Random ramblings...

Have you ever sat down and thought to yourself "why"? Why do certain people act the way they do? Why does someone not like you? Why do you like the things you like? Well I have. I've always been told "curiosity killed the cat." Well, if that's the case, my cat has been dead for years.

I'm intrigued with the unknown. For instance, why does a certain person not talk to me anymore? I haven't done anything wrong. We were perfectly fine in our relationship until....nothing. This person just stopped talking to me, stopped emailing me, deleted me off their friend's list on Facebook. I haven't done anything. I didn't say anything. It just happened. It normally wouldn't bother me, I have random people do that to me from time to time. But this person did it to a whole side of my family. My husband, mother-in-law, father-in-law and myself have all found ourselves ex-communicated from this person. None of us know why. We each have our suspicions as to why we have been shunned, but none of these reasons are very legitimate. If the reasons we are thinking of are, in fact, the reason why we are being ignored, then this person needs some growing up to do. Sometimes I want to reach out and ask this person why they are doing this to us. But then I always stop and think "if this person has just dropped all of us from their life with no explanation, is that really a person you want in your life?" Sometimes, life can be so confusing.
Just some ramblings...this is what happens when your children go to bed at 7pm and your husband is sick. I stay awake....thinking. Not always a good thing. Maybe I'll send a text message or an email. I might even make a phone call if I can find the time.
I guess I should be going to bed now. I'm getting tired and have to be up early for work in the morning.

Times Flies

"Times flies when you're having fun." That's what I've always been told. Never really believed it, until now. I woke up one morning and everyone I loved is grown. My oldest son is now in school. My youngest son will be turning two years old next month. My little cousin will be in high school next year. All this hit me while I was watching a football game last night.

I was at the Lytle Stadium in town watching my little (and most favorite) cousin's football game. Chase is twelve years old. I can still remember changing his diapers. Dropping him on his head. Chasing him around the house. Taking him to school every morning after our trip to the doughnut shop. He is no longer a little boy. He is growing into a man. He has lots of friends. He is very intelligent. And has a huge heart. Where did this little man come from?! It seems like yesterday he was just a baby.

My oldest son is now in Pre-K. He had his first field trip today. He got to participate in Red Ribbon Week. He was chosen to ride on the DC Cannon homecoming float. He tells jokes, watches "lost", and tells me I'm his favorite. How did he become this little guy right before my eyes. His little brother, Evan, will be turning two years old next month. I still see him as my newborn. I remember him not even being able to crawl. I remember having to wake up every four hours to feed him. Where did these kids come from? How did I miss them growing right in front of my face? I've been home with them for their entire lives and I still missed it. Where did the time go?

Heck, my dogs are even growing up! Chevy, my great dane, is 150 pounds and over six feet tall when he stands on his hind legs. I remember bringing him home as a little puppy. My chihuahua, Sadie, is now pregnant. They are growing so fast.

I wish I could freeze time and stay in this moment forever. I don't want Chase to be in high school. I don't want Aiden and Evan to grow up. I want my little babies back. I've already missed so much, I don't want to miss any more!

Born to be a Comedian

I have two children. My oldest, Aiden, is four years old. Aiden was born to be a comedian. He can walk into a room and make you roll with laughter. He is very intelligent for his age, and he can remember almost anything. He says some of the funniest things. I can not believe what comes out of his mouth at times. I've been told he is hilarious, blunt, and honest. Those are very good qualities in a person. These are some of the conversations that we have had over the past few months.

Conversations with Aiden:

Aiden: "It puts the lotion on it's skin."
Me: "What?!"
Aiden: "It puts the lotion on it's skin. Muahahahaha!"



Me: "Aiden, what are you doing?"
Aiden: "I'm cleaning out my closet."
Me: "Why?"
Aiden: "I'm sorry Momma. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet."



Aiden: "If you don't take me outside to play in the snow I'm gonna bust you open!"
Me: "Ok.....let's go play."

Me: "Aiden, come here, please."
Aiden: "Aiden's not here."
Me: "Yes you are, you just said something."
Aiden: "No, I'm Slim Aiden...South coast in the hood!"

Aiden is watching Sid the Science Kid and Sid asked a question: "What do you think happens to the food in your stomach?" Mae answered, "I think all the food bits get together and have a party!" Aiden made a face and said "That kid is an idiot!"

Aiden: "I want to watch you burn!"
Me: "WHAT?!"
Aiden: "Not you, just this worm."
Me: "Ok, just checking."

Aiden came up to me and said "Momma, you are looking mighty fine today. Let's go to Wal-Mart and buy some ice cream."

