Sung to Ac/Dc’s “Shoot to Thrill”<
Jedi: 🎶Have you ever farted? And realized that a little came out? 🎶 😂
Sung to Ac/Dc’s “Shoot to Thrill”<
Jedi: 🎶Have you ever farted? And realized that a little came out? 🎶 😂
– Good morning. Hey! Your hair looks like mine. Twinsies!
– Mom. Why is there no taco emoji? I must know the answer!
– Im pretty sure the cat has telepathic powers.
– Don’t forget I have drama practice today. I expect dinner when I get home. Im totally kidding, girlfriend.
– 🎶 (singing) Mom, I love you. You are so awesome. Because look at you. You have green hair. That’s awesome. And I looooove you. 🎶
All this in 10 minutes before he left for school.
He’s Buddy the Elf’s love child, I swear.
I wish I could tell you that I had some deep philosophical theory about why I pay someone to torture me for hours on end to have an image etched into my skin for the rest of my life, but I don’t. I don’t know why I get tattoos. I just know that every couple years something strikes me so profoundly emotionally that I feel it must have a physical manifestation.
THIS tattoo was actually an evolution of a previouw piece. THe year my divorce was finalized was tragic but still triumphant in many ways. I had to rip apart my family, set who I was ablaze and find a new reincarnation of myself. A phoenix it seemed was the right represntation of what I had just gone through. At the time I had the tattoo done, I was all about pushing through, surviving and being strong in some very, very dark times. THe tattoo itself was obscure. It was vaguely a phoenix and it was dark as if rising from the ashes but still being covered in soot. I had it plassed to left of my spine and behind my heart, where I think a spirit might reside if it had a physical place in your body. As the years have passed though, I have really found out exactly what kind of phoenix I am, I’m a lot more than just a survivor. I’ve found my wings, myself. I’ve learned how to fly. To soar. Thus, the tattoo needed to as well. It needed COLOR and love and soar…
And so now, it does.
“Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They carry immesnsely heavy loads, their tears having healing powers.” – JK Rowling
This picture really has no meaning. I saw it in a shop window after a couple drinks with friends, was amused and thought it made perfect sense as a representation of what one feels like after drinking Jäger. I can’t drink the stuff anymore. One too many Jäger bombs one night.
Last night was fun. Met up with some friends at a local brewery to celebrate, or maybe mourn, my bestest friend’s layoff. I don’t think it’s really hit her yet and still feels like a vacation right now. She has no plans for where to go next. She’s not worried and neither am I. Honestly, this woman has been through so much and she always lands on her feet. I admire that in people. When life knocks them down, that they can get back up, brush themselves off and forge ahead with their sense of humor still in tact. It would be much easier to sit and sulk and point fingers, but she never does. Im very thankful to have her in my life.
When I had my miscarriage several years back, I had to go into the office following my D&C for a follow up and the waiting room was full of happy expectant mothers. I walked back outside and called her. I didn’t know how I would do this or if I even could. She told me that I was fine. That I would pull my big girl panties up, walk back inside and be happy for those women because I had known motherhood but I had also known loss and because I was the strongest person she knew, I would smile knowing the true worth of what I witnessing. She was right. That’s exactly what I did.
Anyway, last night was a good time. The husband came out, was a good sport and designated driver. I enjoyed my time with him. Im extremely appreciative that he is trying. Holding my hands, playing with my hair…I love those little moments between us. And after witnessing the horror of single life up close and personal , Im VERY grateful to be married. To him.
I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. It felt really good.
I must say….tequila in salt-rimmed glasses with that green juice…not bad
Last night ended up being one of the best nights I had had in a very long time.
A couple days ago I got a call from my friend, Biscuit, who is very dear to my heart but lives on the other side of the country. Unfortunately she told me she would be here for a funeral but wanted to get together. After a long week, yesterday I got to go rescue her.
We spent the afternoon catching up and talking to each other in a way that most people in my life just don’t truly understand or appreciate. If I went into all the ways that our souls intertwine, I could write a novel on the subject. So, in short, I will just say that she gets me. She also shares something with me that nobody else on Earth will ever understand because they did not experience it which makes her all that more endearing to me.
