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Birthdays and a best friend….(again with the links)

I’m a total asshole when it comes to this significant date.  Every year I have nothing to give,  and most of the time I can’t even go out.  Money sucks, hence going back to school.  I don’t even want to be ridiculously rich, I just wanna be able to go out on a close friends birthday and get her something special.  It’s not too much to ask, is it?

Well, this year is different.  I got the gifts, and I can go out.  a freaking miracle!  Tomorrow I hear we are off to Skyzone, which is wall to wall trampolines literally a mile away from my house.   I’m super stoked, I just hope I don’t pee myself.  Yeah that’s right, piss my pants. It’s what happens after 3 kids.

Second part of my title. My bestie, she’s great. She’s probably the only person other than my husband who knows me completely, and I’m most certain there are some things she knows a little better than him.  Well on this July 30th it’s her 36th. Yeah we are getting old. I will never forget the first day of school at the bus stop in Medford. Walking up and being highly annoyed that a girl was in my spot waiting for the bus. In her stone washed ripped with lace underneath jeans.  I did love her hair, perms were so cool back then. Of course the both of us didn’t speak to each other for months, and honestly I can’t remember whom actually started talking to whom first?  My memory has failed me.  The important things I definitely recall, giving her a best friend charm in front of her so to be formal best friend. Starting up a babysitting service, watch Donnie, playing on speed bumps, Riding bikes. The bug who opened her front door, going to the pool, JAMESWAY!

Here’s to you Crystal, 36 years young.  Here’s to 50 more years, growing old is gonna be fun!


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!

It’s raining bullets

English: Cast bullets: as cast (on left), with...

English: Cast bullets: as cast (on left), with gas check (center), and lubricated (on right). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Not really, I’m in a pretty nice neighborhood.  However, along with bullets there are guns.  Hot topic I know, but what I also know is that there is a lot of bull crap going around.  No not real bull crap, I mean a lot of lies a lot of mis-information.  So let’s break it down, Yo gabba gabba style.  not really….

After the Connecticut tragedy the president replied to and out pour of children and adults asking for more strict gun laws.  A sane person would question this but with our social media things get twisted and people don’t take too kindly to their “rights” taken away.  Of course the NRA and every person who owns a gun decided the only real way to fight this was to arm more people. Put armed guns at our schools.  As a parent I disagree on so many levels.  One main level is this, I asked my son how he would feel if there was a police guy that stood guard at his school.  He was all for it, then I asked him this, what if there were a few people guarding your school carrying guns in the hallways?  He almost cried, why you ask, well because my son at the age of 9 knows that a gun can go off at any point and after all the coverage he’s seen on the news. That can be a really scary thing to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Even with the most skilled marksman this accidental killing can occur.  “Guns don’t kill people, people do.”  You’re absolutely right when you make a broad statement like that one. The thing is if no one had guns your theory is completely fool-proof, however we all know that isn’t going to be the case, ever.  Yes people with guns kill people, but they kill them with that said gun.  So,  my point, you still need a gun to kill and stricter laws can prevent a lot of the tragedy we’ve seen in the last 10 to 12 years.

People actually have a problem with background checks, I’m not even joking, they really do.  It’s a violation of their rights?  REALLY?!?  Well, I have something to say to those people, you are violating my right to live free of worrying about WHEN I’m going to get shot because some stupid fuck wants to have his right to carry a semi automatic, hell even a hand pistol.  People actually have a problem with how much ammo you are allowed to buy….are you kidding me who needs a stock pile of fucking bullets.  That guy who shot up that school, that’s what his mom was teaching him, to stock pile to get ready for when the world goes to shit.  Hey I got an idea why don’t you  people take that energy and put it into making this world a better place so we DON’T have to worrying about the world going to “shit”.

These are the real laws purposed:

Require criminal background checks for all gun sales. (a.k.a. closing the “gun show loophole.”)

Reinstate and strengthen the assault weapons ban.

Restore the 10-round limit on ammunition magazines.

Protect police by finishing the job of getting rid of armor-piercing bullets.

Give law enforcement additional tools to prevent and prosecute gun crime.

End the freeze on gun violence research.