Aiden walks into the living room and gives me a big hug.
Aiden: "Momma, I missed you so much."
Me: "I've been here all day."
Aiden: "Oh....my bad. I didn't miss you."

We were watching a Sesame Street episode about whales. A little girl said "A whale blows water out of it's blow hole." Aiden looked up at the TV and yelled "I'm not a blow hole, you're the stupid blow hole!"

Aiden: "Momma, I like it when you clean my room."
Me: "I bet you do. Why don't you get off your lazy butt and help me?"
Aiden: "No...you can clean my room and I'll just swing around like a monkey."
Me: "That's not very fair."
Aiden: "Momma, life is not fair!"

Aiden: "Momma, how old am I?"
Me: "4."
Aiden: "When do I get to be 21?"
Me: "In 17 years, why?"
Aiden: "Cause when I'm 21, I'm getting married."
Me: "Who are you going to marry?"
Aiden: "Maddie. She is my girlfriend and she is the most beautiful girl ever."
Me: "I thought you said I was the most beautiful girl ever..."
Aiden: "No momma, you're old...and a butterball."



Aiden: "Dang momma, it's cold in here."
Me: "I know honey. I turned the heater on, it should get warmer in a minute."
Aiden: "Well, hurry up. My nipples can cut class over here!"

Aiden: "Momma, do you have a baby in your belly?"
Me: "No!!"
Aiden: "Then why are you so fluffy?"
Me: "Because I'm fat, Aiden."
Aiden: "Oh, ok."

Aiden: "What are we having for dinner?"
Me: "Tacos, are you hungry?"
Aiden: "Yes. When is daddy gonna make the tacos?"
Me: "Daddy is working late. I'm gonna make them."
Aiden: "Ummmm......I'm not hungry."



Aiden and I are sitting on the couch watching "Lost". He asks me, "Momma, isn't that Ben?"
Me: "Yes, honey."
Aiden: "But how did he get out of the gun closet? And I thought his name was Henry."
Me: "His name is really, Ben, he lied to them and said his name was Henry. And Michael let him out of the gun closet."
Aiden: "But why? Where is Sayid, and Jack?"
Me: "I'm not sure."
Aiden: "Well, that's stupid. You are watching this show too!"
Me: "I know, but I can't remember where they are."
Aiden: "Ugh....I guess I'll have to figure it out myself."
He is four years old, watches "Lost" AND can follow the story. I'm 22 and I get confused!



Aiden and I are watching TV when a Victoria's Secret commercial comes on, Aiden says "Oh, I think I'm in love!"

We've Lost Our Way...

I can't stand to watch the news anymore. There is so much bull crap. Why do we care about the most miniscule things? What has our nation come to? Why do we allow ignorance? How can we be allowed to sue someone over the most ridiculous things?

I like watching Gabriel Iglesias, I think he is so funny. I added his page on Facebook and this is what came up this morning:
Gabriel Iglesias
I MADE THE NEWS IN TEXAS FOR GETTING A HAIRCUT ;p
http://www.myplainview.com/news/article_dbe4066e-fd22-11e0-ae5e-001cc4c002e0.html

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Seriously?! I like him a lot, but why does his haircut need to make the news? And what's worse....it's MY HOME STATE!! Who really cares if he gets a haircut? I personally could care less.




Another stupid thing also popped up on Facebook this morning:

Are you FLIPPIN' KIDDING ME?! Why is this woman even news enough to be in our papers? She is ignorant! Stupid doesn't even begin to cover this woman....and her husband! HE BELIEVED HER! It isn't even scientifically possible. She is going to sue the cinema and the producers? Really?! Why? Because she cheated on her husband while he was away and she made up this ridiculous story to cover her butt? This shouldn't even be acknowledged!

On another note, what does it matter if President Obama doesn't want his children watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Why would she throw a huge fit about it? My first thought when hearing this was "Oh my gosh. She is flipping stupid!" Why was she at the White House in the first place? Did she donate money to our government or military. I highly doubt it. That brings me to another point: Why are famous actors and performers allowed to go to White House? Unless they are contributing money to our downward spiraling nation I don't think they need to be in the White House. Why are they going? So they can eat dinner with the President and be on the news? I am a huge Channing Tatum fan. If I heard on the news that he went to the White House to eat dinner with President Obama, my first thought would be "Why? Is he contributing somehow?" If these people aren't trying to help, they have no business in our White House.

A few months ago, I heard about someone (let's call him John) breaking into someones house (let's call him Jim.) When John was crawling into Jim's window he cut his leg on a piece of glass. He then sued Jim, and won! Why?! He was breaking and entering. He was found guilty. Why was he even allowed to sue Jim? He didn't learn anything except how to take more of Jim's money! It is so ridiculous!