It just so happens that this friend of mine has always reminded me of a friend of my Husbster and I have always thought in my head if those two hooked up – it would either be disastrous, or the best thing that ever happened. I took a chance. What the hell…she’s only in town for a couple of days.
We went out and had the absolute best time you can have in a snow storm that cancels your plans and makes you stay in and play board games and watch Fraggile Rock. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Between the two of our friends, sometimes I had to run to the bathroom because I literally thought I might pee myself in a fit of laughter.
It was just a really good time that did my soul good.
Friday afternoon I got a text from Matilda. Some of you will remember Matilda (she’s the one that showed up drunk to my son’s birthday one year or who stopped by my blog one day when I wrote about the problems with my oldest son to tell me how I just need to deal with it and I am plagued with “made up diseases”) It’s a love hate relationship. I love her, she hates everyone.
Basically, she’s someone whom I used to consider a friend. Someone who I care about immensely but find it is a waste to invest anything emotionally with. If, I had the slightest hint that it mattered to her, I might feel bad about saying what I’m saying, but the truth is….she’s said enough about me when I least expected it for me to really care anymore. Real truth be told, I care about her daughter like I would a niece of my own. I adore her and I care enough about her to occasionally expose myself to her mother’s toxic personality at the hopes of keeping up with her.
About two weeks ago, Matilda called me and asked me if she could interview me for a thing she has to do for school about someone in a profession in which she has an interest in. I agreed only because I convinced her to meet me on my lunch break and I knew 1. there was a set time limit on my lunch and 2. she would be sober. As I’m getting ready to leave, Jen more or less invites herself along to lunch with me which I was sure was going to make the experience with Matilda alot more interesting. Matilda has a way of hating everyone new that she meets and not being so secretive about it.
Lunch went well. Matilda was on her best behavior. Conversation turned at one point to her drinking habits and how much better she was doing and then on to how her brother would playing out Friday night in a battle of the bands. She invited me to go and I said I’d talk to Jer. I had decided I wasn’t going to go unless I could get another friend to go with me because IF Matilda ended up drinking the way she used to, I didn’t want to have wasted an entire night out on the town with “grown ups”.
Friday night arrives and Jody from work and her husband are up for a battle of the bands so we agree to meet there. I walk in and see Matilda’s brother and sister at the bar, sober, and walk up and greet them. I ask about Matilda and her sister points her out across the room. I sneak up behind her and grab her butt and the second she turned around I knew I was in trouble.
First, she looked at me with half opened eyes and turned back around and then she turned back around for a double take, eyes wide open, latches on to me screaming in my ear that she’s sooooo happy I’m there. She reeks. She almost topples both of us over onto the speaker system behind. The next twenty minutes involves her introducing me to people as her “professional friend, Stephanie, who is way better than me” and fumbling through conversations that I cannot follow sober, but which the other drunk patrons don’t seem to be able to follow either. I leave her with her “friends” and make my way over to Jody and her husband.
I step out on the patio with Jody for a smoke and here comes Matilda stumbling through the door. She walks right up to Jody and starts in on her. Asking her if she has a banana clip in her hair – this is meant to be an insult, making up some bizarre story about her children trying to stir her from a druken slumber for work, which she tells us is a joke, that apparently we both didn’t get. Then she, thankfully, turns her attention to two much younger, cutesy girls nearby. A girl named Kristina in an orange dress and orange heels and Jen who was about to have her skills checked in smart ass remarks.
This is the actual conversation, verbatum…
Matilda: Stephanie, this is Kristina with a “K” because she spells it the friendly way and Jen. (she introduced them backwards by the way)
Jen: Hello, nice to meet you
Me: Oh, I’m sure this isn’t going to be as nice as you might think it is.
Matilda: So Kristina (actually Jen) is here because she has a friend in a lame band.
Jen: Oh, you’re assuming. Do you know what happens when you assume?
Matilda: Oh, you think you’re going to tell ME something. You think you know something? You think because someone BLACK told you a little catch assume phrase that you know something? I know black people.
