Mother's Day

So, I'm the person that waits until the last possible moment before I get my moms mother's day present because I concentrate on what the kids make for her versus what I get for her.  And let's face it, my mom only wants a card from me anyway.  So card done, I started wracking my brain for what the kids should get her.  For Christmas the year my kids were 5,4, and 2 or maybe one or two years older we took a portrait at my job which was then Wal-Mart portraits and then took it to a shop call Hometown threads and had a blanket made with the kids picture on it.  I think that was the pinnacle of gifts from kids right there.  I mean it was sooo much better than the "Best Mommy in the World!" mugs and the cheap strung beads necklace that I got her when I was a kid (Did you ever notice how your kids gifts to your mom are sooo much better than the gifts you gave your mom?)

So this afternoon, I was at work when my eye fell on the hand print mosaic kits that you're supposed to use when your child is a newborn and I thought "hey!  I'm only eight plus years late but my mom will LOVE that!!"  So I got three.  Unfortunately I have to go back tomorrow and get more of the mold stuff because Kayla put her hand all the way to the bottom of the mold gel and it says not to because then you won't get the lines in their hands.  I did Olivia's this afternoon and not only id we get the lines on her hands we got her nails because the way she put her hands in and the way the plaster set, it look like her hand is coming out of the plaster  It's fricken awesome.  I am going to paint them and make them glossy with the can of sealer I bought last year by mistake.  and then the kids are ging to write their name, their age, and the year on then and Sunday we are going to have my mom cry... again.

In a way, I love mothers day.  I have a never ending stream of handmade cards, and songs, and things made from Popsicle stick and paper from my kids courtesy (sp?) of their school but even though I don't keep the stuff all year round, I love it.  Gaudy and tacky as it may be I love it.

This year I plan to celebrate Mothers day in bed.  Oh get that look off your face!  This is my first weekend off in three weeks and I am going to sleep until my eyes refuse to stay closed.  I might drink too. 

I need to go eat.  Oy!  The things we do for a single day!

Single and Blogging is hungry!

Short

Okay, this is going to be short because I have a kick ass migraine... an energy sucking, mind punishing migraine, but I promised that I would blog everyday about something I encountered in my day, so here goes.

Why is it that when people stink, I mean really really stink, they pretend their nose is broken and then get offended if you make it known (Putting your hand over your nose, groaning a bit, telling someone on the phone, pass out from the rank smell)???  I don't get it.  Do they think that aroma wafting behind them is some exotic perfume? 

I give up.  My head hurts.

Single and blogging is in pain.

Another Pre-Morning blog...

Here's a brain squisher for everyone out there... What do you get when you mix people afflicted with Ghetto ism and mass amounts of Bacardi Rum?  Give up yet?  Well I have no patience this morning so I will tell you... You get a fat chick who wants to have a fight so loud the neighbors across the driveway call the cops on at two in the morning.  I seriously don't foresee the woman downstairs living here much longer.  My landlord just moved his mother in the back apartment and she doesn't like mass amounts of noise.  Like normal people she doesn't like the noise at the ass crack of dawn.  No wait... at two am dawn wasn't even showing her ass crack...

I honestly don't know who called the cops.  I wasn't coherent enough to find my phone let alone call them.  I just wanted to know what was this woman's problem.  But I already know what it is... she has no respect for others around her and has to show her tail every opportunity she gets.  You think I like attention?  Holy Hell Batman!  This woman must run on it.  I think it's a good thing for me to just take advantage of my day off and crawl back into bed.

Guess what bloggers!! I got a weekend off!  I get to sleep in this weekend!! Isn't it awesome???  Okay sleep now glee later...

Single and blogging is going back to bed!

So today...

Today I went shopping.  I ran to two different stores and got everything I needed and put food in my house and I will have you all know, that I got real food not quickfood.  Well I did corner the market on SPAM but hell it's probably more for me than them.  It's something I can cook when I get home from work and slap on a bagel but so what.

I saw a car catch fire today.  It was oddly cool but oddly disturbing.  Just six or seven years ago, that was me.  I was on the Highway 35 circle and I smelled this horrible burning rubber smell and I first thought it was me mainly because I'm a paranoid person who always thinks that the bad stuff in life is only happening to her. (Seriously?? You haven't figured that out yet?  Shame on you!  Stop reading now and go sit in the corner.) But then I realized it was coming from around me.  The car in front of me passed a dark spot and I say the smoke and I started honking.  Knowing what it was because like I said, I lived though it, I tried to get the drivers attention.  Apparently a warning bell must have gone off in the car or he realized why I was honking or whatever.  He started to pull over and I went slow thinking I will pull up behind him put him in my car with all my food and get him away from the car.  But did he stop?? NO!!!  He kept driving.  Thankfully he pulled into a Napa auto parts and I figured okay he's around car people they'll get him to safety.  I started to drive by.  As I passed I saw a flame.  I am so glad it wasn't me this time.

