The Real Life Drama Queen

Twitter What?

2010-09-07T23:13:00.000-07:00

I will admit that though I tend to spend too much time on the computer, I really am not as savoy as I used to be on it. There once was a time that I could build cheesy web pages and make animated graphics. Pretty sure I can still do the animated graphics, if I get an old program. But now, hell. I have been trying for two months to figure out hot to put a FaceBook button on my side bar. I am after all and loyal and true FaceBook junkie.

I avoided Twitter like the plague. Why? Well, do I really need another addiction? Apparently so. Since I couldn't figure out how to do the FaceBook thing. I broke down and joined Twitter. Not sure if I should shake my head at myself or jump for joy that I at least figured one thing out. Of course, it was easy when you have the easy adapt button on here. Maybe I shouldn't be so pleased? LOL

Busy Month

2010-08-29T19:32:00.000-07:00

I must say that when I disappear from writing, I do not do it intentionally. Sometimes I just become so busy that I forget to log in, take a breath and relieve my stress level. For some reason writing this blog, as well as my other one, sooths my inner Drama Queen. It allows me to for one to take a deeper look at my day and two, to realize, that though it was hectic, it wasn't the end of the world.

I must give you a rundown of some of the latest entertainment events that have happened recently. After all, I have laughed at myself, I believe in sharing the laughter. So what I neglected to write about for the last month, is now compiled into a tidy little list below. I do hope you get at least one chuckle at my expense.

1. I moved from one apartment on the second floor to another on the third floor. From one roommate to another. Only to have the second roommate move in with a man a week later and tell me she is buying out of her lease before we sign the new one. So I have to move again in 30 days. Mad would be an understatement.

2. I had to borrow money from my Dad. Not something I wish to do. I am in my thirties and the fact that I had to borrow money from a parent feels like an arrow in my butt. Thankfully, he doesn't see it that way.

3. My car broke down again. Yeah, I own a P.O.S., but man I love that car. Took me three days to find someone with tools and a jack that was willing to help me work on the car.

4. Get to my broken down vehicle, only to have it start. I tell you, there is nothing like starting a car you swore to everyone was broke. Especially when the one to come and help is your ex-husband. I will never live that one down.

5. Found a dependable babysitter. WOO HOO!!!!

6. Found an UNdependable man! BOOOO!!!

7. Jumped into a nice inviting pool. Forgetting that I had my cell phone on me. Ruined my pretty phone. It vibrates continually when you turn it on. Rather like having a tiny rectangle B.O.B. around. ;o) Just a joke, honest.

8. Sent the children back to school!! Mom has a wee bit of free time now. Hello sleep, I have missed you so much.

9. Has gotten all the way to the third floor before remembering that I left something in the car, 8 times now. I think. I do believe God is trying to tell me something. And it isn't about my memory.

10. Had my sister verbally chastise me for not calling her, yet she didn't have my phone number which has been the same for three years. Oh, she did it on my Facebook wall too. All my friends were thrilled I am sure.

I am sure more has happened. But right off the top of my head, I am at a lose for more incidents. Have a great week everyone.

And That Is Just The Morning Folks!

2010-07-20T13:24:00.000-07:00

Before you read any further, I must post a warning. You will laugh to be sure, it will also be at my expense, but the subject might not be completely to your liking. You may now proceed to read, if you are so bold. :o)

Every woman has an unfriendly visitor that they get every month. I am not the most regular of women though, so I tend to not keep track. Either way, I had the misfortune to wake up with afore mentioned visitor arriving. Since I am the Drama Queen after all, you are already suspecting that I was not prepared. Where would the adventure be in that? Anyway, I cannot leave my house. Since I am not normal, neither are my visits. I called my poor unsuspecting teenager (male btw) into my room for a conversation, I am sure he regrets. I told him that he was going to have to walk to the gas station and get me some necessities. That went over like syrup on hot pancakes. NOT! He said, "Can I at least drive the car?"

"No way! Are you serious?" I ask.

"Yes. I don't want to walk." he calmly states.

This boy has not had a driving lesson at all. NEVER! His argument was that he has drove plenty of cars on X-Box and that I told him what the pedals do. Are you kidding me?!?!?! That is what is going through my brain. I try to maintain my temper and not yell at him for something that sounds so asinine that I want to scream.

"No, you don't have a learner's permit or any lessons and it won't kill you to walk. Now just go. I CANNOT go to work without them. Please!" I practically beg.

He finally leaves the house and I proceed to eat a bowl of cereal, then take a shower. After showering, I realize he is still not back. He should have been back already, naturally he isn't. I begin to stress. Of course that is when he arrives. He walks into my bedroom and hands me a dollar bill and some change. I must let you all know I gave him a ten.

"Where are they?" I ask. Since he only handed me money and nothing else.

"They didn't have them."

Shock registers on my face, "Then what did you spend my money on?" I inquire while trying not to get up to physically choke him.

"Donuts."

Yep, that's my son.

Psychic Readings and Sex Toys

2010-07-18T17:55:00.000-07:00

In order to have a little fun, I decided to host one of those fun little sex toy parties. Bunch of girls talking about sex and possibly learning and buying something new. What could possibly go wrong? Hell as a bonus I asked for a $5 pitch in and hired a psychic to do some readings for us as well. Started out with 2o confirmed guests and ended up with a grand total of 6, if you included the psychic, who arrived on time and the toy part of the party wasn't done yet. I will give her credit, she jumped right on in and had fun with our small group.

Thought the small turn out the evening ended up being quite interesting. The toy party was fun and many found humor in talking about the toys. The really interesting part was the psychic. She was good. I mean really good. I know many of you that don't believe in the "gift" so to speak. I would be lying if I said I wasn't skeptical myself. Matter of fact, still am. She was accurate on things from a dream my friend had never told to anyone before, to a relationship break up. Me on the other hand, I went last. Since it was my party I wanted to give my guests the fun and opportunity to enjoy themselves. I ended up hearing a bunch of stuff that I didn't wish to hear. Such is life though. I hear things I don't want to hear every day.

I really just hope that the stuff I hope to be true is, and the stuff that I don't believe to be true is false. Otherwise, I will have even more drama then I have now.

Chaos Factor

2010-07-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

One could probably say that I am the Real Life Drama Queen by my choice, though I have said many a time that I am she not by choice. But after this week I must withdraw my objections. How else am I to learn from my mistakes, if I don't stand up and face them head on.

I have been trying and trying to get a business up off the ground. Don't listen to anyone that says there are government grants for start up business'. They are full of crap. There are government grants for business' that are already established. That is true. Thousands of them at that. But for someone like me, that has a great idea and knows it could make money. I am pretty much stuck. I have horrible credit as well, due to stupidity and a divorce. It happens. So between getting my business off the ground, I work, I write, I am a mom, I try to have fun, I barely sleep and I dig myself in to holes. Normal for me. But then, just when I think I am on a smooth and rockless path I find a pebble, but it turns into a boulder.

I am throwing a party. I am trying to get my portfolio together so I have something to show to potential clients. I have wrapped up every bit of spare money into this venture. Therefore my car breaking down again, was not wanted nor affordable. I fixed it, but I can hear other things about to go out on it. My poor baby. Funny thing is, I had to move some stuff. So I borrowed a friends truck. I ended up running out of time, so we decided to just keep our vehicles switched for a few days. She forgot my windows are broke and you can't roll them down unless you do it a certain way. Then the car started stalling at stop lights and when she would turn corners. Naturally she didn't tell me any of this until we switched back vehicles three days later. I return her truck in perfect condition. I get my car back with windows down in positions I can't get them out of and to it stalling all the time.

Now I am in no way blaming my friend for the stalling. The windows on the other hand, didn't really bother me too much. I know how to fix them. I just ran out of time and didn't have help to do so. Naturally it started to rain on my way to work. So I ran in to my job and grabbed some trash bags. Hoping to at the very least curb the rain from coming into the car. Which it did. I did get the joy of being so completely soaked that I could ring water out of my shirt and pants. Lovely.

By the way. I worked like that. Wet clothes, wet socks, wet shoes and raccoon eyes from my mascara running.

Honestly not sure where I was going with this story. LOL

A Life Less Ordinary

2010-07-06T20:33:00.000-07:00

is not what my life could ever be described as, ever. I know that I would like to have a less eventfully life, then I realize exactly how dull it would actually be. But still, maybe a week without drama? Is that a request I could put in?

I have had a busy week, with work and the fact that I am trying to get a magazine up and running. Oh, did I mention that I am wanting to get another business off of the ground as well? Maybe I am an over achiever. Or maybe I just like to make my life crazy and yet still feel like I have accomplished nothing. I am approaching 40 and I just reached a point to where I just don't feel like I have done ANYTHING with my life. Therefore, I have been trying like mad to change my life around.

Only problem is, that as you get older, you can't stay awake all night long and bounce back to do it all over again in the morning. I am sure I could get some help from Red Bull or some other energy drink, if I could even contemplate putting them in my mouth. Not happening. I think they taste disgusting. So I get to run, or rather drag my ass around for about two weeks at a time, before I burn myself out and crash for 13 hours of sleep. Pretty sure my body is pissed off at me. Do I care? Possibly. Do I care enough to slow down? Nope. Do I feel like I am accomplishing anything? I wish. Rather feel like I am running in circles sometimes.

Only plus side is, I know that if I can make it work. I will have left a mark on the world. A mark my children can be proud of. A mark that maybe, just maybe, one day will be used as inspiration for others. Even if they never know my name.

Karma's A Bitch!!

2010-06-23T22:41:00.000-07:00

Seriously! I know I am the Drama Queen, but really, I didn't ask to be her. It was thrust upon me like an unwanted wish. Therefore, I am she, not by choice.

Karma really is a bitch. I just don't understand it. I try to do right by the world and practice pay it forward. You know, the classic, what goes around comes around? Don't get me wrong, I can be a bitch. Hell, pride myself on being one at times, but when it comes to treating people with respect. I do my best to be a nice person, unless I am crossed.

So today started out with me heading to work. On my day off, no less. I picked up the morning shift for a young lady I happen to think is a sweetheart. She has finals this week and I was more then willing to work for her. I go to work and they don't even have me on the floor. No biggie. I will just change clothes and walk around the mall for a bit. I have a nice shopping stroll with another of the girls I work with. Sounds like a nice relaxing day right?

After the shopping I head over to a house, of yet another girl I work with, her car is broke down. Our plan was to go tanning, get the parts for her car, go to the bank and then relax by the pool and wait for the guys to come and fix her car. Soooo not what happened. I get to her house and her air conditioner is broken. Hey, it's only over 90 degrees outside. Who needs air? I'll tell you who needs air. Fat women need air! I was literally melting. I get there and she needs to wait for one of the guys to come and look at the car. Since her phone is also broke, she can't look up the number to call him or anything. So here we are roasting, I swear her apartment was a rotisserie. He shows up and tells her exactly what is wrong. He leaves and we head out to buy the parts. She wishes to stop by the Leasing Office to give them hell. I don't blame her, hell I went in to help her. We go back outside and my car won't start. It broke down.

Long story short. Never made it tanning. Made it to the parts store three times though. Never made it to the pool either. Her air is fixed. Her car isn't. My car is fixed. Her phone is still broke. We are trying it all again tomorrow. I hope Karma is more cooperating.

Space Age Sun Tanning

2010-06-22T18:54:00.000-07:00

For many, many, many and I do mean many years, I was unable to tan. This year on a lark I decided to invest the money and try again. I was tired of being so white that I glowed in the dark under a black light. Not joking. My legs were almost clear. I threw caution, money and skin cancer to the wind and started going to a tanning bed place.

I gave myself one month. If I had no results in one month, never ever would I try again. One month later, I amazingly had a very light base tan. So I gave it one more month. Woo Hoo! My body was darker. Now I know that some out there can tell me exactly how unhealthy it is to tan. I have done the research. Save your breath. I don't care. About myself that is. Life to me is too short. I am trying to do everything in my life that I have always wanted to do. There is something surreal about approaching 40. You suddenly realize that life ends quickly and you missed out on half of it already. Because it flew on by while you were sitting there watching television or on a computer. But I digress.

I received a coupon for a new tanning place. Five free tans you say? I will be right there, because tanning is expensive and I will take free stuff. The bed in this place were like space ships. Seriously. They contour to your body now. I'd like to see a special bed made to contour my fat ass. Maybe then it would be tan all over, not just where it thinks it should be tan.

Not only is it like walking into a space age tanning site, they finger print you now. Just one step closer to the microchip in your skull. Keeping tabs on us. Believe it? If not, maybe you should. The young lady there was very helpful. Funny as well. She was impressed with my fingerprint skills. She told me to move my finger up and down on the pad four times. So I lifted it up, four times. She then proceeded to tell me how others will just slide it up and down. Versus lifting it up so the light can actually get your fingerprint. Obviously, none of those people have been to jail. Or possibly color their hair too much?

Either way, it was nice to be fingerprinted for something legal. LOL

Graduation Party?

2010-06-20T21:27:00.000-07:00

So I traveled about 45 minutes or more to go to a graduation party. I was thrilled to go, with the exception that there was one person there, I was terrified of seeing again. My son's sperm donor.

About 8 yrs ago, I was with this man that I knew for 6 yrs. I found out I was pregnant. I did the right thing, I told him. He did the wrong thing and disappeared. His loss. I have a wonderful son who loves to make people smile and is a joy to be around. He, on the other had, has deteriorated. Apparently he is now a raging alcoholic. He is abusive, rude and crude. Whew, did I luck out on him running or what?

The graduation party was for his daughter. My sons half sister. She is a wonderful girl, who has had a hard life. Thanks to the fact that her mother died, which eventually turned her father into the loser he is today. He wouldn't even throw her a party. That ticked me off. But not my place. I figured he would at least have the decency to show up at his daughters graduation party. So I was nervous about attending it.

I worried for nothing. This man is such a loser that he couldn't be bothered to get up off of the couch and attend the party. Nor did he buy her a present. I was livid. No wonder the girl has insecurities about love. I was supposed to take her home. Luckily someone else did. Because I told her, that if I took her home. I wanted her to send her dad outside. Said, "Tell him to stand in front of my car." She laughed. Sadly, I was serious.

Talk about the drama that would have created. Yikes!

Email Attack

2010-06-14T22:04:00.000-07:00

I sometimes wonder what this world has become, in this day and age. I know our history isn't perfect. I have studied it. But you would think that the more we move forward, the more intelligent we would become. Instead, I have found with the more we make life easier. The more simple minded, rude and illiterate people are becoming.

I am single. I am busy. Hell, I am lucky to find time to sleep. I am really and truly tired of sleeping alone each night. I just want someone to be with occasionally. Someone I can snuggle up too, cry on or even hopefully just talk to him, like I do my blog.

I know I walk around with a hardened heart and pretend that I don't want someone to love me for me. The only person I am kidding is myself. I know for a fact that I love someone. I try on a daily basis to pretend that I don't. But I do. What makes it worse is that I love someone who will NEVER love me. Not ever. I know it too. Yet my heart longs for just one touch, even in jest. So in an effort to move on. I tried online dating.

