Keyword Seaching Freaks!

Yesterday, I was browsing the keyword analysis for this blog. I think I literally laughed out loud when I read some of these. These are word or phrases that people have searched for when they clicked on this blog:

cock slap


funny penis pictures


autocorrect cock jizz


dick fucking cucumber


cock slap day
Is there really a day for this? Can we make it a national holiday? I would love this!!!

funny dick slap
Aren't they all funny??

lock my dick up
.. and throw away the key, you sicko!

caps lock fuck yeah
Wooohooo! Let's hear it for caps lock! Right on, dude!!

smurf graduation
Did they even go to school?

Either these people did not bother to read the description or information from the search listing, or they were probably really pissed off if they thought they were going to find national cock slap day only to find my blog!?? ((or both))

Sunday Snaps 1/29

Crazy Things in Life

I was just sitting here thinking, isn't it funny how things work in life sometimes? I just spent the day having a fun girls day IN with some old friends of mine. One girl, I've known since I was 4 years old (I think I even wrote a post about her being my first best friend). We were best friends in early childhood but then had one stupid girl drama argument in like 5th grade and stopped talking. Then we reconnected via Facebook.

Another friend I have known since 4th grade. We were also good friends but then at about Junior High Age we kinda drifted apart and reconnected again.. via Facebook, lol.

The third friend was actually someone I have known since about 4th or 5th grade, but was NEVER friends with. I always thought she was annoying, and obnoxious. Like, the type of girl that would make me roll my eyes every time I saw her. Then she started dating my cousin about 2 years ago. At first I was like, "Ohhh nooo! Hes probably gonna bring her to the family reunions! ack!"... Then I went to the class reunion with the first 2 friends (my cousin was in my class, too, btw) and found out that this girl was actually quite funny, and made me giggle. Then we started talking on Facebook (wow, do I see an FB theme here?) and she and my cousin came to our housewarming party, and again, she had me laughing my ass off! My cousin and her got married back in October and I'm so happy to call her my cousin, too! I now spend time with her, tonight she dyed my hair, last week we were playing cards and laughing our butts off. Back in high school, I never in a million years would have dreamt that I would be hanging out with HER and become friends with HER!

It's funny how so many things change. This friend told me that when we were kids, if anyone talked shit about me, she stood up for me just because our moms worked together. When she told me that, it took me by so much surprise. Someone that never really spoke to me (not intentionally, btw), was standing up for me and I never knew it. This same friend also helps plan the class reunions. She told us last weekend that a few of the more popular people from our class were afraid to come to the reunion. This one girl who was kinda popular, she was very pretty.. and another one I thought was annoying, too. She was never mean to me, but we just didn't hang out with the same groups of people. I guess she said that she almost didn't come to the reunion because she thought no one liked her. She told about a story from high school where she said hi to someone in the hallway, and this person rolled her eyes at her.. and how much it hurt her that the girl did that. I was like, wow, she might have been talking about ME.. i would have been the one to roll my eyes at her!

Another guy from our class said he was afraid to come because he was such an ass in high school he didn't think anyone liked him.

.. and these were the popular kids. I guess sometimes I see people as being beautiful and popular and that they just thought they were too good for me... It's weird to think that they had the same worries as I did, and maybe they didn't talk to me not because they didn't like me or because I was fat, but because they thought I didn't like them? Some of them are just as insecure as I am.

I don't know. It's just my random thought for the night. Isn't it crazy how things/people/ideas can change over time?

Ice Ice Baby!

This week has been pretty good and went very fast. Kids didn't have school today because of ice, so they were stuck at home with me. It wasn't bad, I bribed them with doing something fun if they did things for me (like clean the living room and front porch) heh heh.

So I've been spending the week trying to work on ME. It's going pretty good. I'm taking small steps and making tiny goals instead of one great big goal. Right now, I'm working on controlling my thoughts and my hunger. When I feel hungry or begin thinking about the cookies in the kitchen, I try to stop and make myself think about if I really NEED it. This is going to be the most difficult part of the whole thing. Controlling my food addiction. .. Anyway, I have resurrected my old blog to post all of this stuff on. The first post will be some time tomorrow, check it out Journey To A New Found Me.

