Thank goodness it's Thursday. I can't wait for the weekend, it's going to be busy but a fun busy around here. I'm taking my kids out for some fun stuff this weekend, and then Sunday I am going to let them have a sleepover with a friend of theirs at our place. Monday we were invited to dinner at a friend's home and my kids were so excited when I told them the news.
Good times good times.
I had a brief moment of sadness this morning. It's my granddaughter's birthday and I can't be there with her to celebrate. I want so much to see that little bundle of happiness. She turns two today. I miss her so much. I want so badly to just hop on a plane and go see her. If only I could do that. I was balling my eyes out when I posted her pic this morning on my Facebook page with birthday wishes for her. I wanted to call her but I don't have her mom's new number. I'm sure I'll talk to her eventually it just won't be today. Her momma is really busy and I know how hard it is to juggle being a single mom with work, housework, taking care of kids and everything else that comes along.
I had a fairly good week at work. Actually it was a good week for the most part. My two year anniversary is coming up on Monday and I feel the desire to bake something to celebrate this momentous occasion. I talked to my boss and I felt really good after our little chat. I never know when to talk to her about things, because she is such a busy person and I don't know how she does it. We have a couple of campuses and she is constantly going from one to the other to the other. If you want to stay thin...own a business. Forget diets. If you suffer from insomnia own a business. Because I don't know when my boss actually sleeps.
Anyway, I had a pretty good day yesterday. And tomorrow is Valentine's day and I have to make sure all our little friends have their Valentine's Day bags they decorated lined up and ready to go for their gifts. They turned out really cute. We also made some cute puppies out of hearts yesterday and those are really, really adorable. I'll have to post a pic on my blog here before we take them down. I was giggling at some of them, because where the ears should go they had the eyes glued, and where the eyes were suppose to be the nose was. I love it. I don't tell them how to put it together, I just make a sample and let them do their own thing. It is, after all, their art not mine.
So with tomorrow being "Single's Awareness Day", ahem, I mean, Valentine's Day a coworker of mine and I were talking about that a few days ago. I told her I'm not even bummed about it. To me it's just another day on the calendar. I won't lie, the first year I was single, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I cried.
I won't lie here.
But each successive year it got easier and easier to be single. I told my coworker, "Look at us(she's single too), we can watch whatever we want on TV, we can sprawl out all over the bed, eat whatever we want to eat whenever we want to eat it, go anywhere we want to go and our money is really OUR money." Not to mention, there is no arguing over the way the toilet paper roll should be put on the holder, or if we forget to put the cap on the toothpaste or not.
It's a beautiful life....singledom that is.
That's not saying there aren't some nights I miss cuddling with a nice fella. But I have two ten year old fellas right here and a daughter who I can cuddle with if I need a few extra hugs on a good or bad day or vice versa. It's not so bad.
Really.
Life is okay for now. Actually life is good. And to add the drama or obligation of a committed relationship to a man at this point in my life, just doesn't seem feasible right now.
Maybe when I'm fifty, and my kids are older and I am wiser and hopefully make better choices when it comes to giving my heart away.
But for now, I'm content with singledom.
I enjoy time spent with my babies. I enjoy lounging around in my jammies on a Saturday morning, coffee on my desk blogging or playing games online or heading out shopping for a thing or two here and there. It's not so bad really.
So for all of those folks out there who are pining away looking for that perfect Mr. or Mrs. "Right", or Mr. or Mrs. "Right Now", hang in there, be patient and enjoy your peace and solitude. It really isn't as bad as you think being single.
Take on the perspective of the glass is half full vs. half empty and I guarantee it will help you greatly in surviving the single years.
For all my fellow single souls out there, this is for you(love this song):
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
The Weekend is Over Already?
I had the busiest day of my weekend.
I woke up this morning around 6:30 or so and played some Papa Pear, had some chocolate swirl coffee that I got on sale yesterday and some chocolate creme Oreos. Then I started feeling a bit "icky" thought I was coming down with something so I took a nap and woke up around noon. Called my ex to call the guy who was going to fix my brakes. We set a time of 2:00.
Okay, I get dressed, I'm on my way and the light on my radio/clock panel starts flickering, then it just shuts off. The radio still works, I can change the stations and volume and all that, I just can't see what station I'm on or what time it is. So I'm in my car and I'm talking to it, "Okay, I am treating you well, I changed your oil, your fluids in the transmission, don't conk out on me now." I shut off the radio and turned it back on, the display came back, only to go away when I hit a bump on the road.
I get to the guy's house and he goes to get the brake pads that the previous owner had purchased for the car. He opens the box and shakes his head.
It's the wrong brake pads.
No way.
So we head down to the auto parts store and I get some "organic" brakes that were the cheapest ones. I also have to have my rotors turned, but he said I'll be okay until I can save up a little more money to do that. I don't understand how brakes can be organic to begin with. You don't eat them. They can be recyclable or they can even be "earth friendly" but organic?? I didn't quite understand that concept. There are no GMOs in brake pads, so maybe that's why they are organic??