So far it hasn't been that bad. I have met some nice men. We just didn't click. Recently, someone replied to my matchmaking site and just flat out attacked me. Never seen my picture, since I won't put it up there. Just went off of me listing that I was a bigger woman. Started sending me emails calling me fat ass. Couldn't even be original. Same thing every time. Of course I had to write back. It is not in me to sit back and take it. I am a fighter. I let the fool have it. Received the same response in return. Seen it as a waste of my time to try and educate a mentally ignorant person, who is so by choice.

Really want to post his email address for the world. Too bad I am such a nice person. Even to assholes.

PDA Ick! Public Displays of Affection Yak!!!

2010-06-12T19:23:00.000-07:00

Oh yes, the public displays of affection and my opinion on it. As well as my recent experience with it. You should have known it was eventually coming. I have an opinion on everything. DUH!

Let us start off with my recent entertainment, so to speak. Pretty sure I will sprinkle my opinion in the story telling.

I work with this lovely lady from Brazil. One of the nicest I have met in a long time. The other day was her birthday and she invited me to go out salsa dancing. Now if you seen my fat ass you would laugh at that one. This big girl has hips, just not sure about moving them, out of the bedroom that is (wink wink). Went to this really nice bar that had a live band and was classy. Find a nice semi dark table in the corner. I sit all comfy like in the corner. My friend and her date sit next to me. They are a new couple and are a bit touchy feely, but in the cute way. Not in the way that makes me want to poke my eyes out with a spoon and barf. A bit later her roomie arrives with his date. Their first date. They met on a Christian dating site. Sweet, right?

Next thing I know they are full out making out. Here I am pinned in a corner between two lovey dovey couples and I am all by myself. But my friend and her date were talking to me and we were having a nice evening. But the other couple. OMG! I almost pushed them out of the chair. This was a classy bar and here they were full fledged making out. Their business I suppose. Except for the fact that they were at the same TABLE with me!! And they pinned me in the corner to stick their tongues down each others throats. And met on a Christian site? Thought Christians were into abstinence. Fooled me.

Out of respect for my friend, and for that alone, I kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself that night. What I would have liked to do that night was to push their asses out of the chair. As they were trying to get up I would have said, "I know you like putting on a free show, but since I didn't by a ticket, thought I would give you my opinion on it. I didn't come here to watch you two gross me out with antics that should be displayed in private. If you want to fuck, go get a room. If I want to watch porn, I know a few free sites online. I will watch them in a room. Personally, you two aren't cute enough for me to watch. In fact, I think you should pay me for enduring it. Pretty sure I can claim emotional distress." With that I would have walked away.

Alas, I just texted my friend who was sitting across from me. Let her know I was leaving and why I was doing so. She apologized to me, and it wasn't even her place to do so. THAT is how sweet she is folks.

Do you have an opinion? Who am I kidding? You know you do. So let's hear it.

Sex In The City 2 NOT!

2010-06-08T08:01:00.000-07:00

I am so aggravated. I planned a Sex In The City 2 party. I planned a party for the previous movie and it was a blast. The object of the party is to have lunch and cocktails while dressed up as your favorite characters. I love Samantha so I always go as her. After drinks and eats, dressed in all your finery, it is time for the movie. It is, in my opinion a nice way to spend an afternoon. Relaxing and gossiping with your girls.

Mine second party was a total disaster. The ones that said they would show up either stood me up or had to cancel at the last minute. I ended up being the only one to show. I was a bit embarrassed to say the least. I was dressed up in my best. Cleavage and all. I am now faced with a problem. Should I never host a party for friends again or just stop hosting parties at all?

Basically, I am more ticked off then anything.

Relaxation Elation

2010-06-03T10:49:00.000-07:00

Two days off in a row and for once I didn't have anything extra planned for them, other then laundry. Which I still haven't done, because I am pretty sure I am avoiding the mountain of clothes I HAVE to wash. In avoiding the laundry I have been leaving the apartment and spending the last two days by the pool. Burnt myself yesterday, but I don't care. I didn't have to do laundry. LOL

Been pretty much drama free. Hard to find drama in this sun shiny weather. I am not complaining though, being relatively drama free is a novelty to me. So enjoy your summer. I am heading back to the pool.

Bulletproof

2010-05-24T21:38:00.000-07:00

Not just referring to the song "Bulletproof" by La Roux either. But to the meaning behind the words.

I believe it is my new theme song. Most who know me, know how I was hurt so much in the past that I one not only banned men, but I banned sex. Now that I am venturing forth into the dating atmosphere, I have acquired that Bulletproof facade. But is it really a "facade" or have I really became what I have despised in my past? There is such a thing as being too cold. Too jaded. How far is too "Bulletproof"?

I know life has its limitations. Truth is, I am trying to live my life without them. I closeted myself away and lost who I really was in my youth. Where I was admired for my strong exterior, I discovered I was really weak. In the past, not only was I vocal in my opinions, I would make a point to protect them. I started noticing that I would back down, instead of fight for what I believed was right. I took a deeper look into myself and discovered I was full of holes. I leaked away my strength of character. I didn't lose my morals or anything like that. I just lost my essence. At least that is the way I perceive it.

In fighting my way back to who I 0nce was, I have noticed that being tough and strong is considered a weakness. How can this be? I realize there is never a happy medium with things and life it seems, anymore. But on a discovery of finding my inner self again. I have realized that I could trample someone in the process. So as I continue my path of the Bulletproof, I think I need to be more softer. Then again, I am probably just over thinking things. I am good at that. Any suggestions? :o)

Disrespect!

2010-05-18T19:33:00.000-07:00

What do you consider disrespectful? Is it different for everyone? Personally I consider someone knowingly doing something to make you uncomfortable disrespectful. Especially around your son. Thankfully, he finally fell asleep and has no idea of what happens behind closed doors. He has no clue because for almost 8 years I was celibate. Never was there a man that entered my home that wasn't either related or that he didn't already know since birth. Until November. Even then, the man he finally met was one that I had known for about 7 years. That man eventually became my roommate.

We have separate bedrooms and here lately separate lives. I actually consider him to be very important in my life and genuinely am fond of him. I consider him one of my closest friends and practically tell him everything like I do my girlfriends. But tonight he pushed my buttons to a breaking point. If I wasn't the mature woman I am today and was the Ghetto Drama Queen I was raised to be, all hell would have broken loose. Thankfully I have grown as a person, because now I am just sitting here foaming at the bit. Instead of beating down a door and yelling that I think he is a disrespectful asshole.

Probably wanting to know what he did by now, huh? Well, I told him before we became roomies that if we bring other people into the apartment to sleep with, that we do it when the other person isn't home. I have been seeing someone and he has only been here once when my roomie was home and that was accidental. He intentionally brought home his (in my opinion) trashy girlfriend. I can call her trashy because she is one of those mind game playing bitches that is cheating on her husband. Feel free to give her another name if you so choose. I am trying to have faith that he isn't in there having sex while I am awake and was cleaning the house. Also, while my son was awake and I was trying to get him to sleep.

So what do you called beyond pissed? So far angry that grinding your teeth while typing up your drama doesn't stop you from wanting to cause a scene? Is there a name for it?

Even angrier because I had a funnier story in the works for tonight.

Only one thing left to say. UGH!!!!!!

Dum Da Dum Dum

2010-05-17T07:40:00.000-07:00

My life has never ceased to astound me. It is either so boring I could cry to provide myself with entertainment. Or so dramatic that I could scream just to attempt to scare people away.

I went from not having a date in 7 years to "Oops, I got the men mixed up!" Now don't go thinking that I am trashy and whatnot. I value my body, in that degree. I just was tired of sleeping alone and have decided to try and find someone to change it. As a friend of mine once said. "I don't have a problem being single. It's the celibacy that's a bitch!" If ever there was a woman that shouldn't be single. It is her. In short she reminds me of Carrie on Sex in the City. With the exception that she is a brunette.

Basically, what my mind was trying to talk about, before I teetered off balance, was that I have re-entered the dating world with a vengeance. I was terrified of it before now. I avoided it like it was a plague. Now that I have forced myself to go back into it, it isn't as scary as I imagined it. It is however, quite hilarious. Some men just leave me speechless. Not in a good way. And leaving me speechless is difficult. Just ask anyone who knows me. Making me blush is an even harder job to do.

I found a man that made me blush, not once but twice. Not sure if I like that or not. I am a very, shall we say, strong person. Dominating and vibrant someone once described me. Overpowering personality. Takes a really strong man to put me in my place. My opinions are strong and I don't have a problem telling others about them. I have only met one man that can do it. He is my roommate. I do believe this man I am currently seeing, might be a contender though. He hasn't tried to put me in my place, but he has managed to not run away screaming either. That's a good sign.

Unfortunately, he isn't the only one I am dating. Or should I say thankfully. I am playing the field. I was tied down to my high school honey for years. Then I went on my "I'm not going to date or have sex!" bubble headed years. What bothers me about all of this is, "Is it wrong for anyone to date more then one person at a time?" I know men have done it for years. Some women too. But the more we get into the 2000's the more women act like men. Where once we were considered and reveered to act like ladies, now men are thankful we act like tramps. Are we as women selling ourselves short?

See how my mind wanders? Scary huh?

The Day After....

2010-05-10T15:26:00.000-07:00

Well it is the day after Mother's Day. The one day of the year that is and should be celebrated by all Mothers. After all, any true giving and caring mother knows, we worked our butt off. We love it when our kids come in and serve us that silly breakfast in bed. We relish the glitter and glue ridden cards that will dwindle away with time and only been seen in memory books. It is supposed to be our day. Our dinner out, with no dishes. Our day that we know we are loved.

Alas, twas not so for this Drama Queen. I have three boys. Only one contacted me. Now before you say, why weren't you at home with your children, let me give you some background information. My oldest is 23 and lives in Florida. My middle son is 17 and since I would like for him to live to be 18, he lives with his father. My youngest is 7 and he was with his uncle due to the fact that I had to work 15 hours yesterday. Being a single Mom forces you to make sacrifices.

Was really hard to watch other Mothers with their children having a nice lunch or dinner. Knowing that they were able to enjoy their day, while I worked straight through without a break. My kids are worth it though. Yet only my 23 year old bothered to contact me to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. My ex-husband texted me to say, and I quote "Since your son hasn't bothered to ask for the phone to call you. Happy Mother's Day!" Rather decent of him, still makes me want to smack my 17 yr old though.

You would think that my youngest uncle would have said, "Hey kiddo! Let's call your Mom." But that didn't happen either. Instead, his father decided to call me and wake me up this morning. I had to work and was snoozing rather nicely after working very hard yesterday. His lovely present to me was to tell me he thought I was a bad Mother. Probably the rudest awakening I have ever received in my life. He then wonders why I was mad at him and hung up on him. I proceeded to tell him that he is always on the road(he's a trucker) and how the hell would he know. That was my day after.

Can I get a do over? For the day? For yesterday? Hell, for my life?

Texting Manners?

2010-05-08T22:33:00.000-07:00

I am positive that if you are one of the few that reads both of my blogs, you can tell I am on a behaviour bash. This time on the texters! (Is that even a legitimate word? Yet?)

Is there an etiquette involving texting? Should one get upset at either vague or non_returned text messages?

I have a certain person in my life that either texts me non stop, (which I enjoy) or that constantly works my nerves. No happy medium at all.

He only makes my nerves raw when he either avoids a direct question, ignores a text completely and skips to the second one or half-ass answers me altogether. Yet when he wants to know something you are expected to answer. Truthfully, it flat out works my nerves.

You ask a question first and it gets ignored, a LOL or a question in return. Is it a personality trait, lack of manners or an on purpose aggravation? Or just plain ol' fashioned rudeness?

It ticked me off so badly today, that I have decided to stop texting him first. At least for awhile. I am even debating on ignoring him when he texts me. I can't ignore him at home, after all he is my roommate. I really want to act like him for an entire week. Basically give him a dose of his own medcine, so to speak. Not sure if he would notice, or even get the hint though.

I am guessing the time for me to be nice to people has passed on by. I would say it is a bittersweet ending to my maturity, but I would be lying. I have always been more bitter than sweet anyways. I guess old habits die hard.

Politically Incorrect???

2010-05-06T16:43:00.001-07:00

I am so not talking about the television show. I am referring to people and what they find humorous. I can understand not mocking the handicapped, both mentally and physically. But is there anything wrong with making fun of yourself in a handicapped way? Hence the politically incorrect title above.

Now I have handicapped people in my family and of my acquaintances. I have also, in my opinion dated mentally handicapped men. Probably not genuinely handicapped, but dammit, they sure seemed like something was mentally wrong with them. And that didn't stop me from dating them, well not at first.

I also know that when you are out in public, or even if you just run into someone you know that has either physical or mental limitations, you never make fun of that individual, EVER! So I ask you dear readers. Is it okay to make fun of yourself in a handicapped way? If not, why is it so offensive? The only person you are making fun of during the process is yourself, right?

Curiosity has me wondering. Anyone willing to answer and give their opinions on the above mentioned questions? I am really wanting to know.

Here She Comes Again

2010-05-05T22:14:00.000-07:00

I won't even pretend or try to feign like I haven't had any drama to write about in my life. I have had tons. I guess I just got rather disheartened with the lack of readers. Or possibly combine it with the lack of time. I really don't see how I get anything done at all. Of course if I would get off the computer right now I could probably get one task done that needs to be completed. But what's the fun in that?

As we last left each other, I was still being celibate. I was still not dating. I had switched jobs. Hell I have even moved twice since then. I fell in love. I was denied. Alas, I don't think it is in the stars for me. But I have braved the wild road I was afraid to travel for so long. That was mostly the dating one.

What I have discovered while I have been slowly re-entering the dating world, is that men are more like women now. I am wondering if the women are becoming more like men. It is like half the world has had free sex changes. Now I know you think I am kidding on this, but really. Since when did men become so moody, emotional and indecisive. It is like looking at myself in a mirror when I am on a period. Do men think they can corner the market on PMS? I tell ya what boys, you can have PMS, AFTER you bleed out your private hole for a few days and not freak out.

It really is outrageous now. Considering I really haven't dated since High School So I have to admit that my recollection of dates are slim to none. But I am educated and I know how to behave with people around me, and even in public. (Patting myself on the back for being a good girl.) But meeting someone is the really hard part. Men are just down right chickens or way to forward the first time they approach. What happened to the happy medium. Coming up to me and asking me if I like to be on top, is not a pick up line. It's rude.

Oh here's a good one. How about meeting a guy and he says he wants a NO STRINGS ATTACHED relationship? You are tired of not having sex, so you throw caution to the wind and say "What the Hell?" I mean at least you should be getting some. Here's the best part. You have your first intimate encounter and afterwards the man looks at you and says. Let me repeat that. HE SAYS "I feel so guilty. I guess I am an old fashioned guy and not sure I can handle this, no strings thing." Not a joke!!! If I hadn't been sitting I would have fainted. If that wasn't womanish, please correct me on it.

At least he was a nice man. He was honest and didn't play games. For that he gets a few, and I mean only a few brownie points. Be back soon.

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Reward Day

2009-08-12T08:35:00.000-07:00

So we won a contest at work. Usually not a big deal. But they had managed to hype it up so much that we were really excited about it. They said they were going to take us someplace fun and pay for everything. To give them credit, they did.