Last Saturday I ended up going to the little get together by myself because my husband had to work late. It was actually really fun. We all brought food and it was dee-lish! We had quesadillas, homemade mini pizzas, shredded chicken sandwiches, and cake! Mmm, oh yeah, that probably wasn't too healthy, huh?? This Saturday, we are having a spa day/girls day in. It's just going to be us girls dying hair, doing facials and make up, painting our nails... and a few cocktails. I'm looking sooo forward to it!

Oh yeah, I had another job interview Monday. The woman came and got me and took me to a room where there were 4 more women waiting to do the group interview! what the crap??! I wasn't prepared for a group interview! Luckily, they were all older ladies that have known each other for years and were joking around the whole time. It seemed to go really well. But, if they do offer it to me, I don't think I would be able to take it. It's only part time and as needed, so I'd only work when they needed someone to fill in. It's for two different offices and both have different hours. The first office works 6:30am - 2:30 pm, and the other works 8-4. My problem would be the 6:30 am time. I would have to leave at the same time as my husband and no daycare is going to be open at 5:30 in the morning. I also wouldn't want to drag my kids up and out at 5 in the freakin morning. We don't know anyone in this town that could just come and stay in the morning, and I cant take them out of town because they will have to go to school. The only option would be if my husband can change his schedule to second shift. I don't know how easy that would be though. Agh.

Weekly Dose

My Younger Years

I have a deep love for music, but it’s not music that most of you know and it’s not music that you typically hear on the radio. I love metal music. I’m a bonified proud headbanging metal head. I started out as a kid into 80s hair metal bands, but my tastes turned into harder and harder music (I still love 80s music, though, btw). When I was a teenager, I was introduced to the heaviest music on the planet: death metal. A friend of mine’s brother told me about a local radio station that had a metal show every weekend where they played nothing but the heaviest shit for a few hours. I was hooked. This is sort of where my adventure began.

When I was a senior in high school, I began my own underground metal magazine, also known as a “fanzine” or just “zine”. At first, I had no clue what I was doing. I started contacting underground bands asking for interviews. Of course, this was done via snail mail because back then only privileged people had computers and email. I was corresponding to bands and becoming friends with a lot of band members.

I graduated high school and this was it. I had a decent job, was living with my mom, had hardly any bills, was single, no kids; I was a free woman!! I began travelling to different metal shows and various metal fests around the country. I travelled to Milwaukee, Chicago, New York, and New Jersey, just to name a few places. I made some amazing friends. I had a great friend in the Philadelphia area that I used to visit and stay with. I had friends in Long Island, New York that I would stay with. They would throw a party when I came and they would always be such a blast!

My ‘zine began to grow. I would get backstage passes to interview bands or just to meet them. I went to over 100 concerts (I lost count along the way). I was so free and young! I would stay up until 3am and sleep all day, or go to work, if it was a work day.. I could handle it!

Along the way, I became friends with one of the Djs on the metal radio show that I listened to. He introduced me to a lot of bands and to the person in charge of the metal program at the radio station. It didn’t take me long to get trained and have my own metal radio show. I fucking loved it!! It was so awesome hosting my own metal show! I still have some cassette tape recordings of some of my shows somewhere. I had a lot of respect in the underground “scene” as we used to call it. First of all, I was a female (and females into such heavy music are pretty rare) who was into the music for the music, and not to be a groupie whore to any guy that was in a band. People who really knew me, knew that I had a heart of gold and this music was my passion. I put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into my magazine and it lasted for about 10 years. I had strangers come up to me at shows or festivals asking me if I was... me, telling me how much they loved my magazine or my radio show. 

Ok, stop your stereotypical thoughts right there. Many of you may be thinking, “eww, a bunch of greasy long haired tattoo laden headbangers?”. Shut your face. To be honest, many of my friends from back then may have looked a bit odd and even a little scary, but most of them had a big heart and would give the shirt off of their back to help a friend. I never felt judged by these people; everyone welcomed me with open arms.

