One Final Note...

Me after a long evening of blogging:

Magickal Graphics   And my wish for those who pass by my page tomorrow:  
Magickal Graphics

Be Careful What You Wish For

Just a gentle reminder.

Because I had posted a blog back in January (found here ) that basically had me begging Mother Nature to turn the dial to spring. However, I find that it IS true, you should definitely BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.

Always, always be specific when making a wish. I have come to realize that is the most important thing to do. See, I asked for the dial to be turned to spring, however, I did not wish to have a "Desert Spring" but rather a "Midwest Spring". What we have now, is spring...with near-90-degree temps...(aka "Desert Spring). 

Want to see what a "Desert Spring" looks like?

Here you go:

 
Driving into this blinding light takes skill, let me tell you. 

Driving into it without striking a pedestrian or another vehicle....a miracle.

The fact that I got this photo while driving....even more amazing. 

So allow me to help all of you with a few guidelines of "How to Make a Wish"(like I'm some sort of expert here or something). "it's on the internet so it must be true!" ha ha!!!

Be sure when you make a wish to follow these simple rules:

1. When wishing for "a lot of money"....realize that if you wish for that someone could very well die, just so you can gain an inheritance(i.e. a lot of money). What's more important the money or the family member, like good old "Uncle Bubba" that kicked the bucket? If anyone needs to be kicking a bucket, I'd rather it be at a family picnic and the wind blows the KFC bucket on the ground.  I know this is a morbid thought(the family member dying, not the bucket falling to the ground, unless there was still chicken in it and now there are ants crawling on it, or someone kicked the bucket into a pile of....never mind).  Anyway, just remember, make a wish for your "ability to find a job that meets my basic needs" or wish "for the wind to blow a $20 bill my way" or something like that.

2.  When wishing for that "perfect guy/gal"....please be more specific. Because you can end up with a guy/gal who EVERYONE ELSE thinks is perfect, but behind closed doors he/she's someone else completely. He/She could be a Type-A personality (read here )...unless of course those are the traits you are looking for in your "perfect guy/gal" (YIKES) then I suppose don't change a thing.

3.  When wishing for that "Perfect Job"....DEFINITELY be specific! You may have the so called perfect job, but you lose out on time with family, time with friends, and the pay may be great you may drive the latest sports car, but in the end is it really worth it to have that "Perfect Job"? Refer to #1 if you need help with this.

4.  Wishing you were skinnier/more muscular/etc....accept your body as is. Consider it like a used vehicle. You can "tune it up" here and there. Maybe quit smoking or drinking; Getting more sleep; Taking the stairs vs. the elevator; Eat one less candy bar or appetizer; you get the picture. But just because you aren't a runway model or built like some WWE dude, doesn't mean you're a failure. I'm no "skinny minnie" but I'm not obese either. My little in my middle has turned to a lot in the pot, but I had seven kids. It's bound to happen. I have a muffin top, and that was always my favorite part of the muffin anyway. So there!

And finally....don't wish for harm on anyone. Don't wish for rain, snow or sleet. Because I promise you if you do, it will come with a vengeance when you least expect it. (refer to paragraph two of this blog if necessary)

This blog is for entertainment purposes only(were you entertained?...just a little?). Although I will say these are probably good rules to live by anyway.

 

~Magickal Graphics~     This is cute.   Just wanted to post it.   So I am.   This is me, and my five youngest babies.   Protected.   Love it.

A Little Bit of This and That

It's been several days since I've had a cup of coffee.

I had the most massive headache yesterday and I'm not quite sure if it was the lack of coffee, the time change, Mother Nature making a visit...or all of the above that contributed to the pounding, piercing, feeling like my head is going to explode feeling I had all day at work.

It's finally gone.

I went to bed last night at 7:30.

God I feel old.

My cousin is in town this week. I just found out today via a text from his niece, who is also my best friend in the whole wide world. I'd love to meet up with him but I have a feeling that won't happen. I'm too broke to go anywhere, but I am so lonely, company would be nice, even if he just stopped by to say hello, have a soda and run.  I miss my family. So, any family that visits this pithole of a city I live in are always welcome with a smile.

I'm really having a crappy week.

But I'm trying to keep my blog posts somewhat happy or non-drama related, so I shall just say that even though my week was crappy my coffee was on sale for 5.49 and also the Hershey bar with Almonds I already consumed, so that made my day.

The weather is getting very hot, very quickly.  It's only a matter of time before my van craps out on me. Yeah I said that...crap....that's a word my kids think is a bad word. I don't know how many times my daughter especially will say "Mommy, JJ said the 'C' word"...thinking it's something else I will say, "what word is that?" And she will whisper to me "Crap".