We all gathered at work and the boss man bought us all a drink. Naturally we ordered the more expensive ones. Then our manager starts to get power crazy and grouchy, since he has permanent PMS. He should have a period, since he is always on one anyways.

Now I arrived about a half an hour after our meet time. People were still not there and everyone was getting antsy. The last thing we want to do on our day off is sit at work. Finally everyone arrives and we think we can finally leave. Yeah, not happening. The manager just HAS something to do to drag down the leave time even further.

Finally on our way, we discover we are going to The Incredible Pizza Company. The games were fun. The buffet was nice. The go carts SUCKED. The bumper cars looked even more pathetic. So if you plan on going there for go carts. I recommend Great Times instead. BUT if you want arcade games and tokens. The Incredible Pizza Company was not half bad. The TV station was there and filmed some of my fellow employees in a pizza eating contest. Using no hands. That alone was worth the drive.

Had more fun at the bar we went to afterwards though. To be perfectly honest. But then I was able to drink there. ;o)

Oh What A Day And Night

2009-08-06T10:34:00.000-07:00

There was a team contest at my work. I came in first and the whole team was able to go out, on the company for fun, games and drinking. Was fun. Even though we had a rocky start.

Per usual, drama had to ensue before I could even arrive. I managed not to be the last to arrive, but I was second to last. I had to run some errands. I found a pregnant kitty on the side of the road in bad condition, so I had to find a Humane Society. Which per normal took me forever. Then the cat kept coming over to my floorboard and getting underneath my pedals. Dangerous and aggravating. I finally get her to the shelter and hit the road again. Second stop Walmart. Normal. Or should be. But we are talking about the Drama Queen. Fifteen lines open, I get into the one that only had one person in it. Now, I know what you are thinking. How lucky is that? One person ahead of you at Wally World. Wow! Yeah, well that one person too FOREVER! I swear she didn't have that many items left on the conveyor belt when I got into line behind her. The next thing I know people were bringing her stuff from everywhere.

I so wanted to scream. She then pays with everything with food stamps. Now I understand if they need them. That is fine. But my two item purchase was short and simple, so I manage to do my transaction really quickly. I such a short time in fact, that I had the joy of watching said previous mentioned woman get into a BRAND NEW Blazer. Yep. Now here I am driving an 88 Thunderbird and barely making ends meet and she has a new truck. I just shook my head and walked on to my car.

Third stop. The band, ick. Wouldn't be a big deal but I rent from a friend, so I just deposit the money into his account. Now you would think that wouldn't be a problem, but leave it up to me to forget to bring the account number. There I am in the drive thru line trying to reach him to get his account number. He is not answering the phone. I finally get aggravated holding up the line and drive off to wait for him to return my call. Next thing I know, I am being chased down by a teller. I drove off with the cylinder thing you put your stuff in to send to the teller. OOPS! She manages to reach me as my phone rings with the person I had be trying to reach on the other end.

I accomplish my transaction. Apologize much to my embarrassment and finally am on my way to work.

I will write about that tomorrow. Since I yammered on for so long today,

And The Verdict Is...

2009-08-01T06:46:00.000-07:00

My car is officially hating on me. So I thought I had managed to have my flat tired fixed. Nope. I go out to the car on Thursday afternoon and try to leave for work and the same tire is flat. So I find a ride to work and call the mechanic who swore to me he double checked for more then one leak and bitch. My roommate says the mechanic found a leak in the sidewall of the tire, which means, he really shouldn't repair it. Because driving on a repaired side leak is like asking for a car accident. It should come as no surprise that I had to dip into the rent money and buy tires.

One good thing about him coming to my house and fixing the tire is that he found out I have a bad tire rod. Oh wait. Did I say that was a good thing? It isn't. More money to be used to fix something else. It is good to find that out though, in the long run. An accident from a bad tire rod would rip up my front end of my car. Not to mention who knows what would happen if the car crashed.

Though normally rent would come first, this time the car does. Because I have to have it to go back and forth to work and my children ride in that car and I WILL NOT compromise their safety.

On the bonus side, I get to go to a baby shower today. Tiny clothes for tiny tots that I don't have to feed are always fun.

Until next time....

Been Super Busy

2009-07-29T14:46:00.000-07:00

As you can probably tell, by the big gap in posts, I have been super busy. So busy in fact, that I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted. Now you might ask yourself, "What exactly has kept her so busy?" I will tell you.

I am super excited to announce that I have been working on launching a woman's online magazine. OMG! Not another one?? Some might say. But truthfully it is my pride and joy. It launches on September 1st. It is one hundred percent different. I can't tell you much more about it at this time. For I do not want my ideas to be stolen. BUT..... please keep checking here. Thanks to a friendly message from a former reader of mine, I was inspired to take the time to post today. I was also inspired to keep up this blog.

On that note, I shall tell you that the Drama Demons struck me again. That is my name for the undeniable Karma I seem to have in life.

First off, I was so wrapped up in research that I lost track of time. Normal. So I hurry up and throw on my face, since I didn't have time to actually paint it. I run out the door. Jump in the car. Peel out of the drive way. Then surprise, surprise. I have a flat.

Now, here I am stuck in the middle of the road. Luckily, my ex husband skilled me in mechanics. I get out the crappy jack, which was soon replaced by my neighbors nice one. I loosen the bolts and proceed to change my tire. I pop on the donut and tighten the bolts. Drop the car and surprise!!!! That damn tire is flat and useless. So much for going to work. They told me to stay home. Naturally. See, I live out in the complete middle of NO WHERE!! It takes 20 minutes to get anywhere. So by the time I get to work, and that is after I get the tire MAGICALLY fixed, it would be later then they would need me.

Good thing I have a cool boss. My roommate took me into town to get one of the tires fixed. So now I have wheels again. There was a screw in the tire. So I was literally screwed today. Imagine that. Didn't even get a kiss. LOL

Changed My Mind

2009-04-27T13:59:00.000-07:00

I know..How so like a woman to change her mind. But as much as I would relish the opportunity to make some money. I hated that site. So here I am back in action. New post tomorrow. Please ignore my indecisiveness.

I have moved sites

2009-04-21T23:46:00.000-07:00

I moved because I have an opportunity to earn money with my writing. I know that sounds jaded, but I am a single mom and I need any money I can get. I hope you join me at the new place.

http://thereallifedramaqueen.today.com/

DARK IN THE PARK ON A LARK

2009-04-05T20:33:00.000-07:00

Yeah I know the title is cheesy, but hey, what can I say? It was what actually happened. This weekend, my oldest. The fifteen year old that will be sixteen in about a week, eek!, brought me a paper. He then said, "Mom, can I go on an Easter egg hunt?" Before looking at the paper, I looked at him like he was crazy. He laughed and said "Read the paper. There is going to be prizes. I want the Xbox."

Right then, everything made sense. The local park was having a huge Easter egg hut for kids between sixth and twelfth grade. Each child or teen had to pay five dollars. I thought, what the hell. Left the young monster with a friend and headed off to the park with the oldest. The next thing I knew, I was in the midst of about 500 teenagers. 98% of them did not have a parent with them. Yep, even in the boonies, parents drop and run. Crazy. There was a D.J. and lots of loud music. It was actually fun watching the kids dance like mad. They were all waiting for it to be dark. I forgot to mention it was a nighttime egg hunt.

500 teenagers, 500 flashlights, 7,000 Easter eggs and 700 prizes. It was chaos when they let them all take off. The biggest prize was the before mentioned Xbox that my son wanted. He ended up with a bag of candy and grape flavor chap stick, which I teased him and said was meant for a girl.

I ended up being recruited to help supervise, surprise, surprise. Have you ever been at the bottom of a hill full of prize filled eggs and watched hundreds of teenagers charge down that same hill towards you? Rather intimidating. Just glad I wasn't an egg.

How was your weekend?

Time Flies

2009-04-02T07:04:00.000-07:00

Why is it.. when you are bored..everything seems to take forever, yet when you are busy time flies? It seems to move at such a rate of speed that you feel like you are getting behind instead of ahead or running on schedule. Maybe time is truly a perception and not an actuality. Been super busy this week. So busy that I honestly can't believe it is Thursday and wonder what has happened to my week.

Thanks to Dixie, I am officially hooked on Dancing with the Stars. That is one of the luxuries I allow myself. So I watch it online on Tuesdays. That takes care of one relaxing time this week. But everything else. Pretty much a blur.

I sell on eBay, so many trips to the post office. Trips to the bank. I even held my first flea market show this week. Except to the setting it up and the hauling of all the stuff there, I had a total blast and the day just flew. The flea market actually proved to me that there are still genuine nice people out there. Since I didn't think it through, such as bathroom breaks, socks, food and coffee. So there I was freezing and one lady brings me socks. She said I was making her colder. Cracked me up. Another lady brought me coffee. One man was nice enough to watch my booth so I could run to the ladies. THANK GOD! and yet another man like our conversation so much he brought me breakfast.

Well, off I run again. Another trip to the Post Office and bank. Then I think I will treat myself with some shopping. Hey, what can I say. Down deep I am such a girl.

Raining and Pouring

2009-03-29T06:51:00.000-07:00

Well folks, when it rains it pours. Been absent again. This time both of the kids were and are still sick. The youngest managed to acquire tonsillitis and the oldest caught my strep. So tons of fun here in the Queen's household. You would think being a Queen there would be some help, but then I remember, mine is a tiny kingdom. All the people in it are sick. The only person not physically ill is me and I am sick in the head.

Had to take the little one to the emergency room. Pretty sure going to have to go again this afternoon to take the oldest. Too bad they don't give you frequent flyer miles for going to the hospital.

Back In The Saddle Again

2009-03-23T22:33:00.001-07:00

I must say in complete honesty, it is much better not being sick. So I am back up and running.

I know that a lot of us run through our days and they end up in such a blur. Can you even remember the little things that made you smile that day? Were there any little things? Could something as tedious as going to Wal-Mart be fun? Just some simple ordinary questions.

To answer at least one: YES! Sometimes I am so busy that I think life is passing me by at such a rate of speed that I sometimes have to actually figure out my age. Not a joke. But today. No matter how dramatic the post office was, the only one in there and still had to wait an hour, not joking. And no matter how time consuming grocery shopping can be, not to mention annoying. I was still able to enjoy my day. Now you might be asking yourself this, "How could she have a good day after being stuck in the post office for an hour and then have to go grocery shopping?"

Well I am going to answer that for you.

Along for this painful outing with me was my undaunted 6 year old. Oh, I heard mom's cringe when they read that. Yep, I had my little man with me. All in all, he was great. Had one small moment, but the rest of the time, he is the only reason I am positive tonight. While waiting on the silly machine to be fixed at the post office, we went for a walk. Nothing major. Since I live in the country and the nearest town is super tiny, wasn't far to walk. We walked to the corner store (literally a corner store), got something to drink then heading back to see if the machine was working. It wasn't. So we packed up our packages, all twenty of them, back into the trunk of the car (did I mention, little man helped carry the boxes?). And off to yet another tiny town in the boonies to see if their post office would work. Thankfully it did. We then left that town for a country drive to the closest town with a Wal-Mart.

This is the fun part. All my little guy wanted was one of those bouncy balls. I would say about the size of a soccer ball maybe. So I gave in and said yes. I couldn't be more thankful. The rest of my shopping, which by the way could have be horrible with a 6 year old running wild with a ball, but it wasn't. Instead, the ball was put under his shirt and I was treated to him walking around saying "Get in my belly!" I tell you, I tried not to laugh to hard. Some employee stocking the freezer about dropped his box of food cracking up at him. An older woman dropped her bread and a young couple asked if he was for sale. Jokingly of course. That was my highlight.

It made a painful trip to the post office totally worth it.

Stalled Engine

2009-03-19T19:36:00.000-07:00

It never fails. Just when I am getting back into the swing of things. Drama, crap. Whatever you wish to call it happens. Guess that would explain the title of my blog. Duh? I disappeared again. But this time in my defense I was in the hospital for two days and in bed sick the other two. Denying the fact that I needed to go to the hospital or trying to not go. I caught strep throat. A normal sickness. Usually.

And since I have had it before I usually know how to handle it. But this time it nearly killed me. No joke. I finally went to the hospital when I was finally able to see my throat and see what I had going on. I went to the ER and they treated me. Shot me in the bum with the world's worst shot. Even the nurse said it was the worse shot she had to give. It is apparently a time released medicine, so no more taking ten days of penicillin. For all the pain it caused my butt, you would think it would work. Nope. No such luck. At least for this drama queen. Nothing is ever normal for me.

I end up even sicker. Can't even hold down water. Finally officially dehydrated. I get someone to take me to the ER yet again. Have you ever went to see a doctor for strep and he looks at your throat and literally jumps back and says "Holy Shit!"? Well I have. My throat scared the doc. He fixed me up though. I am still sick. But now I am able to stay awake for about an hour at a time. Feeling better, but not feeling well. So, I will be back. Just need a wee bit more rest.

A Ladies Man In the Making

2009-03-16T21:16:00.000-07:00

So, here is the real deal. I went on a parent/student educational retreat with my youngest, who is now 6. I was educated alright. I didn't know I was going to have to run interference. My little guy has four little girls with crushes on him. I almost had to stop a fight. They all wanted to sit next to him. Absolutely adorable. Until....

He is 6 and has girls chasing him already??? OMG! Okay, shook that off.

The retreat was quite interesting, besides the tiny tot antics. There was lectures and seminars that help with at home education, which in turn will help them out in school. There was one lecture that the children were included in on. For the love of Pete, I have no idea why they would expect little ones to sit through an hour lecture. But during this lovely time. One little girl got in trouble by her mama. Yep, my son was involved. He was sitting and reading and the next thing you know, he was being kissed. I thought the girls mother was going to pass out.

I was personally too busy laughing to be of any assistance. The rest of the day, they walked around holding hands and hugging. Thankfully, no more kisses.

My little man said, "Mom, I didn't kiss her. She kissed me."

I responded with, "Did you like it?"

He looked up at me, giggled and said, "No."

A "Yeah, right." went flying through my head. I know better. But, that is something I can wait a long time for him to admit.

Back In The Saddle Again!

2009-03-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

I know what you are thinking. She disappears for a year and comes back and we are supposed to read her blog? Nope. You don't have to. And I totally understand. Life was just so crazy. Unbelievably insane. Not sure some of it happened myself. I was living in Florida. But I am back in Indiana. Hint Hint Dixie. Still up for that meet if you are up for it. Maybe I can make this a productive blog. Not one just about my crazy insane life, which by the way should be a movie. At least then I could get some money. LOL.

I am not doing the Adventures In Waitressing. I am no longer a waitress. I just couldn't work for the same restaurant here. The managers we horribly useless. Rude and multi-dysfunctional. Terrible combination. Truly. I am now working from my home. Selling and buying on ebay. For myself and others. It is so nice to be with my children. I used to work nights and being a single mom, I hardly ever got to see them. They were having trouble in school and with each other. Since I have been home, my youngest has soared to the top of his class and my oldest (help keep me from strangling teenagers with ADHD) has actually shown some behavioral changes for the better. So now I am not trying to repeatedly pull my hair out. I am down to wanting to pull it out every other day. Looking forward to not going bald now.