A few years ago, a woman (or man, not really sure) ordered coffee from McDonalds. The coffee was hot, which it normally is. She spilled her coffee and burnt herself. She then sued McDonalds. Once again, WHY?! Why was she allowed to sue them? It's common sense...coffee=hot!

I say, get the nonsense out of our news. Stop recognizing stupidity. What has our nation come to? Why are we allowed to act like morons and then placed in our media? I don't care if Lindsay Lohan is going back to jail. If Michael Vick was sent to jail for dog fighting, he shouldn't be allowed to play football anymore. He should be treated like any other person. Stop allowing the famous people to act reckless and immature and get off with a slap on the wrist.

We have more important things to worry about like our economy, the homeless, child/spouse abuse, finding a cure for cancer/diseases. Why are we wasting our time and resources on this pathetic crap? Doctors are worried about the growing increase in child obesity. Maybe it's because kids are allowed to stay in the house all day watching tv and playing video games. That also ties in with the increasing amount of children diagnosed with ADD/ADHD. When a child is a little wild and crazy they are labeled with a disability. Has everyone forgotten about children being energetic. Send your kid outside! They can run around, get some fresh air and exercise. It will burn off energy and fat at the same time. Kids will no longer be fat and disabled! When I was a young child, I don't think I was ever inside. You could give me a stick and a rock and I'd find a way to entertain myself. Stop being lazy. Stop placing labels. Stop trying to medicate everything, use what nature has provided!

We have lost our way...Take in the words of our fore-fathers and create a better America!

"The creed of our democracy is that liberty is acquired and kept by men and women who are strong and self-reliant...men and women who are just, and understanding, and generous to others-men and women who are capable of disciplining themselves. For they are the rulers and they must rule themselves."
-Franklin D. Roosevelt

"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free."
-Ronald Reagan

"Now is the time for all of us to be patriots in the best sense of the word, not content simply to enjoy the blessing of the system we have inherited but to try to make our nation better, to hand on to the next generation a better America, truer to its promise, its potential and its own ideals."
-John D. Rockefeller III

"Our great modern Republic. May those who seek the blessings of its institutions and the protection of its flag remember the obligations they impose."
-Ulysses S. Grant

"There can be no divided allegiance here. We have room for but one flag....We have room for but one language....We have room for but one sole loyalty, and that is the loyalty to the American people..."
-Theodore Roosevelt

"It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion...that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth."
-Abraham Lincoln

YES!!!!!

After two long months, I finally got the job I have been dreaming of. No, it is not my exact dream job, but it is the job I wanted the most. It has great pay, excellent benefits....I can't wait to start working!

I've been out of the working business for almost three years. I love my children, and I am very grateful to have been able to spend all this time with them. But it is time for me to step back into the working world.

When I got the phone call I almost cried. I applied to this specific job back in August. I went for an interview, and I thought it had went well. Turns out I was second best. They gave the job to someone else. Well, that someone quit after only two weeks. I was called in for a second interview. Things were looking pretty good. Two weeks after my second interview, I was told they were no longer going to fill the position. I was devastated. I had really wanted this job. Being upset and on a rampage, I applied for at least fifty other jobs. Night shift, weekend, traveling, it didn't matter. I was determined to find a job. Out of nowhere, I got a call from CF Jordan (the job I had wanted so badly.) I was ecstatic! Two days after that phone call, I had already received an offer letter and taken a drug test. My starting date is October 31st. I could not be happier! Now I have to wait....

This job will help us out more than you know, not that we were having huge financial problems. But it will definitely take the stress off of my husband who has been our sole provider for the last three years. We can go on date nights whenever we want. We can buy the boys tons of clothes for school. We can buy items from their fundraisers. No planning or budgeting necessary. I can now finally buy my husband a Christmas/birthday/father's day gift without having to ask him if we can afford it. We can do more things to help out with our community. Just last week, we were asked to join a community labor function. It was in Arlington, which is about an hour and a half away from our house. We would have loved to help, but we couldn't afford the gas to get out there. Now we can. Both of our grandparents are going through a little financial bump, we can not afford to help them out. We can afford for my husband to have knee surgery, which he desperately needs. This job is one of the best things that has happened to me.

Working late or weekends...no problem. I will do anything to keep this job. I will go above and beyond to be the best dang employee ever. Believe me!

