You know what... I get that some people are born with a certain level of self righteousness... Good for them. Congratulations on your shiny silver spoon and everything else that just fell in your lap because "you deserve it". Though irritating as FUCK, I can even come to admire your need for perfection and flawlessness... To a point. But then, instead of just WANTING perfection, you self absorbed waste of space, you begin to DEMAND it. That right there is where the line becomes very bold for me. Let me make this clear right here... I do not care what your last name is.. I don't give a shit who you're married to, what your fathers name is or was, or what you say you're "good at"... and no.. I don't give a flying fuck what your bank account looks like... What I DO care about, you self-centered, two faced, ass fuck, is how you talk to me. Maybe you've made a mistake and think of me as someone who gives a damn about you and your "problems". Key word... Mistake. I will NOT massage your ego... I will NOT kiss your ass.. and I DAMN sure don't care if I ever hurt your feelings! I get that a filter-less douche like yourself might not realize things you ACTUALLY say to people or the WAY you say such things, but I hope that some small part of your "genius" brain retains this small fact... People remember... I have joked that you're afraid of me and now I honest to God HOPE that you actually are because that edge alone keeps you a safe distance from me. That is good for me and even better for you... It would be my personal pleasure to crush you and ALL your kind. For good. I would love to stand by as your precious masterpiece of a life began to rip, tear and burn until nothing was left. I would very much like to see you have REAL problems like the rest of us. Oh... poor little thing... did the maid burn your breakfast? GO FUCK YOURSELF! You are SO LUCKY I don't have magic powers or a hitman who owes me a big one. That being said, I'd still scurry back to the tippy top of your self made pedestal if I were you, mother fucker, and stay out of my line of sight for a while. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, yes.. But I would love nothing more than to turn your world into Hell. Do yourself a favor and watch your mouth.. Among other things... I won't have to be civil for long. You know, you would think that someone with a closet as full of skeletons as yours is, you'd be a little smarter... just remember that.
Rant over......for now.....
Happy Friday to all of my non ass clowns out there. Love ya and have a great day!
-SuperMom
Friday, December 2, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
The great flea battle of 2016......
Hello...
Today I'm going to tell you about what I've been dealing with over the last several days. You know, ON TOP of everything normal thing I already deal with! We have two dogs.... One of which is mainly outside and the other that is inside. We also have a cat that is outside. Well... as some times happens, ONE of them ended up with fleas which more than likely passed it to another that evenutally made its way inside the house..... If you've ever had that situation happen, you know that it's not a SPRAY, YOU'RE DEAD FOREVER kind of creature. Because they are so FREAKING small, they can get into damn near anything and everything. We're talking... clothes, furniture, even into the floor. So that happened. It started to errupt when my husband saw one of these creatures on his leg one night sitting in the living room. He grabbed it, squeezed it, threw it out and then started getting crazy eyes every time he thought he felt something on him. It went from constantly checking his arms and legs to scratching at things that weren't there. It creeped him out AND made him totally paranoid. I, on the other hand, hadn't seen ONE. After a few days of him freaking out (and me still not seeing any) he decided the animals had to go outside until this problem was regulated. Ok, done. The animals were treated and left outside in their newly built kennel. Not good enough. "We need to bomb in here". Ok... So I go buy six flea specific bombs and he sets them off while I'm at work and then complains that he has to be gone so long by himself with the kids.... Can't help that. You wanted it, you timed it... Not my fault. Eventually he and the girls are able to go back in the house and since I didn't get any freak out phone calls telling me otherwise, I figured everything was fine. Well I was wrong. It was right around 10pm when I was getting ready to leave work and I got a text that said "That shit didn't kill them. All it did was stir them up!" Holy shit... here we go again. I go home and when I get inside I grab a can of the "Flea killing spray" I had bought WITH the bombs. I spray the rug in the dining room and the carpet in the living room along with the furniture. It takes some time, I realize but when it comes to things like THAT, surprisingly my husband is even more impatient than ME! (I know right! Hard concept to swallow..) So he goes to bed damn near fully clothed and irritated as hell. I lean over him and ask if we should try a different kind of bomb and he gives me the "It doesn't matter, it is what it is" crap so I, being exhausted, roll over and go to sleep. (Keep in mind that I have not seen one of these things YET!) The next day we're out of the house a good chunk of the day. He's at work until about 4 and I had been out running errands and helping set up at work. When he gets home, I have to leave for work. Before I left, he leaned down to look at my pants... There on the lightest spot, a flea. That was the first time I'd seen them after he'd been flipping out for days. I left. After me being at work for a few hours, I get a text that says, "We've got to do something, that spray didn't work and I just had 3 on my leg at once!" Oh my........ When I made it back home, I pulled in the driveway and was taken back by what I saw... My dining room rug AND living room carpet sat in a wad by the trash can on the ground! What the hell!?! I go inside and sure enough the dining room is all moved around and the living room even more so with no stitch of carpet in sight. Grrrrr!!!!!! I only put carpet in those places to begin with because we live in an old ass stone house with hardwood floors and I have a toddler... Carpet is my friend! And to see it just, GONE..... Grrr..... He proceeds to tell me that they can live in carpets for this amount of time and blah, blah, blah... I asked, "So are we treating the old carpet or getting new?" He said we would have to bomb again witih no carpet and probably wait weeks or months before putting any carpet back in here. Umm... No, that doesn't work for this girl. I love carpet and it's about to be December... I then went to bed irritated. When I woke up, it was Saturday and 6am thanks to my daughter. I got her breakfast and tried to sit in my messed up living room... Could NOT do it. I started moving stuff, sweeping, vacuuming and mopping. He woke up at 8 something and by then I was P I S S E D. This was NOT how I wanted to spend the start of my weekend by any means. I told him we would sweep and mop everything, bag up blankets and clothes that were out and take them to the laundry joint, buy different bombs that my friend told me worked way better than the first ones and set them off in EVERY room, buy a spray to get the base boards and under bigger pieces of furniture, and once we finished laundry, we would go buy a new piece of carpet for the living room because there was no way I was going weeks without it. He agreed and started grabbing BAGS of clothing and blankets... We walked out of the house after setting 8 bombs and spraying with 6 giant black trash bags full of stuff.... We spent over 2 hours and $55.00 washing and drying clothes before we went to pick out a new piece of carpet for the living room. We found one. We got back to the house after the almost four hour wait time, vacuumed, mopped, placed the carpet, replaced the furniture and got it all back together.. After all that, he hauled in the BAGS of laundry and left them in the kitchen in a pile. That was Saturday's adventure before I had to go to work... I am happy to report that it is Wednesday (at least I'm fairly certain it is..) and NEITHER of us have seen one of those damn things again AND the laundry is all put away (as of yesterday...) I believe they were in here but I also believe that my husbands mind pushed him over the edge when it came to these freaking things. Maybe they would've bugged me more if I would've been him and they were "ALL OVER ME". But anyway.. He pushed me enough to turn the place upside down and back again and as long as I don't hear about them anymore, we'll both be happy. So to whatever animal walked them into my house...... RRRROOOOOAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all...... I hope that it is what it seems and we indeed have won the battle of the fleas... :/
On another note... HAPPY HUMP DAY!
-SuperMom
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
To my sister... a new mommy...
To my dear sister,
When I heard that you were pregnant, I felt so many things for you. The normal feelings
like joy and happiness obviously but also, I felt ready to prepare you for the days that wouldn't
be all butterflies and sunshine. Pregnancy, for some, is wonderful. They "glow" and enjoy every second of the miracle that grows inside of them. I was NOT one of those people. For some things,
yes but mostly.. I grew to miss things quickly! My clothes fitting, standing straight up without hurting, sleeping on my stomach, etc. Thankfully, you made it through yours without any
alarming or extra crazy things happening. You even made it pretty close to your due date and
gave birth to a healthy little chubby cheeked baby girl. My first born is now 11 but I remember everything about THOSE days. How can one tiny little being turn your world upside down so drastically? It seems crazy and yet, that's how it is. I don't doubt your abilities as a new mom.
I know you have a ton of support and friends and a whole contact list of people to call should
you have a concern or question or just want to vent. All of that is comforting to know! The first year is full of many things... Wonder... fear.. panic.. curiosity... joy... relief.. frustration.. excitement.. and more. There will be times when you do something and then later think, "what the hell...?" and that's totally normal! You will do crazy things without realizing it or even start your own line of psycho babble. Again, totally normal. ;)There are things that people will advise you on that you will ignore because you will want to scape your own path and there's nothing wrong with that. There will be times you will panic and wonder if an illness or injury is worthy of the hospital or if you are capable of being doctor mom at home. There will be days you are so happy and calm you will just look at her precious face and tears will well up in your eyes. There will be other days where all you want to do is be somewhere alone where it's quiet and you can spend some time NOT ADULTING just to recoup
your sanity. I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with ANY of that. Another thing first time moms try their hardest to do... Be the best mom in the world! Let me tell you, you will be a
great mother and that is what she will remember. Everything that you can do, big or small,
you are her beacon of everything. In her eyes, you know everything, will teach her everything,
can get rid of scary things, make the best food and snacks, bring stories to life, heal every boo-boo with a kiss.. In her eyes, you will be SUPER. THAT is what you need to remember when you have days where you think you're doing life all wrong. Even if you feel low, there will be nobody
higher to her. It's ok to have breakdowns and want chocolate and sleep. It's ok to not want
to go anywhere or walk around in pj's all day. It is ok to C R Y, for whatever reason. There is no "OFF" switch to your reactions to the things coming your way. Just know that no matter what that reaction and situation is, there have been several people feeling the same way and doing the same thing before you. Her first year will be an adventure for BOTH of you. She will learn, grow and adapt and at the same time, you will do the same! I know you will do great! I will be here for you for the
milestones both great and worrysome! Remember, there is no such thing as a ridiculous question either! Some times even if you know the answer and want an excuse to call... just know that you don't need an excuse to call! I love you very much and I can't wait to hear all about your adventure as you embark on the long, crazy, twisted, exhausting and enjoyable road that is parenthood.... PS.. It's true what they say... After the first one... You're an expert! ;)
Kiss her for me!!!!!!
-SuperMom (and sister)
When I heard that you were pregnant, I felt so many things for you. The normal feelings
like joy and happiness obviously but also, I felt ready to prepare you for the days that wouldn't
be all butterflies and sunshine. Pregnancy, for some, is wonderful. They "glow" and enjoy every second of the miracle that grows inside of them. I was NOT one of those people. For some things,
yes but mostly.. I grew to miss things quickly! My clothes fitting, standing straight up without hurting, sleeping on my stomach, etc. Thankfully, you made it through yours without any
alarming or extra crazy things happening. You even made it pretty close to your due date and
gave birth to a healthy little chubby cheeked baby girl. My first born is now 11 but I remember everything about THOSE days. How can one tiny little being turn your world upside down so drastically? It seems crazy and yet, that's how it is. I don't doubt your abilities as a new mom.
I know you have a ton of support and friends and a whole contact list of people to call should
you have a concern or question or just want to vent. All of that is comforting to know! The first year is full of many things... Wonder... fear.. panic.. curiosity... joy... relief.. frustration.. excitement.. and more. There will be times when you do something and then later think, "what the hell...?" and that's totally normal! You will do crazy things without realizing it or even start your own line of psycho babble. Again, totally normal. ;)There are things that people will advise you on that you will ignore because you will want to scape your own path and there's nothing wrong with that. There will be times you will panic and wonder if an illness or injury is worthy of the hospital or if you are capable of being doctor mom at home. There will be days you are so happy and calm you will just look at her precious face and tears will well up in your eyes. There will be other days where all you want to do is be somewhere alone where it's quiet and you can spend some time NOT ADULTING just to recoup
your sanity. I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with ANY of that. Another thing first time moms try their hardest to do... Be the best mom in the world! Let me tell you, you will be a
great mother and that is what she will remember. Everything that you can do, big or small,
you are her beacon of everything. In her eyes, you know everything, will teach her everything,
can get rid of scary things, make the best food and snacks, bring stories to life, heal every boo-boo with a kiss.. In her eyes, you will be SUPER. THAT is what you need to remember when you have days where you think you're doing life all wrong. Even if you feel low, there will be nobody
higher to her. It's ok to have breakdowns and want chocolate and sleep. It's ok to not want
to go anywhere or walk around in pj's all day. It is ok to C R Y, for whatever reason. There is no "OFF" switch to your reactions to the things coming your way. Just know that no matter what that reaction and situation is, there have been several people feeling the same way and doing the same thing before you. Her first year will be an adventure for BOTH of you. She will learn, grow and adapt and at the same time, you will do the same! I know you will do great! I will be here for you for the
milestones both great and worrysome! Remember, there is no such thing as a ridiculous question either! Some times even if you know the answer and want an excuse to call... just know that you don't need an excuse to call! I love you very much and I can't wait to hear all about your adventure as you embark on the long, crazy, twisted, exhausting and enjoyable road that is parenthood.... PS.. It's true what they say... After the first one... You're an expert! ;)
Kiss her for me!!!!!!
