A lovely blog prompt

1. What is your occupation right now? Domestic Engineer-- house mom
2. What color are your socks right now? I can't breath with socks on
3. What are you listening to right now? My son sing Crocodile Rock
4. What was the last thing that you ate? Carrots
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes, if my left knee wasn't blown out in an unfortunate skating incident
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Allison, last night...
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? She's awesome with a capital AW
8. How old are you today? 28 in human years
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? uh today it's soccer
10. What is your favorite drink? Sailor Jerry and Pepsi
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yep
12. Favorite food? avocados
13. What is the last movie you watched? Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Show
14. Favorite day of the year? October 14
15. How do you vent anger? Bombard Allison with f words and various other colorful language at 7:07
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Toys, what are these toys you speak of? I was born a grown up I'll have you know.
17. What is your favorite season? Camping Season
18. Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries
19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? yep
20. Who is the most likely to respond? Hello, nobody reads this blog, lol
21. Who is least likely to respond? The rest of the free world
22. Living arrangements? The vortex of weird weather Washington
23. When was the last time you cried? A few minutes ago
24. What is on the floor of your closet? clothes for donation and a hamper
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? Allison, but she sent it to me
26. What did you do last night? Talked to Allison and read some of Catch 22
27. What are you most afraid of? My son growing up in this fucked up place
28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburger? plain hamburgers with spicy cheese
29. Favorite dog breed? English Bull Dog
30. Favorite Day of the week? Wednesday
31. How many states have you lived in? 2
32. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
33. What is your favorite flower? Some kind of orange thing, I think it is a lily of some sort and spider mums

Even nice dentists hurt

Just got back from having a bothersome tooth pulled. And although my dentist called me hun and kept assuring me that I was doing good, I was still terrified. Because as is the law of Murphy, my teeth were perfect...that is until I know longer had a cushy job and top of the line insurance. So here I sit, terrified. I have had exactly four teeth pulled in my adult life. And I use the term lightly because they were my wisdom teeth, and I was still in college far from adult, and my mommy and brother took me. He said he'd pump my face full of all the Novocaine I wanted, then was shocked when even though the pain wasn't completely gone, I didn't need anymore. I explained about the previous dentist and her aversion to my state health care. You know some people don't care whether you paid your taxes for your whole life, the second you are on aid you are as good as a degenerate crack head who's working the system. He looked genuinely horrified. At any rate, what was left of my poor tooth was not easy to get out and it involved some twisting and pushing and pulling. He apologized throughout the whole endeavor and I left feeling a little better about humanity, even if my face was already beginning to throb and I won't be able to smile again until I have dental insurance. End the end I think it went as well as it could have.

And now for the coming attraction

Just wanted to let everyone know that I am starting a new blog. The title is "What's up f*ckers?" And it's all about things that just plain irk me in some way or another. I figure this way I can keep all things sunshine and daisies and the miscellaneous stuff here, and the mental debris there. I'm told my ranting and raving can be comical at times, you be the judge.

Same bat time, same bat channel

There is something to be said for the invention of the telephone. Without it, moms everywhere would suffer psychotic breaks a lot more often. It's a little after ten o'clock and I just hung up the phone with one of my far away BFFs. We talk nearly every day. Sometimes it takes 15 separate phone calls, (like I said we are moms), to finish a conversation, but it works for us. We talk about God, we talk about kids, we talk about random, we talk about food, we talk about it all. We have perfected the art of the subject segue and of having two conversations at once. We honed the ability to hang up, and then an hour later continue the conversation precicesly where it left off. We actually got good at this in high school. You know, back in the dark ages before three-way-calling. She had friends from another city, and they would call often, and I would wait. I completed many a jigsaw puzzle this way.
Much like my conversations I'm already off subject. What I was getting at is this. If it weren't for knowing at 7:00 p.m. free minutes start and we can hash out our very random days and then try to forget them by talking about lifes many other funnies. Plus, she says fuck as much as I do. Sometimes it's more drama from the world around us, than not. But we always laugh at least a couple few times. And laughter, after all, is the best medicine.

Phoenix's weekend

We went to our friends house this weekend for a sleepover. On Monday Phoenix was introduced to sidewalk chalk. Well, actually he got sidewalk chalk for his birthday from his Godmother, but alas, we have no sidewalk. He promptly laid right down precisely where he had just colored. If you know anything about me, you are laughing at the discomfort that you know I was in. Anyway Jen sent me two pictures of him in his nice chalky, brand new sweatshirt. Damn it.

Heartbroken

Twelve years yesterday. The wound is still fresh. I am wrecked, my faith is wavering, and the straw is getting heavy. My father needs surgery, by brother is dying, two days ago one of my aunts died, and then came yesterday. Maybe it's the broken tooth's abscess draining into my bloodstream, maybe it's the fresh memory of family and friends. But my heart aches with a sadness that I cannot even find an analogy for. I prayed to my God last night, I begged him to help me find my way, to find peace, to find whatever it is that I need to find. I begged him to let me see. ..if he is giving me signs, I am blind. I am so emotionally overcharged, that I'm afraid my sadness will start jumping into other people. I apologize if this post is neither the happiest, nor the most coherent.

No pictures please

Okay so I have learned there is at least one big difference in the way birthday parties are celebrated in Washington and California. Or at least between my family and Mike's. At my parents house there were so many cameras and video cameras, it was reminiscent of entering our junior prom. There is documentation of all his presents, all his guests, and of course every single mishap that could have happened. Here, I made a perfect cake, and there is no evidence. No pictures of presents, or Cassady and Phoenix playing. Albeit it was a much smaller shindig, I still would have liked a pic or two. By the way, the Thank You cards are coming soon I promise!