Is Cornflower Blue even a color?

Saturday 9: Midnight Train to Georgia....

I'm not sure if I'm early or late, but hell - I just like to play along :)
If you want to?  Click --->HERE to do so


1) Have you ever been to the Atlanta?
"The" Atlanta?  There's more than one?  Holy flippers!  Dammit!  Another place to put on my bucket list...  Regular Atlanta and then "The" Atlanta..


2) Do you enjoy traveling by train?
Only if I get on at Platform 9 3/4 and get off at Hogwarts

3) "Midnight Train to Georgia" is Sam Winters' signature number at the karaoke bar. What's your go-to song when you take the mic?
"Why Don't We Get Drunk"....  Or something as equally obnoxious.  In other words - I do not sing ever.  I would scare innocent women/children/gay men.  Won't happen.  Ever. 


4) Do you drink tea?
Only when I'm sick.  Then it's Earl Grey all the way..


5) What's the most recent thing you purchased for your home?
A magnet for my fridge.  I try to get one everywhere we go.  The only ones that I haven't purchased have been gifts.  My favorites are the ones from Hawaii from Pseudo :) that I won as a prize with a bunch of other awesome stuff

6) Are there dishes in your kitchen sink right now?
Maybe.  Don't judge.  Is *your* sink clean?


7) Have you ever been fingerprinted?
I SWEAR I really did have a lost puppy.  Dammit.  Now I have to get rid of the white paneled van..


8) What was the last check you wrote?
for services rendered


9) What color are your eyes?
not creepy cornflower blue, that's for sure..

What? Me? Serious??

Yeah yeah... it happens sometimes.

I've been following this case - mainly because of the circumstances, but even more so lately because a friend knew her and her family - click here and check it out.  Go ahead, I'll wait.

Got it?  Good. 

This really hit home for me.  Why?  Because I was in the same circumstances as that girl almost 17 years ago.  I was that girl.  I was pregnant with a baby that the father was trying all sorts of ways to get out of being a father to - including asking me to abort and when that was too late, asking me to put the baby up for adoption.  This was a man that I thought I loved - that I thought loved me.  That, months before I found out I was pregnant - was talking about moving in with me - the TV could go here, the other chair here, things like that.  And I believed him. 

Every.

Single.

Word.

Why?  Who knows.  I was in love - I wanted to believe that he was a better person.  I wanted to believe that my son's father wasn't an asshole, and that he wouldn't do that to me - he loved me (insert snort, snicker, guffaw - whatever, here).

Now, looking back - he never loved me - I doubt he's ever loved anyone but himself.  His whole life was and probably is still a big fat lie. 

Do I think, now, that given the opportunity, he would have done the same thing to me as Bluew did to Jenny?  Absolutely.  He is also a cop.  It's something about the power - the feeling of superiority - that they think they can do anything and get away with it.  Look at the news lately - especially in Boston.  There are cops being indicted for OUI's (finally), being bookies, doing drugs - shit, even selling drugs.  There are a lot of them that are dirty.  And what does that accomplish?  It makes the good ones look bad.

Since moving to the Midwest, I've met a lot of cops that are great guys.  Not pieces of poop like so many of the MSP or BPD that I knew.

Anyway - I digress.

Ladies - if you ever EVER think of getting involved with a married man?  STOP.  Don't do it.  You deserve more.   If you insist on it?  Know that this girl that you just read about?  She could be you.  Want to find out how much he loves you?  Tell him you're pregnant - you'll see a scramble the likes of which you've never seen before...

And know this - if he really TRULY wanted to be with you?  He would be.  There are courts that prevent the wife from keeping his kids away from him, she can't run away and take them to Canada (yes, I heard that one come out of his mouth), the way the laws are now - most of the time it's joint physical and legal custody.  Not just every other weekend. 

Liar liar pants on fire.

Oh, and last weekend was the baby-daddy's birthday - so if you happen to know or see Kevin rhymes with bay but starts with an F?  Tell him happy belated.  And then kick him in the knee for me...

Random Tuesday musings....