-SuperMom (and sister)
Saturday, November 19, 2016
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! >:(
I'm going to let you in on a little secret... Despite what I may think some times..
I am only ONE person. And believe or not... I'm a HUMAN. That being said..
I make mistakes, I get stressed, I have pains, I get overwhelmed and frustrated,
I like to have meltdowns, I would love to throw a tantrum to get my way HOWEVER..
I have to be better than that 99% of the damn time! Meanwhile... other people get to
slide by with breakdowns and aches and "I'm so pissed!". Well you know what... SHOVE IT.
Have you ever run into someone who makes you feel that way? Like everything wrong
in your life is so inferior to theirs? Let's be honest, we ALL know THOSE people and
frankly, I'm so F-ing sick of them. This is one of those times that I am cutting off
emotion for you, at least at this time. As of right now, you are not worthy of my time or
thought. I have to be the pillar for your support, the glue to your broken problems, the
advisor to guide you when you're lost, the shoulder you cry on. Well right now...
your pillar is busted so watch your ass on your stumble downward! Your glue has run out!
The shoulder is covered and out of your reach. As for your needed advice....
Go F*** yourself. Deep breath girls and boys...... Ahhhhhhhh....... believe it or not...
that helped. A little.. I need to get off of here before I type something awful. ;)
Good night everyone. Happy F***ing Saturday!
-SuperMom
I am only ONE person. And believe or not... I'm a HUMAN. That being said..
I make mistakes, I get stressed, I have pains, I get overwhelmed and frustrated,
I like to have meltdowns, I would love to throw a tantrum to get my way HOWEVER..
I have to be better than that 99% of the damn time! Meanwhile... other people get to
slide by with breakdowns and aches and "I'm so pissed!". Well you know what... SHOVE IT.
Have you ever run into someone who makes you feel that way? Like everything wrong
in your life is so inferior to theirs? Let's be honest, we ALL know THOSE people and
frankly, I'm so F-ing sick of them. This is one of those times that I am cutting off
emotion for you, at least at this time. As of right now, you are not worthy of my time or
thought. I have to be the pillar for your support, the glue to your broken problems, the
advisor to guide you when you're lost, the shoulder you cry on. Well right now...
your pillar is busted so watch your ass on your stumble downward! Your glue has run out!
The shoulder is covered and out of your reach. As for your needed advice....
Go F*** yourself. Deep breath girls and boys...... Ahhhhhhhh....... believe it or not...
that helped. A little.. I need to get off of here before I type something awful. ;)
Good night everyone. Happy F***ing Saturday!
-SuperMom
Friday, November 18, 2016
F This Cold!!!!!!!!!!! (At least it rhymes! :) )
My head it is pounding
my voice is bad sounding
my kids must want grounding
I think while they yell
Outside it is sunny
but my nose is runny
and no it's not funny
This cold hurts like hell
I have many issues
I've used many tissues
oh cold how I'd wish you
just get out and be done
My coughing is siezing
but I am still weezing
and constantly sneezing
This cold is NO FUN!
Recovery's close
but the medicine's gross
it's what I dread most
But I'll take it and see
On my couch lying
I feel like I'm dying
Please don't start crying
Just be glad you're not me!
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! -SuperMom
my voice is bad sounding
my kids must want grounding
I think while they yell
Outside it is sunny
but my nose is runny
and no it's not funny
This cold hurts like hell
I have many issues
I've used many tissues
oh cold how I'd wish you
just get out and be done
My coughing is siezing
but I am still weezing
and constantly sneezing
This cold is NO FUN!
Recovery's close
but the medicine's gross
it's what I dread most
But I'll take it and see
On my couch lying
I feel like I'm dying
Please don't start crying
Just be glad you're not me!
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! -SuperMom
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Hashtags......
A day of hashtags in the Super Tired Super Mom world....... Just a few.....
#WhatdidIjuststepin
#Stoptrippledipping
#whereismyleftshoe
#Iamsofreakinghungry
#thedogateapullup
#myeyelinerisnotacrayon
#getthehelloutofmyway
#isthatabooger
#justbreathejustbreathejustbreathe
#dudewheresmykeys
#godineedicecream
#ihavechickenskin
#imnotcookingdinner
#mamaneedsacocktail
#sonofabitchtheresnotoiletpaper
#yayshrekagain
#dontclimbonthat
#fivemoreminutes
#wholeftthewateron
#whatsthatsmell
#timeforbed
#myasshurts
#ijustchangedthattire
#thisexpiredtwoweeksago
#nomorequestions
#stopcallingme
#ijustwenttothedamnstoreyesterday
#iwantamassage
#momsnothere
#WhatdidIjuststepin
#Stoptrippledipping
#whereismyleftshoe
#Iamsofreakinghungry
#thedogateapullup
#myeyelinerisnotacrayon
#getthehelloutofmyway
#isthatabooger
#justbreathejustbreathejustbreathe
#dudewheresmykeys
#godineedicecream
#ihavechickenskin
#imnotcookingdinner
#mamaneedsacocktail
#sonofabitchtheresnotoiletpaper
#yayshrekagain
#dontclimbonthat
#fivemoreminutes
#wholeftthewateron
#whatsthatsmell
#timeforbed
#myasshurts
#ijustchangedthattire
#thisexpiredtwoweeksago
#nomorequestions
#stopcallingme
#ijustwenttothedamnstoreyesterday
#iwantamassage
#momsnothere
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Dear......
Dear you know who you are,
I don't know you nor do I need or want to know you. What I know OF you is your role in a very off time for me. Should I hold it against you? Probably not. Will I anyway? Probably so. My life has had a few of YOU pop up and I'm tired of it. Even though YOU have never actually hurt me yourself, the mere thought of you pushes a button inside me that makes my blood boil. Is it fair that I want to scream in your face.... No.. No it's not. But the times where the You's of the world pop up and beat me down... You're now a fall person just like the rest of them. Maybe you thought of yourself as helpful and you very well could've been to someone else. But to me.. To me, you halted happiness. You even made it convenient to question it. And for that, I don't want to forgive you or know you. Someone has to take it. If not you, then who? Another you...... You are so lucky that I don't have magic powers. If I did... Whoa buddy! You'd be done. The thing is, you don't know ME either. You know OF me. That's it. There's always another side. I'm sure you know the blah side. I'm not sad or guilty feeling of my judgement. For you and the others just like you who have tumbled into my life when they shouldn't have, F OFF. I won't miss you because thankfully, I have no idea who you are. All I know is that there are plenty of YOU'S out there and you're all exactly the same. There it is. Good night YOU. I hope your dreams keep you up at night like mine do.
-SuperMom
I don't know you nor do I need or want to know you. What I know OF you is your role in a very off time for me. Should I hold it against you? Probably not. Will I anyway? Probably so. My life has had a few of YOU pop up and I'm tired of it. Even though YOU have never actually hurt me yourself, the mere thought of you pushes a button inside me that makes my blood boil. Is it fair that I want to scream in your face.... No.. No it's not. But the times where the You's of the world pop up and beat me down... You're now a fall person just like the rest of them. Maybe you thought of yourself as helpful and you very well could've been to someone else. But to me.. To me, you halted happiness. You even made it convenient to question it. And for that, I don't want to forgive you or know you. Someone has to take it. If not you, then who? Another you...... You are so lucky that I don't have magic powers. If I did... Whoa buddy! You'd be done. The thing is, you don't know ME either. You know OF me. That's it. There's always another side. I'm sure you know the blah side. I'm not sad or guilty feeling of my judgement. For you and the others just like you who have tumbled into my life when they shouldn't have, F OFF. I won't miss you because thankfully, I have no idea who you are. All I know is that there are plenty of YOU'S out there and you're all exactly the same. There it is. Good night YOU. I hope your dreams keep you up at night like mine do.
-SuperMom
Another horrible, horrific, WTF?!? dream...... :(
Good morning!
I can say that genuinely because compared to last night, it's already a great morning... I didn't eat anything crazy, watch anything scary... I cried before bed. For the past few weeks I've held in any kind of falling apart-ness and apparently... last night the dam broke. It was a mixture of things from past and present that just overloaded all at once... For a small window of time, I felt alone, helpless, and pissed at myself for allowing that to happen. Anyway... By the time I climbed into bed, my eyes were swollen and stung, my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and my skin felt like it was on fire. I threw my clothes on the floor, turned the fan on, and pulled the blanket up to my face as a bed time formality more than anything else. It didn't take long, thankfully, for me to drift off completely. That's when it all started....
WARNING: HORRIBLE DREAM. I'M SORRY.
***I was standing at the sink putting dishes in the dishwasher when a sharp pain hit the pit of my stomach out of nowhere. I fell to the floor doubled over gasping for breath while wrapping my arms around my belly. It felt like I was being stabbed and burned at the same time... All of that was in my stomach. Eventually I passed out and like any horribly predictable movie, the sink started to overflow. When my husband got home and found me, he cradled me while freaking out and begging me to open my eyes. I did after a few minutes. He asked what had happened and why I was sleeping on the floor. "I... I don't know." And I didn't. Apparently (like a crappy movie) I had completely forgot that I felt like I was being ripped open... I stood up, started reaching for a towel to get the water cleaned up but before I could grab it, my husband grabbed my hand and led me to the couch where I could lay down and rest. I did. After a few hours (I'm guessing) of sleeping on the couch, I woke up to a dark room.. All alone.. and with a surprise... My belly was hard and I looked like I was five or six months pregnant.. I started breathing hard while trying to understand what the hell was happening. I was freaking out because I assumed that my husband would be angry. (He never has been and I doubt, in reality, he would be.. however... dreams...) We live in a three bedroom house that we rent and already have three children. The youngest isn't even two yet! How? Why? Those were thoughts that were spamming my mind when the pain started again. It was even worse this time. After a few minutes of leaning against a wall and trying to withstand the throbbing, piercing pains, I started to feel a warm rush down my legs. Without looking, I felt my right thigh with my hand before lifting it up to see.. Blood. Lots of blood. It wasn't stopping and neither was the pain. As crazy as it seemed, my belly started losing size slowly. It was like I was a blood dispenser and I was running out. I started screaming and my knees buckled sending me to the floor with a giant thud. As I fell, I heard a faint voice that was angry and full of hate screaming at me.. "Why would you do that!?! This is all your fault! I'll never forgive you for anything!" It was hard to tell at first but I figured it out, it was my husbands voice. Then of course.. I was out again. When I opened my eyes, the room was bright and different. And this time, I remembered. EVERYTHING. I frantically felt at my stomach. The belly was gone but the blinding pain and burning feeling was still there. It was like I had been ripped open and left to die on a table. I wasn't on a table but I was in a hospital room.. It was as big as my house. I was in a bed next to a tiny table and the only other thing I could see was a tiny clear box with an IV pole beside it. I thought that's what it was. It was hard to be sure because it was on the opposite side of the giant room. I pulled myself up enough to where I was sitting up as painful as it was. Slowly, I swung my legs off the bed so I could eventually go inspect the only other thing in the room. When I stood up, I glanced at the walls... All white. There were three giant blinding lights on the ceiling and the weirdest thing.. There were no windows.. and no doors.. I was scared, hurt and morbidly curious to see what I'd find in the box. I crept towards it trying to ignore everything else. As I got closer, I realized it was an incubator and inside.. was a baby. A tiny little baby hooked up to wires and IV's and monitors. I was about ten feet away when I stopped. Not because I wanted to, but because there was something STOPPING me, not letting me get any closer. Out of nowhere, a piece of glass was between me and the box. I started pounding on it, trying to break it and get to what I assumed was my baby. There was a loud BANG and all of a sudden, the baby side of the glass got completely dark. There was one cry (that sounded more like a creature than a baby) and another loud noise when the light came back on.... before it went off again, I saw a glimpse of the box, the wires and IV stand were gone and the only thing I could see in the box before it was engulfed in darkness again, was blood. I screamed and started to feel the warm feeling down my legs again. I turned around away from the glass still screaming and crying hot tears that burned my face when I was face to face with my husband. I stopped screaming. All I wanted to do was hug him and have him hold me again. I felt like I was in a loop of terror or the main person trapped in a horrible prank. He held one arm out to gesture for me to come a little closer while the other arm was tucked behind his back. I didn't think anything of it and took the few steps to close the gap between us. At the time I had reached him, his hidden arm swung around with a big knife in his hand and he buried it into my belly. My belly that was big again like I was extremely pregnant. I couldn't breathe. I started shaking as my eyes scanned his face with a pleading look of "Why". He took the knife out and jammed it in again. I didn't even scream. I couldn't. Tears kept streaming and I could feel my life draining out of me. He started screaming as he followed my body to the floor still stabbing me over and over again. "Why would you do that?!? This is all your fault!! I'll never forgive you for anything!!" The only noises coming from me were choked gurgles of me choking on my own blood. I couldn't move. He stopped long enough to go to the dark side of the room where the box was. He picked it up (apparently the glass was only there for me..) and walked back to my almost lifeless body. I could see through the clear box and there was no more blood. It's like the box had changed into an over sized crystal clear brick. He lifted it over his head and said "You did this" before he slammed it down on my face.***
Needless to say I woke up gasping, sweating and ready to start crying again. I got up, went to the bathroom, wiped myself with a cold cloth and dug out a left over pregnancy test in the cabinet. Yes I used it, no, I'm not pregnant. I know it was a dream but it was one that was so graphic and full of hate. It scared me.. ME. I sat on the side of the bathtub for about twenty minutes just thinking about it. How horrible.. and why? My eyes still burned from my cry fest before bed, I didn't want to start it all over again in the middle of the night. I know it was bad and I'm sorry if you now see me as a psychotic monster. It has yet to slip away from my mind and I thought that writing it out would help it dissolve faster. Welcome to my nightmare. One of many.. Good news is, it won't be night again for HOURS. Have a good Tuesday everyone. I'm sorry if I've made it blah for you so early!