*shrugs*
Hmm....
What should have been about an hour's worth of work, turned into a two hour fest of maintenance. I'm not complaining, because this friend of my ex was really thorough. He even checked the rear brakes just to make sure they were okay. I can tell you, I now know how to replace brake pads, but truth be told, I'll still have him do it instead should I ever need them done again.
I headed out to Target to find my kids some socks and underwear. Dear God $11.64 for a five pack of underwear!!!!! I could sew about ten pairs for that price. And socks were almost $8. Don't they have any generic cotton plants to make these socks and underwear with??
I also got myself some make up and a make up brush that was on sale for a buck. I'm trying a new eyeshadow color, we'll see how this goes.
I may end up looking like Tammy Faye Baker(remember her in all her glory, with all her caked on makeup that made her look like something out of the circus?? Then she'd cry...well...you get the deal here), let's hope not though. I'm going with some blue hues for a change. I have hazel eyes, and I usually wear purples and pinks and light mauve colors, but I'm kind of purpled out here. So I'm going with something new.
I went to Wally World and got myself two shirts and a pair of jeans that were on sale for $9. That was a steal pretty much. I won't pay more than $12 for a pair of jeans or shorts. I'm frugal that way. Which is why I only own two pair of capri pants that I bought last year around tax time when I had a little extra money.
The only pair of shorts I owned, denim ones, are now filled with holes all over. Although, I see some styles like that are coming back again. So I guess my old holey pants are cool. So I guess I'll wear them around the house this spring until I can afford another pair on sale.
I also got a back pack for my son, because his dad's dog ate a huge hole in the one he had at the beginning of the school year. I will give that dog a talking to if she eats this one too.
I got home and called the kids dad. He had called me during my shopping spree at Target and to be honest I heard what he said but I wasn't really listening. He's having some issues, and I'm not going to air his laundry here, this is my blog not his, but I told him "I didn't want to seem like an insensitive bitch, so let me see if I can help you out with this(dilemma he's in)." So we chatted, and what I assumed would be a quick and simple five minute conversation turned into a good twenty minute talk.
It was nice actually. Good that we can communicate without name-calling or wishing ill-will on one another like some divorced/separated/broken up couples often do, especially when they have kids. I was giving him some cheap and easy dinner recipes for the kids to eat, ones that I know they really, really like. As we were talking he mentioned he is making them lobster and shrimp scampi with steak. I told him I don't have a broiler and haven't made steak since I've lived here. As we are talking, I look in the drawer thingy on the stove beneath the oven, and what do you know?
THERE'S THE STINKIN' BROILER PAN!!!!!
I've been here two years and never knew that pan was in there. How crazy is that?
Wait, it gets better.
He goes to look in his lower drawer thingy on the stove and finds two broiler pans in there. We were both cracking up.
Because he bought the one he was using.
Anyway, so I'm just glad he and I can be civil to each other. Maybe we can even be friends again. Like real friends, not like "Oh we have kids together we need to be nice to each other" but friends. Hang out with the kids and go to barbecues and stuff and just be good old fashioned friends.
That would be nice.
Anyway, I kept trying to go, but he kept on talking.
So I let him talk.
Because what else did I have to do anyway? And it was actually kind of fun chatting with the guy. He's a pretty funny fella.
And it wasn't awkward or annoying or anything like that. It was kind of like when I talk to other friends of mine.
Maybe I should mark this date on my calendar. Who knows if we'll have another friendly conversation again in this lifetime?
I'm sure we will...maybe....I think.
*shrugs*
Oh well....
I finally made my dinner and damn was it good! I had tilapia and I fried it in some oil and then seasoned it with garlic powder, paprika, salt and pepper. When it was done I poured some melted butter that I put lemon juice and pepper in and stirred around and goodness was that stuff good! I made rice to go with it. That was tasty too. Reminded me of the rice my grandma use to make. Smelled like her kitchen in here.
Loved that.
Now I'm just sitting here doing absolutely nothing.
Well...except for blogging of course.
I need to go clean my kitchen. Then maybe bake some lemon squares. I've been wanting to do that forever.
I owe my friend D all the edges of a pan of lemon squares, she only likes the edges. And she stayed late for me last week, so I owe her.
Big time!
Okay, I'm off this thing for now.
Have a lovely week.
I'll try and come back tomorrow, but making no promises whatsoever.
I leave you with this beautiful pic and thought for tomorrow:
Magickal Graphics
I woke up this morning around 6:30 or so and played some Papa Pear, had some chocolate swirl coffee that I got on sale yesterday and some chocolate creme Oreos. Then I started feeling a bit "icky" thought I was coming down with something so I took a nap and woke up around noon. Called my ex to call the guy who was going to fix my brakes. We set a time of 2:00.
Okay, I get dressed, I'm on my way and the light on my radio/clock panel starts flickering, then it just shuts off. The radio still works, I can change the stations and volume and all that, I just can't see what station I'm on or what time it is. So I'm in my car and I'm talking to it, "Okay, I am treating you well, I changed your oil, your fluids in the transmission, don't conk out on me now." I shut off the radio and turned it back on, the display came back, only to go away when I hit a bump on the road.
