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The art of being Holier than Thou…..

So yesterday was the anniversary of my step-father’s death.  I got through it, I kept busy and did positive things.  Which brings me to this blog…..

Since when is it cool to pick/tease on good things people do?  When do we decide what is acceptable positive action and what positive action is one to ridicule?  I don’t get why  people are so bitter to see a bunch of quizzes per day, sick of all the baby pictures your new mother friends are posting, tired of hearing about your friends vacations, tired of their accomplishments, and tired of their challenges to raise awareness for illnesses, ranging from life threatening to mental.

Well, GET OVER YOURSELF!  By complaining about these things you;  A. make the other person feel like you aren’t really a friend at all 9an that you’re an insensitive prick). B.  You’re clearly just jealous. C. You need to get a life, instead of trolling facebook all day. AND finally D. Sorry,we didn’t know the world revolved around you.

So, delete the people who bother you, instead of posting little digs at their positive life style.  Get off facebook and go back to make-out club or myspace you grumpy asses.  Or, shut the fuck up already, sorry we aren’t at your level of coolness.

p.s. my delete button will be in full effect if anyone of my so called friends has an issue with any kind of challenge with donations during autism awareness month. The ugly truth is this: Activism is better served via internet now a days, a sign and a march just doesn’t break the bank anymore.  The keyboard is mightier than both sword and pen!


until tomorrow!


Tv weekly

Week nights are veg out nights. My weekends are spent here there and everywhere. On the week nights I like to be as lazy as possible. However, I did fit in the gym today with my husband.  I only ran 2 miles, not my best, but I also haven’t worked out in two weeks. In that two weeks I swear to you I’ve gained 50 lbs.  Shark week didn’t help, cheetos definitely didn’t help.  So now I’m here, watching t.v..  Teen wolf, Atlantis, Candidly Nicole, Naked Dating. (we will get into these shows in upcoming blogs I’m sure) At this moment A Haunting is on while I wait to watch last night’s episode of Under the Dome.  The funny thing is since I’ve become and adult, nothing really has changed. I LOVE television. LOVE IT!!!!!  I’m surprised I’m not 250 plus pounds.

Anywho, today I went to work after being ill. It was a pretty good day, I was tired and my hand still hurt from the cuts I received why trying to shut the freaking cabinet door in the bathroom.  Sure I probably would’ve slowly closed the door instead of slamming if it wasn’t the  3rd time it opened it opened; causing me to bang my head into the corner while cleaning the floor. I never said my temper was the best. I guess I got my wish, the door will be fixed. And, by fixed I mean replaced with what Joe will call a boring door with no flare, no special touch.  Well, that special touch cut my hand and now my hand hurts so fuck that door!

All in all it’s been a pretty productive day. Finally made my bed, washed my hair, swept the floor, did the liter, as I stated before got the gym in, and now it’s tube time.


until tomorrow.


Yeah I said it.  Rollerblading, yeah I did it. Unfortunately, the ghetto ass rink roller blades suck for my falling arches. I am still recovering from the damage done to my ankles.  I’m talking blood, through my socks!  But I did it. Shout out to Sean P. for talking us into it, even though it didn’t too much.  So this year for my 36th birthday there will be skating rink fun!  I will be wrapping my ankles and hoping for the best.


God dammit, I’m OLD!  And ya know what, I don’t want to hear any back sass from you older folks. When you turned 36 I know you were bitching about it too, so STFU and let me rant.  I’m old, my bones hurt, I’m not in shape, and I’m moving closer and closer to death.  That’s some scary shit getting older. Now when I work out, I have to worry about working too hard. When I get angry I have to worry about getting too angry. When I eat I have to worry about what I’m eating. Heart attack central.  No one warns you of this shit when you are young, or maybe they did and I wasn’t listening. In any case, it sucks.


until tomorrow!


Sporadic (click on the links assholes)

Thanks to my sister I decided to write again. so, as I sit here and watch girl meets world I think about how I’ve let you all down. All 3 of you that still actually read my blog. I’m not as angry as I was, maybe that makes me less passionate about writing. I’m not as depressed as I use to be, so maybe that makes my writing a little dull. But here I am….I’m back!