Musings... an interesting word.
mus·ing (myzng)


adj.
Deep in thought; contemplative.
n.
1. Contemplation; meditation.
2. A product of contemplation; a thought. "an elegant tapestry of quotations, musings, aphorisms, and autobiographical reflections" (James Atlas).

Musing (Urban dictionary)
1. To be perusing your mind -- as in searching for thoughts. Mind-perusing. Mirusing. Musing.
2. The act of listening to music by the band Muse.

Check out this new blog I absolutely love <--- click that linky thing there.  She's got lots of great stuff to say.  On a daily basis. 

I'm tired.  I'm tired of not doing much all day.  It's starting to make my brain turn into mush.  My New Year's goal is going to be to get into something that will be permanent, that will make me happy to go to every day and that I will feel fulfilled - like I actually did something all day. 

I'm having surgery in a few weeks.  Some certain... ahem.... certain lady parts are going to be smaller afterwards.  I am so geeked about it - can't wait.  And I could have had it sooner, but chose to wait until after both the Dropkick Murphys and Zac Brown Band concerts.  LOL  I have general admission tickets to both and something tells me being jostled about wouldn't be wise. 

I'm not sure which is worse - the fact that I've blocked my "family" on Facebook and also from being able to email or call me, or the fact that I don't think they even realize it.   

There have been some interesting visitors here lately.  Doing some interesting searches.  For interesting names, etc.  Hmmmmmmm
Whate else.....

The weekend in New Jersey was like therapy for me.  I needed that.  A weekend away - got to see old friends, make new ones, and just had an absolute blast.   I need to do that more often.  My whole attitude was changed when I got back.  I need to do more "me" things. 

And to start that off - I'm joining a gym next week.  I'm going to make my lazy ass go in there at least 3x week and start moving.  Once the boobies are gone, there's nothing holding me back.  LOL

Run, Forrest Run!

Happy Twooooooosday!

K

Pumpkin, Pumpkin, Pumpkin!

Click HERE to play along :)

And...here we go!




1. I said shut up, shut up, shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!  Some people that I work with make me nuts.  And all I can think to myself is "shutup... just, for the love of ALL that is good in this world SHUT UP".

2. Nothing is what I'm craving right now. I had fish & chips for lunch, and really, I'm pretty full.  so food-wise, nothing.  Except maybe something pumpkin.  I heart pumpkin stuff.  All pumpkin, all the time...

3. I was thinking about pumpkins now..  Happy? 

4. Come out and pick pumpkins with me, will you?

5. We should have pumpkin pie for dessert tonight..

6. I eat pumpkin stuff whether I want to or not!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to making pumpkin dip tomorrow my plans include a vendor event where I will serve - yep, you guessed it - pumpkin dip and Sunday, I want to turn into a pumpkin!  LOL

Part one..

Sunday Stealing: The End is Near Meme, Part 1  (so I did part 2 first, shoot me)

1. Ever been given or received an engagement ring?
Nope.  You asking?
 
2. Longest relationship?

Too long. 
 
3. Last gift you received?

I bought myself an iPad, does that count?
 
4. Ever dropped a mobile phone?

Duh.  Hasn't everyone?
 
5. When's the last time you worked out?

Does sex count?  Oh, wait.  I had a 10 month old over the weekend and carried her around - that works, right?
 
6. Thing(s) you spend a lot of money on?

Really?  I don't know.  Gas.  That's what I spend the most on these days.  Fookin' gas hogs.  Just let it go..
 
7. Last food you ate?

Dip.  It was good.

8. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?

The package.  I'll admit it.  I look.  LOL  

 
9. One favorite song?

Ramrod - live.
 
10. Where do you live?

Really?  Again with the personal questions?  Like I'm going to post my address here and have freaks looking in my window to see if I'm really punching your mom in frustration?  I think not.

11. High school attended:

AND graduated.  Go figure!
 
12. Cell phone provider:

The one that gives me the best service.
 
13. Favorite shop:

Shop?  How about store?  Jesus, this is dumb.  Home Depot.
 