I will be back with more. I have several ideas for this blog. HONEST. First I have to learn how to do a few things.

OH SOCCER MOM!!!! I might just have some questions for you (wink wink).

I am SO pissed!!

2008-03-05T11:09:00.000-08:00

Isn't that a cute bra???

So I go and file my taxes. I am getting back a decent amount of money. So I pick the 1 to 2 day refund. I make plans with my kids and I even go to Lane Bryant and put some clothes on hold. Since the only time I buy nice ones are once a year. I am getting excited and all and then I even find my 1,000.00 partial refund I was missing from a few years ago. So why am I pissed you ask? THE FUCKERS WON'T GIVE ME MY MONEY!!! Yep.. apparently they decided they need more then 1 or 2 days. So now I have to wait for 8 to 15 days. I am officially broke because I was counting on that money today so I went out and spent what I did have on a fun evening with my kids. The clothes I had on hold will now be gone. They will only hold them for 24 hours not two fucking weeks. I spent two damn hours trying on clothes yesterday because I am a picky bitch. Now I will have to go and do it all over again. And I got me some cute bras and panties on hold. I can never find bras in my size. Let alone ones that have matching panties. So I am a bit peeved about that as well. Oh, and I must not forget, I cannot go to Vegas. I couldn't get approved. For some of you that know, a certain someone said "NO!" So this is turning out to be an all around sucky day. To top it off, my step mother had me on her cell phone plan, then ups and decides that I have to get my own phone. So I say okay, but did I get time to get my own phone? NOPE! So with no refund comes no phone so I don't even have a phone to call anyone to bitch about all of this shit for possibly two weeks. I am going to drive to work. Go stand in the freezer. Then I am going to scream until I either feel better or lose my voice.

I'm Sorry!

2008-02-28T21:22:00.000-08:00

I just got out of the mood of writing. I am sorry to all of you wonderful people that take the time to read and also to care. I have just been working so much. Ever hit a point where you are so burnt out that getting out of bed and facing another day, takes so much effort, that you feel like you have already been to work and back? I worked almost three weeks in a row without a day off. Now I will admit I had two days off of work, but those don't count when all you do is work on them somewhere else. Overall things have been going well. Just business is down, so that means I have to work more shifts to make ends meet. Jax, my five year old is starting to have fits about it. He literally threw a temper tantrum when I went to work yesterday. He usually just asks for a hug and sends me on my merry way. I shudder to think that I just might have to pick up a second job. I hardly see my kids as it is. Being a single mom is a hard. Sometimes it makes me hate my ex more, but then I remember I would be stuck with him and it makes me happy to be single. Yet, friends constantly tell me, you need to get a man in your life. I respond with, "When am I supposed to have the time??" They usually say. "Good point." Then they change the subject.

Nothing really dramatic going on lately. Thankfully. But give it another week. I am way overdue for drama to hit.

Thanks for being patient.

And The Rest...

2008-01-31T21:45:00.000-08:00

That is me. I went blonde on top with red on bottom. Just in case you were wondering who that woman was up there.

The rest of the vacation was normal. I spent time with family and friends and in general had a total blast. The only stress I had was with my ex-husband. I drive over 900 miles and the ASS won't even meet me at a convienant location to pick up his son. His excuse was that he didn't want to use the gas up. My response was to tell him, "If you want to see your son, you will drive your lazy ass to this location at 3 P.M. or not see him at all." Then I hung up on him. Every time I see my ex now, I look at him and wonder what the hell happened to him. Seriously. He used to be a great guy. Honest. Now he is rude, lazy and self absorbed. Such is life I suppose. Some of us get smarter with age, the others grow more ignorant.

Enough about losers. Time for a winner.

I had the great pleasure of spending extra time with my best friend. He is awesome. He just bought a historical hotel. In this quaint, historical town, no less. We went there to see the wonderful Christmas lights and shops. Here is the link. If you ever get to Indiana, check this place out. Or you can just look at the site right now and see some of the wonderful sites I saw.

Click Me!

Of course I just had to see National Treasure Book of Secrets! Loved it! So pretty much normal vacation.

I ended up leaving Indiana a day later then I had planned. I was visiting a friend of mine and I just didn't want to leave her. We had so much fun. Playing a silly video game with her husband and a couple of their friends. I tell you, the Wii is WOW!

Until my next drama filled event.

Day 3.. ummm yeah..this is real

2008-01-20T20:05:00.000-08:00

So, the day begins normal enough. As normal as it can be with two boys trapped in a car with their mother on a long journey. Let me just say, getting a five year old up at 6 am, is the best thing in the world. Nothing like a grouchy monster to brighten your day.

We hit the road. We make it to the end of the road and I notice that something is wrong with my car. Yep, you read right. I try not to panic. I mean I am only five blocks from the house. I take a deep breath and pull into the gas station. I pop the hood. Luckily, only the plug to the alternator popped out. Even luckier, it is a good thing I know how to do some basic auto mechanics. I fix my car. Use my jumper box to start it and Hallelujah we are really on the road.

The day progresses normally, a quick stop for breakfast and car games on the interstate.

UNTIL......My car starts making a funny noise about four hours down the road. In Georgia. So I do the smart thing, pull over. I do some standard things. Fill the oil, check the transmission fluid and top off the antifreeze. The car is still making the noise, but everything looks normal, so I hit the road again. About fifteen minutes down the road, in the middle of nowhere, antifreeze starts hitting the window. OOPS!!

Stranded on the side of the interstate.

That is, until a very nice elderly lady, stops and helps us. She gave us a ride into town, took me to get another alternator (since the pulley fell off of the other one) and insisted on feeding us snacks and drinks. She also insisted on finding a man to go back to the interstate with me and help me change the alternator. Even though I told her I could do it, she just kept patting my shoulder and saying "Just in case you need help, dear. Just in case."

I seriously must have on stressed out Angel looking over me. She is probably fluttering around playing Dodge the Drama ball. But, she makes sure I get out of the drama.

The car gets fixed. But I was freaking the whole time I was away from my car. I thought for sure someone would vandalize it. I had made up my mind. If one thing was touched on my car, I was turning around and going back to Florida. Since I made it to Indiana, you can be assured, the car was untouched. God forbid someone steal the piece of shit so I can buy a new one. LOL

Uh oh.. Day 2

2008-01-15T22:06:00.000-08:00

Well, first off, I think I want to go back on vacation. The real world sucks.

So I proceed to get up the next day. I have a few errands to run, post office, grocery, bank, the norm.

First stop, the bank, after all that is were all that lovely green stuff is housed. I don't have a checkbook, I either use my debit card or cash. I have a terrible tendency to bounce checks. Not on purpose, sheesh LOL. So therefore I do not know my account number. So I go to the teller and say I am going to make a deposit, proceed to hand them my debit card so they can access my account, but what I pull out of my pocket is a Visa gift card. I immediately know what I did wrong. See, I cleaned out my pockets the night before, the gift card is empty. I had meant to throw it away, instead I throw away my only means of accessing my travel money while I am on the road. I am a bright crayon. The brightest one in the box. The color black.

I take a deep breath and try not to have a meltdown. I ask how long it will take to get a new card, because I am leaving at 5 am in the morning. They politely tell me 7 to 10 days. My whole body tenses and I ask, is there any other way I can get a new card quicker. The teller calls over the manager. Thank God, this woman knows her stuff. She says that one of the banks in town makes the cards and if the machine isn't broke they can get me one today. My luck changes and I have to drive about 25 minutes, but I get a new card. Whew!!

I am just about done with my day. I have one more stop to make before I can go home and get ready for work. I never make it to work. My forth brand new alternator decides that it doesn't like the pulley. Yep.. the car broke down again. When I finally make it home, it is a mad rush of, feed the kids and pack. Not my favorite game.

Alas, I finally made it to bed around Midnight. Needless to say, I left at 7 am not 5 am.

In cave woman queen voice, " Tired Wooo man need sleep."

Shockingly Enough Day 1

2008-01-12T00:59:00.000-08:00

I say shocking, because what I did shocked even me. I took a legitimate vacation. I seriously have never had a vacation before. I am the person that goes to work sick and consistently picks up extra shifts. When I threw everything to the wind and took ten days off, I think my boss went into shock. He did ask me if I knew I was taking ten days off in a row. I just looked at him like he was crazy.

Now, what did I do for my vacation? Well, I drove 19 hours from Florida to Indiana for Christmas with my remaining family. Now that you know what I did, shall I tell you the drama I went through to get to go.

Day 1

I have a day off. I plan on using this day to pack, clean, tidy up the car and use my coupon for a free oil change.

I drive into the mechanics. Thankfully I have a very honest one. They take my car and put it on the lift. The nice man asks me what I would like for him to do to it.

"Well, besides the oil change, just make sure it can handle a drive to Indiana. Oh, and check out the tires."

I forgot to mention to the mechanic that I had a tire that wobbles. Sure enough, he found out what was causing it. I had a broken tire rod. That tire rod had managed to throw my alignment completely off, which then ruined the tires. Basically, I fix it or don't go.

I had him price out everything. Tires, tire rod, alignment, the works. $400.00.

There goes half my travel money I had saved up. I almost cried. Really I did. But I know that a broken tire rod, if not taken care of, could cause a tire to come off and possibly cause an accident. Protect my kids? or take a chance? I protected my children, but let me tell you I cussed out the car.

I don't really think the car cared what I thought of it, but damn it made me feel better.

I never managed to get packed that night. By the time I ended up leaving the mechanic, it was time to cook dinner. And those of you with children know, after dinner time just flies away.

But I promise, Day 2.....coming soon.

I'm So Sorry

2008-01-09T18:39:00.000-08:00

I guess I should warn you that my absence is due to much drama. Go figure, huh? Of course I wouldn't have earned my name fair and square if I did not have drama in my life. I put the computer in the shop, it is still there. Yep. I got stood up by my date. No joke. On the plus side, he came into my work the next day to apologize. He said his son had to have surgery. I understood that. So I proceeded to ask him how old his son was. To which he informed me, "My son is one and he was getting tubes put in his ears." I made the standard so sorry to hear about that. And we continued on with a normal conversation. All the while in the back of my head I am thinking, "This man is married!!!!" I mean major alarms are going off in my head.

Here is why I came to that conclusion.

1. He lives in Georgia and I am in Florida.

2. He travels because of his job.

3. His child is under the age of five.

Just to suspicious to my mind. But if you think I was too rash, please let me know.

Anyway, I still am without a computer, but I now have the ability to borrow one when needed. So I am officially back! I promise to write more either tomorrow of the day after at the latest.

Hugs and Misses to All!!

UGH!!!!

2007-12-01T12:18:00.001-08:00

Computer issues.. I am sorry.. but the laptop is going into the shop.. but I promise to tell all about my date when I get back. Just wanted to give you a heads up.

Well What Do You Know?

2007-11-20T20:23:00.000-08:00

Well, I have something to tell all of you. Might surprise you a bit. Sure shocked me.

I officially have a date. Yep, honest. I set it for two weeks away. I figure it will take me that long to get up the courage to actually go out on the date. Either way, I am looking forward to it. Extremely nervous, but excited as well. He is a rather nice looking gentleman. He is a customer that comes into the restaurant.

As you know I haven't been on a date in five years. So you know I never date anyone I work around, but this guy was funny and nice. So we shall see if I made a mistake yet or not.

Oh, the fish above has the look on my face when he asked me out. I was a bit in shock.

Have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! Everyone!!!

Happy Birthday To Me!!

2007-11-15T07:23:00.000-08:00

Yep, yesterday was my birthday. I would have posted yesterday, but I was a bit busy.

The day started out with my usual routine. Get the middle monster up and off to school. I got back home from doing that and my neighbor stopped by to wish my Happy Birthday and see if I would take her to work later. I said I would. But then the phone rings. I got called into work. I was happy, because well, being a single mom, I always need money. Kids are expensive LOL.

I went to work and the boss man had the computer say Happy Birthday to me when I clocked in. I thought that was cute. The work day was pretty normal. The Boss Man's Boss was there though. Which always makes the bosses nervous. I decided to torture the Boss man's boss. It was a fun day. After working I went home. Tired, but normally happy. I changed my clothes, made my monster's get ready and took them out to dinner at my work. I know I shouldn't spend the money I just made, but dammit, it was my birthday. We had a nice dinner. Time to pay for the bill comes around. My boss paid for everything. I was more then pleasantly surprised, but it was nice to see I am appreciated. He said it was for my Birthday, but also in thanks for always coming in when called.

Stuffed to the max, we went home. The boys and I decided to watch The Santa Clause 3. We all fell asleep in front of the television.

A quiet birthday for the Drama Queen. But a pleasant one that I enjoyed very much.

Tag I'm It!!!

2007-11-09T08:05:00.000-08:00

Dixie Chick tagged me, and since I adore reading her, I decided to comply LOL. Not to mention I like being tagged. It is fun. So below you will find the rules, my facts and the links to the others I passed the tag onto. Happy reading.

A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.

B. Each player list 6 facts/habits/secrets about themselves.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

My Facts:

1. My ex-husband left me for my online best friend. We shared online friends so there would be no trust issues. Backfired on me. She left her husband for mine and my husband left me for her.

2. I have lost my license three times just because I have forgotten to pay tickets for expired plates, no seat belt and one for speeding. I have my license again and plan on keeping it.

3. I love speed. I used to street race an '84 Dodge Colt in my younger days just for fun. I never won, but because it was a stick, I always had take off lead.

4. I have not had a date in over 5 years. I tried dating after my divorce, but since I hadn't done it since High School, I just rather thought I sucked at it. So I rather gave up on it.

5. I like to create those animates name tags. You know the ones that people use on internet bulletin boards and in their email? Yep, those. I have probably made over 3,000 of them.

6. I run and internet book chat site. As well as Adventures in Waitressing and this one here. So if you ever want a place to chat about books. I have the site for you. ;o)

Now for those whom I have tagged.

I chose Trivial Tiffairs. Another waitress that has some interesting tales to tell. Check her out.

Soccer Mom In Denial. Most read her, but I think she would enjoy this game, especially since she tagged me with one earlier in the year. Payback chickie. He he he he.

Last but most certainly not least is Fourier Analyst. She always has something interesting to say, and most definatly has some interesting self facts. Since I am curious for more, I tagged her.

Let the games begin!!

The Strangest Things

2007-11-06T20:38:00.000-08:00

If you are wondering why I have a picture of Super Glue up there.. don't wonder for long. Believe me, I am going to tell you. See, I figure every one of us needs a laugh. We might as well laugh at ourselves. So since I did something stupid, figured I would give you all a laugh out of it.

Recently I colored the top of my hair blond. I am just trying to fit the images of the jokes.

Yesterday morning, my son breaks his glasses. I am think, well hell. No insurance and no money, broken glasses equals not good. So I tell him, "Bring me the super glue." So he does. I try and try to get the cap off, so I think screw it and decide to use my teeth. Bad idea. I apparently put my teeth in a bad place and the next thing you know the inside of my mouth is super glued to my teeth.

Go ahead, laugh. I did. It has to be one of the dumbest things I have ever done.