I miss these days so much. They were the time of my life. I have soo many crazy stories and crazy memories from those days. One thing that sparked my idea to write this post was that one of my old friends from Chicago that I used to be close to, is terminally ill and under hospice care. He was one of those people that was very active, was in a band, traveled to other countries with his band, and he had this insanely funny sense of humor. He was one of those people that you could not be around without laughing your ass off! It’s breaking my heart to know he is going through this and that our days of fun are long gone.

Of course, I love my family. I just get depressed some times. I hardly ever get to go to any metal concerts because we don’t have the money. I’m stuck at home all the freakin time; never really get to go out and have fun and let loose. I have reconnected with a lot of my old friends from back then on Facebook and it’s great to catch up, but it’s just not the same. I know I can’t get those days back, none of us can ever get our past back, but I have the memories to hold on to forever. This is one reason why I am glad that I waited until I was a little older before having kids (I was 26 with my first). If I had a kid when I was a teenager like most of my friends did, I never would have gotten to experience any of this. I got to enjoy my teenage and young adults yours to the fullest.

Some memories:

Me with Alice Cooper (yes, the Alice Cooper!), circa '98?

My friend from Philly, and friend from Long Island at one of the Long Island parties.

My friend Carolyn with Piggy (R.I.P.) and Eric of Voivod (i was always the one taking the pic, lol)

Sunday Snaps 1/22

I took no photos this week, None, nada, zip, zilch, nothin! Sooo, I'm just posting some random pics for Sunday Snaps!

Online Shopping, Best Prices!

How many of you love to shop online? I know I do! It's so much easier to click, order, and have the product sent to you instead of dealing with annoying people in a real store. I just heard about become.com. You can search for anything you are looking for including flannel snap front robes, iPods, kids clothing, jewelry, and medical equipment.

While I was browsing around the store, I found this awesome long women's snap front duster by carole that I want for myself and they have the steve madden "rovvee" boot that I'm dying to get! Knee high boots are soooo hot!!

Once you search for any kind of item, become.com will give you price comparisons from different online stores and merchandisers, even ebay prices, so that you can be positive that you are getting the best price possible. It's your money, why would you want to spend more than you have to?

If you love to shop online like I do, become.com is the place to go!


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Daily Goodness

I don't like any of the writing prompts this week, so I've been sitting here trying to figure out what to write about tonight. I still haven't come up with too many ideas. Bad blogger, BAD!

I'm sitting here on a Friday night, bored as Hell. Husband has been asleep on the couch since like 8:00. I've been sitting here entering a bunch of giveaways and sweepstakes online. We *almost* had a semi-date night tomorrow night. My cousin's new wife invited us over for a couples night, with another couple friends that we have, just to watch a movie and eat some good food. He was actually going to go with me, but now he has to work 10 hours tomorrow. If he works the full 10 hours, he won't be home in time and I'll end up going by myself. *sigh* I don't know if I'll have more fun with or without him? Not like he would pay any attention to me while we were there anyway.

I have my good days and my bad days. I hate days where I just wake up in a pissed off mood and I'm snappy all day long. I really don't enjoy those days at all. Then I have days where everything makes me cry! A TV show can make me cry, one tiny little comment can make me cry, everything upsets me. ... Makes me hate being a woman some times! Then I have good days. These good days don't come very often. These are days where I feel great and energetic about the day, and just a completely good mood. My medication helps keep the bad days from being every day. I am still so thankful for my medicine. Even though I still have some bad days, I'm so much better than I was before I got on medication. I was just a mess. My mood swings were insane, I hated life and everyone in it (apart from family and close friends). I hated myself. Now, the depression still pops up once in awhile, but it is sooo much better than it used to be. I don't want to be on medication forever, but I don't want to go off of it either because it helps so much.

This was me before meds:

This is me now:

Happy, but still a bit cynical!!

Daily Dose

Doing It For Me!