The Never Ending Story

Every day begins exactly the same. I wake up to the wailing of my alarm clock which is set to a grueling 5:30am. I hit the snooze button a few times. I toss and turn. Eventually, I drag myself out of bed around 5:50am. The day has begun.
I sleepily walk through our house to the kitchen. I gather up the sandwich meat, Miracle Whip, cheese, and bread. I make my husband two sandwiches for his lunch. I throw in a few bananas and the leftovers from dinner. His lunch is complete.
Now I get his clothes ready for work. It's always the same thing; a cut off shirt, shorts, black ankle socks, and tennis shoes. Depending on the weather, I might lay out a pair of sweat pants and a jacket. I put his lunch into his backpack, lay his clothes on the couch, and go back into our bedroom to wake up the sleeping giant.
I have learned a few things during our six years togther. 1) Don't touch him while he is sleeping. 2) Don't turn the light on to wake him up. 3) Don't pull off his blanket. That doesn't leave me with very many options. I resort to my old routine. I walk into the room yelling "Oh my gosh babe, you need to get up NOW! I over slept and it's 6:15!" It is not 6:15, in fact, it is only 6:00. He throws his covers off, jumps out of bed, yells a few profanities in my direction and heads to the bathroom. When he finally reaches the living room, he has realized that he is not running late. So he slowly puts on his clothes and heads out the door. I follow him out carrying his backpack, motorcycle helmet, and a towel to wipe the seat. We kiss good-bye. He heads off to work, I go back inside.
With all the profanities and my husband's clumsily knocking over things, my oldest son, Aiden, wakes up. He comes stumbling into the living room asking, "Can I get my school shoes?" He loves school. I can't blame him, I loved school too. Now I am faced with my first decision of the day: Do I let him get his shoes? This may not seem like a problem to most people, but in my house, it is. If I allow him to get his shoes now, he will want me to get his clothes and backpack. He will spend the next hour asking "Can I go to school now?" Which I have to reply with "no". If I make him wait he will whine for the next hour, "Why can't I get my shoes," "Why can't I go to school," "I guess I wont go to school ever again." On this particular morning, I allow him to get his shoes. He is extremely happy and begins squealing with joy. This awakens "The Monster" my youngest child, Evan.
Evan comes crashing into the living room. He knocks over everything in his path, and grabs the first cup he sees screaming, "drink, drink, DRINK!" I get him a glass of milk and turn on SpongeBob SquarePants. I get the boys dressed and we sit and wait for Aiden's ride to school. At first, things are calm. The boys are sitting on the couch watching cartoons, I have a few moments of peace. Then out comes Sadie, my pregnant Chihuahua. Aiden spies her first and runs over to her. This causes Evan to get jealous and he too runs over to Sadie. Now they are fighting over who gets to hold her. I break them apart and put Sadie in my lap. This doesn't go over well. Aiden is whining because he doesn't get to hold her. Evan is running over to me every five seconds trying to steal Sadie out of my lap. After a few minutes, Aiden's ride gets here.
We walk outside and put Aiden in the car. Evan is screaming because he wants to go with Aiden. I pry Evan away from the car and we go back inside. But the fun isn't over yet...
Our house is not on a concreate slab, so it becomes unlevel very easily. The doors wont shut, the windows wont open, cracks appear in the walls. With the dry Texas weather, we now have to lock our door at all times. If we don't it will open at random times. This morning I forgot to lock the door. My Great Dane, Chevy, and my German Shepard, Hemi, come crashing into the house. They track mud all over the floor and make a bee-line for the trash can. After five minutes of coralling, I get them back outside. Evan has taken this opportunity to get the toothpaste and use it as hair gel. I put him in the bathtub, and start cleaning the toothpaste covered floor. When I get Evan out of the tub, he runs straight for my oil pastels which I unknowingly left of the coffee table. He colors the floor, walls, and desk with a bright red. I now have another mess to clean up.
After the pastels are wiped clean and the floors are spotless, it is time for laundry. I take the load out of the drier and place them on the couch for folding. Sadie jumps on my pile of clothes, causing dog hair to cover my fresh laundry. I'm not in the mood to re-wash them, so I use the lint roller.
Evan is now sitting at the table throwig his breakfast on the floor. Sadie is under his feet eating whatever she can. I am trying not to cry. It's only 8:45am. I have four hours until lunch time. One more bath for Evan, nap time, and a little peace is in the near future. So close but yet so far.
I check my emails and start my job hunt to pass the time. I recieved an email from a job I have applied for saying "We regret to inform you that we have already filed the position. Don't let this deter your job search. Something good will happen soon. I wish you the best." I know they were trying to be nice in my time of need, but that just seemed like a giant slap in the face. I have been job searching since March of 2010. No luck, stupid economy. I apply for six more jobs and call it quits.
I still have a lot to do before I can truely relax. Dishes need washing, clothes need to be folded and put away, the air filter in the AC unit needs cleaning, floors need sweeping and mopping, phone calls need to be made, and disinfecting needs to be done (since I was sick all day yesterday.)
This is my day to day life. No changes. Oh how I wish I were a billionaire......I could pay someone to clean for me and I could spend my days playing with my boys. I want nothing more than a nice long nap.