-SuperMom
I can say that genuinely because compared to last night, it's already a great morning... I didn't eat anything crazy, watch anything scary... I cried before bed. For the past few weeks I've held in any kind of falling apart-ness and apparently... last night the dam broke. It was a mixture of things from past and present that just overloaded all at once... For a small window of time, I felt alone, helpless, and pissed at myself for allowing that to happen. Anyway... By the time I climbed into bed, my eyes were swollen and stung, my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and my skin felt like it was on fire. I threw my clothes on the floor, turned the fan on, and pulled the blanket up to my face as a bed time formality more than anything else. It didn't take long, thankfully, for me to drift off completely. That's when it all started....
WARNING: HORRIBLE DREAM. I'M SORRY.
***I was standing at the sink putting dishes in the dishwasher when a sharp pain hit the pit of my stomach out of nowhere. I fell to the floor doubled over gasping for breath while wrapping my arms around my belly. It felt like I was being stabbed and burned at the same time... All of that was in my stomach. Eventually I passed out and like any horribly predictable movie, the sink started to overflow. When my husband got home and found me, he cradled me while freaking out and begging me to open my eyes. I did after a few minutes. He asked what had happened and why I was sleeping on the floor. "I... I don't know." And I didn't. Apparently (like a crappy movie) I had completely forgot that I felt like I was being ripped open... I stood up, started reaching for a towel to get the water cleaned up but before I could grab it, my husband grabbed my hand and led me to the couch where I could lay down and rest. I did. After a few hours (I'm guessing) of sleeping on the couch, I woke up to a dark room.. All alone.. and with a surprise... My belly was hard and I looked like I was five or six months pregnant.. I started breathing hard while trying to understand what the hell was happening. I was freaking out because I assumed that my husband would be angry. (He never has been and I doubt, in reality, he would be.. however... dreams...) We live in a three bedroom house that we rent and already have three children. The youngest isn't even two yet! How? Why? Those were thoughts that were spamming my mind when the pain started again. It was even worse this time. After a few minutes of leaning against a wall and trying to withstand the throbbing, piercing pains, I started to feel a warm rush down my legs. Without looking, I felt my right thigh with my hand before lifting it up to see.. Blood. Lots of blood. It wasn't stopping and neither was the pain. As crazy as it seemed, my belly started losing size slowly. It was like I was a blood dispenser and I was running out. I started screaming and my knees buckled sending me to the floor with a giant thud. As I fell, I heard a faint voice that was angry and full of hate screaming at me.. "Why would you do that!?! This is all your fault! I'll never forgive you for anything!" It was hard to tell at first but I figured it out, it was my husbands voice. Then of course.. I was out again. When I opened my eyes, the room was bright and different. And this time, I remembered. EVERYTHING. I frantically felt at my stomach. The belly was gone but the blinding pain and burning feeling was still there. It was like I had been ripped open and left to die on a table. I wasn't on a table but I was in a hospital room.. It was as big as my house. I was in a bed next to a tiny table and the only other thing I could see was a tiny clear box with an IV pole beside it. I thought that's what it was. It was hard to be sure because it was on the opposite side of the giant room. I pulled myself up enough to where I was sitting up as painful as it was. Slowly, I swung my legs off the bed so I could eventually go inspect the only other thing in the room. When I stood up, I glanced at the walls... All white. There were three giant blinding lights on the ceiling and the weirdest thing.. There were no windows.. and no doors.. I was scared, hurt and morbidly curious to see what I'd find in the box. I crept towards it trying to ignore everything else. As I got closer, I realized it was an incubator and inside.. was a baby. A tiny little baby hooked up to wires and IV's and monitors. I was about ten feet away when I stopped. Not because I wanted to, but because there was something STOPPING me, not letting me get any closer. Out of nowhere, a piece of glass was between me and the box. I started pounding on it, trying to break it and get to what I assumed was my baby. There was a loud BANG and all of a sudden, the baby side of the glass got completely dark. There was one cry (that sounded more like a creature than a baby) and another loud noise when the light came back on.... before it went off again, I saw a glimpse of the box, the wires and IV stand were gone and the only thing I could see in the box before it was engulfed in darkness again, was blood. I screamed and started to feel the warm feeling down my legs again. I turned around away from the glass still screaming and crying hot tears that burned my face when I was face to face with my husband. I stopped screaming. All I wanted to do was hug him and have him hold me again. I felt like I was in a loop of terror or the main person trapped in a horrible prank. He held one arm out to gesture for me to come a little closer while the other arm was tucked behind his back. I didn't think anything of it and took the few steps to close the gap between us. At the time I had reached him, his hidden arm swung around with a big knife in his hand and he buried it into my belly. My belly that was big again like I was extremely pregnant. I couldn't breathe. I started shaking as my eyes scanned his face with a pleading look of "Why". He took the knife out and jammed it in again. I didn't even scream. I couldn't. Tears kept streaming and I could feel my life draining out of me. He started screaming as he followed my body to the floor still stabbing me over and over again. "Why would you do that?!? This is all your fault!! I'll never forgive you for anything!!" The only noises coming from me were choked gurgles of me choking on my own blood. I couldn't move. He stopped long enough to go to the dark side of the room where the box was. He picked it up (apparently the glass was only there for me..) and walked back to my almost lifeless body. I could see through the clear box and there was no more blood. It's like the box had changed into an over sized crystal clear brick. He lifted it over his head and said "You did this" before he slammed it down on my face.***
Needless to say I woke up gasping, sweating and ready to start crying again. I got up, went to the bathroom, wiped myself with a cold cloth and dug out a left over pregnancy test in the cabinet. Yes I used it, no, I'm not pregnant. I know it was a dream but it was one that was so graphic and full of hate. It scared me.. ME. I sat on the side of the bathtub for about twenty minutes just thinking about it. How horrible.. and why? My eyes still burned from my cry fest before bed, I didn't want to start it all over again in the middle of the night. I know it was bad and I'm sorry if you now see me as a psychotic monster. It has yet to slip away from my mind and I thought that writing it out would help it dissolve faster. Welcome to my nightmare. One of many.. Good news is, it won't be night again for HOURS. Have a good Tuesday everyone. I'm sorry if I've made it blah for you so early!
-SuperMom
Monday, October 17, 2016
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It's almost time.........
The holiday track is upon us...... fortunately for me, I get one night of FUN before the days turn to complete crap. Yummy treats... creepy things... scary sounds... Costumes! Yes, Halloween is close and my Halloween party is even CLOSER! The best part... NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING about it.. As usual... it's a surprise. I can't even slip and hint on here because I know SOME of the guests give this page a peep every now and then... The party is Saturday..... Can't wait for PICTURES!!!!!! ^_^
(PS.. I hope that the guests who DO read this... get a little MORE anxious! See you Saturday!)
-SuperMom
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Wife-moms have to be MORE and ER... ALL THE TIME.
There have been a lot of times in life where I want to crawl to a dark corner, pull a blanket over my head and just cry while I shut myself down completely. Times like that make me wonder what I've done wrong or why life can be so unfair. Eventually, I suck it up and realize that the "balance" in life, isn't anywhere near balanced at all. When you're a wife.. They seem to be pretty leveled if all is well. However, if you're a wife-mom, your side of the scale will ALWAYS be weighed down. I've realized that no matter WHAT it is, a wife-mom has to be MORE and ER all the time... "What the hell does that mean?" I'm sure you're wondering..... Let me explain....
Let's say you're at home cleaning all day with a severe headache, your child comes home early from school because of a stomach issue with homework even you don't want to try to understand and your husband comes home pissed off because an incompetent ass at his job was doing what they do best.. Nothing. Everyone in that particular equation is having it rough right? Sadly, even though you've been working all day doing various crap while in pain, you're not the top priority in that sequence of crappy events. You have to be MORE patient with everything going on and be strongER so that the other people in the mix are taken care of. It doesn't sound fair and it's not, but that's how it goes. Even though both you and your husband have had shitty days, you have to be MORE understanding. I'm not saying that a wife-mom is a doormat. NOT AT ALL. In fact, this is what we take on if taken seriously......
NicER, strongER, smartER, bravER, craziER, fastER, happiER, wisER
and
MORE helpful, MORE insightful, MORE capable, MORE reliable, MORE outgoing, MORE honest, MORE caring, MORE loving, MORE creative, MORE willing and yes, even MORE selfish.
That last one might have you wondering. "But I thought everyone else comes first...." Here's the deal, for the most part, I take care of everyone and everything in my life and family. If my daughter needs batteries for something, mom knows. If my husband reaches up for some glasses wipes, they're always there thanks to.....Mom. Whether they want to admit it or not, I am the glue that holds their world in place. That's not even me being obnoxious or conceited, that's the truth! I do believe that in the pie that is my life, everyone else takes up the majority. However, to be MORE sane and MORE put together, there are times that a wife-mom needs to be MORE selfish. The key is, to have a mark that lets it be KNOWN when you're having a MORE selfish time. For example... If I spend all day cleaning my house with a headache, running errands, trying to write while the baby screams at the top of her lungs while trying to punch my keyboard and the dog chews the lamp cord in half after eating my chips that my kid dumped all over the floor because she could..... I might take that night as a selfish one... My husband would know as soon as he saw my face for the first time after getting home... The face that says all of this...