That was some nasty tasting stuff. Thankfully saliva is fairly helpful at getting the glue off of the inside of ones mouth. Long fingernails works for getting stuff off of ones teeth. Toothpaste works well for getting the nasty taste out of your mouth as well. Just some helpful hints if you find yourself in the same predicament as me.

Other then that, I have been relatively drama free. I really don't know what to do with myself. I figure I just wait it out. SOMETHING more interesting then gluing my mouth shut is bound to happen. Though I know a few people out there would be happy if the gluing process was made permanent. LOL

Return From La La Land

2007-11-02T13:51:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone. Sorry.. I have been missing in action. Totally had to reformat my computer. So lost almost everything. But on the bright side. After clearing out what little savings I did have, my car is offically fixed. Turns out someone had been selling me the wrong alternators. I know, what a crock? But I am back on the road and working like a mad woman again.

Drama free at least for today. Amazing huh?

See you all soon.

Stranger Things Have Happened

2007-10-22T19:46:00.001-07:00

I tell you, I have the strangest life. You will not believe this, Hell I don't believe this.

I have had all of this trouble with my car. Something draining my battery. Several people have looked at it and all has came to the same conclusion. I need a new wiring harness for my alternator. Only one person has offered a different opinion. One man noticed that my speedometer was fluctuating. He stated that I had a bare wire somewhere touching the chassis of my car. I figured if I kept my car running at night I would see the wire. I figured it would give out sparks. No such luck. Even in the dark I couldn't find the wire. The mechanic I took it too, didn't even bother to look. So I have been pinching pennies and etc. Saving up to take my car to the "special" electrical mechanic. Since I am terrified of the cost.

Anyways, back to the strange thing that happened. Since I had to move, I had to switch my son's schools. We switched districts. So I piled the kids into the car. Left my oldest in it car with it running, since I am terrified of shutting it off. I pulled him out of the school, got in the car and headed off to the new school. I arrive at the new school and it was closed. Apparently, no school today. So I back the car out of the parking spot and it dies. I am like, OH SHIT! But I had noticed the speedometer hadn't been fluctuating. So on a whim I decide to try and start the car without the jumper box. Low and behold the damn thing started. I was in shock. Total shock. Thrilled naturally, but shocked just the same. I mean, did my car just magically heal itself? I mean stranger things have happened, and Lord knows I was due for a break.

It all rounds out that my car starts on its own. The battery is recharging like it is supposed to be doing. And I am still driving it, but now I am even more paranoid. I constantly am watching the speedometer to see if it moves on its own. But hey, miracles can actually happen. I am just amazed that it happened to me.

Who knew?

Back From The Mechanics

2007-10-16T20:25:00.001-07:00

I know I keep putting pictures up of an 88' Thunderbird.. but even though mine doesn't work. Damn, I love that car!!

The mechanics fixed my brakes. Apparently someone routed the wires to my brake booster wrong. Imagine that. Doesn't surprise me, since someone managed to rewire the car completely wrong. The mechanics told me that one as well. I said, "No Shit Sherlock! Ya think? That is what I said when I brought it in for you to look at." Of course they tried to tell me my alternator was bad. I said, "No it isn't. That is the second one I have put in. I know I have shitty luck, but I seriously doubt I would be so unlucky as to have bought two bad alternators in a row." I mean come on? They did say one thing I agreed with. Surprise! Surprise! They said I would have to find another mechanic. DUH!!

They said that they were not knowledgeable enough to rewire my car. I needed a special mechanic that could work with electrical wiring. Do you have any idea how much that is going to cost? Me either, but I would bet my ass that it is a small fortune, at least a small fortune to me. I figure no less then $800 smackers. UGH!

So, the brakes are fixed and I am back to Stage 1. Jumping my car to go anywhere or hauling two batteries up to the third floor. Yippee!!

But hey, the brakes work.

Just When You Think

2007-10-13T09:38:00.000-07:00

It is safe and I will be Drama free. (in the best evil laugh) Muahhhhh ahhh ahhhh!!

So, I get moved in and unpacked, roomie free and feeling fine. I only have one thing left to move. My giant TV that my Dad gave me. No way in hell am I lifting that thing up. Not with my hernia.

My boss and a gentleman from work volunteer to be my heavy lifters. I am thrilled. I promise them that I will meet them at my old apartment at 8:30 am. See the 14 year old has to be at the bus stop then. Since my car still isn't running right, I figure kill two birds with one stone. That WAS the plan. Notice I said WAS.

My day began relatively normal. Get the monsters up, for we had things to do. I get them ready for school and traveling. We go down, I hook up the jumper box to the car and start the car. Oh wait.. no.. the car won't start. Jumper box isn't working. Well shit. So I beg for jumps from strangers. Hoping they won't think I want to be jumped physically. I keep trying to call the former roomie, since she is still at the old place, to tell her to watch for my boss. But the house phone is dead. Every time she picks it up.. it beeps and dies. So no way to tell boss man that I am trying to get there.

Finally, the car gets going and we are off. By now it is 9:00 am and I am just now leaving. I went to my car at 8:15 ick!

My boss passes me on the road, thankfully he sees me and turns around. Basically, we get the TV moved and my son is late for school.

I get back home with a sigh of relief, thinking that is the end of my drama for the day. Boy, was I wrong. My youngest locked both of us out of the bathroom. Now I can't get ready for work. Everything I need is in there: bras, panties, make-up, hairdryer. You get the picture. I spend a half an hour trying to get in the potty. One stab to the finger and one cut later, there is success. I still missed the meeting. I am due to work again at 5:00 pm so I have enough time to get my son from the bus stop.

I tell you, I can be so wrong sometimes. The car refuses to be started yet again. I get another jump. Wooo Hooo!! I am going to be somewhere on time!!! NOT!! The brakes go out on one of the busiest streets there is in Jacksonville. Great huh? I manage to get the car home. Call my boss and tell him what is going on. I am practically in tears from frustration. He comes to get me. He can only take me to work. So now I am at work with a four year old. My fourteen year old is stuck at the bus stop. He has no clue. Luckily someone from work, lets me borrow their car real quick so I can go and get him. He is freaking out, thinking that I forgot him, by the time I arrive.

I end up with two kids stuck at work with me. I was managing that night. Thankfully, I have some of the most understanding bosses alive.

So much for being drama free for awhile.

Oh, and the car is now in the shop. I pray it doesn't cost a fortune.

WHEW!!!!!

2007-10-11T10:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry to have been missing in action. But I am back!!

I went to the charity to try to get help. They wouldn't help because I made $244.00 too much. I would have received help if Fanny would have given me her information and the information of her children. She said she didn't have it. Oh well. So it became official that I was going to lose my apartment. And you know what? I really didn't care. Sad, yet true.

I moved. YIPPEE!!!! I moved!!! I have a place of my own, just for my children and me. I am so thrilled. There is no room for a roommate, so even if I do go stupid again, I will not be able to let my idiotic side take over and say "Come on and move in with me." I really am known for that.

Peace and quiet at last, unless you count the monsters picking on each other. Just had to let you all know, that everything is relatively quiet for now!!!

What's Happening! Part 5

2007-09-29T22:07:00.000-07:00

Okay.. the final installment. I have kept you waiting far too long. But I just got home from work, so technically it is Sunday. Either way, here goes.

The little things that reached my ears didn't bother me so much. It was the big things that finally reached my ears that set me off the deep end. And not is a pretty way.

A neighbor, we shall call her Alise, was telling me all kinds of horrors. She told me that Fanny had gotten $1,500.00 in the last two months. Alise also stated that Fanny was going to call child protection on me for having my 14 year old babysit sometimes, that Fanny was going to call my work and pretend to be other people complaining and get my fired, Fanny was going to take my DVD's out of the cases and sell them and finally, Fanny was going to have a friend rob my apartment and steal what little I do own. The more Alise talked, the angrier I became. I was seriously livid by the time I arrived home.

I sent my children to our room, with the order to stay put. I called Fanny out to the living room, stated we needed to talk privately. She sent her children back into her room.

I basically said something to this effect. "I am going to say something, I do not want to be interrupted. I am going to speak my mind and what I say is final."

She said, "Okay."

I told her everything that was said to me and told her because of that she had until 4:00 the next day to get the hell out.

She started screaming at me, so I yelled back. I told her I wasn't playing games. She could go quietly or I would have the police remove her. She said I couldn't throw her out, that she had squatters rights. Then started cussing away. I yelled, I am not going to (yest I used the f bomb) fucking listen to her mouth. Then proceeded to leave the room. She jumped on the phone and called her mother.

Next thing I know, her mother (whom I respect) wants to talk to me. So I speak to her mother. I tell her why I did what I did. Her mother then tells me how she has heard Alise talking trash about me to Fanny, anytime Fanny is on the phone with her. I hear so much mean things that Alise, whom I believed, said about me. I calmed down towards Fanny and began to listen to her side and her mothers. Fanny's mother swore to me that Fanny had no money. Hell, apparently she was bumming money all the time from her mother.

Turns out, Alise was playing both of us for fools. She was saying things, spiteful and hateful things, all lies, to keep us angry at each other. I have no clue as to why. None whatsoever. The whole thing is seriously stupid.

Fanny finally received some assistance and is putting groceries in the house. That has relieved a big burden off of my shoulders. Things are back to normal for now. I let her stay, only because she said she should be out soon. That she believes she has a place to go. Also, because I believe her mother over both Alise and Fanny.

No more hiding in my room. Peace and quiet are abounding. Things are calm.

Not too worried about her being here anymore. Thanks to her not working for so long. I managed to get far enough behind, that unless the charity office helps me Monday. I will be evicted. Sadly, I don't care. At least the next place I go, will not be big enough for any roommates. That way my kind, stupid ass heart won't get in the way anymore.

Whew.

Eggstatic!!!

2007-09-28T12:07:00.002-07:00

I know, I know.. you are wanting part 5.... I promise I will post it tomorrow. But for now, I won an award and just had to show it off.

Dixie Chick felt I deserved this and I am ever so grateful. Make sure you check her out. She is hilarious.

I am passing it on to Trivial Tiffairs. She keeps it real and speaks her mind. Make sure you give her a shout when you stop by.

Also a new blog but not a new blogger. Check out Sickle Cell Can Kiss My Ass written by our own Bad Girl, Vixen! Talk about keeping it real. She lets you know all about the disease, how it effects her and how it pisses her off.

Most of you read either Soccer Mom In Denial and Jenn In Holland, what you may not know is that they have a joint blog together. It is always worth a look. Especially since it has artistic photography on it. So check out Looking Into, a wordless blog, but a wonderful place to be sure.

Okay.. tomorrow.. part 5.

Life Rating

2007-09-27T08:41:00.000-07:00

We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for.... This Life Rating Quiz. I took it off of Cat House Teri's Site. I had to give it a try.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	5.4
Mind:	6.3
Body:	4.5
Spirit:	6.3
Friends/Family:	6
Love:	0.8
Finance:	4.1
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

I sucked LOL!

What's Happening! Part 4

2007-09-25T18:43:00.000-07:00

So. As I mentioned before, I asked her to leave. She said, "I have no place to go." I said, "You should have thought of that sooner." I then walked away. As I mentioned. I was done. I proceeded to keep my kids and myself even further away from her, as she continued to keep herself away from me and mine. Basically, we were both hiding out in our rooms. Avoiding each other. She was tying up the phone lines trying to find a place to live.

At the end of her two week deadline. She insists that we talk. I decided to listen, if for nothing else, entertainment purposes.

She breaks down crying. Literally, bawling her eyes out. Apologizing. The works. She had called everyone she knew and none of them would help her. It was beg me or go to a homeless shelter. So she begged, apologized and pleaded.

As she did this, I just looked at her and watched. Finally, I told her what I felt. I told her (and yes I know what your thinking), that the only way she can stay is if things change back to the way they were before. I told her I wasn't going to put up with any bullshit. NaDa!

We started from scratch. Things went well for about three weeks. Then little things here and little things there was reaching my ears. Things that she had supposedly said or did. Such as, she had been receiving money and wasn't helping.

You guessed it all Hell was about to break loose again.

Sorry, but there is a part 5. But I promise it will be the last entry on the What's Happening thread.

What's Happening! Part 3

2007-09-22T00:01:00.000-07:00

Back to our regularly scheduled bitching.

I finally began to feel trapped in my own house. I was trapped previously by not having a car. Finally, I get a car and I am still stuck because it doesn't work. She was constantly yelling and basically driving me and my children nuts.

So I moved my computer and television to my bedroom. If I am going to hide out in it, by God I am going to have my life lines. I thought her eyeballs were gonna bug out when I started moving things into my room.

For about two weeks I pretty much hibernated with my kids in my room. Unless we could get out and leave. That seemed to tick her off more. I just reached a point where I couldn't take it any more. So I called Fanny into the living room and told her. "I am sorry, this isn't working out. I tried. You need to start looking for somewhere else to go." I didn't give her a time limit.

Two more weeks go by, she is still here. I decide to have another conversation with her and all hell breaks loose. She called me lazy. And I let her have it. I am not one to keep quiet. I sent the kids outside and I told her off. Big Time! She said, "You say I haven't put any money in here. But I bought groceries."

I laughed and shouted back, "You have got to be kidding me? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that fact that you put $300 in groceries, but let me tell you what I have spent in three months." I listed the bills and how much money. Here is the estimate of what I told her in full. Basically, it rounded out to about $4,000.00. Then I finished off with, "And you have the nerve to throw your $300 in my face?"

Well she didn't like that too well. SO I told her she had one week. Then she had to be out. I was done.

There is a Part 4.

Sad huh?

What's Happening! Part 2

2007-09-16T19:48:00.000-07:00

You can bet your butt, there will be a Part 3. Just giving you a heads up.

So I let the lady and her kids move in with me. Since she has a two year old. I give up my master bedroom. So she can keep her son in the room with her, as was her wish. More and more stuff gets crammed into her room. Next thing I know she has dogs. Chihuahuas. No biggie. They are small.

The next day after she moves in she tells me she quit her job. Because she doesn't have a car and her place of employment is on the other side of town. "Oh shit!" immediately goes through my head. She takes her last paycheck and puts groceries in the house. I never seen the money or the receipt, but she says it was Two hundred dollars worth. She buys some groceries one more time. I will give her the benefit of the doubt and say it was a hundred dollars worth.

That is all she has put in to finances in three months time.

She did acquire another job about two weeks after she moved in. She worked that for a week. Then quit. I never seen any of that money. She gets money from some where, because I constantly see McDonald's containers and cups.

So basically I have been solely supporting a family of six. I can barely support a family of three. I put five dollars worth of snacks in my room. She found out and all hell broke loose. She literally went crazy about that. I mean it is MY money. And if I want something special put up for my kids. I have that right. She bitches about everything. It is like I am married. I am the husband and I am coming home to a shrew of a wife. Plus I still am not getting any sex. Sheesh. Trust me, I don't want to sleep with her. That was just a joke. I like men.

She tells people I am lazy. Because I don't constantly clean the house when I am home. Fuck that and fuck her. I work six days a week.. two to three of them are doubles. She isn't working at all or paying for anything. Then she rants and raves to everyone who will listen that I am a lazy bitch. So what. I clean. I just am not going to spend every minute of my short, spare time cleaning. I spend it with my children.