Me: What does the assume breakdown have to do with being black? I know black people I don’t think one of them has ever said the assume thing that Jen is about to say.
Jen: Jen, actually.
Matilda: No, tell me child, what does it mean when I assume?
Jen: It makes an ass out of you, not me.
Matilda: Bitch, I am a rivalaring bitch. Do you know how to spell rivalaring?
Jen: Thats why I’m going to college.
Matilda: You’re going to college to learn how to spell rivalaring? That’s a waste of fuckin money. Don’t use words you can’t spell, sugah.
Jen: I didn’t use it.
Jen: I didn’t use that word, you did, but I can spell it.
Me: Okie dokie. This has been fun. Kristina, Jen, it was very nice meeting you and good luck in college, ladies.
Kristina either really didn’t say much or I might have blocked it out after the third time she used the word “stellar”. I don’t like that word. Nothing personal.
With Jody and I back inside, we ducked into a back booth with our Hubbies and go into stealth mode. Looking at each other with wide eyes. Me issuing lots of apologies and waiting in stunned silence. Then Kristina and Jen come back in. I can’t hear what they are saying from across the room but I can tell by their acted out druken mannerisms and how much they resemble Matilda that they are recanting the patio story.
No sooner do they finish their story, does Matilda stumble in past them walking across the whole room in front of the stage, oblivious to the fact that her pants have slid down past her nonexistent hips revealing the majority of her arse. The whole place is pointing and cackling. Matilda had become “that drunk lady”.
It was absolutely horrible. I walked over to hug Matilda goodbye and made an awkward attempt at trying to pull up her pants which she was thankfully oblivious to. We didn’t stay very long after that. The whole way home I told Jer about the first time I met Matilda and how I had always been enthralled by her “intelligence” and “brutal honesty” and in the middle of that conversation I realized that being loud and opinionated doesn’t make you smart and in fact, as it turns out Matilda is quite ignorant. It was just so striking to me that Matilda used to be the kinda girl that everyone seemed to move out of the way for….
but I guess they still do.
I’m having a really good weekend if I do say so myself.
Pickle had a friend stay the night Friday. I’m friends with Pickle’s friend’s Mom so she sat and chatted with me for awhile when she dropped off his sleeping bag and what not. As soon as she walked in the house, her face lit up and she said, “Wow. Your house, and you…. just seem so happy. It feels like home. Feels a lot different than the last time I was here.” That made me feel good. Of course, the kids had a lot of fun. We had pizza and made cupcakes. There was lots of giggling about farts and burps. I don’t care how old you are, it never stops being funny. Made me think about having my cousin Ni spend the night when we were little and how we would stay up telling stories about Mr. Diaherra and Mrs. Poop and their little boy, Turd and we would laugh and laugh. My Dad would come in and say in a very stern voice, “Time to sleep, girls.” and we’d muster our laughs until he left the room and then one of us would whisper, “fart” and the giggling would resume.
Ahh..yes, the good old days.
Anyway, Jer and I made a BIG breakfast Saturday morning. Everybody was in a really good mood. The kids kept saying, “This is the best day ever.” It was really sweet. Then the boys went to stay the night with ex-mom-in-law last night and the Diva went to my parents. I went out with boyfriend and an old friend and some new friends I’ve made recently. Had some drinks, did some dancing – on a stage for an added bonus. Ate a meal at 3 a.m. Basically, I acted my age. Ok, maybe a little younger.
Then I came home got in my jammies, slept til noon today. Got up and watched a B movie with the boyfriend (Ha- I have a boyfriend) and decided it was a pajama day. I am trying not to do much. I did some laundry and dishes and picked up a little first, but then it was just lounging. There was a big tickle/wrestling match. The girls (Me & Diva) vs. The boy (Jer).
And now it’s actually nice enough to sit out on my patio with my laptop and write a blog, while the kids run around around the yard. Exciting stuff. Spring is around the corner and I couldn’t be happier about that.