"Oh," and I look at her with all seriousness then proceed to tell him, "That's not nice." Of course within a matter of days or minutes he'll say it again.

*shrugs*

I'm leaving this pit hole for a week soon. I don't want to come back here, and if it wasn't for the fact I have kids here that need me, I'd just stay back in Chicago. I miss home so bad, I will close my eyes sometimes and just picture all the memories I had when I lived there. I pretend I am sleeping on my mom's couch near the family room stairs. Or I will pretend I am in my son's room watching him play video games.  Then I wake up, look out the window and see the foul-mouthed teens and adults outside and hear the sirens and what may be gun shots on occasion and I remember just where the hell I am really at.

Anyway, I think I need this vacation. I need to go back home. I want so badly to hold my granddaughter. I want to hug my boys(my oldest who is now 21 thank you), and my 18 yr old who will soon be going to college. My how times flies.

I'm going to hug my parents and any other people I miss who I haven't seen in years. I may frighten them because in all honesty I don't want to let them go.

I have a BFF who lives back there. She is the only person who calls me on a regular basis. We check in with one another all the time. I miss her.  We laugh so hard sometimes, and cry on other times. Gee, if only I could win the lottery. Or marry a rich guy...no scratch that....meet a guy who is just looking for a nice woman with tons of kids and he'd like to help the woman get a new vehicle and send her and her kids to see her family every so often. Or he could just find that woman(me) a job that pays her enough to be self-sufficient and never have to depend on anyone ever again.
Because marriage, or even dating isn't even in my life's plan at this point. I've done both, and they scare me completely.

Men in general scare me.

It's 9:17 now. I am close to bed time for me here. I just don't want to wake up soon, because that means I have to go to work. To a job I once loved, but no longer do. Blah.

My daughter is with her father this week. She called to say good night and tell me she had a bad day. It was a bad day because she said "the boys kept fighting because dad told them to do their homework and they were fighting the whole time." Oh the drama. Poor kid. She just wants some peace like I do. I told her I was sorry she had a bad day. Then she said she loved me and good night. Five minute phone call. I love those.

Since I have nothing more to say I guess I will go.

Not like anyone is really reading this anyway.

Helllloooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...........is there anybody therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre????............

*This scene from The Grinch comes to mind* 










This is me.  I literally crack up watching this.

I feel like the Grinch lately. Although I don't want to steal anything, I find myself talking to(and answering) myself a lot more lately.

Yep, it's boredom I suppose.

Anyway, heading to bed.

Unless some other ideas come to me before I lay my lovely little head down.

To anyone who reads this....have a lovely day/night.

I'll be back later (as my lovely friend Myrtle use to say):
"The Lord Willing and the Creek Don't Rise."

Keeping the Peace

I had an opportunity to stop, what could have been a very, very ugly fight between two boys.

I was out on my patio and I saw one boy in the parking lot, who I shall name "Martin" for the sake of this blog post, and another boy "Gary" outside with my twin boys begin to have words. There was one tall girl with Martin and another young boy about 7 or so watching the events transpire.

Mind you, I am on the second floor. So as soon as words turned to fists I yelled to my boys to walk away.  Surprisingly they did as I headed out the front door and down the stairs.

Martin continued using obscene words and pounding poor Gary's head and his back. I saw a maintenance guy just drive right past these kids not saying a word. I walked over to where they were after making sure my kids were okay, and I said "Hey, what's going on here?" The girl was just standing there and looks at me and says "I didn't do anything" and I said "I know, I was watching the whole thing from my patio." I hear Martin get one more "asshole" out of his mouth before looking at me trying to explain his actions while speaking 100 miles a minute.

"Calm down," I said slowly.  First of all we needed to get out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. Gary is fixing his baseball cap and Martin is fuming still. He starts saying "He started it! He..." and before he even got the next word out, I interrupted him, put my hands up and said, "Stop right now. It doesn't matter who started it. I am a person who does not believe that violence is the answer. We use our words around here, not our fists."

He looked at me, a bit puzzled by my statement.

"You are a good kid Martin.  You've helped me take out my trash and offered to help with my groceries.  There is no need for you to harm another person because you are angry at them. Use your words."
This is a lesson I teach the toddlers at the school where I work.  So certainly a 5th grader can grasp this concept.  I even spoke to him in the tone I use with my children at work.

At this point the blood pressure of Martin and Gary is slowly coming back to normal.

I explained to Gary that he didn't need to smack the basketball out of Martin's hand. And I then reiterated to Martin that if he is upset, he needs to tell a parent or walk away.


I hope that my words had some positive impact on this young boy. I know I cannot save him, he has to save himself. But I'm hoping that when things like this happen(and this wasn't the first time this boy has done something and I had to brush in as role of protector) he will think twice before lashing out at another child. I doubt it, but one can be hopeful.