My Bucket List

Everyone needs a bucket list. A to-do list to be completed before your dying day. I have a lot of hopes and dreams. Most of them are extravagant things....things I will most likely never do. But I figured now is as good a time as any to start making my bucket list.



#1) BUY THESE SHOES!!!!!!!!
If you have read my previous blog about my best friend, you know that we are HUGE Freddy Kruger fans! These shoes are custom made. They come in a cool custom "Nightmare box" and a "Dressed to Kill" T-shirt. It's $550.00 for the entire package. I AM GOING TO BUY US THESE SHOES!!! I may have to save up money until I'm 80 years old, but at least we will have the coolest shoes at the retirement home!




































#2) SEE SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE IN NEW YORK
I have seen every episode of SNL. I have Netflix on my Xbox 360....and a LOT of spare time. I want to go to New York and see it performed live. I would honestly rather be IN the show but I would have to be famous. So I'll just stick with watching in the studio.


#3) GO TO IRELAND
I am Irish...or at least that's what I've been told. I would like to go to Ireland and learn more about my heritage. I've never been out of the country. I'm afraid of going to a foreign country and getting lost. I wouldn't be able to ask for directions because no one would speak English. Then I would get mugged and be BROKE in a foreign country. So before I die, I am going to get over this fear by visiting another country.

#4) GO TO AUSTRALIA
When I was younger, I watched the Olsen twin movie about living in Australia. After that, I have always wanted to visit Australia, but my fears (listed above) have always stopped me. It would make a great family vacation. My husband could go surfing, my children and I could go exploring, it would be fun for everyone. My fears of non-English speaking and muggings shall be demolished!

#5) WRITE A BOOK
I have always wanted to write a book. I am going to sit down and write, and write and write until I have a book. It may never get published, actually it probably never will. I can just pass it down to my future grandchildren. Who knows, they might get a kick out of it.

#6) TAKE MY PAINTINGS TO AN ART EXHIBIT
I have a lot of drawings stashed away. Some are oil paints, some are charcoal, some are with crayons....but I have a LOT of them. I think I am rather talented. One day, I want to gather up my best and take them to an exhibit. Love them or hate them, at least I tried.

#7) FINALLY CREATE MY TU-TU'S FOR AN ACTUAL HUMAN
I have a creative idea in my head....I want to make tu-tu's and matching bows for a little girl. If I ever have a daughter, I wanted to make her a tu-tu and matching bow for every holiday. Red, white and blue for the Fourth of July. Purple, black and orange for Halloween. Green and red for Christmas. So on and so forth. There are two problems with this logic. 1) I have two sons....2) I never have time to make bows and tu-tu's. So before I die, I want to sit down and make these. I may have to donate them to charity, sell them online, or give them away...but I will do it. I am going to make time for tu-tu's!

#8) TAKE ADULT DANCE CLASSES
I love dancing. I took dance lessons for thirteen years. I have looked into taking classes again, but I can only find classes that cost an arm and a leg. I wouldn't be very graceful with only one arm and one leg! One day, I WILL find a cheaper class and take it.


Life is too short to waste on dreams. I'm going to LIVE my life not dream about it. My list may be short, but it is near and dear to my heart. I WILL DO ALL OF THE ABOVE! I WILL NOT DIE THINKING "WHAT IF..."

When I grow up...

I am 22 years old, and I STILL do not not know what I want to be when I grow up. I go through phases. One day I want to be a teacher, a doctor, a music producer...the next day I want to be an astronomer, a child care provider, or an actress. When will the mind games ever end?

I've been on the hunt for a job since March of 2011, with no luck might I add. I have only had three jobs in my life! I have worked in retail, in a school district, and have done some office work for an electrical contractor. Not much "experience" to add to a resume. So here I sit, for the umpteenth time, searching jobs that deal with my "love" of things. I use the word love very loosely. If I say I "love" something, I mean that it brings me joy, calmness, and sparks my curiosity. Unfortunately, there aren't many jobs open in my field of thought.

I love computers. Just being around one loosens my strings a little. I thought, "hmmmm, maybe I should work in an office somewhere." At first, the idea was brilliant. I love the office setting. I would not mind being in a cubical. But when I thought about it I learned that I wanted more.
I love music even more than I love computers. So I thought I wanted to be a music producer. I then realized that I have no experience with producing music and I probably didn't have the ability to learn. I would sit around the house watching movies or television shows thinking "That is a great song, but I would have picked _______ song instead." That got my gears going. I thought I wanted to be music arranger for movies and television. How would I even START looking for a job like that? I dropped out of college in my first semester. I'd have to go back to school, find financial aid, get a babysitter....it's way too much. I enjoy music and I would love to have a career surrounded by it, but I doubt that will ever happen.