14. Longest job:

Mom
 
15. Do you own a smart phone? Why?

Yes.  Because I can. What's your excuse?
 
16. Do you prank call people?

"Is this the cocksucker residence"?!?  That was fun, blaming it on my non-existent teenager... LOLOLOL
 
17. Last wedding you attended?

I have two coming up

18. First friend you'd call if you won the lottery:

Kim. 

19. Last time you saw your best friend(s)

yesterday
 
20. Favorite fast food Restaurant:

Anything without a drive through.  I don't like driving through to pick up my food.  That's no good.

 

The check is in the mail??

Sunday Stealing: The End is Near Meme, Part Two

21. BIGGIST LIE THAT YOU'VE EVER BEEN TOLD?
"I love you"...  Baby daddy.  'Nuff said.

22. BLONDES, BRUNETTES, REDHEADS OR BALD?

Oh I love a Mr. Clean head, I rub them and make wishes..

23. WHO DO YOU PHONE MOST?
Your Mom.  Late at night.

24. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB?

The corner of... oh.  Whoops.  dietary aide at a hospital.  That's it.  I swear. 

25. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE SUNDAY STEALING?

Stealing Saturday's shit. 

26. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
HAH!!   I AM going to get plastic surgery!!  I am! I am!   Apparently my nipples are in Indiana, and they should be in Grand Rapids.  So when I lose half my boobage, they will be in the right spots.  Hopefully. 

27. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?

I'm at work.  Come on. 

28. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?

My boobs.  Dammit.  Now people are going to have to look at my face.  Then they'll notice the wonky eye.  The left side doesn't quite work all the time..

29. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?

I've had moonshine, that shit is NASTY.  I'd stock up on the good stuff.

30. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT/HAVE?

I have 1.  Wanted more.  No such luck.  I'm now a barren spinster.  Chew on that one for a while. 

31. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?

Yeah, for babies.

32. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
You mean writing, on paper?  Like with a pen?

33. WHEN DID YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY?

Don't you think that's a wee bit personal?  Do I ask you things like that?  Seriously.  RUDE..

34. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Fuck yeah - I'm cool.

35. DO LOOKS MATTER?

No, but size does. 

36. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?

Punch your mom in the face. 

37. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?

If it were up your ass you'd know where it was, wouldn't you? 

I suppose Michigan is home, and MA is now my 2nd home..

38. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?

Who are these people and why do they keep waking me up?

39. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

My mother once said to me "sarcasm has no place in our lives".  My response?  "Really, Mary?  Really?"

40. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?

Best.

Experience.

Ever.

 

 

 

So....

My day so far?

Filled tray #1 of the copy machine.  Tray #2 was still full from yesterday's checking.

Put faxes in appropriate mail slots.

Dropped off mail to mail baskets.

Made coffee.

Drank coffee.

Checked email.

Checked Facebook.  Numerous times. 

Won a baby for the day on Saturday (SCORE!!)

Made a call to son's insurance company - told them what for.

Answered a call.  Wrong number.

Oh.  Ate breakfast.

Did I mention that I touched Bruce?  Did I?  Did I mention that it was his birthday when I touched him?  Just making sure.

I'm coming to a peace about having no further contact with some people in my family.  I emailed my stepmother about Thanksgiving and said "thanks, but no thanks"..  I feel bad because she's put in the middle of all this - but I just have to make clean breaks all around.  I don't need the negativity and nastiness in my life, it's not how I am - and to expect more from people that I really have never been that close with, well, that's life, I guess.   Family isn't always who you're related to by blood.  If nothing else, I've learned that in the past year.

Maybe it was the weekend away, maybe it's just all coming around - but I'm feeling better about life in general.  Then again, maybe it's the Paxil finally kicking in.  LOL

Happy Day!

Random Tuesday musings...

Oh my what a whirlwind weekend..  Left the flats of the midwest for the swamps of Jersey, and had one of the best weekends I've had in a long time.  I guess I needed a little break :)

Was proposed to (granted, he admitted in the next sentence that he'd pissed himself - but to his credit - he was in line for the portapotty).  Met Gary US Bonds (who called me "love") and Willie Nile (who called me "babe") and touched my Holy Grail - Bruce.  Does life get any better?