This appeared earlier on my fb page:

(Sorry, had to make it huge so that you could read the words) I actually got very inspired by the advice my great friends gave me. I'm going to start working on ME and my happiness, instead of agonizing over someone who does nothing to make me happy. I know I am still stuck here for awhile, but that's going to give me time to seriously begin working on myself. I've become a lot stronger over the past 5 years or so. With our two separations, I really learned a lot about myself. I learned how strong of a woman I really am, and this is something that I have to keep reminding myself. I deserve to be happy and I'm going to make sure that I am. I have to become happy with myself before anything else. My plan so far is: To become healthier. By healthier, I mean exercising more, working on my food addiction, eating more vegetables and watching my portions of the bad stuff. Inspiring myself to do anything I want! Making ME happy for ME. ... I'm tired of being upset or depressed because of someone who promised to love me forever. I can't let him bring me down any more. Yesterday, I was in a pretty good mood until he got home, then it alll went down hill from there. He brought me down almost immediately, and it pissed me off! Why do I give him that power to bring me down like that? It's to the point now where I don't even wanna be nice to him or be around him at all. I'm happier when he is gone.

So yeah, that's where I'm at in life right now. I thought about resurrecting my old blog Finding The New Me. I haven't written in it since 2010. As you can see, it would need some fixing up before I resurrected it... but I"m still thinking on it. Do I really have time for a 4th blog? gah!

I have another job interview on Monday. I haven't even told anyone about it. I'm tired of getting excited about a job, just to never hear back about it. It's got me freaking out like what the Hell is wrong with me? Is it because I'm fat? Did I not dress good enough? Was I not polite enough? UGH! I want need a job! Plus we reallllly need the money... and it will give me more options for where to go from here with my marriage. I think getting a job would also give me a good boost to the self esteem.. getting out of the house, talking to other adults, and making a paycheck. Those 3 things all sounds perfect.

Daily Dose

PMHO: Happier Never After

I don't really speak about my husband too much on this blog, apart from his surgery and job problems. I've been wanting to write this post for awhile but haven't because not many people know about my marital problems. Only a couple of my close friends know anything about this. My family knows nothing; they think everything is great.

My husband and I have been married for 8 1/2 years now. We have separated twice. The first time was for 9 whole months. I was a wreck. I couldn't eat (lost 25 lbs), couldn't sleep, it was awful. He did and said a lot of hurtful things but as soon as he said he wanted to work things out, I went running back.

The second time was only for a couple of months. It was kind of a mutual thing just for us to have some time to ourselves and then see where things lead. This time, I was not a wreck. I cried here and there, but most of the time I was just angry, angry that he did this again. Twice now, he's gone through this whole pattern of not showing me any affection any more, no attention, like I'm just pushed to the back. Then he just decides that he thinks he is not in love with me any more, and needs time to "sort things out". This hasn't happened since 2008. We've had brief periods where we kind of grow apart, but we always end up back where we should be.

When things are good between us, they are super good. He treats me like his queen (even calls me his queen), is very affectionate, grabs my hand in public, and is great fun to be around.

Since we moved into our new house, it's been back to his old pattern, the only thing different this time is that he hasn't said that he's not in love with me any more, yet. Other than that, in the last 6 months he hasn't been affectionate to me at all, not even a hug, nada, nothing. When we are with friends, I seem to be just completely ignored as if I'm not even there. We live look room mates, Hell he doesnt even sleep in the same bed with me any more. He started out sleeping on the couch right before his shoulder surgery, saying that his shoulder was hurting too much for the bed and he had to kind of prop up on the couch. Ok, that's understandable. Then after his surgery, it was for the same reason, and he couldn't get comfortable at all anywhere really. Now his excuse is that it's because he gets up so many times during the night and doesn't want to "bother" me. Which he does have some insomnia problems, but he hasn't said much about it lately.

He just acts like he doesn't care about me any more. When I graduated college back in October, that was one of the biggest days of my life. My husband didn't even say "congratulations", "great job", "I'm proud of you", nothing. When my graduation ceremony was over, while all of the other students were getting hugs and "congratulations", I got a bitchy husband that didn't even hug me or anything, just pretty much, "let's go" and we left. I feel like he stole that moment from me.  .. I always seem to be at the bottom of his priority list, and everything else is above me. We live like friends, not husband and wife.