I get to the guy's house and he goes to get the brake pads that the previous owner had purchased for the car. He opens the box and shakes his head.
It's the wrong brake pads.
No way.
So we head down to the auto parts store and I get some "organic" brakes that were the cheapest ones. I also have to have my rotors turned, but he said I'll be okay until I can save up a little more money to do that. I don't understand how brakes can be organic to begin with. You don't eat them. They can be recyclable or they can even be "earth friendly" but organic?? I didn't quite understand that concept. There are no GMOs in brake pads, so maybe that's why they are organic??
*shrugs*
Hmm....
What should have been about an hour's worth of work, turned into a two hour fest of maintenance. I'm not complaining, because this friend of my ex was really thorough. He even checked the rear brakes just to make sure they were okay. I can tell you, I now know how to replace brake pads, but truth be told, I'll still have him do it instead should I ever need them done again.
I headed out to Target to find my kids some socks and underwear. Dear God $11.64 for a five pack of underwear!!!!! I could sew about ten pairs for that price. And socks were almost $8. Don't they have any generic cotton plants to make these socks and underwear with??
I also got myself some make up and a make up brush that was on sale for a buck. I'm trying a new eyeshadow color, we'll see how this goes.
I may end up looking like Tammy Faye Baker(remember her in all her glory, with all her caked on makeup that made her look like something out of the circus?? Then she'd cry...well...you get the deal here), let's hope not though. I'm going with some blue hues for a change. I have hazel eyes, and I usually wear purples and pinks and light mauve colors, but I'm kind of purpled out here. So I'm going with something new.
I went to Wally World and got myself two shirts and a pair of jeans that were on sale for $9. That was a steal pretty much. I won't pay more than $12 for a pair of jeans or shorts. I'm frugal that way. Which is why I only own two pair of capri pants that I bought last year around tax time when I had a little extra money.
The only pair of shorts I owned, denim ones, are now filled with holes all over. Although, I see some styles like that are coming back again. So I guess my old holey pants are cool. So I guess I'll wear them around the house this spring until I can afford another pair on sale.
I also got a back pack for my son, because his dad's dog ate a huge hole in the one he had at the beginning of the school year. I will give that dog a talking to if she eats this one too.
I got home and called the kids dad. He had called me during my shopping spree at Target and to be honest I heard what he said but I wasn't really listening. He's having some issues, and I'm not going to air his laundry here, this is my blog not his, but I told him "I didn't want to seem like an insensitive bitch, so let me see if I can help you out with this(dilemma he's in)." So we chatted, and what I assumed would be a quick and simple five minute conversation turned into a good twenty minute talk.
It was nice actually. Good that we can communicate without name-calling or wishing ill-will on one another like some divorced/separated/broken up couples often do, especially when they have kids. I was giving him some cheap and easy dinner recipes for the kids to eat, ones that I know they really, really like. As we were talking he mentioned he is making them lobster and shrimp scampi with steak. I told him I don't have a broiler and haven't made steak since I've lived here. As we are talking, I look in the drawer thingy on the stove beneath the oven, and what do you know?
THERE'S THE STINKIN' BROILER PAN!!!!!
I've been here two years and never knew that pan was in there. How crazy is that?
Wait, it gets better.
He goes to look in his lower drawer thingy on the stove and finds two broiler pans in there. We were both cracking up.
Because he bought the one he was using.
Anyway, so I'm just glad he and I can be civil to each other. Maybe we can even be friends again. Like real friends, not like "Oh we have kids together we need to be nice to each other" but friends. Hang out with the kids and go to barbecues and stuff and just be good old fashioned friends.
That would be nice.
Anyway, I kept trying to go, but he kept on talking.
So I let him talk.
Because what else did I have to do anyway? And it was actually kind of fun chatting with the guy. He's a pretty funny fella.
And it wasn't awkward or annoying or anything like that. It was kind of like when I talk to other friends of mine.
Maybe I should mark this date on my calendar. Who knows if we'll have another friendly conversation again in this lifetime?
I'm sure we will...maybe....I think.
*shrugs*
Oh well....
I finally made my dinner and damn was it good! I had tilapia and I fried it in some oil and then seasoned it with garlic powder, paprika, salt and pepper. When it was done I poured some melted butter that I put lemon juice and pepper in and stirred around and goodness was that stuff good! I made rice to go with it. That was tasty too. Reminded me of the rice my grandma use to make. Smelled like her kitchen in here.
Loved that.
Now I'm just sitting here doing absolutely nothing.
Well...except for blogging of course.
I need to go clean my kitchen. Then maybe bake some lemon squares. I've been wanting to do that forever.
I owe my friend D all the edges of a pan of lemon squares, she only likes the edges. And she stayed late for me last week, so I owe her.
Big time!
Okay, I'm off this thing for now.
Have a lovely week.
I'll try and come back tomorrow, but making no promises whatsoever.
