Hump Day

Happy Hump Day Folks!
It is the middle of the week. This means a few things to me. All good things.
It means the weekend is looking down the barrel at me. And I like that.
It means that I have a great deal of Maria time. (Get your mind outta the gutter) Let me explain...
No kids from 8:15-2:00
Then kids for 30 mins
Then no kids.
It's like a mini weekend for me. I can go to a movie, I can shop, I can nap. Whateves!!!!!
I love it.
I so say to you

I SALUTE YOU HUMP DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peace Out

Debbie Downer

Yep, I will have to own this title.
I am not usually a show my ass kind of blogger. I don't want to use this form to air my dirty laundry.
Two things hit me hard in the last few weeks and I vomited it all across the universe with my blog.
Dude, I will get a grip!
So please keep reading. Not all my blogs are such a downer. I am fine, my fam is fine.
Disney was waaaaaaay too much. I am NOT a Pollyanna type gal. Maybe all the happy happy joy joy got to me. I prefer my dark jaded side.
And yes, my mamma did tell me I was special. I was just really digging on some special-ness. I hope to get it back. We all like attention don't we? Gawd, what a dirty hooker I am.
Spring freak is over, schedule back on....Let's do this thang.

Peace Out

My Mom Thinks I'm Special

Every one wants to feel special. We all want that good feeling. Sometimes its little things. Sometimes its big things.
We love that warm fuzzy feeling. Then when its taken away, when we find out we are just a part of herd, it hurts. Like a pinch under your arm.
A really fuckin hard pinch.
A blow to the ego. I will be completely frank and honest here..I was feelin special. Just so very loverly. And then I realized....umph....I'm neither more or less than the next person. I just am. I hate that rug pulled out from under me feeling.
So I'm feelin a little tender dearest reader. A little bruised. Falling back to earth with a resounding thud.
I want to sit in the corner and lick my wounds. I want my specialness back.

Peace Out

Baby Davey is 40

A very very very dear friend of mine is turning 40 this weekend. Dave is one of the kindest humans I know. He is real. He is genuine. He is funny. He is a husband and father. He is a son, and a brother. He is a friend that anyone on this planet would be so lucky to have. And I am one lucky girl cuz he is my friend!
Happy Birthday Baby Dave!
I lurve you 25/8/366!!
Peace Out

Do Dreams Really Do Come True?

I have been in Dizzzznyland this week for spring break. Me and my whole famn damily. What I thought would be magical has been a little slice of hell. Due to some family dynamics and such....it has not all been fun and games.
It all hit me tonight while seeing a Mickey Mouse show, where good over comes evil, it dawned on me that that is not really true. Good does not always prevail. Sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes evil wins. Sometimes hard times takes the cake.
I have had a really shitty day. I am old enough to know that bad days pass. But seeing that Mickey Mouse show tonight hit me like a ton of bricks.
Sometimes dreams don't come true. That really pisses me off. I want to go home...

Peace Out