I’m very content.
i’ll be so glad when this roller coaster ride is over.
friday…. we ordered pizza and wings for dinner. we were supposed to watch a movie. it seemed as though we were going to be civil. then he started asking me what had happened with my attorney. he wasn’t happy that i had filed for divorce. correction, he didn’t get upset, no sadness. he just got pissy. started running his mouth to me. he said some really shitty things. he implied a lot of things that i didn’t appreciate at all and only made me further affirm that i had made the right decision. then, he decided to tell me that he was considering taking our oldest son with him. of course, as momma bear, this set me off. his response, after he had promised me he wouldn’t do this anymore, was to get on the phone with his brother and start talking about me right in front of me. letting me hear what his brother was saying and giving me a really smug smile. i reacted. i shouldn’t have but, i had had all i could take. i went off about how his brother really doesn’t give a shit about him or the kids. where has he been for 6 years. how interesting it was that when he and his fiance broke up a couple months ago, that he made sure to tell everyone what the counselor had said about HER as if it were gospel, but didn’t ask what our counselor had said to his brother. he asked me if i wanted to talk to him and i said no, just to tell him that as long as i drew breath, i wouldn’t forget his part in destroying my family. to make matters worse, his brother, who knows everything and nothing at the same time, decides to go call my mommy and daddy and tattle on me. my dad called me to check on me and asked what was going on. i told him that i had gone off, i had been cussing like a bad girl and yes, the kids were here, but it was after i had been threatened with having my son taken away and after he had purposely called and gotten his brother involved to set me off. then i cried to my dad for about an hour, telling him that i don’t want to be angry, but that it’s just a defense to how hurt i am.
saturday was rough. we went to my mother in law’s to see her friend whose husband just committed suicide. it was just really emotional and we all cried and laughed and remembered better days. then my mother in law wanted me to show her friend this dvd of pictures we had made her for her 50th birthday. it had pictures of all her kids growing up and then there were pictures of all of us now. when we got married, when the kids were born, all of us toasting at a thanksgiving dinner … it was hard to watch. part of me wonders if she did this on purpose. when we finally left, i was emotionally drained. in the car on the way home, he turned to me and commented about how hard it had been for him to watch that dvd and how you forget about all the memories sometimes. we went to dinner with the kids and had a pretty good time, laughing at them and being a family. this is also bittersweet. i came home and took a shower and laid down for a little bit. i woke up to him with his arms wrapped around me, talking his sweet nothings. he knows all the right things to say, it’s just always a little too late. i didn’t respond.
i went out saturday night with my girlfriend since it is “his weekend”. this too was weird. we got hit on by drunk old guys, who got a little too touchy feely for our liking. so we bailed and went to a couple other bars, had some good laughs with the bartenders, saw two bar fights, made a trip to taco bell which led to us laughing so hard at each other that we couldn’t get our order out. for some reason the words: cheesy gordita crunch – are really hard to say when you’ve got a buzz on. they’re just funny. guess you had to be there. we went back to her place and did the whole jammies and girl talk thing. i do adore her.
sunday- she made me spam and eggs and coffee. it was simple and really good. surprisingly we didn’t’ have a hangover and were feeling pretty darn spiffy. after more girl talk and catching up on world affairs and the flavor of love 2, i grudgingly got dressed and left. my mother in law lives about a block away so i stopped by to check on her. having spent a week with her grieving girlfriend, she’s exhausted and i felt bad for both of them. we had a cup of coffee together and i bolted when my sister in law showed up. got home. he told me that he had actually missed me. he said it as if it were surprising to him. weird. got lots of hugs from the kids. we decided to enjoy the nice weather and take the Jeep out with the top down. our oldest son started telling his dad how he needed to be nicer and act more like me and then we would get along much better. he told him that he does “too much stuff the opposite“. he said “mommy cleans and you make a mess, mommy stays home with us all the time and you’re always gone“. ahhh, the things kids say. picked up some stuff to cook out. had one of the kids’ friends over. had a pretty good time. then we sat down to do the bills. this would be his first time doing it … ever. we’re trying to split our stuff up so, it wasn’t fun. i swear the guy needs you to hold his hand to do anything, but yet- he’s “the man”. it’s just annoying. we pretty much just avoided each other after that. he slept on the couch, i slept alone in the bed and things have moved on in their robotic way.
i think he’s going to be served with divorce papers at work today. should make for an interesting evening.
