday I spend cleaning up after everyone, and it never ends. EVER! Get that coffee table shining so bright I could put my make-up on in its reflection. The next thing I know, Aidan is eating something on it and that's where it lands...on it. Ugh, and today he got mayo or some kind of food on his hand and then preceded to use the table as a napkin! I know my house is never gonna stay clean and that yes it is a battle that continues, but sometimes I wish I had a magic wand or a Fairly Oddparent to make the mess go away. Then I'd have more time to do the things that are really fun. Or maybe even sometime for myself.
Yet as I'm writing this, I kind of feel like an asshole. I'm greatly appreciative of my children regardless of the messes they make and I'm very happy that I get the privilege to stay home with them. Something does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing the hard work, love and effort that goes into preparing a meal for my fams or the accomplishment I feel after doing 8 loads of laundry which includes my husbands not so nice smelling undergarments. (sorry Adam)
Nothing could compare to the joy I get in getting to be the first person who sees Ali Babe say or do something new. Like recently when she started saying "Awwww" when she picks up her babies or sees the kitty cat. I love to get drawings from Aidan too which say on them "Aidan <3" which means Love Aidan.
So, yes there are a lot of messes to clean up...but its worth it
Everyday I spend cleaning up after everyone, and it never ends. EVER! Get that coffee table shining so bright I could put my make-up on in its reflection. The next thing I know, Aidan is eating something on it and that's where it lands...on it. Ugh, and today he got mayo or some kind of food on his hand and then preceded to use the table as a napkin! I know my house is never gonna stay clean and that yes it is a battle that continues, but sometimes I wish I had a magic wand or a Fairly Oddparent to make the mess go away. Then I'd have more time to do the things that are really fun. Or maybe even sometime for myself.
Yet as I'm writing this, I kind of feel like an asshole. I'm greatly appreciative of my children regardless of the messes they make and I'm very happy that I get the privilege to stay home with them. Something does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing the hard work, love and effort that goes into preparing a meal for my fams or the accomplishment I feel after doing 8 loads of laundry which includes my husbands not so nice smelling undergarments. (sorry Adam)
Nothing could compare to the joy I get in getting to be the first person who sees Ali Babe say or do something new. Like recently when she started saying "Awwww" when she picks up her babies or sees the kitty cat. I love to get drawings from Aidan too which say on them "Aidan <3" which means Love Aidan.
So, yes there are a lot of messes to clean up...but its worth it
Friday, January 25, 2008
Fecal Salsa anyone?
So, I decided to hit up Myspace chat room tonight and just see what was happening....the usual, movies, music, how badly Bush sucks as a President. I was totally turned off and taken back when I got lured into looking at porn!!
It starts out I was talking to someone from the CO, represent. Yet this person wanted me to go to a website that had to do with salsa. I figured since he lived in Peyton, CO that, that was a big business out there, salsa distribution. I thought that his family might have had a legit business wheeling and dealing in spicy habaneros. I check it out....and low and behold it is the most disgusting, outrageous trite garbage I've seen since I was sixteen and some freak kid at some Goth coffee shop showed my friends and I some fecalfeliac pictures!!! Nasty!!! That's all I have to say is, n-a-s-t-y-!
I maybe 26yrs old and not as naive as I used to be....but looks like I've got some learning to do.
Note to self and to anyone who reads:
DO NOT GO ONTO ANY MYSPACE CHAT ROOMS LATE AT NIGHT, NOR ANY TIME OF THE DAY!!!
Unless looking at poop is your thing, then have at it
I think I need to remedy my sleep patterns and go to bed like a normal person so that the fecalfeliacs can't get at me. That'll teach me lesson to stay up late. If anyone has any remedies to my sleep problems...I'd be glad to hear them. Feel free to leave them as comments or email me. I'd also like to hear about your chat issues or fecal issues no matter what they'd be. Ha! Yeah, I guess poop is funny, but not when you get tricked into looking at it.
Also, if anyone makes a sweet habanero salsa, I'm down. Just as long as it doesn't have to do with poop. Thanks :)
This is what my face looked liked when I realize the realm I'd stepped into. PISSED OFF!!
It starts out I was talking to someone from the CO, represent. Yet this person wanted me to go to a website that had to do with salsa. I figured since he lived in Peyton, CO that, that was a big business out there, salsa distribution. I thought that his family might have had a legit business wheeling and dealing in spicy habaneros. I check it out....and low and behold it is the most disgusting, outrageous trite garbage I've seen since I was sixteen and some freak kid at some Goth coffee shop showed my friends and I some fecalfeliac pictures!!! Nasty!!! That's all I have to say is, n-a-s-t-y-!
I maybe 26yrs old and not as naive as I used to be....but looks like I've got some learning to do.
Note to self and to anyone who reads:
DO NOT GO ONTO ANY MYSPACE CHAT ROOMS LATE AT NIGHT, NOR ANY TIME OF THE DAY!!!
Unless looking at poop is your thing, then have at it
I think I need to remedy my sleep patterns and go to bed like a normal person so that the fecalfeliacs can't get at me. That'll teach me lesson to stay up late. If anyone has any remedies to my sleep problems...I'd be glad to hear them. Feel free to leave them as comments or email me. I'd also like to hear about your chat issues or fecal issues no matter what they'd be. Ha! Yeah, I guess poop is funny, but not when you get tricked into looking at it.
Also, if anyone makes a sweet habanero salsa, I'm down. Just as long as it doesn't have to do with poop. Thanks :)
This is what my face looked liked when I realize the realm I'd stepped into. PISSED OFF!!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
P.J's are a girls bestfriend
So, I'm a habitual pajama wearer. This is mostly because I stay at home, so I'm most comfortable in these clothes. If someone took a pic of me in this condition I'd put it up, but I'm the "picture taker" in my household so there you go. This problem has gotten so bad that the neighbors, whom we hang out with ritualistically every Friday have decided to start calling me "P.J.". Great, I'm known as the lady who perpetually wears pajamas. Don't get me wrong, I love to dress up, put on make-up and do that whole bit. Yet I figure, if I'm at home with the kiddies, why or whom should I dress up for? Like Alice is gonna care if Mama is wearing jeans and a tee? So, I say to all the ladies out there in the same predicament, just be who you are. Fuck all that jazz about being that picturesque Mom who wears cute little dresses and make up waiting at home with a roast for her husband! If I have to stay home and wipe butts and mend cuts, then dammit I'm gonna be half way comfortable, right? Right. To my neighbors who don't know me as the hot mom I righteously am, all I have to say is....at least i"m not wearing "Mom Jeans" Ha!
Check this vid for the whole run down, hilarious
Check this vid for the whole run down, hilarious
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