I've tried talking to him about this and ask him why he is doing this again. At first, his excuse was that it was because he was in so much pain from his shoulder, then it was because he was so stressed out about money. Now he acts oblivious to it all, like he doesn't know what I'm talking about if I mention any of these problems. If I mention my unhappiness, he says that I am the only one unhappy; that he is happy and loves me.

Over these past 6 months, my husband has changed a lot. It's like he's a different person. We really seem to have nothing in common apart from the kids. The only thing he really talks to me about is work or the kids. We never have serious late night conversations like we used to. I can't remember the last time he said ANYTHING nice to me, at all. When I say nice, I mean saying anything remotely flirty or loving. I don't ask him for much; I don't really ask him for anything any more. All I need is a few nice comments thrown my way here and there, and a little attention/affection now and then.

When I mention him changing so much, he says that maybe this is the REAL him. If this is the real him, then I don't like the new him, at all. I want my old husband back. The one that I could talk to for hours about anything and everything. The one that could always make me smile even when I was having a bad day. I want the husband that always called me "baby" (yes, I'm one of the few women that don't complain about that one, lol). The husband that I could have fun with and laugh with. The husband that loved me for me and could always put a smile on my face. The loving husband that would tell me I'm beautiful every day, even though I never asked.

He's not there any more. He doesn't take any time for ME any more. I feel invisible when he is around. I used to hate being away from him, now I'm much happier when he's gone. When his truck pulls in the driveway, I get that sinking feeling in my stomach.

Where do I go from here? Right now, I have so much anger and hurt inside of me, I wouldn't even begin to know how to get past that if things changed between us. We bought this house with money my grandmother left me, but it's in both of our names. Neither one of us is going to want to leave it. I'm stuck here anyway until I get a job and can get on my own. I feel like I've finally gotten to the end. I'm just tired of the same thing happening over and over again. When times get tough, he pushes me away, but expects me not to go anywhere. I've told him that I'm thinking of divorce. He says he doesn't want a divorce, but yet he does nothing to fix this mess. I just don't get it. He says he loves me and doesn't want a divorce, and he knows how much he is hurting me, but he is doing nothing to fix this. He mentioned going to marriage counseling. Again. We've been down that road before. Part of me doesn't want to bother with the fight any more. I almost feel like it's not worth it. I deserve better. I want better. I want the man I married back. I don't want our family to split up, causing so much stress on the kids.  I don't know where to go from here. He always says, "we'll talk about it later" because it's difficult for us to talk about anything with the kids around.. but later never comes. I've told him that if he doesn't want me to leave, he needs to fix this, and he hasn't. I can't fix it myself.



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NaBloPoMo: Beginning of Life

Prompt: Tell us about the beginning of your life.

This was actually a prompt from last week that I missed. I saw it tonight and thought how interesting this could be. The beginning of my life? Well, let's start from the very beginning. My mother and father lived together but they were not married. My mom said that my father just stayed home and drank all day while she worked and supported herself and him. When she found out she was pregnant, he asked her to marry him but she declined because she knew he wouldn't change. They split up after that and rumors started swirling that he wasn't my father and that another guy was. My mom went through most of the pregnancy by herself. Her mother, my grandmother, was VERY old fashioned, and my mom didn't even tell her that she was pregnant until right before she had me (I think). Her original plan was to give me up for adoption because she didn't think she could take care of me. She had some friends who were married and couldn't get pregnant, and they wanted a baby, so she was going to give me to them.

She spent 42 hours in hard labor, all by herself. When she had me, the only ones in the room were the nurses and the doctor. I had a difficult time coming into the world and the doctor thought they were going to lose me.

She ended up keeping me. She hid me from her mother for awhile, too afraid to tell her that she chose to keep me. Til one day, a relative saw her at the bank with me in tow. My grandmother wouldn't have much to do with me at first, wouldn't even talk about me. Then one day, my grandmother asked my mom to go shopping with her. My mom told her that she wasn't going to go without taking me. While my mom ran into one store by herself, she came out to find that my grandmother had taken me out of my carseat and was holding me on her lap.