So I ask you, what is wrong with these purposed laws?  Nothing, no one is taking your precious guns, no one is going to invade your home, unless you are breaking the law. And if the government wanted to, even with all your guns they will still defeat you. so get over it, get over your selfishness. it’s time to make this world a better place for our children.  if you don’t like it move to a country that allows you to have all your guns and all your ammo. buh bye!


Good day to you all.

And just like that **snap**

The days grew longer, the nights shorter, I clicked the heat off opened the windows and doors to let the air in.  It was beautiful outside, new blooms in my flower beds before the wintry end.  A sudden splash of heat in January.  I’m talking 60’s, I’m talking t-shirt weather, time for trampoline jumping, and raking out the flower beds.  This is my day, the christmas decorations all taken down causing the house to look bare.  All of this would be depressing on any other day but not today, today the birds chirped, the squirrels scampered, the neighbors were all out taking in the sun.

This is how the year should begin, all new, sunny, a sense of freedom to take on this new year.  Sure there will be heartache, heart break, and a bit of mending will be due. With every new life there will be some death, a balance is all it is. Things will break and need replacing, and money will most certainly be spent.  What’s the use of earning money to hoard it all away?  For a rainy day some say, I say enjoy life because we all don’t know how long it will last.

But something seems off, all this happiness, all this joy I would love to enjoy it but there is a part of me that feels a little….hollow. If that makes any sense, something is missing and I can’t seem to figure out what it is. Soberly I will stumble through my day trying to figure out what it is until I forget.  Then, bam, it will happen that “hollow” I was feeling will come to light and it’s never good. It’s never a happy surprise, it’s dark, unwanted, uncalled for.  I wish I could just know, ya know.  I hate surprises anyone who knows me knows this one thing. I like to be in the know, I need to see it to believe it. And maybe it’s because I didn’t have much to believe in growing up. Maybe that is why I have no faith?  Then again I’m a pretty “glass is half full” girl.

I’m really not sure where this blog is going. I just felt like this entry should be real. In all sense as real as I will ever get on here. Sure I bitch and moan about important shit, worthy blogs that the world can take something from. All writing stems from something, usually something you can’t control.  My grammar is horrid, and sometimes my rants mean absolutely nothing but I fear if I didn’t write, I’d sure go insane.  Sorry for my inconsistent blog folks, but I feel it wouldn’t be me if I did this any other way.

Good day to you!

what’s next for this blog

Photos, photos, and more photos.  That’s right I’m turning this into a photo blog.  So if you want to follow a real blog, ya know, with words……go here: A Pocket Full of Sunshine !!!


good day to you!

a reflection

Along with being extra lazy on sunday’s I also tend to reflect on my weekend ventures. Which only leads to sorrow that it is indeed Sunday and tomorrow is Monday, starting a new work week.  I’m convinced if I had to go to work daily and not be able to converse with fellow employees, and  occasionally listen to music on my headphones while working on some art I’d go insane. So thankfully I chose a job where I can do all those things while still making sure we have repeat customers. Fanatically some call it, fanatical customer service with some graphic design mixed in.

Any who, my reflection…….

This weekend was pretty awesome and also reminded me that I don’t like to drink much, if at all.  Sure if you’re making me a drink that’s sweet I’ll drink that shit. It tastes good in fact it tastes so good that I will not know when I’ve reached my limit.  Now I have never been that sloppy girl drunk. I’m not the girl who hangs all over you, or flirts with your man when I’m seeing everything in doubles, possibly triples.  But, I am the girl who will tell you the complete truth. So far no one has hated me for it so I must be pretty honest all the time.

Anyway, I was feeling good hanging out with my twin on her birthday. Playing halo, DYING, playing more halo (leveling up), outside trips, taking pictures, playing even more halo, taking even more pictures, laughing so hard there are tears running down my face, and finally playing more halo. Which make me reflect on how awesome all the people I have in my life are. I think we all do a damn good job of making each other feel special, even the ones who couldn’t make it.  I mean we are pretty lucky really, most people never really figure out good company.  Sure it’s probably taken me at least 28 years or more to figure out the good ones in my life, But the ones that are here now and I know will be possibly until I die are pretty fucking awesome.

And now I’m home, my husband is on the couch watching football while I sit here and blog.  The boys are playing together in the other room and the house is clean. After I’m finished, we’ll watch saturday night live (dvr’d), life is pretty fucking sweet!


Happy sunday everyone, and good day to you!

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