I leave you with this beautiful pic and thought for tomorrow:
Magickal Graphics
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Positivity and Giving Thanks
I'm back.
I was sitting here watching TV and caught the last half hour of that movie "You've Got Mail". Cute movie, old movie, one of the classic romantic comedies of the 90's. It was the 90's I think.
I opened up my Smirnoff Cherry Lemonade frozen thingy. It's quite tasty and after this blog I'm heading to bed. I knew it would make me tired, because I'm a lightweight and I don't drink but maybe two times a year. I use to have Margarita weekend birthdays, but I stopped those about 3 years ago. Probably because my birthday hasn't been on a weekend.
I've been having such introspective thoughts this evening, even more so after opening my frozen drink.
I've been busy studying Buddhism. I find their philosophy very intriguing. They have a positive spin on even the most dire of circumstances. I like it. It's refreshing. I have adapted some of Buddhist teachings in my own life. I do a meditation every morning that a friend of mine told me about. And if I can't do it in the morning, I chant it to myself at work, or do it in the evening. I try to stay positive no matter what happens. I give thanks for every little thing. I try to keep peace about me no matter what happens in my day.
For instance, without going into detail there was a situation with someone me and a friend of mine had to deal with. Normally, I would have gossiped and talked ill of this person out of sheer frustration. Instead, I told my friend that I had listened to my meditation music and nothing was going to ruin my day. Not even this person's negative attitude. She stormed out of the room we were in and slammed the door behind her. I wasn't going to let her mood control mine. I understood her frustration, and while it wasn't warranted in the moment, she went her way and I continued with my day.
End of story.
There is also another person I deal with frequently. An "acquaintance" of sorts. This person use to get to me with her superior persona. But lately, I am finding that the more I extend peace her way, her words don't get my goat so to speak anymore.
Am I growing spiritually?
Perhaps.
Not sure.
I'm just enjoying this little bit of quiet in my head and peace flowing through my body.
It's a pleasant change.
Now if I could just pass this peaceful place onto my children, our lives would be good. I know it would take something like a miracle for my kids to be more peaceful and less stressful and angry, but I believe anything is possible.
Including my kids behaving a little better.
Not PERFECT.
Just better.
I don't know what I believe to be honest. Is there a God isn't there a God? Or a Goddess? Or some great and powerful Oz? I do know for a fact that someone is watching over me, maybe it's my ancestors or a guardian angel, or my ancestors who really are guardian angels.
But there are so many variables to having faith in any one certain deity, I just can't be sure.
So I just sit down every night, or whenever I have a complex situation or even if my day is going good. I will say, "Whoever is listening, give me a sign," or "Help me out here please, I'm lost." I usually find the answers or a blessing is given to me and I give thanks for that blessing.
It's kind of like anonymous donors. Someone gives a gift to a charity. The charity publicly thanks them. The blessings of donations continue to flourish. It could be from the same anonymous donor, or a known donor but giving thanks, in my opinion anyway, is like circling the universe with a warm hug of love.
And when one feels the love it is often reciprocated.
Even on a bad day.
So, that's my philosophy on philosophy of Buddhism and spirituality in general.
I don't like the word religion, it's too constricting. The word Spirituality, however, leaves the door open for other belief systems to embrace your beliefs and join you.
Does that make sense to you?
It does to me.
Okay, I'm going to go for now. Yes, this is my three blog limit for the day.
It's only 9:30 here and I am so tired.
Too much thinking and too much drinking makes Barbie really tired.
Have a lovely night/day/morning wherever you are.
Thank you for stopping by.
I'll be back tomorrow I am sure.
Until then........Breathe....
~Magickal Graphics~
I was sitting here watching TV and caught the last half hour of that movie "You've Got Mail". Cute movie, old movie, one of the classic romantic comedies of the 90's. It was the 90's I think.
I opened up my Smirnoff Cherry Lemonade frozen thingy. It's quite tasty and after this blog I'm heading to bed. I knew it would make me tired, because I'm a lightweight and I don't drink but maybe two times a year. I use to have Margarita weekend birthdays, but I stopped those about 3 years ago. Probably because my birthday hasn't been on a weekend.
I've been having such introspective thoughts this evening, even more so after opening my frozen drink.
**************************
I've been busy studying Buddhism. I find their philosophy very intriguing. They have a positive spin on even the most dire of circumstances. I like it. It's refreshing. I have adapted some of Buddhist teachings in my own life. I do a meditation every morning that a friend of mine told me about. And if I can't do it in the morning, I chant it to myself at work, or do it in the evening. I try to stay positive no matter what happens. I give thanks for every little thing. I try to keep peace about me no matter what happens in my day.
For instance, without going into detail there was a situation with someone me and a friend of mine had to deal with. Normally, I would have gossiped and talked ill of this person out of sheer frustration. Instead, I told my friend that I had listened to my meditation music and nothing was going to ruin my day. Not even this person's negative attitude. She stormed out of the room we were in and slammed the door behind her. I wasn't going to let her mood control mine. I understood her frustration, and while it wasn't warranted in the moment, she went her way and I continued with my day.