My mom raised me all on her own. My father saw me when I was 3 weeks old; he just turned around and walked away because he believed the rumors that he wasn't my father. Most of my childhood, my mom worked 2 jobs and we always lived paycheck to paycheck. I had abusive babysitters, both physically and mentally. My mom took me out from their care as soon as she found out. One babysitter called CPS on my mom because I was teething and had a fever, my mom knew the reason behind the fever and didn't feel the need to take me to a doctor, so this babysitter decided she knew better and reported my mom, making her life Hell for about a year.

Finally, after so many bad babysitters, my grandmother began watching me on the weekends and every day in the summer. My mother never got child support and to this day, at 34 years old, I have never met my father.

Oh, and as far as the couple who were going to adopt me.. they ended up adopting a little girl 3 years later. They also helped with babysitting me and always treated me as if I were their own. That little girl they adopted ended up being a Hell child with numerous mental problems; even tried to kill her own (adopted) father, then got pregnant at age 15, which they (the grandparents) have custody of her daughter because she just didn't wanna take care of her. Geez, I bet they wished they got me instead, hahaha!

Sunday Snaps 1/15

NaBloPoMo: School Memories

Prompt: Tell us about your earliest school memories.

I can remember as far back as preschool. I was about 4 years old. I remember I had my first crush in preschool on a boy named Joey, but I was soo shy that I couldn't even talk to him. If he sat next to me, I would just freeze up.

I also remember I had my first "kiss", haha, if you can even call it that at such a young age! A boy named Jason.  I ended up knowing him all the way through high school, but don't know what has happened to him since.

Another memory from preschool that I will always remember is that we had chocolate milk for our snack every day. There would be 4 of us at a little table. When we were finished with our milk, we would show our empty glass to each kid at the table. The teachers would always tell us to be careful so that we didn't get chocolate milk on our clothes or anything. Well, I ended up showing my cup to this one girl and my cup wasn't completely empty, and I got chocolate milk all over the front of her white shirt. I was soooo scared that I was going to be in trouble!!

It's funny the things that stick in our mind after all these years. I often wonder what things my kids will remember when they are grown!

Friday the 13th, bwahahahahaaaaaa

Ugh, glad that this week is over and done with. We all ended up having this horrible stomach bug that totally sucked ass. My oldest had it first, then the rest of us all started getting sick Sunday evening. Getting sick every couple of hours is not fun at all!! I'm glad it is all over though, and things are back to normal again. Being sick is such a waste of time! I hate being sick for obvious reasons, but also because I don't get shit done (apart from shitting!). Then when I start feeling better I have a bunch of shit to catch up on.

That was why I didn't do Sunday Snaps again this week because Sunday was when I started to get sick. I'll do it this weekend though, not that anyone cares.

I've been kinda depressed lately. Too many people are dying. I wrote a post right before Christmas about people dying unexpectedly. Then I found out that an old friend of mine has a terminal disease. We used to be pretty close friends, he lives in Chicago. I spent a lot of time with him though before I got married and did the whole family thing. He was soo fucking funny, always doing or saying stupid shit, making everyone laugh. He is one of those people that everyone loves. We lost contact, but then found each other a few years ago on Myspace (and now Facebook). I know earlier this year, he mentioned something about having back problems and that he was in a wheelchair and couldn't walk. He was always trying to sell stuff to make money to pay his medical bills. Then a few months ago he posted on his Facebook that he was staying with his mom, and that he had a hospice nurse coming in. Hmmm, hospice, doesn't that mean terminal?? But I never came out and asked him. Then last night he posted an update about his health and said, "the hospice nurse seems to be bored with a man who has less than a year to live". .. Of course that shook me up a little bit, then I went and looked at some of his recent photos, and Holy Crap, he just looks soooo old. He's a little older than me, but not much. He looks like an old man now. I just can't imagine him not being around. He was always super active, was in a few bands, toured all over the world, now he's immobile and dying. It's just crazy how your life can just turn so quickly. We waste so much of our life bitching about this and that, starting drama, or arguing with loved ones. Life's too short for the bullshit. I've spent most of my life struggling with depression, hating myself, hating my life, hating everyone and every thing around me. I'm glad I got help for that and can enjoy what I have left of this life.