So I thought I would try to take the easy way out......write a novel. Well, that got me nowhere. I have tons of ideas flowing through my head, but I can never get past page five. My train of thought seems to unravel once I write it down. I have no writing experience, and as you can tell from this "blog" I need a LOT more experience if I expect to see my books on the shelves of Barnes and Noble. If only I could hire someone to write for me. I could just sit here and say all the thoughts that are rushing around in my brain while someone else pieces them together. Too bad that wont work...

So the search continues. I want more than a "job." I want a career. I want to do something with my life that has meaning. I want people to hear my name ten years from now and think "wow, I went to school with that girl. I wish I had her job." To further my job searching, I would need to go to college. How can I go to college when I have no idea what I want to do with my life? I know there are ways to make it work, but I would feel pressured. It has taken me over five years already and I still have no clue. What reason would I have to choose a career path in one year?

I've looked into being an ultrasound tech, but I don't know if I would enjoy doing that in five years. I've looked into being a dental assistant. I don't think I could handle someone with rotten teeth or mouth cancer, so I put that dream aside. I thought about being a medical assistant, but my mothering instincts kicked in "if I deal with germs all day, I'll get germs. I'll give the germs to my kids. My kids will get sick. NO GERMS!" That thought left my mind as quickly as it entered. At one point, I wanted to be a tattoo artist. That plan was actually a very good idea. I know how to draw, very well actually and I can definitely trace (most artists trace their drawings from the carbon copy). I even had a way of getting the tattoo gun, ink, and all other supplies for pretty cheap. I have lots of people in my life who would love to be my practice pin cushions. The only problem with that plan is...no benefits. I wouldn't have insurance, and the pay would be on a "per-tattoo" range. Not having a set amount on my paycheck every week scares me a little. I set that dream aside, but I bet it will come back up in the future.

Long story short, I have no career plans. For now, I suppose I will remain a home maker. No shame in that. I just wish I got paid for it.

Best Friends Forever

I thought I would take the time to share a little bit about my BEST FRIEND. We have gone through EVERYTHING together. She has picked me up at my worst and stood by my side through the best. I honestly don't know what I would do without her. Here are a few of the reasons why I love her with all my heart (please keep in mind that these may not be in order):

The first actual memory I have of us together is way back in the 7th grade. My mom and Aunt took us to The Magic Time Machine. If you've never been there you should go....it's so much fun! Anyway....When we got there, we were seated at the "locker room" table. It seriously smells like a locker room in there. Austin Powers was our waiter. He kept hitting on my best friend. We were paraded through the restaurant on the potty train, took our pictures in the school bus, and walked around looking at all the other tables. It was a great night.

One day after cheerleading practice, my friend's grandmother took us to my house for a sleep over. This also happens to be the same night that I have food poisoning. She refused to leave. Instead, she sat on the floor with my little cousin making me a Get Well card with glitter. When I was finally able to leave the bathroom (from the constant puking), we sat together on the couch watching Desperate Housewives.

My friend had to have surgery (in an awkward place) while we were in the 7th grade. I was in charge of applying the medicine to her stitches. Awkward place or not, I felt honored to have been asked to help her out. This lasted for week! I was still helping her with her medicine when she came with us on a family camping trip. Both of our boyfriends were invited as well. We spent our time in the trailer watching scary movies, hiking in the woods, and swimming in the lake. While we set off on one of our hiking trips, her boyfriend was hungry. He brought the ENTIRE pot of spaghetti into the woods, along with a bag of cheetos and a two liter of Dr. Pepper. (That really has nothing to do with my friend, but it was her boyfriend and it was funny. So I'm counting it!)

She practically lived at my house. We spent every weekend watching scary movies. Our favorites were the Freddy Kruger movies. We are both HUGE Freddy fans. Another one was Children of the Corn. No clue why, but we would act out scenes in the movies with a video camera. Can you say NERDS lol!

I was with her when she met her father for the first time. We spent the night at his house. Her step-mother made us the best breakfast pizza I have ever had! The next morning we had a field trip, and we were so exhausted from staying up all night. From that point on, we were at her father's house all the time. I will always remember her dad and step-mom for the bagels. Oh my gosh, they had EVERY kind of bagel imaginable. We would give each other make overs, listen to music, eat......we were hungry kids. Her dad being as big of a horror buff as we are, would go rent tons of movies for us to watch together. I can remember The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and one other....I don't remember the name but I remember it was about a girl that would turn into a werewolf while she was on her period. It was a little morbid, but we loved it.