*I am clocking out. It is YOUR turn. If someone yells "MOM!" again, I'll play T-Rex and freeze with the mind set of, if I don't move, they can't see me. I'm serious. I haven't been able to sit down once today without being followed and screamed at and that's INCLUDING on the toilet. I do NOT want to even THINK about cooking dinner because if I did, I would probably burn it on purpose out of spite! And if you think you're going to leave your shoes in the middle of the hallway or anything else out of place... THINK AGAIN! I need a bath. I need a drink. And I need to hear something that's not animated. PS.. thanks. I love you.*
That's a lot to say with a face... And if I did it ALL the time, it wouldn't be as rewarding when I GET the selfish time because then I'd just be considered a big bitch. Thankfully, I've had just enough practice so that when that face comes on, my husband is pretty quick to step in and let me breathe. Bottom line, in my family anyway, i have to be a lot MORE and ER than all of them. Even if they don't think so... I am. My husband may think he is, like a lot of other husbands out there but... I believe the wife-moms are it. So when you get stressed out and realize how unfair everything is, remember two things... One.. You have every right to be MORE selfish when you need to be. And two... No man could ever do what we do. Love you all mama's (and dad's who read this! I know there are tons of you out there who come EXTREMELY close!). Have a great Sunday night everyone. Good to be back...
-SuperMom
Let's say you're at home cleaning all day with a severe headache, your child comes home early from school because of a stomach issue with homework even you don't want to try to understand and your husband comes home pissed off because an incompetent ass at his job was doing what they do best.. Nothing. Everyone in that particular equation is having it rough right? Sadly, even though you've been working all day doing various crap while in pain, you're not the top priority in that sequence of crappy events. You have to be MORE patient with everything going on and be strongER so that the other people in the mix are taken care of. It doesn't sound fair and it's not, but that's how it goes. Even though both you and your husband have had shitty days, you have to be MORE understanding. I'm not saying that a wife-mom is a doormat. NOT AT ALL. In fact, this is what we take on if taken seriously......
NicER, strongER, smartER, bravER, craziER, fastER, happiER, wisER
and
MORE helpful, MORE insightful, MORE capable, MORE reliable, MORE outgoing, MORE honest, MORE caring, MORE loving, MORE creative, MORE willing and yes, even MORE selfish.
That last one might have you wondering. "But I thought everyone else comes first...." Here's the deal, for the most part, I take care of everyone and everything in my life and family. If my daughter needs batteries for something, mom knows. If my husband reaches up for some glasses wipes, they're always there thanks to.....Mom. Whether they want to admit it or not, I am the glue that holds their world in place. That's not even me being obnoxious or conceited, that's the truth! I do believe that in the pie that is my life, everyone else takes up the majority. However, to be MORE sane and MORE put together, there are times that a wife-mom needs to be MORE selfish. The key is, to have a mark that lets it be KNOWN when you're having a MORE selfish time. For example... If I spend all day cleaning my house with a headache, running errands, trying to write while the baby screams at the top of her lungs while trying to punch my keyboard and the dog chews the lamp cord in half after eating my chips that my kid dumped all over the floor because she could..... I might take that night as a selfish one... My husband would know as soon as he saw my face for the first time after getting home... The face that says all of this...
*I am clocking out. It is YOUR turn. If someone yells "MOM!" again, I'll play T-Rex and freeze with the mind set of, if I don't move, they can't see me. I'm serious. I haven't been able to sit down once today without being followed and screamed at and that's INCLUDING on the toilet. I do NOT want to even THINK about cooking dinner because if I did, I would probably burn it on purpose out of spite! And if you think you're going to leave your shoes in the middle of the hallway or anything else out of place... THINK AGAIN! I need a bath. I need a drink. And I need to hear something that's not animated. PS.. thanks. I love you.*
That's a lot to say with a face... And if I did it ALL the time, it wouldn't be as rewarding when I GET the selfish time because then I'd just be considered a big bitch. Thankfully, I've had just enough practice so that when that face comes on, my husband is pretty quick to step in and let me breathe. Bottom line, in my family anyway, i have to be a lot MORE and ER than all of them. Even if they don't think so... I am. My husband may think he is, like a lot of other husbands out there but... I believe the wife-moms are it. So when you get stressed out and realize how unfair everything is, remember two things... One.. You have every right to be MORE selfish when you need to be. And two... No man could ever do what we do. Love you all mama's (and dad's who read this! I know there are tons of you out there who come EXTREMELY close!). Have a great Sunday night everyone. Good to be back...
-SuperMom
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Sing it!
It's the most wonderful time
of the year!!!!
With sweet scary dreams and so many loud screams it's so nice to my ears!!!
It's the most wonderful time, of the year...
It's the nice, yes nicest season of all...
With some treating and tricking, friends running and kicking and starting to bawl!!!
It's the nice, yes Nicest season of all!!
There'll be movies with killers
and other spine chillers
which make people cover their eyes
There'll be zombies and ghosts
and more ghouls I love most
It's my FAVE if you didn't realize!
It's the most wonderful time of the year...
In just twenty plus days I will scare tons of ways,
preying on everyone's fears!!!
It's the most wonderful time... Of THE YEAR!!!!!!
of the year!!!!
With sweet scary dreams and so many loud screams it's so nice to my ears!!!
It's the most wonderful time, of the year...
It's the nice, yes nicest season of all...
With some treating and tricking, friends running and kicking and starting to bawl!!!
It's the nice, yes Nicest season of all!!
There'll be movies with killers
and other spine chillers
which make people cover their eyes
There'll be zombies and ghosts
and more ghouls I love most
It's my FAVE if you didn't realize!
It's the most wonderful time of the year...
In just twenty plus days I will scare tons of ways,
preying on everyone's fears!!!
It's the most wonderful time... Of THE YEAR!!!!!!
Muahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! 
;) Hope you enjoyed reading (or singing) because I CERTAINLY enjoyed writing (and singing!) it!!!
-SuperMom
^_^
;) Hope you enjoyed reading (or singing) because I CERTAINLY enjoyed writing (and singing!) it!!!-SuperMom
^_^Monday, August 29, 2016
Sunday, August 28, 2016
I promise I'm not dead! Help Me?
This year has been a C R A Z Y one and it's not even over yet! The past 2 months have been a blur... My husbands psychotic job hours, the girls starting school and the "baby" starring in the pre-terrible two show.. ALL THE TIME. I have so many stories started that are incomplete from trips, stories and crazy times that I need to just sit down and DO but lately... WHEN THE HELL CAN THAT HAPPEN? N E V E R. At least that seems to be the case lately. I took on a major holiday event that will most definitely take up the spare (and not so spare) time I have and dwindle it to damn near nothing. Happy to do it but I will more than likely be in ghost mode from Thanksgiving day on... :/ Even still, I have written a few kids books based on my kids that I had made to help my kids start reading. The first one was made years ago and I've added different titles here and there. I would LOVE to get the whole collection (still hundreds of titles I have in mind with books to follow) licensed and published. If you've ever priced such a thing... Yeah. Now you know why it hasn't happened YET! Patience is no where near my strong suit but I'm hoping that I will be able to get there with the help of some amazing people. I appreciate every time you come here and read about my crazy days and would greatly appreciate any support I can find out there! Thank you! Click on the link below or copy and paste to check it out and help me. :)
Happy Sunday!
-Super Mom
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-Super Mom
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Friday, June 10, 2016
Things that suck to do with just one arm
Moms, we've all been there... The cranky, tired, or just plain clingy toddler waddles up to you with arms raised, feet stomping while crying helplessly to go up, up, UP. And though this little creature is tiny compared to everyone else, you hesitate to comply with their whining because after just a few minutes... That little creature feels like a bag of potatoes that increases in size as the minutes go by. And if you're like me, you have a dominant side or side that you always use because it's just.. routine? I am right handed and so my carrying arm is my left. When I tote this child around, she stays perched on my arm like a giant bird with legs dangling and one hand barely resting on my shoulder (relying on ME for HER balance..) Since my older girls were not awake and I needed to do a few things (and of course these things are down in the basement and the little creature had already been awake for hours and so... starting with the crankiness...) I figured it wouldn't be a big deal if I just scooped up the whimpering weasel and did what I needed to do. It didn't take long for me to regret my decision! Then I started thinking... Doing this with one arm... SUCKS! So with that, I thought of all of the things that simply suck to do with just one arm... Here they are..
- Dragging a full laundry basket downstairs
- Taking out the trash
- Taking laundry out of the washer/dryer
- Putting laundry IN the washer/dryer
- Trying to pay a bill on the phone
- Accepting a large package from UPS
- Getting a fountain drink at the store
- Making a bed
- Putting on makeup
- Getting a shower and attempting to wash hair and shave legs
- Vacuuming more than one room
- Trying to paint
- Playing a video game
- Trying to read a book with (and especially WITHOUT) pictures
- Walk a big, hyper dog
- Putting away dishes
- Trying to type an email
- Helping with homework or kids projects
- Trying to kill a spider
- Trying to eat ANYTHING
- Trying to sweep
- Making dinner
- Grocery shopping
- Cleaning out the car
- Wrapping gifts
- Painting my nails
- Straightening my hair
- Trying to drink anything without a straw
- Putting away groceries
AND...
- Going to the bathroom!
I know there are things that I'm missing on here and the next time they happen it'll hit me like "DAMN, how could I forget THIS one?" But I think for now, this list is pretty... lengthy. And for the moms rolling their eyes or thinking "Just set the kid DOWN for God's sake!" It's not an all the time thing! More like a grab and go and then remember small things you forgot about and you just try to scoot around doing it while your arm loses feeling and gets sore at the same time. Yeah, like that. :) I know that you've probably experienced at least ONE of these (and probably more...) and so, you know what I'm talking about. Happy freaking Friday friends! ^_^ -Super Mom
- Dragging a full laundry basket downstairs
- Taking out the trash
- Taking laundry out of the washer/dryer
- Putting laundry IN the washer/dryer
- Trying to pay a bill on the phone
- Accepting a large package from UPS
- Getting a fountain drink at the store
- Making a bed
- Putting on makeup
- Getting a shower and attempting to wash hair and shave legs
- Vacuuming more than one room
- Trying to paint
- Playing a video game
- Trying to read a book with (and especially WITHOUT) pictures
- Walk a big, hyper dog
- Putting away dishes
- Trying to type an email
- Helping with homework or kids projects
- Trying to kill a spider
- Trying to eat ANYTHING
- Trying to sweep
- Making dinner
- Grocery shopping
- Cleaning out the car
- Wrapping gifts
- Painting my nails
- Straightening my hair
- Trying to drink anything without a straw
- Putting away groceries
AND...
- Going to the bathroom!
I know there are things that I'm missing on here and the next time they happen it'll hit me like "DAMN, how could I forget THIS one?" But I think for now, this list is pretty... lengthy. And for the moms rolling their eyes or thinking "Just set the kid DOWN for God's sake!" It's not an all the time thing! More like a grab and go and then remember small things you forgot about and you just try to scoot around doing it while your arm loses feeling and gets sore at the same time. Yeah, like that. :) I know that you've probably experienced at least ONE of these (and probably more...) and so, you know what I'm talking about. Happy freaking Friday friends! ^_^ -Super Mom
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
The struggle is real...
To the moms out there who know EXACTLY what THIS is like.... Yeah.. The struggle is real....
Good night! -Super Mom
:/
Usually in the middle of the night RIGHT about the time I wake up, look into the dark hallway and think... Damn.. I really have to pee..... :/
Monday, June 6, 2016
Stupid F-ing Dreams!