Enough heavy stuff. So, winter FINALLY decided to show up in the middle of January. It's like 16 degrees out, with a wind chill of -2, and it actually snowed a few inches. Not a lot, but this is the most we have gotten so far this fall/winter. Kids haven't even been able to go sledding yet! I don't mind though. I hate winter.

DAILY DOSE

Prompt: Who was your first friend?

When I was 4 years old, my mother and I moved to a new neighborhood. There was a girl who was the same age as me named Kellie. We became friends right away and were inseparable pretty quickly. I remember always staying the night at her house or her staying at mine. I remember playing at her house every day until the street light came on (that was my signal that it was time to head home) and going to the drive in movies with our moms. Even though we were in the same grade in school, we were never in the same class, but we were still best friend until about 5th grade. We had some stupid female drama argument and the "I'm never talking to you again" actually stuck. When we got to high school, we would say, "hi" to each other, but we were never really friends after 5th grade. She got messed up with a lot of bad stuff as a teenager, had a kid at 16, was doing drugs and drinking a lot.

We lost contact for years until actually just a couple of years ago when I found her on Myspace and we started chatting and catching up. Her son is all grown up now. We did hang out at our class reunion, and tried to make plans to do it again but things always seemed to fall through. Supposed to be having a girls night in on the 28th and hopefully she will be able to make it. Kinda funny, after really not being friends since 5th grade, we still ended up having a lot of things in common.

She is the first friend that I really remember. Her, and there were a brother and sister that lived on the same street and we all played together as kids, but they ended up moving away.

Social Media Twitter Hop!

I know I'm a little late this week. I am going to be a permanent co-host of the social media boost blog hop and will be posting this linky every Sunday! This linky is aimed more towards blogs that are not JUST mom/kid related! Believe it or not, there are other blogs besides just mom blogs or kid friendly blogs, and this is for the more adult oriented blogs. Now, when I say adult oriented, I don't mean porn! I mean, blogs for a more mature audience, for the audience that isn't offended easily by adult oriented talk. However, all  and any blogs can link up, but this is for the blogs who don't always fit in to all of the other hops!!

Rules: All we ask is that you follow the hosts and any co-hosts. If you stop by someone's blog from the hop or follow them, let them know that you came from here!

This weeks hope is especially for Twitter, so link up your Twitter accounts and make sure you follow the hosts!

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Post for the Day

This is my daily post. I have the stomach flu. Was up every couple of hours getting sick during the night. I've been resting most of the day. This is the first time I've been able to muster up enough energy to sit up and turn the laptop on. This so sucks ass. Even water is making my stomach cramp. Fuck you stomach virus!!!!!!!
 

NaBloPoMo: New Beginnings

Prompt: What is the hardest part about new beginnings?

All beginnings are scary. New beginnings can also mean that something is changing. If you are starting a new beginning at a job, it means you have a new job. If you are moving and starting a new beginning, it means you are leaving the past behind you and changing into something new. Change of any kind can be scary. Change can be both good or bad and we never really know which one it's going to be until we start the new beginning and experience it.

This month of NaBloPoMo is about the new year and most of the prompts will be based on this. A new year also means new change. We never know what the future holds for us. SOME kind of change is going to happen in the year 2012. January 1, of 2013 is not going to be the exact same as January 1, 2012. Things will change; someone may die, someone may be born, we may start a new job, we might move to a new place, who knows? Lots of things changed in 2011: I graduated college, we bought a house, we moved to a new town, my husband had surgery and then got a new job, I'm now job hunting for a job outside of the home; so many things have changed. Some good; some bad. What does 2012 hold for me and my family? Stick around with this blog and you will find out!