One time at her dad's house, he took us to Chik-Fil-A. We sat in the back seat screaming "where's my straw", "I want ketchup", and "you forgot my tator tots!" I have no idea why we did that, it seemed funny to us. That was the same weekend that we were going out to eat with her father's family. It was supposedly a very fancy restaurant. We spent hours fixing our hair, applying our makeup and picking out our clothes. When we got to the restaurant, we were EXTREMELY over dressed.

Once at her house, my friend hosted a sleep over. We walked around her neighborhood, played pranks on the neighbors and had a good 'ol time on the trampoline. Once inside, we had a pillow fight. I was the idiot that knocked over the V8 juice on my friend's white carpet. We spent about two hours trying to get the stain out....but it didn't work. I wonder if her grandparents ever found it?!

I went to my friend's sweet 16 birthday party (Survivor themed). It was so much fun, I decided to have my party be Fear Factor themed. I had a sleep over the night before my party. We set up the video camera and made home movies, designed matching t-shirts, and pigged out on cake and chips. The day of the party, my friend ran over our other friend's foot with her car. She wasn't hurt, but it sure was funny!

My mother and Aunt (the same ones that took us to the Magic Time Machine) took us to the Grapevine Mills Mall. This was a big deal for us since it's a HUGE mall. We shopped around for hours. My friend got mad at me for reasons I don't remember and wouldn't allow me to shop with her anymore. We made up before we left.

Every morning, my friend would pick me up for school. We had so much fun riding together. We felt like the coolest kids in school. But we sadly were not the coolest. One morning, she walked up to my front door and the first thing she said to me was "what's wrong with your face?" I had slept funny and my lips were swollen.....I got mad. But like always, we got over it before school started.

Late one night, I received a phone call from my friend. She was on the side of the road about thirty minutes away. I quickly came to the rescue (I could drive now). I picked her up and took her home. We sat in the car for hours, talking about the events of that day.

After our semester exams one year, we were allowed to leave early. We drove our happy butts to the local Sonic where we ordered almost everything on the menu. We then proceeded to pay over $20 worth of food....in quarters. Hey, it wasn't my fault that we were on our way to the bank to get them cashed. We were too hungry to stop!!

She asked me for marital advice, and out of everyone she spoke to, I was the only person who gave her helpful advice. You could say I was the BEST FRIEND EVER! May not be true but quite possibly could be!

We don't see each other as often as we'd like. For example, I ran into her in Wal-Mart on Sunday and that was the first time I had seen her in person for almost 3 months. We still talk on the phone or through Facebook almost every day. I can honestly say that she is the best friend I have ever had. I would drop the world to help her. Yes, this is gushy. Yes, it rambles on a little bit....but I love my best friend and I want the world to know it!




“Best friends understand when you say forget it. Wait forever when you say just a minute. Stay when you say leave me alone. And open the door before you can say come in.” — Unknown

“Our most difficult task as a friend is to offer understanding when we don’t understand.” — Robert Brault

“A friend will never be in your way, unless you’re falling down.” — Unknown

“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing… not curing… that is a friend who cares.” — Henri Nouwen

“Friends are like bras: close to the heart and there for support.” — Unknown

FACEBOOK ADDICTION

Some people use Facebook as a way to communicate with distant relatives and long lost friends. And some use it to broadcast their everyday lives to the public and creep around stalking others. Which are you?!
I am a stay at home mother. I use Facebook to talk to my family, friends, and classmates. For example, my class is holding a five year class reunion. I am not "best friends" with everyone I graduated with, so Facebook is a great way to communicate and make plans. I have lots of family members that live far away, so I use Facebook to see how they are doing and let them see pictures of my children. I DO check my Facebook page every day. I do NOT post something every single day.
In my opinion there is a do's and don't list some people should follow.


DON'T THROW PITY PARTIES
There are certain people in my life that use Facebook to throw themselves pity parties with the "Oh, I'm having a very bad day. I need someone to talk to. Message or text me PLZZ!!" status way too often. If you are having that bad of a day don't post it on Facebook. Grab your phone and call a close friend or relative. Unless I talk to you almost every day, I don't really care how your day is going. Not to be rude....I just don't care. If you feel like you are going to jump off a bridge, don't post it on Facebook. To your surprise, there might be someone that comments on your status saying "jump!" Not everyone will care about your bad day.

