I love them and hate them. I get to sleep in. I only have MY unwashed heathens to deal with. Today was a snow day. No school. No work. Crank-ass kids.
The oldest was pissed because he couldn't see his girlfriend. The youngest was pissed because it was too windy for him to go play in the snow. Me? I just wanted to get pissed!
Instead I did what normal people do .... laundry, cleaning and having sex talk time with Jack. Oh wait, that was at 3am. Ok, I wanted to have more sex talk time. Butt, he was busy fighting with a computer. No sexy time. Damn.
Wanted to bake more today. Didn't. I needed Almond filling, I bought Almond paste. Damn.
Wanted to take a nap. Didn't. Between the kids, the phone and the wind blowing, a nap was out of the question. Damn.
Ah well .... at least I didn't called a fucking bitch whore today. Bonus!
I so had an entirely DIFFERENT post in mind when I sat down to write. But once I opened my email, my original post *poofed* into another dimension. It's rolling around some other part of my head now. Yeah, scary thought, I know.
Back to my email. I've been running around like a woman possessed today. Who knows, maybe I am. Just call me Sybil now. Or Reagan. Anyway, fuck .... I can't seem to stay on track can I?! I am rambling like a school girl who just got her first kiss. Well, I kinda am.
Ok, like I said, I was busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. Today was the start of the massive baking project. I made 6 different types of cookie dough that should yield close to 1000 cookies by the time i'm done, and that's not all of them either.
So, when I finally got the chance to sit down to write and check emails, I found an absolutely lovely email containing this:
I was stunned. Floored. Shocked. Thrilled.
Even more so when I saw who the award was from. The man who gave this to me is incredibly talented. I mean, REALLY talented. His writing always takes me away. He knows how to tell a tale, and the way he weaves words? Stunning and brilliant. He's absolutely gorgeous, and he always leaves you wanting more. Must be the Celt in him.
Who is this man you say? Why, it's none other than Jimmy Bastard. If you're not familiar with him, you should be. Trust me, you'll not be disappointed.
Thank you Jimmy doll, you honor me with this. Truly.
*This song is just for you Jimmy doll ..... enjoy! (Sorry luv .... couldn't resist!)
a junkyard around here. First my van died. Then, my SIL car died. Oh, and her freezer croaked too.
So, we have a lightless top portion of a Christmas tree, 2 dead cars and another freezer that went tits up. OH! I forgot, I broke the knob off my stove for one the burners. Oh yeah folks, you can take the girl out of the Trailer Park, but you can't take the Trailer Park out of the girl. (Yes, I lived in a trailer when I lived in FL .... for 3 years) I am so feeling the holiday spirit!
Ummm .... are my shed doors supposed to be laying IN the snow?????
Can someone please tell me why I have one eyebrow that is still a lovely shade of red and one that is almost completely gray? WTF?????????? Explain it to me like i'm a five year old. I don't get it.
Can someone please tell me why the lights on the top portion of my brand spanking new pre-lit tree will NOT light up? (don't say a blown bulb .... I changed ALL of them!) WTF????? Explain it to me like i'm a five year old. I don't get it.
