Compartmentalization. Is that suppose to be a bad thing?

Would just like to confide in you blog that the hubby and I celebrated having two kids in school (and one napping).....yep, uh-huh...we celebrated in the living room. He's off on Friday..who knows where we might celebrate next! I would also like to confide that I have the best sex life EVER and I have more to say on this tawdry subject but it'll have to wait til later cuz right now I have to open the "I'm a fantastic Mom" compartment and go be that...with my bed head (or would that be couch head, floor head?). After that I'll be opening the " I'm a PTO Mom" compartment...

J-E-L-L-O

Do u ever get tired of being a big fat fucking cliche?

That's all I wanted to say....I wanted to Fb it but Fb is pissing me....no, i'm not going there again...I just mean cuz I have too many ppl that my mouth would offend and it's mostly their fault cuz I'm not one for friend requesting ppl. I figure If I ask you and then my mouth offends you, it's my bad but if it's the other way around then it's your fault.

BTW, my cryptic wanna be vaguebooking started out referring to Ashton Kutcher. I was Tweeting...sometimes it's so much easier to speak my mind there cuz...well, no one is there..anyways, I was tweeting and I follow him and sometimes he's so cliche. "Epic!" he says. What, doesn't everyone say that now. Maybe I'm just taking my pissed offness out on poor Ashton. It's my 8 year anniversary ( ok OUR...what the fuck ever) and I was totally down with spending it alone, cleaning, getting ready for school to start tomorrow AND then my honey came home and changed my plans and made me think we were gonna have dinner together (with kids of course) and now he's a no fucking show. Ggrrr. I've warned him about this before. I hate to expect something and not get it. I'm not one to get my hopes for the unlikely but if it looks likely or someone I trust makes promises.....

Anyways, I'm pissy. Won't be the last time I'll be pissy I guess....sure ain't the first.

And if you wanna know what I was tweeting ...well, there are no secrets on my blog. ;) I just said something about not having did this much hair removal since I got married and he better appreciate it. OH I did seriously come up with a good comic bit while I was nairing all the hair on my body. Some woman whose seriously excited about a date or going on a date for the first time should be nairing her legs and get a important phone call (possibly from this date) and forget she's nairing and accidentally nair her eyebrows. I thought if you did it right it could be a good funny bit. I come up with this stuff cuz I come so close to doing it myself. I'm so blonde and spacy sometimes that I could seriously imagine myself nairing my eyebrows EASILY.

Speaking of blonde and spacy, I'm smarter than you think I am. I'm someone you never wanna underestimate. I cover my slicing wit and intelligence with my blundering idiot charm. That way you never see me coming. :) on a similar subject (my intelligence or lack thereof), I saw an old friend while I was back in Texas @ Wally (where else?). And he teaches Senior math @ a local high school and we were saying how my brother needed a tutor and Otis says "Ginger was good at math". What universe was he on? I had another friend ( I'll admit this to you blog) that filled out a survey about me and I saved it. She said I was " one of the most intelligent people she knew". She was a smart girl and it felt good that she said so. I guess since I only use my brain, math, reading...skills these days to take care of a house and some kids then I need that reassurance now and then that the stuff in my head is not turning to jello as I go about fulfilling my mind- numbing daily chores. Though I do think Otis is suffering from memory loss. I was good at everything but if there was a thorn in my side then it was Math. One day soon I will take this jello in my head and shape it up and use it again...with purpose.

iPad

I'm typing on my new iPad. I can't tell I how lucky I feel to b me most of the time. It's like I'm living in a fairy tale. My kids are perfect, my house, my car, my hubby is awesome. My friends r the bestest, my family is so supportive and I feel so secure in their love for me. Well, I guess I could be thinner, quieter, nicer....a lot of things. Maybe it's not that everything is perfect but that I choose to see it that way. Perception is the key. To quote India Aire "Back when I had a little
I thought that I needed a lot
A little was over rated,
but a lot was a little too complicated
You see-Zero didn't satisfy me
A million didn't make me happy
That's when I learned a lesson
That it's all about your perception
Hey-are you a pauper or a superstar
So you act, so you feel, so you are
It ain't about the size of your car
It's about the size of the faith in your heart"

That's one of my favorite songs cuz I love the message. It's all in the 'tude. ;)

It changes..but really stays the same.

It amazes me how much things stay the same. You don't talk to or hear of people in a long time and when you meet them again...it's the same. The same ppl that were annoying, stupid, vicious, retarded, lazy, bitchy...they are the same. I mean I think I've changed since high school. Not that I was a bad person...some of my actions were bad. Maybe it's not so much that I have changed but my actions have. I like to think I've gained wisdom or at least new perspective through the years but I'm probably much the same. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the same people that I thought were interesting (one of the highest awards in my book), cool, sweet, funny...they still are too. Luckily time has left them as they are as well. And there are the occasional surprises..someone you didn't know well because they got overlooked or you didn't rotate in the same circles..it was always harder to 'border cross' then than it is now..well, those ppl can be a surprise. You can mourn the time you didn't take to know them better because it might have been worth your while. I also mourn the time I spent trying to delve into someone when it looked like there might be more and I hit shallow water all the way around. Sometimes you see what you want because you love the person ...instead of what's there.