Her son gets into everything. She just sighs and says, " No." Yet if someone else tells him no or tells her to stop him. She gets pissed and yanks the toddler by the hand and marches off to her room and stays in there.

Does that sound sane to you?

Part Three coming soon.

What's Happening! Part 1

2007-09-12T10:27:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the long term absence. They don't call me the Real Life Drama Queen for nothing. Besides having difficulty getting my license and car. I was dealing with The Roommate from Hell.

I know in the past I told you all that she was great. Well apparently she has multiple personalities. All hell broke loose here. It is my punishment for being too damn nice for my own good.

I took her in because she and her children had no where to go. I have a HUGE soft spot for children. Always have.. always will.

Basically, this is how I gained her as a roommate.

I work with her mother. The roomie, we shall call, Fanny. Fanny's mother works with me, she told me how her daughter was living with her boyfriend's family. That they were not getting along and were going to throw her daughter out on the streets. Fanny's mother had heard I was looking for a roomie to help with bills. I told her I would have to meet Fanny first and see if we would be compatible. The next day, I receive a phone call from Fanny introducing herself. We talked for a bit and I thought she seemed rather nice. We set up a time to meet.

The day after that, I get another phone call. This one seriously dramatic. Fanny is crying and apologizing. She says that her current roomies have insisted that she leave by the next day. Me being the softy that I am, tell her to come on and move it. I REFUSE to see children on the streets if I can help someone out. She then starts crying in thanks.

Now you may ask, "Why doesn't her mother let her move in with her?" Well, Fanny's step-dad has been diagnosed with Terminal Cancer. He doesn't have much time left. Noise and such can irritate him and his condition. Anyone with children, knows they are noisy. That is the explanation. At least how I have received it.

Wouldn't You Know It

2007-08-31T22:08:00.000-07:00

Well I DID IT! I got my license after all of that drama. I got insurance. I even paid my dad all the money I owed him. Finally I got my car. Let me tell you I was so excited, I could hardly contain my joy. I went to work all smiles and sunshine. I am never sunshine LOL. I work, I drove home, I parked the car and because I wanted to make sure for my peace of mind, I tried to start the car back up.

And wouldn't you know it? The damn thing is still broke. The same problem is wrong with it. Does anyone know a great mechanic? One that can answer my questions and knows what he is talking about? I swear. After all of that drama, all of that money, I am still faced with, if I drive the car too far, I am stranded.

Something is draining the battery. Now I know what some of you are thinking. It could be as simple as an alternator. Nope, wrong answer. I have installed two alternators, two batteries, a solenoid(sp?), a mapping unit and a starter. All to no avail. Something is still draining my car. So now I have transportation, but God forbid I go to far from home. I might not make it back.

Any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Screaming In Frustration

2007-08-23T20:39:00.000-07:00

I have HAD IT!!! I literally almost screamed in frustration at the Department of Motor Vehicles today. After all of the stuff that has happened in regards to acquiring my license, I thought I had all of my bases covered. I was wrong.

I called the DMV two weeks ago. The one in Florida, to be precise. I asked them specifically what I needed in order to receive my license. They said, I would just need the typical photo identification, proof of paying my reinstatement fee and my social security card. This morning before I left to go to the DMV, I called and asked them again. I was told the exact same thing. So with a happy heart, I gather everything I needed and everything they told me I needed as well. Another good friend of mine was happy to take me there and we walked in the door with excitement, that after today, I would be driving again.

Boy was I WRONG!! I stand in line, I tell the nice man I am here to get my Florida license. I show him all of my information, he then politely tells me, "You need your birth certificate." Now most people wouldn't think anything of handing over their birth certificate. On a normal day, neither would I. But see, my proof of my birth is in a nicely packed box, in storage, in Indiana. It was one of the things I could not find, before I left for Florida. I haven't needed it for years, so I wasn't worried about having it. That is, of course, until today.

Apparently, when you go to apply for a license in Florida, if you have had a prior license in certain states, the birth certificate is required, because those twenty states have high fraudulent identifications. Naturally, me being me. I am again screwed. I now have to spend even more money to get my birth certificate and to get it expedited quickly to me.

Fourier?? How do I contact those damn Murphy God's? You said I must have pissed them off, now I want to let them know how pissed off I am and give them a reason to be mad at me. LOL.

Zoey. Nope, wasn't kidding about the real life drama. I have even more shit going on in my life right now. And when I get the license part taken care of, I will tell you all about how my wonderful roomie, went psycho crazy.

So Close Yet So Far

2007-08-19T19:52:00.000-07:00

The above picture is my Sister and my Youngest. Cute aren't they?

So, here is the update.

I talked to my Dad and he was willing to put of selling my car for a week. On the grounds that I get my license. Which I didn't have the money for. Thankfully I have one hell of a boss. No JOKE! My boss loaned me the money to get my license back. How is that? Amazing huh? Well he put it in the form of a personal check. My identification is from Indiana, so I couldn't cash it.

I then signed it over to a friend of mine and she deposited it into her bank account. I had to wait a day for the funds. She brought me the cash the next day. I called all the placed I needed to contact in Indiana and found out it was going to have all be done by mail. Which would take forever. So I made a bunch of phone calls to my friends in Indiana to see if one of them would be willing to go and pay all the fines. I found two. The first one was willing, but unable to do so because of working. The second took the time off. By this time I had turned all of the cash into the appropriate money orders I needed. BIG MISTAKE! I needed to Western Union the money up north. Western Union will only take cash. So it was back to the back with my friend. We had to redeposit the money orders and wait for the cash again. I wanted to scream. I am on a time limit. I was only given a week and it had already been four days.

I finally get the money sent. My friend picks up the money, but has ran out of time. He can't do it for two more days. ICK! He finally is able to do it on Friday. He pays one. No problem. He goes to pay the second. He arrives at the destination at forty-five minutes past Noon. The place is closed. They closed at 12:30. What the hell? A courthouse closed at 12:30 on a Friday? Nothing he can do about it. He was my only hope. He proceeds on though, to the third place. He arrives there to a huge line. He stands there and off goes the power and the computers are totally crashed. By this time I am thinking I have royally pissed off God and he is determined for my car to be sold. He sticks around there though and they get everything back up and running. I am thankful. He only has one more place to go. The problem is, he can't go to the final place, not until he goes to the second place first. He is out of time, and I am out of hope.

I decided to have him drop off all of the information to my ex-husband. He can't to it, but maybe my first friend can on her next day off. I get lucky. She is going to do it on Wednesday.

So hopefully by Friday at the latest, I will be driving! Keep your fingers crossed and send me some good wishes. I really need them before I go fucking mad. LOL

Trapped In My Apartment

2007-08-08T21:05:00.000-07:00

To those of you who read my blog on a regular basis, you know that I recently moved from Indiana to Florida. I just up and moved. I had the chance to reconnect with my Father, whom I didn't know, and I took it.

After I moved here I discovered that my license was suspended. I didn't have a car, so I wasn't really worried about it, at first. Then my dad bought me a car (see above pic). I know it is an older car, but call me a sucker for the classics. I love this car. Of course I found out my license was suspended after he purchased the car. He then in turn took the car back from me. Since it was still in his name. He stated that once I acquired my license again, the car would be mine. Well, the car was needing quite a bit of work, so I wasn't too upset.

So I have been having one financial trouble after another and have yet to get my Driver's License. I want to scream in frustration from being basically stuck in my apartment or at work. I have to beg for rides from friends to the grocery store. I take a Taxi which I can't afford to go to work. How am I supposed to save money for a license if I can't go out and look for a second job?

The other day, my dad told me he is going to sell my car unless I get the DL. Well fuck a duck! So should I pay rent and have a place to live or get my license, hope I can pay rent and have a car? I give up. I can't do both, yet I need to do both. I need $600. Not so much, but when your a single struggling mom like me, it is a fortune. Hell, half of my stuff is still in Indiana. I just want to be able to go to the damn store when I need too. Get my kids to school, if they miss the bus. But I have been stuck in this God forsaking house for the better part of five months and all I want to do is scream. If he sells my car, then I get a license, I am going to still be stuck here because there is no way in Heaven or Hell I can afford to buy one on my own. So I will continue to be stuck in an apartment, begging for rides or paying out the ass for them.

I just want to SCREAM!!

Thing Number 7 Explained

2007-08-04T22:49:00.001-07:00

I can honestly say I have been avoiding this particular post. That is the reason for the delay in this explanation. It just brings back some rough memories.

I married the man I went with to the prom. Now we didn't marry directly out of high school. We had an off again, on again relationship until I was twenty. When we finally married, I was pregnant at the time. Though we did not wed because of the pregnancy. I refused. Eventually, because I loved him, the wedding commenced.

We had several very happy years together. We struggled financially, as the majority of married couples do. No matter how we tried, we never got finances in order. We lived in the ghetto. Struggling in dead end jobs. Raising our son and living next to my grandmother, whom helped us out more times then I can remember.

We eventually got lucky and a friend of ours sold us his old computer for a reasonable price. We then in turn, got hooked to the Internet. We did what we thought was the smart thing. Our online friends were mutual. I became really close to one lady in particular. I trusted her completely. See, almost every female friend I had in the past had stolen from me, broke my trust or in the end, slept with my husband. I ended up telling this woman about how my husband had cheated on me. It was with hope that she might help me. I needed someone to talk to, to trust. In order to save my marriage. It was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made, in my life.

He, naturally, was friends with her too. I introduced them. After all, his friends were my friends and vice versa. So every time they talked, I didn't think anything of it. Again, my mistake.

Vixen can vouch for this next part.

He ended up telling me, and I quote, "I love you, but I am not in love with you. I love someone else." That was a HUGE shock to me. We had no more female friends. I refused to be around women after the cheating episodes. When I asked him who and he told me. I was floored. Then I was pissed. I slapped him silly and threw him out. She eventually left her husband for my husband. With nothing but pictures sent between them. There is much more to tell, but it is nothing but hateful and hurtful memories.

The main problem I have from all of this, I am afraid of love. That is the truth. Even my youngest sons father, didn't get close emotionally to me. That is probably the main reason for my non dating lifestyle. I have always been a one man kind of woman. I always will be.

Now I am faced with finding one man. That scares the shit out of me. I can honestly say, I would rather be alone then to ever feel pain, like I had in my past, ever again. I loved my ex-husband completely. Maybe too much. Such is the mistakes we make in life.

I am sure you will forgive me, if I never broach this subject again.

Thing Number 5 and 6 explained

2007-07-30T13:06:00.000-07:00

Please let me know if you are tired of reading the explanations. Believe me when I say I have plenty of drama to write about.

Number 5: Celibacy

Believe it when I say it is no great burden. It is a choice I have made. I have been divorced for over six years. I tried the whole dating game and found it lacking. Probably since the last time I had really dated was in High School. As outgoing that I am. When it comes to men that I am attracted to, I am reserved. Rather contradictory to my personality, to those who know me well.

So after dating a few men that only wanted a physical relationship with me, and me being stupid and indulging them. I chose to go celibate and to try not dating. The results has been some quiet dateless years. Eventually, if a gentleman is brave enough. I will resume dating. If he is lucky enough, he will break my celibacy streak. I hope he has the stamina. LOL

Number 6: DVD's

I am just a movie freak. If I hadn't been robbed a few times I am sure I would have about a 1,000 movies by now. Movie's are my special treat. I rarely drink, I don't date or go out partying and due to the previous, you know I don't have sex. SO, I buy me a movie here or there as a reward, so to speak. Funny thing is, I have more Books then movies.

Thing Number 4 Explained

2007-07-21T10:15:00.001-07:00

This one is fairly simple. But it was fun. My cousin was a hair stylist for the movie. The filmed in Indianapolis, Indiana. My home town. Surprisingly enough, since it was almost twenty years ago, that I remember it fairly well.

I was fifteen at the time. So meeting those actors made my jaw drop. To this day I still swear that Charlie Sheen is better looking in person and the camera doesn't do him justice. John Cusack was rude. He literally shocked me with his attitude. D.B. Sweeney was sweet. It was a very interesting day. I got invited to a Hollywood style party. I was so THRILLED. I didn't get to go. My grandmother wouldn't let me. I was so ticked off.

I sat in the bleachers off and on. I was a person in the crowd. Dressed in a dowdy old style jacket and an ugly hat. I sat behind two very beautiful women. The were dressed in expensive style older closes. You could just tell by looking at them, that they were "girlfriends" of a couple of the actors. Not sure whose, but they were very nice to me and talked to me most of the day.

Even more interesting is the fact that I have NEVER seen this movie. I keep meaning too, but just never have done so. My cousin swears she seen me in it. Until I watch it, I will just have to believe her.

Simple, yet true.

Thing Number 3 Explained

2007-07-17T18:03:00.000-07:00

First off, I am honored to have been given my first Blogger Award. Soccer Mom thinks I have Schmooze! I am tickled pink.

Now for what some of you have been waiting oh so patiently for, an explanation. In case you are wondering why and what I am explaining, scroll down.

This one is probably going to be the hardest one to explain. So much detail will need to be given, but I will endeavour to do my best to keep it short and simple.

When I was two, my parents got a divorce. They went their separate ways. I lived with my mother for a time, then my father came to get me. I lived with him for a time. I don't really remember too much about that. I do remember getting on an airplane. Being picked up at an airport, by my Aunt and her husband. They are the ones that adopted me. I lived with them from the time I was six, until right after my twelfth birthday. I remember not being happy. I also remember several events about being treated unfairly. It wasn't a fun childhood.

My father came to visit me when I turned twelve. He took me away from "that" life. I lived with him for a time. He then went somewhere, private and personal, for the military. During that time, my grandmother took care of me. She took the people who had adopted me to court and got full custody of me. I still have the adoption certificates. Each copy has something different on it. All of them were signed by people who are or rather were related to me, in some way. My grandmother raised me for the rest of my days.

Until recently, I thought my father didn't want me. Funny the things you find out when you reach 35. I found out that not only was my adoption illegal when I was younger, but that my grandmother fought dirty and made me believe my dad didn't want me. I was lied to the majority of my life. I learned that he sent money and made phone calls. I learned he was away and unreachable during the time my grandmother pursued her adoption. Basically, I have been lied to most of my life.

First my dad sends me away to stay with family for awhile and he was taken advantage of in that situation. Then my grandmother basically does the same thing. Just this year, literally, have I actually been a part of my father's life and he a part of mine.

Scary huh?

There is so much to tell about the past. One post just will not do it justice. I am sure I will elaborate more, eventually.

Now to pass on the schmoozer award!!

Vixen: You all know and love her as the writer of The Bad Girls Guide. But what not everyone knows is that she has another excellent site. It is all about Sickle Cell Anemia. She rocks that blog like she does her Bad Girls Guide! Carry on my strong sister of the heart!

Teri: This lady says what she wants and tells it like it is. She doesn't try to Schmooze you. It just ends up being irresistible like her. Check out The Road Lester Traveled.

Zoey: An excellent writer in the journalism AND the blogger world. She always has something to say. Ever a surprise and a delight. Zoey's World will rock your world.

nml: The title of her blog is Tired of Men. Though I am sure at one point she was, she is now a new mom. Who doesn't blog enough for me. She is witty, funny and creative. You want schmooze with side splitting comedy? Go read Tired Of Men.