Have you ever had a bad dream, I mean a REALLY bad dream, about someone and then wake up ACTUALLY pissed at that person? Even though the smallest lines in your mind clearly say "Hey dumbass, it was a DREAM!" there is still that cloud that leaves the rest of your being thinking "You son of a bitch..." It's a horrible thing and as sad as it is, it's happened to me quite a few times over time. I don't know what it is... The fact that something horrible is happening, the person doing the horrible thing is someone close to me OR the fact that they're acting all innocent when we're both awake. All points of that horrid triangle are rough. I've talked to friends and asked this same question and of course, thankfully, they know what I'm talking about. I happened to be what some call a "vivid or lucid dreamer". This is when someone having a dream KNOWS they're having a dream but still can FEEL like it's something actually happening. I, like many others, have both good and horrible sides to this unconscious realm.. On one side, I could be on a beach having a cold drink of anything with an umbrella and feel like the sun is warming my skin or burning my eyes. On the other... I could be walking into some abandoned hospital trying to find something and instead get over powered by a psychotic squatter who wants nothing more than to defile me every way he could. Those are the kinds where I wake up sweating and definitely keep glancing behind me if I go to the bathroom. Of course then my mind starts to manifest such horrors in my ACTUAL house in the middle of the night in the dark. Go figure. Even a day dream can make me stare hard at a dark spot somewhere and start to see a figure outline... I swear I'm not on ANYTHING! I'm just semi crazy. Maybe mostly..? Anyway.. For the horror dreams like that, if I get to an uncomfortable spot and wake up, SOME TIMES I am lucky enough to fall BACK into the same dream and see it again. I know, why would I want to do that? Well... I didn't say it would be the same outcome.. If I'm really worked up enough, I can actually go back and do things differently or the RIGHT way. For example... Let's say me walking in the hospital and turning left down the hall led me to the psycho.. In the second loop, I would either change directions altogether or find something and beat his ass since I know where he's coming from. More times than not it's the last option because let's be honest, I'm still pissed at the first go round. So on good, or should I say bad nights, some times I get to restart. Not the case last night sadly. I mean of all KINDS of dreams, I really hate these ones the most. I don't want to get into the ACTUAL dream itself just the outcome I guess. Of course it happened around 2am (when I have plenty of time to lay there and think about it or try to sleep and hope it's NOT a repeat..) and it felt like it went on FOREVER. I was mad at this person when I woke up... It even made me mad knowing that while I was there over heating and debating whether or not to fall back asleep, they were somewhere sleeping like a baby no doubt. Then I was just STUCK with it playing in a ragged loop at random times in my head all freaking day. The faces burned into my mind... Making me do every thing with a little extra force just because in my warped mind, the dream people would feel it. Pretty much driving myself crazy. Finally I blurted a round about statement that of course didn't make any damn sense to the person and I ended up apologizing for the mean girl getting the better of me. I HATE THAT! People tell me so many things that "play a part" in my crazy ass dreams. "Go to bed earlier", "Don't eat at night", "Don't drink anything", "Don't watch your scary ass movies" and so on..... Yeah well... I'm pretty sure that even if I ate dinner at 4pm with a small glass of water and go to bed at 7 after watching a Disney movie there would still be a decent chance that SOMETHING would invade my dream land. I should really just start writing them all down.... YIKES! I can honestly say that NOW I feel better about this whole blah night. I'm not worried about sleeping tonight. :) Thanks for letting me vent to you! Again..... Scarily yours... -Super Mom
PS.. I cried watching a stupid chick flick with my daughters today... They said I was nuts... They may say the darnedest things but they pretty much have me pegged..... :/
PS.. I cried watching a stupid chick flick with my daughters today... They said I was nuts... They may say the darnedest things but they pretty much have me pegged..... :/
Saturday, May 21, 2016
BAD DAY WARNING
Here's a lesson, some advice
To take it would be very nice
A little "S-Mom Common Sense"
Will prevent us all from getting tense
If I'm having a crappy day
Please just stay out of my way
Pokes and prods are like my itch
They turn me into a raging bitch
If I say "I'm fine" just let it be
You prying will only anger me
Yes I'm stubborn, that's ok
If you know that, what's left to say?
Just nod your head and pass me by
You won't help me so don't try
Some days I may just need to talk
or take a nap or a nice long walk
But I will do those things you see
I don't need you all over me
"Are you ok? Are you all right?"
Yes, yes yes! OK?!? Good Night!
So here it is, plain and nice......
My Tired Super Mom advice...
If I am grouchy and to myself
Like a ragged book on a crooked shelf
Just let me go or come to you
If it's the latter, here's what you do
Listen to the words I say
Listen to the tone in play
I don't need jokes, a hug or beer
Sometimes I just want your ear
When it's all said and done
Spill your jokes, let's have some fun
Bad days suck, they're like a curse
Use this here, don't make them worse
Annnnnnnnd... Scene....... Actually from a couple days ago and never hit "Publish".... ^_^
-Super Mom
To take it would be very nice
A little "S-Mom Common Sense"
Will prevent us all from getting tense
If I'm having a crappy day
Please just stay out of my way
Pokes and prods are like my itch
They turn me into a raging bitch
If I say "I'm fine" just let it be
You prying will only anger me
Yes I'm stubborn, that's ok
If you know that, what's left to say?
Just nod your head and pass me by
You won't help me so don't try
Some days I may just need to talk
or take a nap or a nice long walk
But I will do those things you see
I don't need you all over me
"Are you ok? Are you all right?"
Yes, yes yes! OK?!? Good Night!
So here it is, plain and nice......
My Tired Super Mom advice...
If I am grouchy and to myself
Like a ragged book on a crooked shelf
Just let me go or come to you
If it's the latter, here's what you do
Listen to the words I say
Listen to the tone in play
I don't need jokes, a hug or beer
Sometimes I just want your ear
When it's all said and done
Spill your jokes, let's have some fun
Bad days suck, they're like a curse
Use this here, don't make them worse
Annnnnnnnd... Scene....... Actually from a couple days ago and never hit "Publish".... ^_^
-Super Mom
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
STOP CALLING ME!!!!!!!!
I cannot stand when my phone rings and it shows a number I don't know... It could be coming from another state, from the same city or, my favorite, restricted. This is how I think... If I don't have an account with your business, if we are not friends or family, if you're not from my kids' school or trying to reach MY business... DO NOT CALL ME! I used to think that getting spam in my email was horrible (it still IS) but this super spam with my cell phone is ridiculous! It's bad enough when someone we KNOW calls and there's that hesitation to hit the green button... "Do I REALLY want to do this right now...." And that's me KNOWING where the call is coming from! This is a quick run down of what I have received so far this year... Keep in mind that it's only MAY...
-Won a free cruise (this is the captain!!!)
-Won a 3 day vacation at a resort (SWEET! ANYWHERE I want you say???)
-My credit card company needs to speak to me (that's how they say it on my VM "Your credit card company... Riiiiiiiight.)
- Calling to confirm my online college appli)cation (umm... Nope, not me.)
- Local authorities are attempting to reach you (Well.. seeing as how my husband used to be a cop HERE... not buying it)
-We heard you want to work for amazon! (shop yes, work no.)
-We heard you want to work for Walmart! (ummm......)
-Won a free cruise! (twice in one year? Get out!!!)
- Do you want to work from home and earn up to 458/hour? (it'd be nice but uh... no)
-Would you like a years subscription to People for only 20.99? (...............)
-Your credit card company needs to speak with you (Suuuuuure they do.)
- Switch to AT&T for better service! (not these guys again...)
- Your car insurance needs more information to save you money (ahhh......)
- Won a free cruise! (Three times?!?! It MUST be true!)
- Your credit card company needs to speak with you (then why don't THEY call me?)
- The IRS has filed lawsuit against you (exactly that, I didn't miss the "a" that is what they said)
That's just off the top of my head.... They are very resilient when it comes to getting through on my line. Every time I have one either call or leave a message, I immediately add it to my auto reject/block calling list. That doesn't stop them from using a new number sadly. I wonder how many people out there fall for crap like that. Like the IRS thing. The last one just happened yesterday and it went like this....... My phone rang and this number popped up 409-216-8746 from Texas. Well.... I don't really KNOW anyone in Texas and so I let it slide right to voicemail. It said "the IRS has filed lawsuit against you. Please contact our business line at 409-216-8746 for more information." Hmmm.... I call back... The guy who answered sounded eastern I guess and says "Hello, IRS can I help you?" ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Have you EVER heard of that kind of opening from them? LOL indeed! Anyway... I say.. "Hi, I just received a message about things filed against me?? But I have a quick question.." He says.. "Ok" I say.. "Where is your office located?" He replies "Excuse me?" "Where is your office located?" I say again. "Washington DC" he says. I come back with "So you're calling me from Washington DC right now on this call?" CLICK! He hung up! That was a little rude and hasty... So I call back.. Ring.. Ring.. Pick up, hang up. Hmmm... Ring, ring, hung up. HAHAHA! I ended up calling that number back (even with a blocked number) a total of eleven times without speaking to a human again. Then I look up where it's coming from... Right around the corner from DC.. in BEAUMONT TEXAS! I called the IRS fraud and scam hotline and apparently there are SO MANY being reported that you don't actually talk to a person. Instead you are directed to their website to fill out a form. Which I did. I sent the voice mail script and number. I then proceeded to find scam/spam websites where you can post bogus numbers and complaints. I did. And then... I sent the "IRS business phone in Washington DC" a lovely text....
-Won a free cruise (this is the captain!!!)
-Won a 3 day vacation at a resort (SWEET! ANYWHERE I want you say???)
-My credit card company needs to speak to me (that's how they say it on my VM "Your credit card company... Riiiiiiiight.)
- Calling to confirm my online college appli)cation (umm... Nope, not me.)
- Local authorities are attempting to reach you (Well.. seeing as how my husband used to be a cop HERE... not buying it)
-We heard you want to work for amazon! (shop yes, work no.)
-We heard you want to work for Walmart! (ummm......)
-Won a free cruise! (twice in one year? Get out!!!)
- Do you want to work from home and earn up to 458/hour? (it'd be nice but uh... no)
-Would you like a years subscription to People for only 20.99? (...............)
-Your credit card company needs to speak with you (Suuuuuure they do.)
- Switch to AT&T for better service! (not these guys again...)
- Your car insurance needs more information to save you money (ahhh......)
- Won a free cruise! (Three times?!?! It MUST be true!)
- Your credit card company needs to speak with you (then why don't THEY call me?)
- The IRS has filed lawsuit against you (exactly that, I didn't miss the "a" that is what they said)
That's just off the top of my head.... They are very resilient when it comes to getting through on my line. Every time I have one either call or leave a message, I immediately add it to my auto reject/block calling list. That doesn't stop them from using a new number sadly. I wonder how many people out there fall for crap like that. Like the IRS thing. The last one just happened yesterday and it went like this....... My phone rang and this number popped up 409-216-8746 from Texas. Well.... I don't really KNOW anyone in Texas and so I let it slide right to voicemail. It said "the IRS has filed lawsuit against you. Please contact our business line at 409-216-8746 for more information." Hmmm.... I call back... The guy who answered sounded eastern I guess and says "Hello, IRS can I help you?" ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Have you EVER heard of that kind of opening from them? LOL indeed! Anyway... I say.. "Hi, I just received a message about things filed against me?? But I have a quick question.." He says.. "Ok" I say.. "Where is your office located?" He replies "Excuse me?" "Where is your office located?" I say again. "Washington DC" he says. I come back with "So you're calling me from Washington DC right now on this call?" CLICK! He hung up! That was a little rude and hasty... So I call back.. Ring.. Ring.. Pick up, hang up. Hmmm... Ring, ring, hung up. HAHAHA! I ended up calling that number back (even with a blocked number) a total of eleven times without speaking to a human again. Then I look up where it's coming from... Right around the corner from DC.. in BEAUMONT TEXAS! I called the IRS fraud and scam hotline and apparently there are SO MANY being reported that you don't actually talk to a person. Instead you are directed to their website to fill out a form. Which I did. I sent the voice mail script and number. I then proceeded to find scam/spam websites where you can post bogus numbers and complaints. I did. And then... I sent the "IRS business phone in Washington DC" a lovely text....
Shockingly... I never heard from them after that... I know that there are more crazy calls yet to come and in this digital age, I don't see it STOPPING any time soon sadly. Moments like this last one though make it a LITTLE bit better. Sure THEY put a cramp in my day but if I can do it to THEM... I'll take that small victory. I hope that when your phones ring today, it is only being dialed by people you love... or at the very least, people you know! And yes, I'm hoping that for myself as well! Have a great rest of your Tuesday everyone!!!
(PS... With the roll that I'm on, I really think I can rack up ten free cruises this year!!!)
;)
-Super Mom
I had to.. lol
I was thinking about what it would be like with some other SUPERS... Annnnnnd.... This is what I got! ;) -Super Mom
Monday, May 16, 2016
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Sing along with me.......
This is what happens when there's nothing to do... I'm left alone with my crazy mind and it's twisted ways.... Below are parts of songs with my twist... The name is at the top so you can get the tune going. ;) Have fun... I did.. ^_^
-My Girl-
I've got water.. soaked up in my sock...
I just walked into the bathroom... isn't that a crock...
I guess you'd say.. what could make me think this way...
MY GIRLS.... (my girls, my girls) talking bout.. My girls.... MY GIRLS!
I've got SOOOOO many toys all over the place...