DON'T POST INTIMATE TOPICS
If your husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend writes you a romantic poem, DO NOT post it on Facebook. Do you think they would appreciate their intimate thoughts being broadcast to the general public just so you can have something to brag about?! Don't think so. I for one would be PISSED if my husband posted something I had written for his eyes only. If you want to write something sweet and romantic on their Facebook wall, go for it. But please be careful what you write. Leave it short and sweet. Please no details such as how your lips tingle when you touch or writhing loins....that's just gross. Song lyrics are ok, simple poems and love quotes are even acceptable. Just no details or personal notes. I don't like to log in to Facebook and see how you love to kiss your husband's mole!

DON'T HATE RELIGIOUS VIEWS
I don't care who you are or what your beliefs are, I just don't want to read someone harassing others' beliefs. If you post something saying "I believe in God, therefore, I am going to Heaven. The sinners shall burn in Hell for not believing in our Lord and savior" you are GOING TO GET COMMENTS FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE. That's a fact. Unless you have only friends with the same beliefs as you, will you not have a non believer commenting. Same thing for you Atheists out there. If you say "I can't stand when people start posting bible scriptures expecting me to change my opinions" you will have a Christian commenting on your post. WHO CARES?! If you believe or if you don't you will not be able to change someone's opinion based on a Facebook post. It will only cause posts with 40+ comments of arguing. If you want to post scriptures or bible verses, go ahead. But don't hate on the non-believers. If you don't believe, don't hate on the believers. It's disrespectful to both parties. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

DON'T POST YOUR POLITICAL VIEWS
It is the same concept as the religious views. You will always have someone from the opposite side commenting on your status. Leave it to yourself. If you support a certain side, post it, who cares. Just don't bash the opposing side. IT IS DISRESPECTFUL!

DON'T MAKE A FACEBOOK PAGE FOR YOUR INFANT/TODDLER/PET
I can not tell you how many babies have sent me a friend request. If you make your child a page so their picture will show up under relatives (AND THAT IS ALL YOU USE IT FOR) I guess it is acceptable. But don't make a page for your child, then comment on other people's Facebook pages as the child. It's creepy to see "Daddy, I love you and I can't wait for you to come home and play with me." or "I am just lying around, learning how to crawl," coming from a babies Facebook page. STOP IT!! If your child wants a Facebook page, they can have one when they learn how to read, write, and use a computer. Until that time, don't worry about it!! Same thing for all you animal lovers out there. I do NOT want to get a friend request from a cat or dog! Your animal can not speak. Your animal can not write. Hell, your animal can not ever read. DO NOT make a Facebook page for an animal and comment on stuff through the animal's page. CREEPY!! I have only seen one person do this correctly. She ran an animal shelter and made a home page for the company. She then made a page for each animal at the shelter with pictures and information about the animal. The only person who was friends with the animal was the company page. She did not post status updates on the animal's walls, or comment on things pretending to be the animal. If you are not making a page for this purpose, stop what you are doing and go GET A LIFE!

DON'T EXPECT PEOPLE TO SAY "THANK YOU" WHEN YOU "LIKE" A PHOTO/STATUS
I have had people "Like" every single photo in one of my albums and then get mad at me for not saying thank you. I am not the only person in the world that does this. If someone only "likes" something, I do not just type in "thank you." It's a little ridiculous in my opinion. If someone takes the time to "like" every single status and every single photo I post, they have WAY too much time on their hands.

DON'T POST STUPID PICTURES
There are a lot of people that post STUPID pictures of themselves. I am sick and tired of seeing teenage girls with their tongues hanging out. If you take a picture of yourself in the mirror please make sure that no one is in the bathroom with you. Make sure no feet can be seen in the stall behind you. Make sure your toilet is flushed. Don't take a million pictures of yourself trying to find the "perfect" picture and then post every single one of them! Seriously! I have seen pictures with grown women lying on the floor in their bathroom. Grown men flexing their muscles with their shirts off. Women wearing extremely low cut shirts and making kissing faces. And these are seriously ADULTS....who are married....with children. Stop taking pictures of yourself! If you are a kid/teenager it is a teensy bit different. But do not do it if you are an adult. I am only 22 years old, still young, but I would NEVER post pictures of myself doing those things.

Don't POST HATE AGAINST A SPOUSE OR LOVED ONE
If your relationship is not going very well, the entire world does not want to read about it. That's what blogs are for. Those things should be kept private. What good can come from posting "My husband is so lazy. All he does is talk on the phone. I want to punch him in the face." Nothing...that is what will come from it. All you will do is cause your spouse/significant other to get mad and start a huge fight. Keep your relationship to yourself. If it is so bad, you are resorting to posting it on Facebook then get a divorce and leave us all alone.

GROW UP PEOPLE! GET OFF THE COMPUTER. GO OUTSIDE. HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF FACEBOOK! WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON IS NOT DETERMINED BY YOUR NUMBER OF FACEBOOK FRIENDS!!