Thing Number 2 Explained

2007-07-14T20:18:00.000-07:00

My Oldest Above, with his ex.

I skipped Thing Number 1 because I believe it is pretty self explanatory. Since some of you expressed an interest in a larger detail, I decided to accommodate.

My oldest is 20. He is my cousin that I adopted. His birth mother is a real piece of work or shit, depends on how you look at it. She dumped him on the streets one day and disappeared. We saw her three times after that. When she showed up for three out of twelve allotted visitations. He is my son now and forever will be. He calls me Mom and doesn't care to speak of the so called low life that gave him birth. He is definitely unique. A Goth child as some call the kids today. Be that as it may, he has his head screwed on straight. Holds a job and has a girlfriend. I did have some rough times with him, but thankfully he finally grew up mentally as well as physically.

My middle child is 14. He is from my marriage. I was married for nine years to the man I went to the prom with. He has ADHD, is super smart, super messy but super lovable. He is also very protective of his younger brother.

My youngest is 4. He has a different dad. His sperm donor is a man that I knew for six years. When I told him I was pregnant, he disappeared. He has never seen his son. I hope he never does. I also hope he rots in hell for being such a dead beat. My youngest deserves better. And he has it. He has me.

That is the basics for thing number 2.

8 Things About Me

2007-07-09T19:20:00.000-07:00

I seen this on Teri's and the again on Soccer's site. I am not passing the tag along. I just thought this would be a fun thing to do today. Above is a picture of me (I am the red head) and my sister. And yes, I am a natural red head. Though I do cover up the grey now.

The Rules:

Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
Players should tag 8 other people and notify them that they have been tagged.

Here are mine!

1.) I am obsessed with pirates. Either from history, books or the movies that are out. I would have loved to been someone sailing the seven seas.

2.) I have three boys, everyone who knows me knows this, but what they don't know is that my oldest is adopted.

3.) I was illegally adopted when I was 5. Only to be reunited with my true family when I was 12.

4.) I was an extra in Eight Men Out when I was 15. I got to have breakfast with Charlie Sheen, John Cusask and D.B. Sweeney. I was in AWE!

5.) I am celibate. By choice.

6.) I collect movies. I must have 300 dvd's as of to date. Not telling you how many old VHS I own. You would laugh.

7.) I divorced my husband because he left me for a woman he never met online.

8.) I wish to start up my own Birthday Planner business one day.

I know they are not all that interesting. But hey, I gave it a shot.

Double Identies and Liars

2007-07-05T00:05:00.001-07:00

I will be the first to admit. I have several different online names. Some of them are for the same site. I will also be the first to admit, I will let someone know immediately that each identity is me. Example: The Real Life Drama Queen equals Adventures In Waitressing. If I post a comment on another bloggers site and switch identities on them. I identify myself. It is the right thing to do. Explanation: I didn't know when I first entered the blogging world that I could make more then one blog under the same log in name. Therefore, The Real Life Drama Queen came about.

Now for the real subject of this post. I love to read. I have several authors, that I enjoy so much, I have read their books several times. Enjoyed their books so much that I frequent a few bulletin board sites. Membership has its privileges. Each site plays a game. The game is you get to "claim" a man from one of the books. That fictional man is now yours to pretend in games and such, act like he is real, whatever you wish. Some might think it is strange, but it is nice to live in a fantasy land at times. Anyway, the ladies on these boards enjoy that part of it, as well do I. There I have several names as well. But again, I have identified myself and the ladies know every one of my names.

The problem "we"(IE the ladies of the board) have right now. Is someone else created another name, pretended to be a whole different person and claimed a second man for the games. I know this seems small time. Really it is. It is just the principal of it all. It isn't fair. When new members join and wish to participate, there is now one man less for them to choose from. Not to mention the girl is a liar. What I don't understand the most is, how can you pretend to be every ones online friend and betray their trust at the same time? There are quite a few ladies who have discovered this double identity person out. We have proof to confront her. The ladies that know want to approach her with problem, but are leery. Because when one person causes a problem. There is always that small chance that catastrophe will ensue.

It is a shame really. I have been dwelling on this for along time. I am just amazed at even online, drama can follow you everywhere.

Manic Monday

2007-06-26T23:21:00.000-07:00

Well did you honestly think the drama wouldn't come back?? It would betray the title of my blog entirely if it wasn't.

My day had an interesting start. I woke up, went to get in the shower to get ready for work, and my ride to work showed up forty minutes sooner then I would have ever imagined. So, no shower before work. ICK! I had feeling skanky. I had a shower the night before, but still, I demand my morning shower. Work was work, cheap tippers abounded. Normal.

I get home and here is the real fun.

First thing, one of my good friends, whom I know does not like children, openly tells me she doesn't like my son. I was personally offended. She says, "Well he is afraid of a chameleon and a frog. And he is constantly stating the obvious." My response, "WTF! Grow up, he is ONLY four. What do you expect him to do? Come out of the womb fully educated and talking?" I left it off at that. I just walked away. I wasn't in the mood for drama that day. I continue up the three flights of stairs to open my door. Walking thankfully into an air conditioned apartment, I am greeted with the mail.

The water company felt free to send me a disconnect notice. So I felt compelled to give them a phone call. The bill was paid two weeks ago, on time. They found my payment and retracted the late fee. Drama evaded.

What did I tell ya about my sister? She is good for drama. The phone rings. It is her, in hysterics. Crying. Saying she got into a fight with her Mom, (She is my half sister). A verbal one. But her Step Father felt free to drag her through the house, literally. Smacked her and threw her into a wall. I had to make arrangements to go and get her. Of course I had to lie to her mother, saying I didn't know anything was wrong. That I was calling to see if she wanted to come over and be here for the arrival of my other son. Then I had to listen to her mother telling me her side of it all.

I finally get off the phone with my sister's mom. As I am picking up the phone to call my sister, the roomie's children come running inside crying. Apparently some teenage boys stole her son's necklace. So the police where then called. I let her take care of that situation. I have other calls to make. I set up arrangements to finalize my son's arrival, get my sister out of danger and track down the perpetrators. It is now two hours since I left work. I FINALLY get to go to my room and change into normal clothing.

They never did catch the kids. My sister is here and is a slob. I am a clean freak. She is being made to change her ways. I think that is a good thing. She is 21 and it is time to grow up. Even if it is just a little bit.

Nothing ever stays normal in this house for long. At least it is never dull!

My New Roomie

2007-06-23T22:44:00.000-07:00

I can honestly say, "I think I won the jackpot!" I found a roommate that is an even bigger clean freak then me. The only thing bad about it, is that when I go to clean something, she has usually started cleaning it first. I am really at my wits end. Not used to having someone around the helps keep up. Drama free at last, at least for today, I am drama free at last!!

Sorry. .. had to brag.

Even better, ten phone calls and seven days later, my son will be flying in on Thursday!!

Sorry, no drama to report. Things are actually going smooth for a change. Don't worry. I will call my sister tomorrow. She is always up to something!

Frustrated In Florida

2007-06-20T23:05:00.000-07:00

So today begins quite normally enough. A pleasant wake up from a pleasant little boy. A nice breakfast and good company, seeing as I now have a new roommate. Things did not stay this way for long, naturally, or the name of this blog would be something entirely different.

Regular readers and friends know that my 14 year old has been staying with his father to finish up his school before relocating down to Florida with me. I let him finish up his school year with his old school to make transition easier. I must say I have not been happy without him these last few months. But such is life. I finally made the money to purchase his plane ticket for the long journey to his new home. I called the airline and everything went smoothly. That is until I tried to pay for the ticket. I personally don't own a credit card. One less bill I have to pay, trust me when I say I have enough of them already. So I gave the money to a friend of mine and we thought we were set. Wrong! For some reason her credit card would not go through. So we called the bank and got the problem fixed. Called the airline again and they proceed to quote me that my reservation price has went up a hundred dollars. Six phone calls and a very aggravated mother later. Problem is still not fixed. So my son was supposed to arrive to a very excited and impatient mother, tomorrow. His departure has now been delayed. I haven't flown anywhere since I was 5 years old, and my new experience with the airlines today have not inspired me to get on a plane anytime soon.

That I thought would have been the highlight drama of my day. Again I was wrong. My sister, ever the dramatic one, proceeded to to call and complain about her problems of getting a car ride from one destination to another. Then she manages to turn it into a full fledged fight with her step sister. To top it off, she calls our dad and tells him that my oldest (20) called him an asshole. So now my father is mad at me for something I didn't do. Like I can control what a twenty year old says. All of this and I didn't even leave the house or call anyone but my son and my ex-husband. I am beginning to think moving to Florida has become more trouble then it is worth.

I know the drama is mild, but if my sister wasn't so self centered and the airlines weren't such a rip off and my son could learn to shut his mouth. I do believe I would have had a more pleasant day.

Oh well, such is life.

Speaking Your Mind!

2007-06-18T20:41:00.000-07:00

I have decided to let someone vent here. It is a place where she can say what she wants and not have to worry about any consequences. Today's guest blogger has spoken to me about her Real Life Drama. She has something to say to a certain someone that is NOT a part of the blogger sphere. In writing the following, she has been able to relieve tension and not stir up a hornets nest in her own home. Please enjoy this venting post!

"I took you in because you were going to a homeless shelter with his son. I took you in, gave you food to eat, my kindness, my friendship and you turned around and stabbed me repeatedly in the front and back. Well as of today I'm officially done with you.

I can't do this anymore. I can't keep living in this jail for the sake of the children. The children are worse off when we all bicker and fight. They will never learn conflict resolution; instead they learn manipulation and bitchery.

Just because you had the fortune of knocking yourself up again with my husband 5 years ago doesn't give you the right or liberty to run my house. He's not married to you for a reason---you are a psycho nutcase. Stop being a jealous, overbearing, over reacting, over sensitive charity project and make something of yourself.

My sixth sense told me that something was going to be wrong, very, very wrong when you moved back here and now I just feel that no matter what I do or say, I'm always misconstrued. I don,t want to feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells trying to please everybody in my OWN DAMN HOUSE THAT I PAY RENT FOR!

Fuck. Off. Now.

Seriously. I can't take it anymore and I mean that in the most constructive way possible. The next time there is an argument of this magnitude, not only will I fight you physically---I will explode. So I suggest you handle your shizz and get yourself in order.

Fuck feelings. Your feelings don't matter. If you are so concerned about your kids, then you wouldn't pick fights where there are none. I'm not a saint, and I don't have kids for a reason---I CHOOSE to be childfree because I have neither the inclination nor purpose to procreate as my sole purpose on this earth. I'm making something of myself, doing things and achieving so much in this world. So for you to denote that I'm a lesser person because I have none is a ridiculous claim to make yourself feel better than the pathetic creature you are.

The world is so wide, one's purpose so great that limiting yourself as a vessel and incubator isn't the grandest thing in the world. Anyone can spread their legs and fucking get pregnant. You did nothing special, you are nothing. Get over your so called high moral chair of what a good mother you are, it's completely deluded. You are the lousiest mother I've ever seen and I pray that your kids aren't forever scarred from the crazy situations and instability you've put them through.

While we are speaking of deluded, if you got off your butt and got a real JOB then maybe you wouldn't have to live off family, friends, the government and the men you beguile with your uterus. Stop being a fucking charity case and grow the fuck up.

You aren't a good example of a person so don't point your fingers in my face like you are better than me. None of your 6 kids by 4 different men are even trying to better themselves. They are just following the same stupid cycle that you birthed them into. Your one daughter is 17, pregnant and married to a drug dealing violent abuser.

Your so called disability why you can't work! IT'S CALLED LAZINESS. There is nothing wrong with you physically that detracts you from getting a job. Don't blame us because your damn disability check isn't here on time. And don't expect handouts from him.

No matter what you say or do, he will always take my side over yours. You are his baby mama---nothing more, so get over yourself already. He's never going to defend or support you because all that you spout comes from that bitter place that you keep inside. No matter what you say or do, he will always love and cherish me more than he ever cared for you. Could it be because I'm the perfect match for him, and your cougar cradle robbing self isn't?

I'm sick of being painted as the villain when all I want to do is to live in peace. If you and him can't get along because of your fucking insecurity and mental issues, then that is your problem. Don't pull me in the middle of the drama you create, I refuse to be a part of it.
You are a manipulative bitch and I'm sick of your lies and drama. want you out of my house yesterday. I'm so over you. "

Let us hope that her Drama gets easier to handle, shall we?

Spiders, Friends and Pranks Oh My!

2007-06-16T21:03:00.001-07:00

The picture is basically what this blog will be about today. I HATE spiders! I don't care if they are the tiniest size of a gnat to the size of a Tarantula. I HATE spiders.

Just call me stupid. I found out a friend of mine owns a tarantula and now her boyfriend is insistent of trying to bring me one as a gift. Over his dead body. I have now received cell phone pics of my youngest(who is four) holding the loved "pet." I would show it to you, but have no clue how to get the pics from my phone to online. I have been told that every growing boy needs a pet and that he will be coming home with one tomorrow. I seriously doubt he will buy my son a spider, but I have no doubt that I am going to be opening my front door one day to him holding his tarantula. Screaming hysterics will abound. Did I mention I hate spiders??

Pranks can be fun, but have you ever had someone playing a prank on your fears? I find those to be the worst and not funny at all. Everyone has a fear, something small like my fear of spiders, to something as big as claustrophobia. But you wouldn't in jokes and games lock a person with claustrophobia in a closet. That is just cruel and no fun at all. Don't get me wrong, I have done plenty of pranks in my younger days. Occasionally, I still do. Keeps a person young. Just don't be cruel about it.

Needless to say, if I open my front door and find a man and a spider. My friends little boy will be out a "pet" and my friend will be out a "boyfriend."

If I end up in jail, I will make sure someone lets you know.

Cleaning House

2007-06-06T10:11:00.000-07:00

Ever tried to clean a house with two four year old boys? If you haven't, you should give it a try. You will not only end up with a clean house, but with plenty of exercise. It takes twice as long to clean then it would with only one running around. Especially since these boys are friends. And they seem to think every toy in the house should be scattered over every inch of walking space. It is quite a challenge to be sure. Nothing like picking up one toy and putting it away to, then finding two more in its place. Finally managed to conquer their messy madness.

The imagination of a child knows no bound and it is always amazing to watch them use it. One of them just came out crawling with a ball in his mouth barking, while chasing the other one.

Let's just say, I am having a low drama day. Loving it and the show I am getting.

Above is my monster. I don't have a pic of the other one.. for he is not mine. But had to show one of them off.

The Power Of Friendship

2007-05-25T22:54:00.000-07:00

I have been going through a lot lately. Finances are just spindling further down and no matter how hard I work or what I do they keep getting worse. But some of the events of the last few days have led me to believe that hope in this world is most definitely not lost.