End of story.
There is also another person I deal with frequently. An "acquaintance" of sorts. This person use to get to me with her superior persona. But lately, I am finding that the more I extend peace her way, her words don't get my goat so to speak anymore.
Am I growing spiritually?
Perhaps.
Not sure.
I'm just enjoying this little bit of quiet in my head and peace flowing through my body.
It's a pleasant change.
Now if I could just pass this peaceful place onto my children, our lives would be good. I know it would take something like a miracle for my kids to be more peaceful and less stressful and angry, but I believe anything is possible.
Including my kids behaving a little better.
Not PERFECT.
Just better.
I don't know what I believe to be honest. Is there a God isn't there a God? Or a Goddess? Or some great and powerful Oz? I do know for a fact that someone is watching over me, maybe it's my ancestors or a guardian angel, or my ancestors who really are guardian angels.
But there are so many variables to having faith in any one certain deity, I just can't be sure.
So I just sit down every night, or whenever I have a complex situation or even if my day is going good. I will say, "Whoever is listening, give me a sign," or "Help me out here please, I'm lost." I usually find the answers or a blessing is given to me and I give thanks for that blessing.
It's kind of like anonymous donors. Someone gives a gift to a charity. The charity publicly thanks them. The blessings of donations continue to flourish. It could be from the same anonymous donor, or a known donor but giving thanks, in my opinion anyway, is like circling the universe with a warm hug of love.
And when one feels the love it is often reciprocated.
Even on a bad day.
So, that's my philosophy on philosophy of Buddhism and spirituality in general.
I don't like the word religion, it's too constricting. The word Spirituality, however, leaves the door open for other belief systems to embrace your beliefs and join you.
Does that make sense to you?
It does to me.
Okay, I'm going to go for now. Yes, this is my three blog limit for the day.
It's only 9:30 here and I am so tired.
Too much thinking and too much drinking makes Barbie really tired.
Have a lovely night/day/morning wherever you are.
Thank you for stopping by.
I'll be back tomorrow I am sure.
Until then........Breathe....
~Magickal Graphics~
I'm Randomly Bantering About Nothing Really Important At All Here
Here's a picture of a cloud I took this evening as the sun was setting.
It looked like the face of a cat on my cell phone, but the larger picture doesn't look so much like that. I guess you need to use your imagination.
See??
It looks like a cat, sort of when the photo is this small, but when I view it larger then it doesn't look so much like a cat. But the clouds are still pretty cool.
Anyway.....
My day was so crazy. I'm glad it's almost over. I bought myself a smirnoff squeezie. Yeah, I've been working around toddlers and preschoolers way too long when I refer to a frozen alcoholic drink as a squeezie.
I got my transmission fluid done, my oil changed, I got my check cashed for the van that I sold and had towed away, then I went to the grocery store and spent fifty bucks there for a few things. Came home, had some dinner and now I'm trying to get motivated to clean my apartment.
So far the motivation has left the station and hasn't come back.
Then I wanted to pay my cable bill while at the store. I know I put the bill in my purse, but as my luck would have it, I couldn't find the damn thing anywhere. So I told the girl behind the counter, who is really nice by the way, that I guess I wasn't meant to pay that bill today.
"I'll come back tomorrow", I told her.
We'll see.
Maybe not.
I'd like to go shopping for some clothes for me. And I still have a gift card for $50 to Marshall's that I have yet to use. Not to mention a $25 gift card to Bath and Body Works. Not quite sure I'll make it to either of those places, but I sure as hell am going to try anyway.
My son also needs a new backpack. His dad's dog ate it...literally tore a hole in it. So I need to find that too. And all my kids need new underwear/socks and that kind of stuff. So, I at least have to make it to Wally World or Target whichever I feel like driving to. Both are about the same distance.
Now there is some kid screaming at the top of his lungs. I know it's not my kids they are with dad this week. So, whoever it is, they need to pick up their cell phone and dial whoever they are looking for. This is really annoying. Worse than a non-stop, ever-blaring car alarm.
Well, I really I have nothing more to say.
Oh, here's a funny for ya as I make my exit here.
So my ex came back here with the kids for a brief nanosecond to get some of their things. He gave me a ride back to the car place, because the guy said it would be done between two and three. It was 2:30 when he dropped me off. Around 3:20 I am sitting in the waiting area and I hear the guy(who mind you, saw and grinned at me through that window they have so you can make sure they don't accidentally cut a wire they shouldn't and babysit your car basically while repairs and maintenance are done) he is calling my house and leaving a message, "Hi Barb, this is (insert place here) and your car is just about ready." As he is finishing the phone call, I peek around the corner and say "Here I am!" He is looking at me totally dumbfounded and says, "Oh, you're here already, why did I call you?" and he is grinning from ear to ear.
I couldn't help it, was quite hilarious to say the least.
At least he was a good sport about it.
Okay it may not be hilarious to you, but I'm guessing it's one of those "had to be there moments" of some kind.
Whatever.
I'm running out of stuff to say. So I'll just end this now.