Then later on that day there is a group of girls who were throwing rocks at my boys. I told the boys to come inside. I got my thoughts together, because I didn't want my anger spilling out onto these girls and I went back outside. I asked them "Who threw the rocks at my boys?" This young  girl, about 11 or 12 comes walking towards me hands on her hips and says "I did". Okay young lady, lower the attitude, I'm not going to attack you here. So as calmly as I could I said "Well, what happened?" She proceeds to tell me that my boys started it, and my son tried to hit her. She said my other son was calling her friend with a pair of glasses a nerd. Then she said my son's friend threw her bike on the ground and the handle bars fell off. Thankfully she was able to fix it. The other girl said "When you first moved here we always talked to your son. He was nice. Now since he has been hanging out with Gary he's gotten mean.  I don't want my boys hanging out with this kid, but as any parent knows you have to let them learn the hard way sometimes, because the more you say "you can't...(insert here)"...the more they rebel and do it anyway.

Then I looked at the one girl who was wearing glasses and I told her "You look like a nice kid. Why would they be mean to you?" She shrugged her shoulders. I looked back at the first girl I was talking to and I told her, "I'm sorry about your bike and I'll talk to my boys.  Please, though, if they ever do anything to try to hurt you, come and get me and I will handle it, okay?"  They all nodded and I walked away.

It's hard keeping the peace around here.

Especially when I have boys who, through no fault of their own, are exposed to the "don't walk away, defend yourself or you are weak" mentality of someone who shall remain nameless going through their heads.

I am hoping that by showing them using your words and not your fists can be a positive thing.  They see it. As much as I tell them, I think if they see it enough times they will listen to my advice and not bully other kids.

I am trying, so hard, to keep them safe and sane.

Not easy a lot of the time, but I do this because I love them.

And I want the best life possible for them.

When Sleep Isn't An Option...I Blog

I don't have a great following of followers here.

However, even if I am just talking to air, the fact that I can blog about anything under the sun makes me happy.

Writing for me is therapeutic. When I'm depressed, I blog. When I am happy, I blog. When I just want to ramble about nothing really important to others but important(or hilarious) to me, I blog. Like that movie "Field of Dreams" famous line says "If you build it, they will come".  My thinking is "If you blog it, eventually they will find it, and they will comment and follow you."

So for now, I sit here with the 3 lovely followers I have in the hopes that quadruples over the next year.

One can hope so anyway.

I feel like one of those local cable talk shows that are on in the wee hours of the morning. You know how it is, when insomnia kicks in and you have a choice of HSN, the P90x or hair replacement informercials, live National News, or reading random blogs that have no source of information, other than perusing one's life on a monitor at 2 a.m.

I've been up since 4 this morning. Put on a pot of coffee and sat here wondering what to do next. I played a game of Cubis, perused Facebook(which wasn't very exciting to say the least), and I thought about cleaning and organizing my apartment. But that's all it was really, just a passing thought and nothing more.

I know in about an hour I'll start feeling tired, but then I'll have to get ready for work, wake the kids and really start my day.

Now I can hear this stupid cable commercial for the local cable company. Why do they make these stupid commercials so loud anyway? Clearly I already have their services, so why bother me with their annoying ads? I think if you are already a customer these commercials shouldn't even be allowed on your TV as part of your service contract.

I've got no other random thoughts at the moment. So I guess I will just mosey off of the puter here and grab another cup of coffee.

I have a feeling it's going to be another long, long day for me.

An Angel to Rescue Me

~Magickal Graphics~   I absolutely love, love love this picture.   When I look at this it reminds me of my own angel, who rescues me from the loneliness of singledom.   A man who is thoughtful, compassionate, strong and knows how to comfort me when I need a shoulder to cry on.   There I stand on an island of stones, alone...frustrated...amid the storms in my life, and he appears out of nowhere to rescue me.   I know everyone tells me "You don't need a man", but as I've said before, they aren't single...they have a man already.    Easy for them to say.   To have a man to laugh with, share the days events with, and cuddle with would be such a blessing.  A man who would treat my children as if they were his own.     I can dream, can't I?   Am I allowed to want love in my life, despite the opinions of many married friends?   Sure.   I'm human, I have feelings, I have a heart and desires, and my utmost desire is to be truly loved just ONCE in my lifetime.  Truly loved, without conditions, by a good man.   Not by the men who milked the cow and left it out to pasture so to speak.   I have other things on my plate right now, so it's not like I'm looking for a man, but it would be so lovely to have an angel appear out of nowhere and kindly save me from myself.   Because truth is, being single sincerely sucks.