And there's clothes and shoes.. what's that, on your face?!?
"OH my"... you'd say... Who could make me cringe this way?
MY GIRLS....(my girls, my girls) still talking bout.. my girls... MY GIRLS!
-Sugar Pie Honey Bunch-
Little girl, holy crap... How could you do this to me? (this to me..)
You just help yourself... and don't care about nobody else..
You ate up all my cake (ate up all my cake) And left no piece for me! (piece for me)
You're still helping yourself... I should've kept that cake anywhere else...
-Just my imagination-
It's sunny, I'm drinking sweet drinks and I'm all by myself...
There's waves and there's music, the beach baby, oh yeah, where else...
To fall asleep in the sand with a drink in my hand and no kids, what a dream...
But it was just my imagination... making fun of me...
yeah, my stupid imagination.... What a dream that would be....
-I got Chills-
I got spills! They're all over.... and I'm about to lose control...
I've got towels... but they don't use 'em.. It's real confusin....
They better get up... Up off that freaking couch!
Do I look like a French maid??
They better get up... I'm gonna lose my mind!
Why the hell don't I get paid????
"You don't get paid?" Hell no, NO I don't get paid!
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) You hoo hoo.. HONEY
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) You, YEAH YOU, honey
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) I said You..... Yes it's true.... Yes you will to!!!!!
-Sh-Boom-
What's on the floor? What's on the floor now..? Oh crap, NO! OUCH! KABOOM!
Life would be a dream... If all these legos were just burning in hell...
I stepped on three before I leaned hard and fell
Who buys these things oh no...no.. not again... KABOOM!
-Witch Doctor-
I told the therapist I could not really sleep (Boom boom boom boom)
Because a child of mine sleep walks just like a creep (Boom boom boom boom)
She said "Just close your eyes and start by counting sheep" I'm thinking..
Yeah right, sure ok... are you licensed anyway, Uh huh, really? No, screw this I'm going home!
-Ain't no mountain high enough-
Listen baby.... There's no shelf too high or hidden drawer too low...
They keep finding my snacks baby...
Instead of my brownies, my sweet chocolate brownies, I've only got frownies cuz baby
there ain't no shelf that's high enough... ain't no cupboards deep enough.. ain't no cubby hidden enough, to keep them from getting my snacks baby!
-Hello, Hello-
There's writing on the wall... and baby that's not all..
There's paint all over all the floors..
Not sure of your kid plans... Girl it's on your hands!
Get your butt back here through this door..
Oh no! Oh no!!!!!
What the hell has happened here?!!?
Not a surprise these twitching eyes
Oh no.. Oh NO!!!!!
Oh my God it's on the couch.... I'm melting down.. here goes... Oh no..... HELL NO.
Oh yeah....... That was... something... :) Good night! -Super Mom
-My Girl-
I've got water.. soaked up in my sock...
I just walked into the bathroom... isn't that a crock...
I guess you'd say.. what could make me think this way...
MY GIRLS.... (my girls, my girls) talking bout.. My girls.... MY GIRLS!
I've got SOOOOO many toys all over the place...
And there's clothes and shoes.. what's that, on your face?!?
"OH my"... you'd say... Who could make me cringe this way?
MY GIRLS....(my girls, my girls) still talking bout.. my girls... MY GIRLS!
-Sugar Pie Honey Bunch-
Little girl, holy crap... How could you do this to me? (this to me..)
You just help yourself... and don't care about nobody else..
You ate up all my cake (ate up all my cake) And left no piece for me! (piece for me)
You're still helping yourself... I should've kept that cake anywhere else...
-Just my imagination-
It's sunny, I'm drinking sweet drinks and I'm all by myself...
There's waves and there's music, the beach baby, oh yeah, where else...
To fall asleep in the sand with a drink in my hand and no kids, what a dream...
But it was just my imagination... making fun of me...
yeah, my stupid imagination.... What a dream that would be....
-I got Chills-
I got spills! They're all over.... and I'm about to lose control...
I've got towels... but they don't use 'em.. It's real confusin....
They better get up... Up off that freaking couch!
Do I look like a French maid??
They better get up... I'm gonna lose my mind!
Why the hell don't I get paid????
"You don't get paid?" Hell no, NO I don't get paid!
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) You hoo hoo.. HONEY
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) You, YEAH YOU, honey
Whose cleaning it up (cleaning it up now) I said You..... Yes it's true.... Yes you will to!!!!!
-Sh-Boom-
What's on the floor? What's on the floor now..? Oh crap, NO! OUCH! KABOOM!
Life would be a dream... If all these legos were just burning in hell...
I stepped on three before I leaned hard and fell
Who buys these things oh no...no.. not again... KABOOM!
-Witch Doctor-
I told the therapist I could not really sleep (Boom boom boom boom)
Because a child of mine sleep walks just like a creep (Boom boom boom boom)
She said "Just close your eyes and start by counting sheep" I'm thinking..
Yeah right, sure ok... are you licensed anyway, Uh huh, really? No, screw this I'm going home!
-Ain't no mountain high enough-
Listen baby.... There's no shelf too high or hidden drawer too low...
They keep finding my snacks baby...
Instead of my brownies, my sweet chocolate brownies, I've only got frownies cuz baby
there ain't no shelf that's high enough... ain't no cupboards deep enough.. ain't no cubby hidden enough, to keep them from getting my snacks baby!
-Hello, Hello-
There's writing on the wall... and baby that's not all..
There's paint all over all the floors..
Not sure of your kid plans... Girl it's on your hands!
Get your butt back here through this door..
Oh no! Oh no!!!!!
What the hell has happened here?!!?
Not a surprise these twitching eyes
Oh no.. Oh NO!!!!!
Oh my God it's on the couch.... I'm melting down.. here goes... Oh no..... HELL NO.
Oh yeah....... That was... something... :) Good night! -Super Mom
Sunday, May 8, 2016
I just don't understand...
Good evening... I'm currently sitting on my living room floor of all places pondering what to watch before I go to bed. I just finished demolishing a fort that has taken up my entire dining room for the whole weekend, started a load of dishes and laundry and now... I'm just kinda.. here. Like I said before, I have so many stories to tell but tonight isn't going to be the opening of all that. As I sit here with my ass getting gradually numb, I'm stuck wondering about things that I really shouldn't care about. Maybe I should.. I'm not heartless after all, despite what you may have heard... I don't even want to get into specifics really because it gets to be BEYOND EXHAUSTING. My main thing here is that I don't understand how some friendships can be so complete and wonderful on one side and readily disposable on the other. It's a little ridiculous. I don't want to stereotype but I'm going to break down what the perfect friend would be to me. I'm a girl. Being a girl, I'm predisposed to ALL THINGS GIRL including it's ridiculous rules, politics, blah, blah, BLAH. It's crazy. Ok, when I was little I had all kinds of friends, especially girls. I was friendly and sassy, outgoing and very adaptable. I changed schools a couple times and thankfully never felt the horrific tension of finding new friends. It just happened. As I got older, mid teens-ish, I started hanging out with both guys and girls. Of course I had to start being rude or obnoxious to the That's crazy huh? Once you figure out who the people are, it's not that hard to go with the flow and have good times but FINDING those specific people... yikes.. that's the rough part. When I started working I met my first gay guy friend.. Brandon. It was then I had found a true best of both worlds friend. Obviously I didn't have to worry about him wanting to date me because I lacked what he liked. CHECK. We could talk about anything from vacations, clothes, cars, clubs, jewelry.... ANYTHING. CHECK! He didn't hang around my normal friends so I could say whatever I wanted and he'd join right in like he knew what I was talking about. I miss him so much. When I moved away we spoke less than usual and when he ended up relocating... we haven't spoken in a very long time... :( Sadly, I tried comparing my remaining friendships to that. They didn't really come close. There were too many holes in the others... And when you piss one off, they flock to the others and then there's a whole gang of bitches bad mouthing you. Being a girl is exhausting... After some more years of fading long distance friend-sinks, I realized that I didn't need a group... I just needed one and if I was really lucky, two. If I could've read my stories before, I would've been able to see that I am very much NOT lucky...
I met two girls (among others) while working at a horrible place (not a strip club, worse... RETAIL!) I had eventually become close with both of them. One was a few years younger than me but still shared many similarities while the other was closer to my age and had a lot in common as well. They are what made going to work fun. Then we started hanging out outside of work and years went by. I loved them both. I would've done anything for them. I did do things too as they did for me. We could go a while without speaking or hanging out and when we were able to get together, it would be like there was no gap. One of them has a fiancé I haven't really been that fond of. (If you read the story "Small minded judgments...." you know who I'm talking about......) He's just very... old fashioned? I could be here for a while describing him in my image but I'm not going to! Short side of it... I don't care for him just as he doesn't for me. That's fine! I'm friends with HER not him. Totally fine with that. Except...... She's been at school and work, she had a baby last year and has a wedding coming up and new friends... I get that you can have convenient people in your life. Those are people you see everyday at work or something and if they're tolerable, why wouldn't you be friends? If not anything else, it helps the time go by if you have someone to relate with or talk to. THAT'S HOW WE MET. I just never thought that I was so disposable..... It is May 8th and I have seen her twice this year... Once was the beginning of February when I took her daughters baby pictures... the second was in March when she took me out to my birthday dinner... I was told that I was wanted to be in her wedding instead of shooting it... after asking "are you SURE.." several times, I was comforted when she said yes... And even though her man isn't someone I would've picked out of a catalog for her, it is HER man. Nobody said I couldn't make fun of him here and there.. Especially since he has had PLENTY to say about my... attitude... tattoos... piercings... "way of life"? Yeah.. So if he can say all that, surely I can throw out a few zingers here and there with no fear of repercussions right? WRONG! At the birthday dinner, as usual, I had a few things to say about his choices. JOKES people. And to wrap it up, I am now no longer in the wedding. Things have been weird between us since her baby was born. She had insinuated that I would be able to take pictures when the baby was born in the room (only because I let her in my hospital room when my latest daughter was born) all the way up until WEEKS before she went in. I found out on FB that the baby had been born... no word before or anything..... Not even a "NO". God that pisses me off. Instead of treating me like an adult and giving me an answer straight out, she drags it on and on and then just... Stops. Things have been tense but I had apologized and did the whole girl friend thing to make it all better. Apparently not. Remember when I said girls hold onto shit... Yup. I learned a few years ago that if it's done, let it be done otherwise it will break you down and rip you apart. So anyway, she was still holding resentment towards me and my little jokes were the icing on the cake. She asked me if I would be ok with being just a guest at the wedding instead of being in it... Hmmm... No.. probably not... Then I would get to sit there, watch the photographer do what I could be doing or watch the bridesmaids and remember that I was asked to be up there too... Yeah no F***ing thanks "friend". Of course, the new work and school friends are all in it. I just don't get it... When I find a friend that's worth being a good friend of mine, I don't treat that like a joke. I put my heart into it. It's really messed up how one sided things can be even if at times they seem to be the same... I don't see us rekindling things any time soon.... It's confusing and exhausting like I said.. I can't always be the one to try to fix things if I'm the only one who wants them fixed. Period. But... I did say I had two, at one time anyway. I still have one. She is amazing. In all honesty, she's probably a better friend than even Brandon! We're there for each other.. That's a good feeling. She's even listened to me talk about all of this drama and she (thankfully) will STILL answer my calls! THAT'S a friend. My best friend. :) Very thankful for her and very hurt by the other. If you have that one true friend, you are lucky... Don't forget it! Because you never know when things could change.. forever... On a positive ending note- tomorrow is Monday!!!!! Oh wait... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! ;) -Super Mom
I met two girls (among others) while working at a horrible place (not a strip club, worse... RETAIL!) I had eventually become close with both of them. One was a few years younger than me but still shared many similarities while the other was closer to my age and had a lot in common as well. They are what made going to work fun. Then we started hanging out outside of work and years went by. I loved them both. I would've done anything for them. I did do things too as they did for me. We could go a while without speaking or hanging out and when we were able to get together, it would be like there was no gap. One of them has a fiancé I haven't really been that fond of. (If you read the story "Small minded judgments...." you know who I'm talking about......) He's just very... old fashioned? I could be here for a while describing him in my image but I'm not going to! Short side of it... I don't care for him just as he doesn't for me. That's fine! I'm friends with HER not him. Totally fine with that. Except...... She's been at school and work, she had a baby last year and has a wedding coming up and new friends... I get that you can have convenient people in your life. Those are people you see everyday at work or something and if they're tolerable, why wouldn't you be friends? If not anything else, it helps the time go by if you have someone to relate with or talk to. THAT'S HOW WE MET. I just never thought that I was so disposable..... It is May 8th and I have seen her twice this year... Once was the beginning of February when I took her daughters baby pictures... the second was in March when she took me out to my birthday dinner... I was told that I was wanted to be in her wedding instead of shooting it... after asking "are you SURE.." several times, I was comforted when she said yes... And even though her man isn't someone I would've picked out of a catalog for her, it is HER man. Nobody said I couldn't make fun of him here and there.. Especially since he has had PLENTY to say about my... attitude... tattoos... piercings... "way of life"? Yeah.. So if he can say all that, surely I can throw out a few zingers here and there with no fear of repercussions right? WRONG! At the birthday dinner, as usual, I had a few things to say about his choices. JOKES people. And to wrap it up, I am now no longer in the wedding. Things have been weird between us since her baby was born. She had insinuated that I would be able to take pictures when the baby was born in the room (only because I let her in my hospital room when my latest daughter was born) all the way up until WEEKS before she went in. I found out on FB that the baby had been born... no word before or anything..... Not even a "NO". God that pisses me off. Instead of treating me like an adult and giving me an answer straight out, she drags it on and on and then just... Stops. Things have been tense but I had apologized and did the whole girl friend thing to make it all better. Apparently not. Remember when I said girls hold onto shit... Yup. I learned a few years ago that if it's done, let it be done otherwise it will break you down and rip you apart. So anyway, she was still holding resentment towards me and my little jokes were the icing on the cake. She asked me if I would be ok with being just a guest at the wedding instead of being in it... Hmmm... No.. probably not... Then I would get to sit there, watch the photographer do what I could be doing or watch the bridesmaids and remember that I was asked to be up there too... Yeah no F***ing thanks "friend". Of course, the new work and school friends are all in it. I just don't get it... When I find a friend that's worth being a good friend of mine, I don't treat that like a joke. I put my heart into it. It's really messed up how one sided things can be even if at times they seem to be the same... I don't see us rekindling things any time soon.... It's confusing and exhausting like I said.. I can't always be the one to try to fix things if I'm the only one who wants them fixed. Period. But... I did say I had two, at one time anyway. I still have one. She is amazing. In all honesty, she's probably a better friend than even Brandon! We're there for each other.. That's a good feeling. She's even listened to me talk about all of this drama and she (thankfully) will STILL answer my calls! THAT'S a friend. My best friend. :) Very thankful for her and very hurt by the other. If you have that one true friend, you are lucky... Don't forget it! Because you never know when things could change.. forever... On a positive ending note- tomorrow is Monday!!!!! Oh wait... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! ;) -Super Mom
Thursday, May 5, 2016
I have to thank you.... and apologize.....