I will start from the beginning. I thought I had planned perfectly my move. NOT! I tried to save money by renting a van and only taking what I absolutely needed, because I didn't want to spend a fortune on a U-Haul. Big mistake. HUGE! So I left a bunch of my stuff in my home state. I also left my teenage son there to finish out the last few months of school. I didn't want him to have to change so close to the end of a school year. I planned for a baby sitter, before I left. I transferred through my work. So no job hunting. I rented an apartment site unseen, even making sure it was close enough to my work, because I knew I was going to be taking a taxi for a few months. I had to leave my car. It wouldn't make it down the street, let alone to Florida.

Everything started going wrong bit by bit. The baby sitter I had arranged backed out. They transferred me to the wrong location, not getting a U-Haul made me almost lose everything and not having a car was just plain stupid.

Believe it or not I am a bright person, I just do stupid things. So I eventually found a new baby sitter, who turned out she was pretending to be me. Told people she was me and was working at my job. I found that out after she abandoned me and caused me to lose days at work that I couldn't afford to lose. The job here is not making as much money as I am used to making and expenses here are more then what I am used to, so I kept falling further behind. Locked myself out of my house and my mailbox. Lost the keys at the beach. Oops! I ended up forgetting about a bill, because I couldn't get my mail. An important one. The electricity. There is more, but it just makes me sound like more of an idiot.

Basically it boils down to me getting further behind. Then in steps friends. The ones that everyone in this life should have and keep. One takes me everyday to work and to the new baby sitters. She tries to reject my gas money, but I refuse to allow it. One loaned me the money to turn on the electricity, I had the money the day before, but silly me. I went and bought groceries. Others have offered to send me money, which I rejected. Not because I don't need it, but because it would just make me uncomfortable. Even one amazing person from the blogger sphere tried to help out.

These amazing women are just that... AMAZING! I have had many people in my past pretend to be my friend and take advantage of that friendship. I therefore have been leery in my choices. I am blessed now. Blessed to be surrounded by some of the most amazingly generous women. Not only because they tried to help me financially, but because they have offered themselves. Not their bodies, but their spirits. Their friendship that which is genuine. In a world were people are constantly pushing others out of their way to get to the front, there are truly amazing people out there walking backwards to help the ones being trampled.

Thank You!

This blog is in thanks to the women mentioned as well as the ones not mentioned. But namely for Vixen and Teri for the fact that they are some of the few that walk backwards to stop people from getting trampled.

At My Wit's End

2007-05-17T10:38:00.000-07:00

I am standing on the edge of an abyss, people are pushing me even closer to it. I have reached my limits. Baby sitter's all backed out, Dad can't help, I am going to have to miss work and to top it off if I don't overnight a money order tomorrow I am going to lose all of my stuff. I don't know what to do anymore. Believe me when I say crying doesn't help. And before you ask Teri my dear.. I accept. I tried it on my own and I can't do it anymore. I have reached a time and place in my life where I am giving up hope. I don't even know if I want to write about it anymore. But since I told you this much I might as well tell the entire story.

I used to live in Indiana. I hated it there, things were not going right no matter what I did. SO.. I used my tax refund to move everything I could pack in a van and relocated to Florida. I thought a change of place would make my life better. I was right for awhile, but I ran out of the refund. I transferred with my company, and the money here is less then what I am used to making, to add to the troubles, things here are more expensive. Friends have borrowed money and not returned it, hours have been cut and that doesn't help, car has broke and I put money into it to fix it that I couldn't afford (It is still broke) and babysitters have disappeared or have other plans. I have to miss work tonight because I have no child care. Rather depressed right now. I am open to ideas.

I am sorry.. but I am to upset to even think coherently..

Inspiration

2007-05-16T20:01:00.000-07:00

I was feeling just a bit on the pissed off side so I decided dig around in my older writings. I ended up finding one of my poems that I wrote years ago and I felt like sharing with you.

Enjoy!

Grant Me
9-14-01

Grant me space
Grant me distance
Grant me time
Of least resistance

Grant me joy
Grant me love
Grant me peace
From God above

Grant me dreams
Grant me wishes
Grant me goals
And butterfly kisses

Grant me strength
Grant me a soul
Grant me life
And make me whole

Grant me tears
Grant me friends
Grant me hope
That never ends

Generosity Equals Stupidity

2007-05-14T19:44:00.000-07:00

Do you ever do something for someone and wonder in the back of your mind, while doing so, if you should? I do all the time. Not because I wish to be a suspicious person, but because of the fact that in the past someone has always burnt me. Not with fire, naturally, but with unjust acts and lies. My friend Carol whom I have complained about drama with in previous posts, is the cause of this one today. I have been wondering if she has been lying to me. Not once, but numerous times. I had yet to be able to prove it, just something about this woman doesn't add up. But yet, I had faith that she wouldn't screw me over when I agreed to help her when she was in need. Alas I was severely wrong. She came to me on Mother's Day all upset that her boyfriend used their money on something stupid. So now they could not take his mother out for Mother's Day. Fine, I accept that, I would be upset as well. She begged me to let her borrow money that I most definitely could not afford to lend her. I told her specifically that my money was for my storage payment so I wouldn't lose my stuff. I had to pay it today. No if's, No and's, No but's. She swore to me that I would have my money back today. So I let her borrow it. Her next problem is that she doesn't have a way to the bank today. Fine, I get her a ride to the bank. She then calls me and says, "I will go with my friend and be back in an hour." Alarm bells go off. I am not stupid. She is trying to avoid me now. I say, "Please let me take you. I have to have that back today. You know how important it is to me." That doesn't change her mind, she insists on having her friend take her and swears she will be back in an hour with my money. It has now at the time of me writing this post been eight hours and counting.

Why do people always have to lie and connive? There is no reason for it whatsoever. Now I could lose all of my stuff I am supposed to go and get next month over someone lying to me and making me feel sorry for them. My children's baby pictures and things my grandmother left me when she passed away. All of it and more could be gone because one woman lied to me and I was stupid enough to doubt the nagging in the back of my mind and let her. I am so pissed right now. I can't even put into words exactly how I feel. I would scream but it might wake up someone.

I recommend that if you ever get that nagging thought in the back of your mind and you decide ignore it. DON'T. Instincts are usually correct.

Sisterly Stupidity

2007-04-27T22:43:00.000-07:00

Drama again. Again not mine. But since the silly twerp is my sister, I am probably going to have to revert to my older days of being a ghetto bitch and kick some man's ass.

My sister met this man. He seemed great. Great job, very polite, good with the young ones in the family, basically all around good guy.

Boy did he have us fooled. He lied about what he did for a living, about being sent away on assignment, about everything. He left for a little over a month, he said for a class that would help him with a promotion. Lie, lie, lie.

He comes back and says to my sister, "Sorry, but I have been lying to you. I was with my ex and she is pregnant. We are going to have to break off our engagement. I am going to marry her."

ASSHOLE!!!

So to top all of that off, now my sister thinks she is pregnant. I am in a you have got to be kidding me phase now. So she calls him and tells him about that possibility. All of a sudden he is more concerned with her and her well being again. And she is stupid enough to be talking to him seriously, and even thinking of forgiving him. Then she gets mad when I tell her she is stupid.

My sister works with me and she worked with me tonight. The Jerk, as I will from here on out refer to him, comes to pick her up and has the audacity to come inside and think I wouldn't say anything to him.

"Be nice when he comes in." States my sis.

"Yeah right. If he comes in here I will punch him in his lying ass mouth."

"Please don't. I love him."

"Oh good Lord. I love you, but damn you are being stupid. I won't punch him, this time. I am at work. I can't lose my job."

That satisfies her and she walks away to continue her work. I leave the podium as well to continue with mine. The hostesses are all watching for the boyfriend. They all want to see what I will do. They know me and my mouth. I am not one to keep my mouth shut when you hurt someone I care about. He arrives and I am in the back. These crazy hostesses search me out just to tell me he is here. I have to show them some love for that. I gather what I need from the back and make a detour to him. He sees me and gives me the "Oh, Shit!" look.

Here is what I did. I put my finger up to his face and move in close so guests can't hear me and say......

"Your fucking lucky that I am at work. What I want to say and do to you I won't do here. Fuck with my sister badly again and you have me to deal with."

I know it is not the most appropriate behaviour or polite thing to say, but I will be and always have been me. If you don't like it, sorry, don't read it.

Needless to say he tells my sister on me. She approaches me and says the Jerk said you said... yada yada.. blah blah.

"So? Here you can give him this message then, since he didn't like my other one." I proceed to speak in my smart ass voice, "Awe... tattle tale on me all you want. I don't care and I'll keep speaking to him like I want."

That didn't go over too well with my sister.

Oh well. If she doesn't like the drama, she shouldn't help me create it.

From Lemonade to Lemons

2007-04-25T21:35:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wondered about buying older cars? I have. Actually, older cars have been my primary transportation for years. They are more affordable, insurance is cheaper and if your ex-husband pisses you off, they won't come near your car. Owning an older model vehicle is a good things. Unless, you let you father buy it for you, and you accept it gracefully. Then you end up putting in two alternators, two batteries, two voltage regulators, a cylinoid (sp? even the spell checker didn't know) and a starter. And the damn thing still doesn't run properly.

My work is relatively close to home, as well as the store, so losing battery power hasn't been bothering me too greatly. I have been searching for a mechanic that,

1.) Knows what he is doing.
2.) Not going to rip me off.
3.) Doesn't refuse to work on older cars like Pep Boys, (BTW Pep Boys Suck!!!!)
4.) Will find out exactly what is wrong with the car the first time.

I have not had any such luck. Still the big tank was getting me back and forth from work. Now it isn't. Either someone put something in my gas tank, or the transmission is going. Either way, I am paying my dad back two grand for a Lemon. And here I thought I got lucky and had some lemonade.

I have no clue what to do now, believe me, I did most of the before mentioned work, I am not a dumb ass regarding cars. Just the electrical system and the transmission. Not to mention, lack of tools. I am relatively limited in what I can personally do for the car.

Alas, it boils down to this. No humans were giving me drama today, so the damn car had to have a say.

The Worst Internet Pick Up Lines and Fire Cracker Responses

2007-04-20T13:18:00.000-07:00

I was goofing off online the other day. I was trying to meet my friends in a chat room and went into the wrong one. Ended up being messaged by several idiots. You know the ones I mean. The uncreative, just wanting to find someone to masturbate with kind. It got me thinking about all the times I was bored out of my mind and had no one to talk to and had decided it was about time someone made a list of all the cheesy opening pick up lines. I also felt that they deserved some great comeback lines for you to use as well.

1.) a/s/l?....Give me a break. Can't you type more then three letters? Or is creativity lost on you?

2.) Want to see my web cam?....Sorry I am not into cum stains. (I know crude)

3.) I like men and women. What do you prefer?......Intelligent conversation over keyboard masturbation.

4.) What size are your breasts?....Big enough to fit in my bra and important enough for you to keep wondering.

5.) Hi my name is Tiffany. I am so lonely. Want to have a hot chat?......I would rather poke my eyes out with a spoon.

6.) Do you watch porn? If so, want to watch me?......I would rather sleep with Michael Jackson.

That is all I could think of at the moment. I know some of them were graphic, but they are all actual messages I have received. I hope they made you laugh.

Sisters and Friends

2007-04-19T21:41:00.000-07:00

Do you ever have people around you that sometimes just drive you completely crazy? I swear if they weren't important in my life I would toss them on their ears. Stupid crap upon even more stupid crap. Personally I go to work to make money and to avoid at home drama. But these crazy women can't even leave me alone there.

I am waiting on tables, thoroughly busy and basically getting my ass kicked. At a table my cell phone rings.

My friend and babysitter, "Hey woman. I need you to find someone else to babysit tonight. I want to go out."

I am thinking, thanks for the hours notice, but reply "Let me see what I can do."

I proceed to ask my sister if she would be willing and she says she will. I think, "Wow, easy drama for once." I should have known better. My sister and my friend are at odds with each other at the moment, because they thought tattling on me to my Dad was a good thing. HA, I am 35 years old tattletale away. I don't care. They did however lose a great deal of my trust. In the end it pitted them against each other and now I have to listen to stories of. .. Well Karla said this.... yeah well Brandy said that. I just don't give a shit.

I do now, they brought it in front of my son and to my work. I do not need phone calls, in the middle of running circles about, Karol won't let me use the phone and she hung up on my mom.

Apparently it wasn't enough for me to try and call them to settle the matter. NO, they almost get into a fistfight in front of my four year old. If they had, I would have kicked both of their asses and been left standing there saying, "Who's the biatch now?" There are just some things you don't do in front of children. Fighting to the point of violence is definitely one of them.

Crazy ass women is what I have to say. You get a roomful of men together and at the end of the night with some drinks in them, they are still fine and dandy. Not fighting about, "Well Cliff said I looked fat in my shirt. He is one to talk. Have you seen him in is jeans. I think he needs to lose some of that ass."

Men just don't do that, but get a roomful of women together. You don't even need alcohol and one of them will be pissed at two or more of them by the end of the night. Women are emotional creatures, since I am one, I get that. But they can also be the most conniving bitches. Rodney Kings statement, "Can't we all just get along?" will never apply to a group of women.

I played mediator and set them straight. Forbid them to even talk to each other and said if you fight like that in front of my son again, you don't want to know what I will do to you. And these are women in their twenties. Just goes to show you that it is not only men that don't grow up. They buy expensive toys, we start drama.

The Real Life Drama Queen Reigns

2007-04-18T22:15:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the life and times of "The Real Life Drama Queen." No matter what I do, no matter who I talk to and no matter where I go, drama follows. I have even moved to a different state, where I didn't know anyone but my father, his wife and my sister whom I haven't seen in ten years. Drama followed. I wasn't even here a month and it rained down. Admittedly part of it was my fault. The rest was in trusting the wrong people to keep their mouth shut. Be careful of who you tell your secrets too. No matter how big or small. Including relatives.

I have learned in this day and age, you can trust hardly anyone. Everyone thrives on drama. Be it their own or others. Why else is Jerry Springer so popular. Where else can you find hillbillies and Ho's fighting over which relative should marry the cousin up on the auction block.

Think about it, if you have no drama in your life, you are either watching it on television, reading it in the paper or finding it online. You can't even walk down a busy sidewalk anymore and not come across someone talking trash on a cell phone. We are so in tune with drama that half of the time we don't even realize we are creating it.

Basically, it boils down to this. I have so much drama, none of it that I want, so I am going to write about it here. Share the wealth, as the saying goes. Even today on my day off, I went no where, I didn't even answer the phone. Drama came my way. The neighbor came over and borrowed my car. She doesn't care that it is not running correctly. She doesn't even put gas in it. She does however take it to WalMart and somehow manages to return empty handed and stand in my living room bitching about how she forgot her license. Another friend stops by, thinks she is pregnant. She is unmarried, been with her man for a few years and was having second thoughts about her relationship. Suddenly she is back to making things work, because the possibility of pregnancy. Scary to be sure. Drama! This was supposed to be my veg out day. The one day a week where I do nothing but goof off online and take care of my son. Instead I get to listen to others problems, offer solutions and have them rejected. If you don't want my advice don't ask for it. I mean I am only trying to help. No one listens. All I end up getting for my helpful efforts is more drama.

And that folks is why the Real Life Drama Queen Reigns.

I am sure there will be more tomorrow.

Welcoming Post

2007-04-18T14:25:00.000-07:00

Just testing this out to see if i am officially up and running.