My night out with Crazie Friday was just what I needed. She took me out to Cheeseburgers in Paradise and treated me to a huge glass of Sangria and of course…cheeseburgers as a way to celebrate my return to school. Had never been there before and rather enjoyed myself. At first, I thought the lounge singer was really cheesy, but then I realized that maybe that was the point and started singing along. Or maybe that was the huge glass of sangria kicking in. We had a very cool bar maid named, Jessica, who kept us entertained with her sarcasm and ability to throw full pints of beer across the bar without spilling them. It was all very ‘Cocktail‘ like. Stopped by and visited a friend’s bar and had a Jell-O shot she pawned off on us. Then over to Chuck’s Steakhouse to people watch and see First Offense, who kicked ass!
We started working on the patio in the back yard this weekend. We got all the edging up, got the fire pit set up and
husband finished about 1/3 of the surface area. It’s going to be really nice when it’s all done. I’m thinking maybe we’ll have everyone over and have drinks by the fire. Really looking forward to that. We were supposed to go see his Dad’s band play out Saturday night but he said he didn’t want to go and we went on a date by ourselves. (gasp)
I got my enrollment completed for school. Paid my deposit. I am officially a college student … again. Got registered in my first classes. Still waiting for UofA to process my transcript request so I can find out how many of my credits will transfer and what classes I DON’T have to take … again. Hopefully, I can get my orientation done tomorrow. The plan is to finish my Bachelor’s online ASAP so that I can still be home with the kiddos and then about the time I’m wrapping this up my baby girl will be headed to Kindergarten and then I can start working or go to Law School. I’m interested in Alternative Dispute Resolution, Mediation, Family Law kinds of things. It’s a little more expensive to do this online, but well worth it since I can still be at home. That’s my top priority. I’ll just be really happy and feel accomplished to have my Bachelor’s before I turn 30.
What I’d really like to be when I grow up is a guardian ad litem. They are like lawyers issued to find/protect the best interests of a child in court cases, whether it be victim rights in criminal cases or being an advocate for a child in a custody dispute. They don’t work for either side, they work for the child and having seen what I’ve seen through the court systems, that interests me a lot.
Pickle had his neurology appt at Children’s hospital. Took all 3 kids this time which was pretty funny. They are good kids but put all 3 of them in a little tiny exam room with 1 toy and it’s survival of the loudest. lol.
Here’s a funny kid story for the week…. I took Diva to get new shoes the other day and she was looking at the boy shoes and I, of course, was trying to find her something girly. We finally compromised on a pair of pink, cavas, mary janes but I showed her these Cinderella shoes that lite up and said,
“Are you sure you don’t want these princess shoes?”
She sighs, rolls her eyes, put her hands on her hips and says,
“Mom, please stop it. I want this shoe.”
Kinda mind blowing, watching her go from 3 to 13 right before my eyes.
My best friend called me Sunday and wanted to do lunch, but with all the patio stuff going on, we postponed til Monday. We had good conversations. I got to pass off some of my favorite books to her. I also really like that she appreciates General Tso’s Chicken as much as I do. It was really good.
Now that I’ve rattled off a bunch of nonsense to waste time and try to tire myself out (and it didn’t work) I’ll go back to clearing out my CPU so I can sell it. The laptop my
husband ordered me for school arrived this afternoon. I feel so grown-up using it. Did I mention that he somehow ended up ordering one for himself as well? Funny how that worked out. lol. Boys and their toys. He just couldn’t resist. This is like the time on my 20th birthday that he told me he wanted to take me to get my first tattoo and after my $55 tattoo on the small of my back … he dropped $120 on one that covered his whole forearm and the man had about 10 prior to this inking, but he just couldn’t resist. Ahh, whatever … he works hard. It’s nice that he’s able to treat himself to things as well. Despite being male … he’s alright.
Today is Ni’s ultrasound. She finds out the sex of the baby. I predict it’s a boy. I can’t wait to find out.