Hello out there to all of you who are still clicking on my stories, photos and drawings each day. Each click gets back to me and lets me know that there are people who actually WANT to hear and see and read what goes on inside my crazy ass world and HONEY........ I am backed up on craziness!!!! It's only May and these are just a few of the crazy things going on.... I have been bitten, had an over-planned to the max not so dream vacation, received wrong orders, used ROLLS of duct tape to attempt to fix a leak, I was asked in a pretty underhanded way if I would be ok with NO longer being in a wedding that I was assured I was wanted in, weird ass dreams (which aren't really NEW but still, they're coming!), a trip in the works with myself and 3 kids without my husband, the possible launch of selling my own home made board games and several other things........ Some nights I come in after a long freaking day and grab my laptop, open this window with every intention of starting one of THOSE stories and I end up getting pissed or exhausted and quietly close the computer before going to bed or slaying some zombies... (xbox style.. you might not get it... and if you DO get it you're welcome to join me! DeadlyAngel945) I have been a ghost on here it's true and I feel really bad about that especially when I DO have SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT!!!!!! At the moment though, with shoots on the weekend and school about to end, life is just kicking my ass a little bit more than usual. I did receive a notification though that is pretty interesting.......... OVER 4,000 VIEWS AROUND THE WORLD!!!!!!! I get that in cyber land that number is like a joke.... but even if it was only one person reading a story 4,000 times... I'd be impressed... I'm even more impressed because unless that one person changes countries every DAY, then it's actually a bunch of people. So to all of YOU... THANK YOU! You may or may not relate to what my crazy ass has to say, you may just get on here for a laugh... Whatever it is that gets you to THIS page... Thank you. Honestly. I'm lingering on the possibility of starting my own YouTube channel for quick day blurbs and shout out purposes... Not sure how that one's going to go yet... I'll let you know! I'm sorry for being so ghost like..... I'll get better!!!!! Happy(ish) Thursday all you wonderful souls!!!!!!!!!!!! -Super Mom
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Pictures ARE worth a thousand words...a thousand ANNOYING words....
Walking around my house and seeing things that ANNOY THE CRAP OUT OF ME, I figured I could write about them... again... or simply SHOW all of you the things I see.. and how they SHOULD be... This took a minute but it's totally worth it! Please feel free to comment with ones you see all the time..... :/
E N J O Y !
So there it is... just a TASTE of the everyday struggle for sanity!!!! Hope you can NOT relate even though I'm sure you've got AT LEAST one of these that pop up.... Have a great Tuesday guys! Stay sane(ish!) -Super Mom
Friday, March 11, 2016
Signs.. Karma.. or just straight up BAD LUCK!
Good morning all you lovely people! I am having a wonderful day so far. Sure it's only approaching 9am, I've been up since 5, taking a break from my shuttle to school for kid drop offs (because of my husbands new job, I started yesterday and have the rest of the year...) because there's no school today and have dishes and laundry waiting for me but STILL! So far... pretty... good. But this isn't about today and all of the fun wife/mom things I have to do.. This story is about WEDNESDAY... I have a hope that karma exists and is dealt both bad and good to those who deserve it at times. Signs that bad things or good things are going to happen... I don't know. Some days I have way more belief than others mainly because the BAD ones seem to punch me square in the face. Bad luck, however, is something I am VERY familiar with. Bad luck is like bad karma on steroids that tends to pop out at the worst of the worst times just to test you and your mental stability. Mine anyway... It's like when your mom makes this amazing chocolate cake and gives a piece to you and your sister and tells you it's the only one you get. While you both walk from the kitchen to the dining room, your sister trips and her cake goes soaring to the floor. You're thinking "better you than me!" and maybe even snicker a little bit. But then, you stumble yourself and before you know it, your cake is on the floor too. I can see that being a little bit of both karma and bad luck. So now that you've got that little scenario in your mind, I'm going to tell you straight away that my situation (sadly) has nothing to do with cake... Why don't I just start...
My husband works five minutes down the road 8am-5pm Monday to Friday. My kids start school at 8am... Monday to Friday. Conveniently for me, HE takes them to school every morning before work (an extra five minutes) which makes it so I don't have to load up the baby every morning just to take them in. It's a great feeling because she's usually up around 5 or 6 and by the time they leave to go to school, she's about ready for her first nap. I know that it's not a BIG deal because the school is only a few minutes away but as you know, (especially the mom's out there) we take our convenience where and when we can get it! I knew that it was going to change when my husband accepted a new job 45 minutes away. Not only was I going to be in charge of drop offs for the rest of the year, but I also had to trade vehicles with him to save on freaking gas for his drive! I drive a Jeep Grand Cherokee... It's my size, I'm used to it, there's room for the stroller and groceries and toys, my stereo's in there that hooks up to my phone... It's been MY car for a long time and suddenly I was faced with the switch. Wednesday was my last in my Jeep running errands since it was his last day of work at his old job. I went and grabbed a few groceries, had lunch with my friend April and was ready to go home and start the laundry. I was listening to a song on my phone when I realized... I'm not going to be able to do this in the truck. Oh yeah, my husbands car is a Ford F150 extended cab that I literally CLIMB up into since I'm a super tall 5'2" person. Bench seat damn near kissing the dash... the whole nine! I feel like the opposite of a clown car when I get out of it at places. Instead of a tiny little car with ten people, it's a beast of a car with a tiny person. Thinking of alterations I could make to the beast to make it feel somewhat "homey" to me, I made a U-turn and headed to Best Buy to get me a new stereo. I found one, got it, went to another store after realizing I need more than just the actual radio, got what I needed and headed home. I called a few places to see how much it would be for them to install it for me and the cheapest rate I found was $149! I've seen people do this shit in 15 minutes and you want me to pay MORE than what I paid for the radio so you can put it in? PASS! Look out YouTube, here I come! I got home and surprisingly, so did my husband. He helped me take in the baby and the groceries and I told him my impatient impulse surprise... He asked if I was going to take it somewhere and I said I was going to do it myself. Being a very impatient person like I am, I tend to do things myself just so I don't have to wait or rely on someone else. I can't stand wanting something done and being told I have to wait. It's a ridiculous condition but I'm thinking it's not going anywhere anytime soon so I accept it and say it. Frequently. While we watched a movie, I started splicing together the new stereo to the wiring harness that would be hooked to the car. Once I got all of those done, we headed outside. My husband disconnected the battery and helped me pry out the old unit. From there it was hook up, set in, replace and done. One of the bolts on the battery adapter was so corroded (pretty old..) that it snapped in half when he went to replace it. After hunting down a replacement, he tightened it up and it was the moment of truth... I started the engine and the cool blue lights of the new system popped on.. I connected the Bluetooth to my phone, tested out a song... I DID IT!!! AWESOME!!!! So glad I didn't have to pay more money!!! After we swapped out his stuff and mine, I turned the radio off and the truck off so we could go inside for dinner. By the time the kids and baby were all in bed, my husband set off to his game room to connect with his dorks from online while I sat on the couch still stoked from my small victory. (I don't care how dorky that sounds, small victories are just as valuable as convenience!) It was about 8:10 and I had nothing to do while I waited for the time to head to the movies with April. We were going to see "The Other Side of the Door" the night before but after she worked all day, she ended up getting a crazy severe headache that made her sick. I may be considered somewhat sadistic at times but I wasn't going to drag my friend out like that so we decided we would go the next night. The movie was going to start at 9:30, we were going to meet up at the theater at 9:20 and there it was only 8:15.... There was nothing on TV I was wanting to watch and though I was enjoying doing NOTHING, I was getting tired just sitting. Sure... I could've done the laundry that I didn't do when I got home... Nah.. I decided I would go to the store (Wal-Mart of all places..) to grab a few things before the movie started. The store was right up the street from the theater so it would be perfect to kill time and be there when she got there. I kissed my husband goodbye and went out to my new ride.. I started it up, buckled up, connected my phone, started the music and started the drive. I made it to the store and was brave enough to park the big beast in a spot close to the doors instead of way out in the open. I go inside and grab a few tubes of Pringles to replace the ones my kids devoured and then headed to electronics to grab a replacement battery for my new door lock and start pad. Since the battery died, my husband decided he would leave it on the key hook instead of replacing the battery... When you go from having the ability to unlock the car with a button versus a key... You realize quickly what you miss when it's gone. As I walked from the back of the store to the front, I was being followed by a man who was constantly licking his lips. That only made me want to get out of there that much faster. So I did. I get out to the car, check my phone and saw that I had just under ten minutes until I was supposed to meet her so it was perfect timing. Buckle up, put the key in, turn it and... Nothing. Breathe in... Try again... Nothing... Look at lights, switches, the door, the brakes... Try again.. NOTHING! Are you FREAKING kidding me right now! Try to call April... Ring.. ring... ring... voicemail. Grrrr.... Call again... same thing. "APRIL!" Call my husband who was not happy because he was thinking he would have to wake the kids to come save me. I told him April would hopefully help me out and that I would let him know. When I hung up with him I looked at the clock and saw 9:22. I knew she was already at the movies probably wondering where the hell I was. I took a breath and tried her number again. FINALLY! She picked up and asked where I was as she walked toward the ticket booth. After explaining that I was sitting with my dead beast of a truck in the freaking Wal-Mart parking lot down the street, she said she would be there soon and that we'd figure it out. She got there and we tried jumping the truck from hers.. nothing. We googled anti theft release tricks just on the off chance that was the problem.. nope. Eventually, after crying to the man on the phone at O'Reilly Auto Parts and two random strangers offering to jump my truck again, I KNEW I'd have to replace the damn battery. April called her fiancé who was close and he brought a battery charger to try before I spent the money. After a TINY turn over attempt (and a puff of smoke from her machine..) it was a no-go. He (David, the fiancé) complained that he was missing his game as he started packing the machine away. "Well this isn't the movie we're supposed to be watching right now is it..." Deep breath... I was so thankful to both of them, especially April, for helping me. She went into the store with me and we headed for the car crap on the opposite end of the store. It was not surprising that we'd need the biggest damn brick of a battery the place sold and after finding it and the tools I needed to remove the old one, we were on our way to the front. We both carried the battery between us (because who really NEEDS a cart for things like THAT...) and it felt like we each had the leg of a baby elephant. FINALLY, we make it to the front and $140 later... we have a battery. Thankfully, her fiancé is over 6 feet tall and strong enough to pluck the old one out and set the new one in without too much of a problem. While he was doing that, another stranger (a guy who looked mechanically inclined unlike the three of us) walked up and asked if we needed help. I told him that we pretty much had it if the battery was the problem and he was doing it right. "Feel free to jump in if you know what you're doing." Is all I could really say. I held my breath as the stranger assured me that he was doing everything right and the last bolt was being put in place. It was in and now was the