Peanut Butter Jelly Time

I am totally exhausted, as usual...and I even got nap in today. I'm looking at a seven hour day tomorrow at the field with all three kids having games. YAY OPENING DAY!!! Better than sitting home for sure. I just hope the weather holds and there are some cool parents I can chat with. The kids are getting more and more excited as we get the finishing touches done on uniforms and pick up the last few things they need. Their excitement is contagious, and I love it! It makes the six practises a week worth it.

My boyfriend currently lives six hours away so its not like I can have him to snuggle with in the stands. I miss having him around.  I miss the goofball things he does to make me laugh. I miss having my coffee brought to me, after he has shut the alarm off and let me sleep an extra ten minutes. I miss having him in the kitchen stirring this and tasting that until he's gotten in the way enough times I banish him to the living room until dinner is ready. I miss so many things. I miss passionate kisses and multiple orgasms. Mostly I miss his smell and how soft his skin is, how he holds me or I hold him. I miss knowing at the end of the day I'll be with him.

I Heart STS

I was thinking earlier this post should be about Stove Top Stuffing. I don't buy it very often, mostly because I can honestly eat the whole box to myself and even when I'm not trying to be all healthy and stuff I know a box of Stove Top isn't quite what I should be eating (nevermind that half gallon of ice cream I would have for dessert) but every time I do ( or did buy it/and/or eat the whole box) I think "Man this shit is AWESOME!!!".  Well, I grilled some chicken tonight and made some Stove Top and the kids were lucky they even got the generous first helping much less seconds. Stove Top is as easy, or easier, to make than Ramen Noodles. You really dont have to do shit after the water boils but put the crumbs in and shut the burner off. You can over cook Ramen. I've done it. Sorry ex-brother in law who had to eat the nasty over cooked chicken Ramen. HAHAHAHAHA. You sucked anyway....

I can't stop looking

This  creeped me out. Big time.

Anais Nin

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

I think that's pretty true. And somewhat depressing. I totally believe in real love. I see couples all the time, young and old, who seem to be the picture of happy. They seem to really enjoy each other. But I wonder how many of those couples leave a party, the envy of everyone....and as soon as the car doors close a seething brood envelops them. They sit in the thick silence the entire way home. I've looked up to people in the past only to find that my idea of them, and their perfect presentation of them,  was nothing close to the reality. It really fractured my belief in marriage and truth. I felt like if it can happen to them, well then what hope is there for the rest of us? But I still totally believe in real love.

HOLY TOLEDO!

I just burned the crap out of dinner. (Ok, well only one side of dinner). And the grill wasn't even set on high. All while I am sitting five feet from the grill. The neighbors are all thinking YUM WHATS FOR DINNER??? And I'm all like HELL IF I KNOW!!

Tired of the Granny Bun

I gave the chick that cut and colored my hair a fat ass 25% tip the other day. I wanted something new and fresh and fun (and SASSY!!!! Cuz I'm hecka SASSY!!!!), something that physically depicted where my mind is right now and the direction I'm headed. She totally gave it to me. I am now rocking a long bob with layers and some kick ass red highlights. It feels so fresh and bouncy. Just like me.

My stylist's last name is Ruff. I mentally ran through a few things like McGruff the Crime Dog! RRRRRRRRRRRuff the Wizard of Oz Cowardly Lion. A young to mid twenties Ruff she is about five months pregnant with her first child, a son. She had a comb and scissors tattoo that seemed ever so slightly jail-house but still...she was just petite and feminine enough to pull off the almost Indian Ink and I think I even saw some wings on her back...which is pretty cool. Plus she totally told me some stories about her husband that made me laugh. And her baby bump rubbed on me like twice. I'm probably not going to have anymore kids so its a tad bit exciting when that happens because I'm the type of chick who wistfully watches baby videos on Youtube. Because honestly nothing makes my heart swell like some chubby lil babes belly laughing.

Daily Love Tarot, 1/11/10

The King of Wands card reversed suggests that you should try not to torment yourself over the past or over that which you can not control, especially through denial, which could make for a defensive attitude. Be open to a move or to reassessing relationship goals, for there may be little or nothing left to get out of this situation as it stands now. Watch out for a tendency to drown in nostalgia, for reminiscing over past achievements take precedence over planning for future endeavors. That could intimate that the glory days or passionate adventures are all behind you. Use this energy to plug your relationship or love life back into a power source.


My daughter asked me the other day if I believed in ghosts. I thought for a moment and could only answer that I didn't actually know. I explained that there are some people who believe and have experiences that can't be explained in a neat little scientific package. And then there are those who can't even fathom the faintest possibility of such things (but God and Angels are real).

I believe that anything is possible. I struggle with the ingrained idea that ghosts and phenomenon, astrology and the universe are really just little fairy tales that make life and death and the unknown less scary and more exciting. But then I think .... BUT WAIT. What if? What if it is real, in some way, on some level. So while I take each horoscope, or sign, or whatever with a wee bit of salt I still enjoy the possibility that there are forces at work around us. What if I slowed down long enough and listened hard enough. What if I control my destiny because I choose to and am able to. Never surrendering myself to fate, but owning it. Feels kind of exciting that way.