I need some type of pick me up here, to get my writing juices flowing.
Who knows maybe after my frozen drink I'll come back later....if I don't pass out from exhaustion first.
It looked like the face of a cat on my cell phone, but the larger picture doesn't look so much like that. I guess you need to use your imagination.
See??
It looks like a cat, sort of when the photo is this small, but when I view it larger then it doesn't look so much like a cat. But the clouds are still pretty cool.
Anyway.....
My day was so crazy. I'm glad it's almost over. I bought myself a smirnoff squeezie. Yeah, I've been working around toddlers and preschoolers way too long when I refer to a frozen alcoholic drink as a squeezie.
I got my transmission fluid done, my oil changed, I got my check cashed for the van that I sold and had towed away, then I went to the grocery store and spent fifty bucks there for a few things. Came home, had some dinner and now I'm trying to get motivated to clean my apartment.
So far the motivation has left the station and hasn't come back.
Then I wanted to pay my cable bill while at the store. I know I put the bill in my purse, but as my luck would have it, I couldn't find the damn thing anywhere. So I told the girl behind the counter, who is really nice by the way, that I guess I wasn't meant to pay that bill today.
"I'll come back tomorrow", I told her.
We'll see.
Maybe not.
I'd like to go shopping for some clothes for me. And I still have a gift card for $50 to Marshall's that I have yet to use. Not to mention a $25 gift card to Bath and Body Works. Not quite sure I'll make it to either of those places, but I sure as hell am going to try anyway.
My son also needs a new backpack. His dad's dog ate it...literally tore a hole in it. So I need to find that too. And all my kids need new underwear/socks and that kind of stuff. So, I at least have to make it to Wally World or Target whichever I feel like driving to. Both are about the same distance.
Now there is some kid screaming at the top of his lungs. I know it's not my kids they are with dad this week. So, whoever it is, they need to pick up their cell phone and dial whoever they are looking for. This is really annoying. Worse than a non-stop, ever-blaring car alarm.
Well, I really I have nothing more to say.
Oh, here's a funny for ya as I make my exit here.
So my ex came back here with the kids for a brief nanosecond to get some of their things. He gave me a ride back to the car place, because the guy said it would be done between two and three. It was 2:30 when he dropped me off. Around 3:20 I am sitting in the waiting area and I hear the guy(who mind you, saw and grinned at me through that window they have so you can make sure they don't accidentally cut a wire they shouldn't and babysit your car basically while repairs and maintenance are done) he is calling my house and leaving a message, "Hi Barb, this is (insert place here) and your car is just about ready." As he is finishing the phone call, I peek around the corner and say "Here I am!" He is looking at me totally dumbfounded and says, "Oh, you're here already, why did I call you?" and he is grinning from ear to ear.
I couldn't help it, was quite hilarious to say the least.
At least he was a good sport about it.
Okay it may not be hilarious to you, but I'm guessing it's one of those "had to be there moments" of some kind.
Whatever.
I'm running out of stuff to say. So I'll just end this now.
I need some type of pick me up here, to get my writing juices flowing.
Who knows maybe after my frozen drink I'll come back later....if I don't pass out from exhaustion first.
She's Gone and I'm Happy
The Beast is gone!
It was a bittersweet moment watching this guy tow my van. A lot of memories with my kids in that van over the past seven years it has been ever so loyal to me. Despite the few breakdowns it had, the overheating, the stalling, the brakes going out, and the time I sat on the side of the road because my gas ran out and the gauge was broken so I was unaware how low it really was as I sat on the side of the road, hood up and not one person out of the 234 vehicles that passed by me that day(yes, I was so bored I counted the cars) in the blistering 110 degree heat that summer day, this van had a lot of good times attached to it.
I drove my son, who is now 22 in that van when he was just 16 years old. I picked him up many a night well into midnight in that van. I remember going for my TB test for work and stopping at Walgreen's parking lot where I use to pick him up from the bus stop...and I cried. I remembered him sitting in that passenger's seat with me and talking about his evening.
I remember taking my kids to see Santa in that van when my two middle men still lived with me. Trips to doctors and school functions all are memories in that van. Trips to picnics and summer days at the splash park with my middle men and the other children of mine.
Then there are some not so nice memories that I'd much sooner forget than rehash that happened with the van.
I'm glad she's gone, but I will miss her somewhat.
It's a new beginning now. A new car a new lease on a better life for me and my kids. New memories to make, new things to come into our lives, new, positive days ahead. I'm trying to stay focused on the good things that are to come and trying so hard not to think about my positive bubble popping.
Because I tend to do that. Good things happen to me and I always wait for the bad things to follow directly behind it. Every time I find myself doing that, I stop that negativity train in it's tracks and focus on the good things I already have:
A job for starters: Granted some days are somewhat drama-induced and stressful, but for the most part I like what I do. It's fun. It's fulfilling and it's a paycheck.
A new running vehicle: Which will get my children and I safely to our destinations, not to mention it's a pretty sweet looking ride too.