time for truth... I took the keys, climbed up in the cab and put the keys in the ignition. With one last silent prayer of hope, I turned the key. IT STARTED!!!! I felt a wave of relief flood over me and I was even happier than I had been when I put the stereo in. I turned it off and like a crazy person (I'm sure he thought I was "off") I went up to the stranger and hugged him. I know he didn't DO anything but I hugged him and said "It was you! It was you!" And after I apologized I squeezed April and thanked her and then threw a short "Thanks Dave" with a wave (Yes, we're both obnoxious like that so it's ok). The stranger left with a smile, David went home to play his precious game and since we had officially missed our movie for the second night in a ROW, I asked April if she would like to join me for a late dinner since I missed by opportunity to pig out on buttered movie popcorn. She laughed and said she'd meet me at Denny's. We drove, parked, I hugged her again and kissed her cheek while thanking her for being an amazing friend and we inside. A skinny waiter is behind the counter by the time we get back from washing our hands. The first thing he said was "Are you waiting for a ride?" Hmm.. "No.. just want to eat.. if we can." We laughed, both confused, and after he explained his question of mixed-upness, he sat us at a booth. I was drained... My face still had traces of red splotches from when I lost it on the phone to the parts guy. (He sounded genuinely concerned for me, asked me where I was and if someone was there with me... So either concerned and wanting to help or abduct me... You know what, I'm going to remember him as concerned...) We ordered, talked, swore a few times (that made our waitress laugh), and she secretly coveted the check when it came. So after saving money on the radio by doing it myself, I ended up stranded and missed the movie for the SECOND TIME and had to pay almost what it would have been for the stereo labor in battery replacement..... I told her we're just not meant to see the damn movie, CLEARLY. Who knows.. MAYBE I'll give it one last attempt and hope that it was all just very precisely timed coincidences and NOT bad luck... But maybe not.. It was a long freaking day. Good news... My truck still starts! Happy Friday everyone! May your dreaded trips to Wal-Mart be quick with an easy escape always! -Super Mom
My husband works five minutes down the road 8am-5pm Monday to Friday. My kids start school at 8am... Monday to Friday. Conveniently for me, HE takes them to school every morning before work (an extra five minutes) which makes it so I don't have to load up the baby every morning just to take them in. It's a great feeling because she's usually up around 5 or 6 and by the time they leave to go to school, she's about ready for her first nap. I know that it's not a BIG deal because the school is only a few minutes away but as you know, (especially the mom's out there) we take our convenience where and when we can get it! I knew that it was going to change when my husband accepted a new job 45 minutes away. Not only was I going to be in charge of drop offs for the rest of the year, but I also had to trade vehicles with him to save on freaking gas for his drive! I drive a Jeep Grand Cherokee... It's my size, I'm used to it, there's room for the stroller and groceries and toys, my stereo's in there that hooks up to my phone... It's been MY car for a long time and suddenly I was faced with the switch. Wednesday was my last in my Jeep running errands since it was his last day of work at his old job. I went and grabbed a few groceries, had lunch with my friend April and was ready to go home and start the laundry. I was listening to a song on my phone when I realized... I'm not going to be able to do this in the truck. Oh yeah, my husbands car is a Ford F150 extended cab that I literally CLIMB up into since I'm a super tall 5'2" person. Bench seat damn near kissing the dash... the whole nine! I feel like the opposite of a clown car when I get out of it at places. Instead of a tiny little car with ten people, it's a beast of a car with a tiny person. Thinking of alterations I could make to the beast to make it feel somewhat "homey" to me, I made a U-turn and headed to Best Buy to get me a new stereo. I found one, got it, went to another store after realizing I need more than just the actual radio, got what I needed and headed home. I called a few places to see how much it would be for them to install it for me and the cheapest rate I found was $149! I've seen people do this shit in 15 minutes and you want me to pay MORE than what I paid for the radio so you can put it in? PASS! Look out YouTube, here I come! I got home and surprisingly, so did my husband. He helped me take in the baby and the groceries and I told him my impatient impulse surprise... He asked if I was going to take it somewhere and I said I was going to do it myself. Being a very impatient person like I am, I tend to do things myself just so I don't have to wait or rely on someone else. I can't stand wanting something done and being told I have to wait. It's a ridiculous condition but I'm thinking it's not going anywhere anytime soon so I accept it and say it. Frequently. While we watched a movie, I started splicing together the new stereo to the wiring harness that would be hooked to the car. Once I got all of those done, we headed outside. My husband disconnected the battery and helped me pry out the old unit. From there it was hook up, set in, replace and done. One of the bolts on the battery adapter was so corroded (pretty old..) that it snapped in half when he went to replace it. After hunting down a replacement, he tightened it up and it was the moment of truth... I started the engine and the cool blue lights of the new system popped on.. I connected the Bluetooth to my phone, tested out a song... I DID IT!!! AWESOME!!!! So glad I didn't have to pay more money!!! After we swapped out his stuff and mine, I turned the radio off and the truck off so we could go inside for dinner. By the time the kids and baby were all in bed, my husband set off to his game room to connect with his dorks from online while I sat on the couch still stoked from my small victory. (I don't care how dorky that sounds, small victories are just as valuable as convenience!) It was about 8:10 and I had nothing to do while I waited for the time to head to the movies with April. We were going to see "The Other Side of the Door" the night before but after she worked all day, she ended up getting a crazy severe headache that made her sick. I may be considered somewhat sadistic at times but I wasn't going to drag my friend out like that so we decided we would go the next night. The movie was going to start at 9:30, we were going to meet up at the theater at 9:20 and there it was only 8:15.... There was nothing on TV I was wanting to watch and though I was enjoying doing NOTHING, I was getting tired just sitting. Sure... I could've done the laundry that I didn't do when I got home... Nah.. I decided I would go to the store (Wal-Mart of all places..) to grab a few things before the movie started. The store was right up the street from the theater so it would be perfect to kill time and be there when she got there. I kissed my husband goodbye and went out to my new ride.. I started it up, buckled up, connected my phone, started the music and started the drive. I made it to the store and was brave enough to park the big beast in a spot close to the doors instead of way out in the open. I go inside and grab a few tubes of Pringles to replace the ones my kids devoured and then headed to electronics to grab a replacement battery for my new door lock and start pad. Since the battery died, my husband decided he would leave it on the key hook instead of replacing the battery... When you go from having the ability to unlock the car with a button versus a key... You realize quickly what you miss when it's gone. As I walked from the back of the store to the front, I was being followed by a man who was constantly licking his lips. That only made me want to get out of there that much faster. So I did. I get out to the car, check my phone and saw that I had just under ten minutes until I was supposed to meet her so it was perfect timing. Buckle up, put the key in, turn it and... Nothing. Breathe in... Try again... Nothing... Look at lights, switches, the door, the brakes... Try again.. NOTHING! Are you FREAKING kidding me right now! Try to call April... Ring.. ring... ring... voicemail. Grrrr.... Call again... same thing. "APRIL!" Call my husband who was not happy because he was thinking he would have to wake the kids to come save me. I told him April would hopefully help me out and that I would let him know. When I hung up with him I looked at the clock and saw 9:22. I knew she was already at the movies probably wondering where the hell I was. I took a breath and tried her number again. FINALLY! She picked up and asked where I was as she walked toward the ticket booth. After explaining that I was sitting with my dead beast of a truck in the freaking Wal-Mart parking lot down the street, she said she would be there soon and that we'd figure it out. She got there and we tried jumping the truck from hers.. nothing. We googled anti theft release tricks just on the off chance that was the problem.. nope. Eventually, after crying to the man on the phone at O'Reilly Auto Parts and two random strangers offering to jump my truck again, I KNEW I'd have to replace the damn battery. April called her fiancé who was close and he brought a battery charger to try before I spent the money. After a TINY turn over attempt (and a puff of smoke from her machine..) it was a no-go. He (David, the fiancé) complained that he was missing his game as he started packing the machine away. "Well this isn't the movie we're supposed to be watching right now is it..." Deep breath... I was so thankful to both of them, especially April, for helping me. She went into the store with me and we headed for the car crap on the opposite end of the store. It was not surprising that we'd need the biggest damn brick of a battery the place sold and after finding it and the tools I needed to remove the old one, we were on our way to the front. We both carried the battery between us (because who really NEEDS a cart for things like THAT...) and it felt like we each had the leg of a baby elephant. FINALLY, we make it to the front and $140 later... we have a battery. Thankfully, her fiancé is over 6 feet tall and strong enough to pluck the old one out and set the new one in without too much of a problem. While he was doing that, another stranger (a guy who looked mechanically inclined unlike the three of us) walked up and asked if we needed help. I told him that we pretty much had it if the battery was the problem and he was doing it right. "Feel free to jump in if you know what you're doing." Is all I could really say. I held my breath as the stranger assured me that he was doing everything right and the last bolt was being put in place. It was in and now was the time for truth... I took the keys, climbed up in the cab and put the keys in the ignition. With one last silent prayer of hope, I turned the key. IT STARTED!!!! I felt a wave of relief flood over me and I was even happier than I had been when I put the stereo in. I turned it off and like a crazy person (I'm sure he thought I was "off") I went up to the stranger and hugged him. I know he didn't DO anything but I hugged him and said "It was you! It was you!" And after I apologized I squeezed April and thanked her and then threw a short "Thanks Dave" with a wave (Yes, we're both obnoxious like that so it's ok). The stranger left with a smile, David went home to play his precious game and since we had officially missed our movie for the second night in a ROW, I asked April if she would like to join me for a late dinner since I missed by opportunity to pig out on buttered movie popcorn. She laughed and said she'd meet me at Denny's. We drove, parked, I hugged her again and kissed her cheek while thanking her for being an amazing friend and we inside. A skinny waiter is behind the counter by the time we get back from washing our hands. The first thing he said was "Are you waiting for a ride?" Hmm.. "No.. just want to eat.. if we can." We laughed, both confused, and after he explained his question of mixed-upness, he sat us at a booth. I was drained... My face still had traces of red splotches from when I lost it on the phone to the parts guy. (He sounded genuinely concerned for me, asked me where I was and if someone was there with me... So either concerned and wanting to help or abduct me... You know what, I'm going to remember him as concerned...) We ordered, talked, swore a few times (that made our waitress laugh), and she secretly coveted the check when it came. So after saving money on the radio by doing it myself, I ended up stranded and missed the movie for the SECOND TIME and had to pay almost what it would have been for the stereo labor in battery replacement..... I told her we're just not meant to see the damn movie, CLEARLY. Who knows.. MAYBE I'll give it one last attempt and hope that it was all just very precisely timed coincidences and NOT bad luck... But maybe not.. It was a long freaking day. Good news... My truck still starts! Happy Friday everyone! May your dreaded trips to Wal-Mart be quick with an easy escape always! -Super Mom