Random Thoughts: Confessions, Prodigies, and Anne Shirley

Some random thoughts of the day:

Have you ever wanted to confess you deepest, darkest secrets to someone? Maybe not even those...just the embarrassing ones? The ones that you don't even tell yourself? We all want that, don't we? Someone who's gonna love us even when we spill the beans..own up to our biggest, ratiest mistakes. Sometimes I wanna spill the beans, sometimes I DO. I gotta big mouth and sometimes what someone else might consider their biggest, baddest secret just trickles off my tongue. It's camouflage. If you tell the truth when the truth doesn't matter then you can afford to tell a little white lie when it does. You just gotta know what matters to who and what doesn't.

I read about an 8 year old painting prodigy today. Apparently at 5 he drew just like a normal 5 year old and then one day his parents took him on vaca and he asked to draw a pic of the scene and BOOM..he's drawing with passion and zeal and he's taking a few lessons and wowing the world and making 100,000's of dollars. I thought..how lucky, to know at 8 what your life is gonna be like. To know your THAT good at something that your being compared to Monet and Picasso. To have found your life's work that easily....to have it dropped in your lap. No questions of a college major or money issues ..I guess maybe there is a flip side too...maybe you want those questions...maybe it ain't or shouldn't be so cut and dried at the ripe old age of 8...

I've been reading "Anne of Green Gables". I thought...how much better of a role model is she for today's  youth than Bella Swan. Anne was a girl of whimsical spirit and high minded morals. A sweet, honest, timeless girl ...I so thought I was Anne Shirley when I was a little girl. I was gonna grow up with my Gilbert and talk like Anne, walk like Anne...That wasn't a bad thing to aspire to be. I think I shall re-take Anne Shirley as my role model. Who says I'm too old for a role model? ;)

We can't all be survivors...

So I love my Nook SO much that I've read SIX books on it just since I got it. Wowzer. I've spent WAY too much money cuz it's SO easy to push the buy button when I want to read the next book.

Speaking of the next book, four of the books I've read were in the Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning. The heroine of the books is named Mac short for MacKayla and she starts out a simple twit of a girl and winds up being a badass Superwoman like girl whose still learning but somehow managing to kick butt ..mostly. I thought to myself...why do we like books and movies like this...where ppl in impossible cataclysmic situations manage to rise above the obstacles and prove themselves worthy of living and excelling. You know we like these kind of novels cuz we see ourselves. I mean say there was apocalyptic event we can't see ourselves being the sheep that are lying down ...the extras in the movieand letting it go in the first moments but the survivors..the tough ones, the stars of the show. We think somehow we're gonna be them...or we hope so. Do I think there is gonna be a cataclysmic event in the future? Definitely..even if your not a believer in the Bible or the Apocalypse I don't see how you can deny it. The government is preparing us for one...it will happen and as the Bible says...we will know not when or where. That's no reason to live in fear though...but sometimes I think it's a reason to live in preparation.

Porn or Erotica, Both?

So I got my Nook in the mail and on a recommendation from a friend (well, actually a couple of friends) I decided to buy some paranormal romance/erotica/supernatural..whatever you wanna call it by Joey Hill called "The Vampire Queens Servant" (the first in the series). Whoa, man...it's some smokin' hot gettin' it on STUFF! I am a little ashamed to say that I finished the whole book yesterday (in one day!!) and I can't wait to get the next one. On a related note, Foy visited today and I can't say for sure if the heart grows fonder with absence but I do know some other parts missed him. ;) (Yes, it's my blog and I can be inappropriate.)

And I am in the adult reading program at the library and if I write a blog about the book I read then I get my name in the pot an extra time for the prize but I'm embarrassed to write a blog about this one! I usually don't read romance cuz to me it feels like filler....like idle reading..I mean don't get me wrong, I don't read historical non-fiction stuff or anything but I do read things that I feel like have a storyline or take some thinking or have 'meat' ya know ...but in my defense this book DOES have a pretty good plot but I'd be lying if I told you I was gonna buy the second book for the story line...that would be like someone reading Playboy for the articles. And also on the similar topic, I think it's SO funny that women will read this stuff and admit it but won't admit to watching a porno or WEIRDER...have ethical or moral problems with porno but not with this erotica. Having read/watched both I'm here to tell you that this erotica I'm reading is WAY worse than any porn I've seen lately...I'm just saying. I mean I guess the erotica is all imagination but porn is ACTUAL ppl.