My health and my children's health: Yes, there are some days that I wish I could not feel so tired or have aches and pains that I never even knew existed in my twenties. But I can still walk, talk, hear and see. I'll take my blessings where I can get them.
A place to live: Granted, this isn't "home" to me, but it's a place to lay my sometimes weary, achy self when I need to.
Food on the table: Probably the biggest blessing for me and my kids, who some days could eat me out of house and home.
I'm procrastinating at the moment. I should be getting the tune up done on my car, but I'm sitting here instead. I needed a brief respite from the busy-ness of my morning. Yes, busy-ness isn't really a word, but oh well.
I had a good week overall.
Now I need to get going. It's going to be a couple of hours for my car to be tuned up. And I'm going to grab a bite to eat while I'm waiting then take the long walk back home.
Thankfully it's a nice day out today. 67 degrees for the high.
I just don't feel like leaving my apartment. Guess I'll clean it while I'm waiting on my car to be done.
I'll be back later I'm sure.
But until then....have a great day folks!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
My Happy Birthday
He also asked a female server, carrying a huge pile of dishes if she could tell our server to sing to me, apparently on his second trip out of our booth to the "bathroom".
We were going to go to Denny's or Ihop and we probably should have instead.
Monday, February 3, 2014
My Recap of the Past Twenty-Four Hours
I'm sitting here...just waiting....for this car I hope is in good condition.
My ex went to check it out for me, and he is going to let me know if it's in good condition. I had to leave work early so I could come home, call the insurance, call the tow place to get my Beast and figure out how much it would cost to register the new vehicle. This is such a pain, because stuff I should be able to do on the weekend, I have to do in one day.
I have to run to the insurance office and pay and get proof of insurance. I also have to run to the DMV which is on the other side of town. Then I have to hopefully get back to work before the end of shift so my poor friend doesn't have to work a ten hour day. She was kind enough to stay late for me if I don't get back, but the day she was having already, I really want to get back there soon. What's meant to be will be however, and we'll just see what happens. I may or may not get back there.
I am just waiting on the ex to call back and let me know when he is coming to get me. He is looking at the car with a mechanic friend of his. So hopefully it's a good car.
While I'm waiting I guess I'll just share some random things.
I watched the Superbowl. The team I picked won and the team my boys picked lost. Every one kept saying it was a boring game, didn't seem so to me, but I guess that's because I don't normally watch football. It was exciting for me, especially when my team would intercept the ball. The first time it happened, I yelled out, "Thank you little orange man for giving my team the ball!" then I started to giggle and the boys were cracking up at me.
I have been watching the buzzfeed on Facebook about the "Un-American Coke Ad" that apparently played(and I missed...probably because I was in my neighbor's apartment downstairs when my daughter was playing with the neighbor's kids and I was looking for my daughter's shoes, which we later found out were still in my daughter's bedroom). This Coke ad has people's panties in a twirl. Apparently, our National Anthem can only be sung in English, despite the fact our country is filled with a mish mosh of ethnicity. If anyone should complain it's the Native American. Thankfully my Polish ancestors weren't the ones who took their land as they didn't come here until 1900. And I have to say that the Native Americans are the only ones who would have any right complaining about what language the National Anthem should be sung in anyway.
Was there even a Native American in the ad???
Either sing the National Anthem in all languages, or don't sing it at all; that should solve everyone's problem.
Apparently that was the idea behind Coke's ad. They sang it in all the languages...at least that's how I interpreted the ads to be. Because every time I try to view it, it freezes up on me. I went to Youtube and even CNN's page when I clicked on the link on Facebook and I got an Esurance ad and then a black screen.
So...just going by here say and not actual fact, I can only come to the conclusion that some Americans who are all immigrants(except the aforementioned Native Americans) have a problem with immigrants of other countries singing our country's National Anthem in their native tongue.
Which spaceship did these individuals arrive on? Because last time I checked, we all are ancestors of someone who came in on a boat or by foot many moons ago.
I get so tired of people complaining about this race or that race, this language or that one, who is gay and who isn't, who buys cloth diapers and who buys disposable, who drinks Coke and who drinks Pepsi.
Seriously people, get over it already. It's like a bunch of kids on a grade school playground fighting over who has the nicer backpack.
Get a life.
Stop meddling in other people's lives and stop complaining so damn much. Life's too short. If we all just learned to get along and play nice with others life would be so much less complicated and more enjoyable.
I like all people, provided they are respectful and they don't hurt me or my children or my family and dearest friends.
Don't hurt anyone period.
Be kind.
Learn to laugh a little.
Learn to be accepting of others. It doesn't mean you have to agree with them, it just means you need to respect them.
Being open-minded has a lot of advantages.
I have one more story to share and then I have to go. I finally got the call. My ex is on his way. He said this car is "sweet!" and if I didn't need this one so bad, he'd of bought it for himself.
*giggles*
I told him I'll buy him a case of beer for all the running around he's doing.
So anyway, last night my daughter was reading her book to me from school. It's called Totally Crushed, about two girls who like the same boy.
Cute. Typical girly pre-teen book every girl reads.