Sent a final picture to my son's grandmother (or, more accurately, his sperm donor's mother).  I wanted to add "shame on you" for ignoring this kid, but it's her choice - not mine.  I just said that if she wanted to know him, I'd do anything I could to facilitate it - but basically it was "your move".  I've been sending her pictures for years, and she's never responded - and I asked her if she didn't want them to return them, and she hasn't done that either. 

Saw such an inspiring gathering of people to honor one of my Bruce Buddies.  We really know how to "Take Care of Our Own"...  A huge tailgate in honor of Rich, that died in the line of duty back in April.  He was NYFD, and left behind a wife and two kids.  There were t-shirts, coozies, bracelets, lots of food, drink and peeps from all over the world - gathered for him, and to support his wife and daughter that were there.  All the money raised went to Maryanne - AKA the "frying pan" as Rich used to call her.   Another friend was able to pull some strings and got them backstage passes - as Bruce wanted to meet them.  HE requested to meet THEM.  how freaking cool is that?  They made Pat Reilly wait to go see him and let Maryanne and Kathryn go first.  :)  She said he'd just showered, and smelled like lemongrass, and had onion breath.  LOL   

Supporting each other in times of need.  I'm not sure life gets much better than that.

Happy Tuesday. 

Friday! Friday! Friday!

Yippeeeeeeee!

I'm off for the weekend in less than an hour.  Off to New Jersey (or, as we said growing up "Joizey")...

I'm flying into Newark and then hot-footing it over to the Meadowlands, now known as Met Life Center (?)  and getting into the G.A. line for Bruce.  That's right.  Brooooooooooooooooooooooooce. Say it with me.  Broooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooce!!!

Nice job.  :)

And then Saturday, I get to get up and do it all over again!  Ahhhhhhh  I haven't seen them since Danny's last show in Boston, so I think I'm due.  And no, I'm not bringing the boy.  So it's a Moms weekend away. 

cheer with me.  just a little.  :-)

Have a great weekend all!

Online Dating...

So.  It's been a while.  I thought I'd put myself out there.  You know.  And God knows I don't get out much.

I tried Match.com, but wasn't really impressed.  More on that later. 

My friend Julie has had wonderful luck with plentyoffish.com.  Someone else I know tried it and it worked out wonderfully for her, too.  So I think to myself, self - let's give this a try.

So I post a profile.  With a few pictures that I think are good ones (I hate - absolutely hate having my picture taken)..  And it asks body type.  And really, I have a few pounds to lose - so I put "a few extra pounds".  Seems right.  And I publish the profile.  My friend Tracey and I peruse the local singles, and I favorite a few - they look like decent guys, have a good sense of humor, all that. 

Well. 

Now it gets interesting

I think I've gotten lots of interest.  But none from any of the guys that I favorited.  Apparently putting "a few extra pounds" invites the "I've got a bum in the front" guys to think that I'm they're type.  I'm certainly not going to judge anyone for a few extra pounds, because, like I said - I could stand to lose some.  But really?  REALLY?  It's like Jabba the Hut is out there and looking for me. 

There was one guy that Tracey and I looked at that I immediately switched away from.  Bald on top, long on the sides.  Bright yellow shirt. 

Who do I get a message from?  Him.

Let's call him Bob for the sake of having a name.  Bob sends me a message, saying he'd like to get to know me, and that he used to work but now he's retired.... yada yada yada...



Oh.  And that he's only got one leg.


I politely declined his offer of meeting up.  Maybe today will be the day that someone that doesn't resemble Jabba, a Hobbit or a one legged bandit will want to talk to me.  It's better than Match.com - the man that dressed in "US Flagwear" and had professional pictures taken of him in it with his dog (service dog - he was blind) wanted to meet for coffee.

And I ask.  Is it ME? 

Maybe I'll try E-Harmony..........


sigh.........