Welcome to the New Year!

I've done pretty good with the posting every day thing so far this week, except for Monday, I think I missed. .. and I didn't do the Sunday Snaps this week. I don't know why. lol

My New Year's Eve was pretty boring. Stayed at home with the kids. Hubs fell asleep at like... 10:00 on the couch, my youngest son got sent to bed early for disorderly conduct, so it was just my son, daughter and I staying up til midnight. This is the first year the kids have stayed up to watch the ball drop on TV. Usually they go to bed before it happens. We had fun though, watched a movie and then the ball drop. I always get kind of depressed on New Year's Eve. I haven't actually gone anywhere on New Year's Eve since like... wow, 10 years ago? We never do shit for New Year's Eve. I wanna go out and party on New Year's Eve... not necessarily just to get drunk and party (though that is part of the fun), but just to have fun with adults and have that midnight kiss! I always feel like everyone else is out celebrating and I'm stuck at home like always. I haven't gone out without my kids since the concert I went to back in freakin September! Midnight comes and goes, I hear the fireworks going off in the distance, while I'm just here in my PJs.

I'm really starting to get discouraged about this whole job thing. The place I had my last interview never called me. I had a voicemail from one place I applied to, I called them back twice, both times got voicemail and left messages, but she never called me back. It just doesn't seem fair that some people find jobs right away and others don't. A good friend of mine just finished school last month, and guess what? She got a job the other day. It was a job that was too far away for me anyway, so I would not have applied, and I want to feel happy for her. I am happy for her because she's a cool chick and all, but damn it all to Hell, I'm starting to feel the big J bug. JEALOUSY. I mean, the Hell my family has been through and how badly we need money right now just to get caught up on things, we probably need a job more than these other people that are finding jobs right away. Sometimes it seems that being a good and nice person just doesnt fucking matter and gets you nowhere any way.

Anyhooters, my kids went back to school this week. YAY, a little bit of peace and quiet.. until 2:45 when they walk in the door, ha! Oh, that's another thing. It really sucks having 3 kids so close in age, all in the same school because they are all 3 selling the same crap or raising money for the same stuff at the same time. Right now, their school is raising money for the American Heart Association. A great cause, I do agree, but god damn it, we are already hurting for money, now we gotta figure out how much to give to 3 different kids, even though we don't have the money! We don't have much family either, and everyone wants it to be fair and even, so they all have to give a smaller amount to each one. Guess I better get used to it though, they are always going to be in the same grades, well, 2 of them will be. It's really bad at picture time, paying for THREE kids school pics at once. Kids are expensive, I need to return mine for a refund!!

WEEKLY DOSE

Why I Heart Auto-Correct

Lately, a lot of people have been posting those auto-correct text conversations, where the auto-correct makes a word something really offensive or funny. I'm sure some of them are made up, but I love reading these things. The other day I was reading through a list of the top 25 funniest. I was literally laughing out loud at these, and it actually takes a lot to make me REALLY LOL. I have a really perverted and sick sense of humor. I think that most things that the majority of the human race think are rude or disgusting are freakin' hilarious. I'm the 30-something college student that would sit in the back row trying to stifle a roar of laughter because of something the teacher said that could have been turned into something perverted. Yeah, that's me. I can be immature when it comes to crap like that and once I try to stifle a laugh, it just gets worse and my face gets bright red... Just like in high school, haha... it's really funny if you snort while trying to hold back a laugh.

Anyway, I saved some of the best auto-corrected conversations, the ones that literally made me LOL::::

Holy Hell that's some funny shit right there. Cock Slap! I still laugh every time I think about it, and every time I hit the caps lock button on my keyboard, all I can think of is COCK SLAP!!

I really don't know which is funnier to me; the cock and jizz, or the Auto Cucumber!! IF someone actually made this one up, they are a fucking genius!!!

Not My Penis.. my Penis! bahahahaha, how can you NOT find that funny??? His new penis!

As if manboobs weren't funny in the first place, this guy has a BAD case of them!! 

And THESE are why, I heart auto-correct.