She was reading it out to me, and she said "Anabelle told her friend Fo-Bee..." I saw the spelling of the name and I burst into tears from laughter. She said "whaaaaaaaaaat?" I said, "Honey," and I tapped her leg, "That's FEE-BEE(Phoebe)!" Oh my God, I could not stop laughing. Then she is laughing and we are both cracking up at each other laughing. This lasted a good five minutes. Even the boys were laughing at us laughing.
Never a dull moment around here.
Well, I need to go. Can't wait to get my new ride. It needs an oil change and brake pads. Other than that it's good to go.
Yay!
So grateful for the little blessings in life.
Have a wonderful week.
I'll be back on the weekend.
My ex went to check it out for me, and he is going to let me know if it's in good condition. I had to leave work early so I could come home, call the insurance, call the tow place to get my Beast and figure out how much it would cost to register the new vehicle. This is such a pain, because stuff I should be able to do on the weekend, I have to do in one day.
I have to run to the insurance office and pay and get proof of insurance. I also have to run to the DMV which is on the other side of town. Then I have to hopefully get back to work before the end of shift so my poor friend doesn't have to work a ten hour day. She was kind enough to stay late for me if I don't get back, but the day she was having already, I really want to get back there soon. What's meant to be will be however, and we'll just see what happens. I may or may not get back there.
I am just waiting on the ex to call back and let me know when he is coming to get me. He is looking at the car with a mechanic friend of his. So hopefully it's a good car.
While I'm waiting I guess I'll just share some random things.
I watched the Superbowl. The team I picked won and the team my boys picked lost. Every one kept saying it was a boring game, didn't seem so to me, but I guess that's because I don't normally watch football. It was exciting for me, especially when my team would intercept the ball. The first time it happened, I yelled out, "Thank you little orange man for giving my team the ball!" then I started to giggle and the boys were cracking up at me.
I have been watching the buzzfeed on Facebook about the "Un-American Coke Ad" that apparently played(and I missed...probably because I was in my neighbor's apartment downstairs when my daughter was playing with the neighbor's kids and I was looking for my daughter's shoes, which we later found out were still in my daughter's bedroom). This Coke ad has people's panties in a twirl. Apparently, our National Anthem can only be sung in English, despite the fact our country is filled with a mish mosh of ethnicity. If anyone should complain it's the Native American. Thankfully my Polish ancestors weren't the ones who took their land as they didn't come here until 1900. And I have to say that the Native Americans are the only ones who would have any right complaining about what language the National Anthem should be sung in anyway.
Was there even a Native American in the ad???
Either sing the National Anthem in all languages, or don't sing it at all; that should solve everyone's problem.
Apparently that was the idea behind Coke's ad. They sang it in all the languages...at least that's how I interpreted the ads to be. Because every time I try to view it, it freezes up on me. I went to Youtube and even CNN's page when I clicked on the link on Facebook and I got an Esurance ad and then a black screen.
So...just going by here say and not actual fact, I can only come to the conclusion that some Americans who are all immigrants(except the aforementioned Native Americans) have a problem with immigrants of other countries singing our country's National Anthem in their native tongue.
Which spaceship did these individuals arrive on? Because last time I checked, we all are ancestors of someone who came in on a boat or by foot many moons ago.
I get so tired of people complaining about this race or that race, this language or that one, who is gay and who isn't, who buys cloth diapers and who buys disposable, who drinks Coke and who drinks Pepsi.
Seriously people, get over it already. It's like a bunch of kids on a grade school playground fighting over who has the nicer backpack.
Get a life.
Stop meddling in other people's lives and stop complaining so damn much. Life's too short. If we all just learned to get along and play nice with others life would be so much less complicated and more enjoyable.
I like all people, provided they are respectful and they don't hurt me or my children or my family and dearest friends.
Don't hurt anyone period.
Be kind.
Learn to laugh a little.
Learn to be accepting of others. It doesn't mean you have to agree with them, it just means you need to respect them.
Being open-minded has a lot of advantages.
I have one more story to share and then I have to go. I finally got the call. My ex is on his way. He said this car is "sweet!" and if I didn't need this one so bad, he'd of bought it for himself.
*giggles*
I told him I'll buy him a case of beer for all the running around he's doing.
So anyway, last night my daughter was reading her book to me from school. It's called Totally Crushed, about two girls who like the same boy.
Cute. Typical girly pre-teen book every girl reads.
She was reading it out to me, and she said "Anabelle told her friend Fo-Bee..." I saw the spelling of the name and I burst into tears from laughter. She said "whaaaaaaaaaat?" I said, "Honey," and I tapped her leg, "That's FEE-BEE(Phoebe)!" Oh my God, I could not stop laughing. Then she is laughing and we are both cracking up at each other laughing. This lasted a good five minutes. Even the boys were laughing at us laughing.
Never a dull moment around here.
Well, I need to go. Can't wait to get my new ride. It needs an oil change and brake pads. Other than that it's good to go.
Yay!
So grateful for the little blessings in life.
Have a wonderful week.
I'll be back on the weekend.
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