I’ve posted about many of topics of the years, I’ve touched on them all.  Even me, my life, how I roll. Pretty sweet really, I wake up to 3 boys who fight going to school, who give me a hard time feeding the cats, who fight over well…..everything. Then I go to work, I do some art then listen to people moan on the phone. It’s glamorous I know.  I come home make way more elaborate dishes than I used to get as a child, and then I veg out on the tv.  Oh yeah almost forgot I go to the gym, I’m almost 36 there no way of avoiding that.

In my 35 years on this earth I’ve come to realize that life is not always exciting, life is not always daring and spectacular. Most of our days are spent in routines, tedious routines. So I blog, I read, I sign up for college to become something new. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s this:  If you stay in one place too long, you get stuck, you die young, you become BORING.  No thanks, that is definitely not the life for this Leo.

Until tomorrow!

saying goodbye..

Is never easy. It’s not like we don’t have practice, we start young. A day at the playground meeting new friends, Time to go Billy. A weekend at the beach….well work on Monday, Mary. That Midnight, he was a good dog…..Ghellar, Bella, I wish they would’ve lived longer.

Saying good-bye sucks. To a Parent biological or not, that is one of the worst. A person could argue that saying a goodbye to a child is the worst, and I wouldn’t argue back. I don’t know that pain and I HOPE I never do.  I do know the pain of losing a parent and a parental figure. I know that pain all too well. It SUCKS, it never gets easier. We tell ourselves it does. But, if you stop and think about that person……really think about then, in a moment of weakness, looking at a photograph, a certain smell, a song, an article of clothing, hell, a fucking t.v. show. In that moment it’s not easy, there’s a break. A tear in your heart that is never mended, maybe a piece of mesh falls over it to keep from all the happiness from pouring out.  But that one little tear stays with you a lifetime.

You no longer remember the fights, the nights wishing they were gone, wishing you never knew them, or even hating them. That’s all out the window. You’re left with a little hollow tear. Keep it small.  Keep it hidden at times. let the tears flow.


good day to you all.

This one’s for my friend.

I know it hurts, the sting is not so sweet. The pain is something unfamiliar, something unimaginable. Something, you never thought could be possible. Not with our childhood, not with what happens during those times. The times you wanna, not you wish you had a different life. We did that, we have a different life. But our past is our past and it’s a part of us. For all the bad times, there were good times. Wildwood, state fairs, air fresheners, water gun wars. It’s funny how the mind and heart works isn’t it?  We remember all the bad all the time and never the good until something happens. humans…..a funny thing.

I miss him, my step dad. everyday, the pain changes.  It doesn’t fade, it never goes away, we just learn to live with it, not accepting but living. I can’t even think too long before the tears come.  Do I have the words to ease your pain?

No, I’m sorry.

Do I have a shoulder for you to cry on, and ear for you to pour it all out into.


I can tell you something though, something I wish I did, something I wish everyday.  Call, and if he won’t answer… go to him.  And just know this, I love you. And the craziest thing is, he does too.



we may not agree on things….

…but we are friends.  I see this a lot, on  facebook, at work, around town. I enjoy seeing this, it gives me hope that we aren’t so wrapped up in ourselves that we can still have open minds. We can still find that something that joins us. That the things we don’t agree on don’t hold a candle to our actual likeness. What a crazy thing, right, humans. Silly and wonderful in so many ways.

I find myself shaking my head at the people online, and in life. The ones who really want to be right. Who just can’t let go until you flip sides to theirs.  I shake my head, get a little bit frustrated, then I get sad, and finally I move on. I’m not one to  hold grudges, I am just not made up that way. Sure I can stay angry for sometime, but that’s not a grudge as much as a hurt. A pain that the person I let in, that I thought knew me would put me in a situation that made me feel bad, or that they would not get where I’m coming from.

But, I get over it fast, I can forgive easily, and move on. It’s in the way I’m wired I suppose, and I wouldn’t change a thing.  Just thought I’d share.


Good day to you all.

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