Nothing of real consequence happened today.  Or rather nothing else.  I went shopping, I came home.  I put food away.  I have food in my house.  I have salad in my house.  I am going to eat salad. 

So NCIS is on... I am a diehard Gibbs person.  My mother hates Tony.  Too egotistical. 

I have dreams about being on NCIS.  In my imagination I am a British royal spy agent transferred to NCIS to help them catch some guy and Gibbs is so impressed by me that they keep me at NCIS.  Then I am kidnapped by a sheik in the middle east who wants to impregnate me because I have some special blood that been rumored to be immune to all diseases. but Gibbs rescues me and then I find out that I am pregnant and the brother oft he sheik (That is now the sheik because of course Gibbs killed the one that kidnapped me) knows that I am pregnant and wants to take over where his brother failed and force me to marry him but Gibbs steps in and marries me himself.  We have a fake marriage and then the baby is born and I decide to go my own way but he's decided he likes me and wants me to stay and we have a real marriage but marriage to Gibbs is like marriage to a brick wall with a cute face and I leave and he hates it.

I usually wake up then.  I never know if he comes to England to get me.  I never know how it ends. 

I have an unusually active immagination.   I also have way too much down time on my hands.  I need to fix this but until a solution comes along, I will continue to dream.

NCIS is getting good.  I am going to go watch!  BYE!!

Single and blogging is dreaming of her Gibbs!

Gotta love

Facebook.  I just posted a status about certain people.  They aren't going to care  Hell I don't think they are even going to notice but it will be interested to see if they do.   ROFL!!! I love mini mental breakdowns!  I've been having them so long that they come easier and easier...

Single and blogging is giggling uncontrollably in that brain disconnected laugh only she can do!

So blog

Blog, Blog, Blog...

Good lord I am bored.  I miss my best buds and I'm annoyed that after two years among them, I'm still not even considered for a group get together, but oh well, life is life and at this point it's like high school  They are the A squad and I'm the band geek again.  Whatever.  I have given up on them and as of this moment, I have given up on the guy.  Yep.

So I had a blog that I was going to post this morning but I think I gave up halfway through because it was sorta aimed at people who would know it was aimed at them.  Sometimes the victims of my rash sarcasm aren't as dumb and oblivious as I make them out to be.

It was about one of my most hated "isms" Ghettoism.

I admit it, I sat and watched about three hours of MTV cribs this afternoon and I was disgusted beyond belief.  One guy didn't even know his way around his home and I suspect that he had either rented it for the MTV cribs or just bought it.  One guy was just a hick, and then there was Fantasia... OH LORD!  Her reading may have improved but her taste obviously had gone lacking.  She had ebony African animals all through her house INCLUDING the pair of cheetahs on the dining table.  Yes I said on.  They face the head of the table like they're going to eat the food.  She said she hasn't gotten to Africa to go see the animals so until she could she was going to put statues of them all over her house.  Hello America's next top Illiterate has been!!  You made a whole bunch of money off that stupid lifetime movie, Get on a plane and go see the damn animals...

Honestly...  And then there was this guy that walked around saying, "Follow your boy" when he wanted the cameras to follow him.  Negro, you are not my boy!  I don't even know your name.  Or the guy that had to say "LNow what I'm saying?" or sorry, "Gnomesayin?" at the end of every sentence or the Puerto Rican who thought that somehow, the florida sun had turned him into a black man.  A worse wigger I've never seen.

Why, Lord, why do we allow these people to live??  Why can't the be born with a blinking indicator that they are going to annoy the educated world with their ghettoness.  We can just suffocate them and no one would have to swallow masses of Excedrin to forget them.

I am truly my mother's daughter.  She was an English teacher and she taught me well.  The slightest bit or ill-educated speaking sounds like nails on a chalkboard. 


Ghettoism annoys me almost as much as Valleyism.  Damnit!  IF you want to say like every three words then go live in the damn valley where no one will have to suffer their ears bleeding!

Sorry, in a bit of a mood today.  Went to get my food stamps fixed today so was up early and crashed between one and four so of course, I'm not tired and I'm going to have to take one of my PM meds to get to sleep. 

Ugh... I'm tired but not tired.

Oh god!  Southpark is on!  I have to turn the channel  BRB.  Okay I found Phineas and Ferb.  Don't look at me that way!  I know it's a cartoon but I happen to enjoy it!

