Silly, silly feelings..

When you're alone with thoughts of different things and you just happened to have a computer nearby... Things tend to happen.. Sometimes they're wonderful things.. and sometimes.. They're like THIS.. Oh feelings.. Silly, silly feelings... 

I'm not a freaking backup, I'm not some little baby doll...

Not someone you want to mess around with. no, not AT ALL...

I can help you fix your problems unless they always stay the same...

If you don't ever change it, then honey you're the one to blame...

I bet this comes off harsh, not harsh it's truth,  this ain't a game...

Remember when I tell you this, this girl won't fall for shit, remember here's the name.

K like in Kinda kicks a lot of ass, if you get in my face yours will be pushed down in the grass

A like an angel that crawled straight up right outta hell, who probably knows more than you would ever tell

R like a raging ranting hurricane.. Not giving any fucks cuz she knows they're all insane

A like amazing, truly an amazing find, amazing as a psycho bitch who can also be quite kind

K-A-R-A

Say the letters every single fucking day

K-A-R-A

Not everyone can be made this way

K-A-R-A

I don't really care what you will say

K-A-R-A

That's the end now GO AWAY!

GOOD NIGHT.

-Super Mom

Why, oh why can't there be a...

Why can there not be a cheat code in life to help us get what we want? There isn't a game you can play that you can't rig in your favor at least 75% of the time... Remember playing the Sims? You hit Ctrl+Shift+C... type in MOTHERLODE then BAM! $50,000... just like that! Or Willy Wonka with his reach into the TV and pull out a candy bar... How cool would it be to see a commercial on TV for SOME kind of food and all you have to do is say "Why yes, I will take that over cooking!". Then just reach right in there and GRAB IT. Done. That my friends, would be pretty fucking amazing. Do you know what I want? I want to write. I want to take this collection and many more obscure, funny, not so funny, horrific, sad, HELL YEAH! stories and mash them together into a book with the doodles in there as well.. For the first time, I am starting to take steps to make that happen... I'm sure it will take many, MANY steps after plenty of fall downs..But you have to start somewhere... A few days ago, I decided I was going to start BIG. Why not shoot for the moon? I sent in a "query" to a literary agency in New York.. This is an attempt to possibly one day acquire an agent of my own. Because not every ass-wad can stroll into any big name known publishing house, the agent is the middle man who makes that possible connection.. possible. To start, I had to send in a paragraph describing myself and what I like to write about... That's it. No examples of workings.. no websites... Just describing myself. I had to write that and pick ONE agent out of a handful of agents to send it to. Should that agent see it and become intrigued with ME, he will then reach out to me to actually see some of my writings or manuscripts.. Should he then like THOSE as well... A contract is signed between myself and MY agent. He then would proceed to disperse my manuscript to the publishing houses and when one of them (or more) decides they want it, I make the choice and BAM! Author... Rewinding to what will probably be the way it actually goes... The agent will sift through my submission along with thousands of others and find he's not at all intrigued with the ME part.. in which case, 30 days will drift by without any words at all before I can start over again. I've been told to go the self publishing route and even e-book it on Amazon.. "People around the world could buy it!" Though that may be true.. Amazon has what.. 7 BILLION e-books on there... It would be nice to be able to be out there enough to where people aside my mom and best friend would support me and buy it. It sounds weird and it will be more than a frustrating process... I also haven't breathed a word of this to my husband. I'd rather hit him with some CRAZY fantastic news some day instead of lingering "what ifs..." So if you know me and you see him.. ZIP IT! ;) If only MOTHERLODE worked in real life... If only... It's not easy to follow your dreams when they're being hauled off on a bullet train... It's not impossible either though... I'll keep you posted... Smile guys... It's only Monday...

-Super Mom

Yesterday was my birthday guys!!!

Some times... Some times I wish that I could take my problems and actually pack them into a pickle jar. That includes people. Yeah... I could shrink whatever it was in my life that was irritating me, close it up in a jar and set it up on a shelf until I felt like it was time to release it back into the world. It could even have a tiny little air hole. I mean I'm not a COMPLETE monster... Where is this coming from? What pissed me off enough to start this post with the wish of being able to put people and things into jars? Let me start by telling you that yesterday was my birthday...
To be honest, I'm glad the week is over. The highlight? Getting my tattoo with my best friend by my side while talking shit and laughing. It was a gift to myself. Something I had wanted for a while that really meant something to me. (Take your two seconds to scoff or judge if you must, I don't give a fuck. It's MY body so... yeah....Are you good? Okay!) That was great. We even got to witness an idiot kid (maybe 17..?) freak out over getting his first tattoo done at the same time. Though he didn't cry or pass out like we were hoping for.. It was still fun to watch and listen to. Later in the day, I was taken to dinner, given a few gifts and even was surprised with a bad ass killer cake (in the photo...) along with a drink or two. It was all fun and good. The only off part was right before I entered my house. My friend who lives across the street let me know that the frat boy wannabe of the neighborhood had some things to say and even though we haven't spoken to him in months (MONTHS) it involved ME. What drives me crazy about where I live... It reminds me of Wisteria Lane mixed with High School.. with a dash of.. Jerry Springer? maybe that's not accurate all the time but still. Basically, everyone has eyes on people and assume to know things that frankly... they don't. At first, this place seemed quiet and quaint... Everyone helps everyone and they're all so friendly. Then I actually started to size people up myself. You know, like they were (and are..) doing to me. It's not crazy that I don't want to be the super host to neighborhood gatherings. Why would I? To me, a good percentage of the people will smile in your face and start talking shit before they leave your driveway. Why in the HELL would I want to waste my time entertaining people like that? Oh yeah... I wouldn't... There are a few decents thankfully but still.. Look, I didn't put up with that trash while I was IN high school... and I sure as fuck am not going to deal with it now. I'm fine with being the outcast. If it means I don't have to sift through peoples bullshit, so be it. It sucks that it came out when it did after such a fun day and that it has turned me off from even the thought of neighborly junk for a while. I can only imagine the other THINGS that come up when I drive by or check my mail. Hopefully I can just keep my reputation of being an obnoxious bitch to keep me from listening to any more of the trivial crap some people have to spout. This chick has no interest in trying to win everyone's vote for prom queen. Sorry. NOT SORRY! The positive notes though because of course there are some.. I spent my birthday eating cake, hitting a few stores with my girls and taking them to check out some boat docks and fishing spots for some future casting. Add that with my Facebook and Twitter pile up of Happy Birthdays! and Love you's! and it ended up being an okay day. My husband had to work that night but we were able to celebrate early thankfully. (And remember the ring... Good birthday that just happened to be noticed for more than just the one day..) Another cool note was the fact that my gamer guys (3 guys I've played video games with for like... 7ish years now..) also wished me Happy Birthday and played games as long as I wanted. It was fun and I laughed my ass off which was an amazing way to close it out. Aside from today being April fools day, it was also Easter. No.. I didn't attend any services or public egg hunts... My kids had their own here and got to partake in the finding of goody boxes. (I don't really like the whole basket thing... they're usually ugly or get broken quickly... I'd rather buy something they will use in their rooms and cram it full of goodies. You know what? They loved it. #MomHacks) We painted flower pots and planted flowers as well as running outside, playing with bubbles, more painting, games, etc. It's been a great and beautiful day. Today was the first day in a few that I've been blissful the entire day. :) I hope all of you had a great day as well. Happy Easter... and better yet... HAPPY WALKING DEAD DAY!!! (Oh yeah baby, it's on tonight... 9pm. WATCH IT!) I guess that is all for now. Have a good evening!

-SuperMom