So I'm going to go and watch my cartoon, eat my pringles and drink my iced tea.

Single and blogging is going to make herself tired.

Not a good day.

Sp I woke up this morning and it being the second of the month, I checked to make sure that my food stamps had been refilled seeing as how we are down to three packages of pork chops and one pack of hamburger meat and much to my surprise, they haven't refiled them.

In a way, I am not surprised.  This court thing with the ex is really starting to annoy me.  Out of four child support payments made by him, the state has delivered on two.  I am $1098 behind in my child support and for the past two months, he and my mom have been covering my rent.  And were were on a family health plan but the state made the ex get health insurance through his job.  This is a good thing because now they can see more doctors but it's also a bad thing because the co-pay's for the medicine are 10 bucks per script, the doctors are clear on the other side of town, the copay for the doctors is 10 bucks, and I am not covered under the new health care as I am not his wife and I was kicked off medicare because we were on a family plan and they canceled the whole shebang.

But they have health care and in the end that's really all that matters.

Now food is another issue.  As I understand it, they are required to give you 30-60 days notice before they cancel your benefits and I have received no such notice.  I could have dealt with them *thinking* that my child support was actually getting to me and them reducing my food stamps but they flat out have stopped them.

So understandably I am just a little tweaked right now and not relishing the thought of having to get up on my day off and go find out whats going on with them.  I really wish I didn't need these programs...

Single and blogging is a bit pissed off right now.

Almost made it...

...through the day without thinking of that certain someone.  I was having a really good day (You know aside from the part of it where I was the human air freshener trapped on the hot as hell bus.)  but then, then I went on my facebook new feed and say that my "friends" got together last night.  I don't blame them for not thinking about me.  I'm not on their radar unless my bff is around and really to tell you the truth not even then. but that's besides the point.

I can't wait to move to North Carolina this summer.  I will get to be around Patty, and closer to Lisa, and Carrie might even come out to visit me.  Why do I mention them by name when thus far I haven't mention anyone's names?  I mention them by name because these are the people who care about me so much that when they don't hear from me for more than an hour after I get off work (Carrie) they text me (Carrie) relentlessly (Carrie).  When they don't hear from me for more than a day (Lisa) they call me to make sure that I'm still alive (Lisa) and they don't feel the need (Lisa) to say "Hello?  How have you been?" (Lisa), they start the conversation with "Well hot damn!, She lives!"(Lisa)  They don't care that fun happy Dette come out when the drinks are flowing (patty) they only care that she occasionally comes out (Patty).  They call me a dork (Patty) and already know that I'm not going to be hurt by it because I know it's code for "Dude, You are awesome"

But I am not complaining about my group of "friends" here.  I love my group of "friends" here.  They really are nice and I do believe that some of them do actually care for me.  I genuinely care from some of them.

So what is the problem?  I already told you.  I am jealous of them.  They have lives.  They have no kids, they can go hang out because the day ends in a y.  I hate the term fuck my life but, fuck my life! 

It's whatever... I don't care...

Welcome May!

Welcome May!!  Glad to see you!  Now turn off the sun...

LOL.  Today was a fun day at work.  Laughing, silly Dette went instead of tired Dette.  Might have had something to do with the fact that I took a sleeping pill last night to make sleepy Dette happy.  Anywho, Fun happy Dette got to work with two of her favorite guys at work.  Well one of her favorite and a newcomer that's running fast on being a favorite.  I call them McDreamy and El Steamy.  

So what do you think one of my favorite television shows is?  LOL.  If you can't tell El Steamy is Latino and OMG is he well... Steamy... He says he's Picante, I can't wait to get a chance to find out.

So just before the close of work today I made the monumental mistake of listing a diffuser the wrong way and boom, it hit the floor.  Now it would have been okay if it was a decent fragrance like Orange or something but no.... Am I ever that lucky?

It was Apple cinnamon.  And it went all over my pant leg, after I had put on Vanilla hand lotion.  And to make it just a little bit more French Whorish, I spilled some tropical Island Febreeze down my front.

Lemme tell ya, riding the buss home in 85 degree heat when the bus driver doesn't believe in opening windows and you smell like a island vanilla apple cinnamon tart.... not so much fun.

So aside from being a walking air freshener I had a pretty good day.  Bus fares went up today by 15 since and transfers by a nickel but oh well Que sera sera.  

Like I said:  WELCOME MAY!!

Btw...

This is the last post for April 2010.  In about six minutes give or take five seconds it will be may and Blogspot will archive these last seven post into an April link.  Coolio!

Single and blogging...Ready for May flowers!