Trashy Thursday

Emo hear me roar

Emo hear me roar

All my life I’ve come across as miss goody two shoes.  I’m 45 trust me I know things.  I’ve seen things.  I’ve even done things Miss Goody Goody wouldn’t do or wouldn’t she?   And I wouldn’t change a thing.

After high school I married and had three wonderful kids.  I thought I was happy until I started meeting people on bulletin boards.  If you had a computer and modem in the 90’s trust me you were on a bulletin board service.   I worked and tried to raise three kids and take care of my husbands needs.   One day I realized, as I went to a GT (Get Together), that there were people younger and older than me having a lot of fun and raising their kids.    Then I met my current husband and I made some choices that weren’t necessarily  best ones but they were my choices to make.  Leaving my ex-husband was the right choice and I don’t regret it.  Other things I did weren’t the right choice to make but I still wouldn’t go back and change anything, because I did the best I could.

In the 90’s, I saw my first x-rated movie.  I’m not telling which one but it had a clown in it so I thought it was a comedy and still do to this day.  I found out the meaning of S & M, and saw a live show.  Also found out I’m not interested in that kind of thing either.   I had my first attempt at a three way, no that didn’t work either.  To this day I still have no interest in it, so don’t bother asking.   All the while trying to still help raise my three kids.  Their dad did the best he could and I thank him for his part in their lives.  I also moved in with my current husband and lived with him without being married.  I was divorced and married again in the 90’s.   I found out I like hockey, though if you see me on the jumbotron at a RoadRunners game you wouldn’t think so.   I found out I have very expensive food taste, I love sushi and caviar and Belgium beer.  Damn it now I would like a nice Philly roll and some caviar.   (note to self don’t blog about food)  I also found the love of my life even if he doesn’t always do what I say.  I experienced grieving for the first time, my mother died.  I still miss her.

Now, from 2000 to this year I’ve experienced even more things that I thought I never would.   I have friends that love me for who I am and don’t care about what size I am.  I’m not ashamed to say, I’m a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) and try to support our community as much as I can.   Here some things I’m proud of.  I have gone Chunky Dunking (skinny dipping for those skinny people reading).  I’ve done it several times, don’t knock until you’ve tried it.  It is a very freeing experience.   I’ve had tasteful nude photos taken of me twice, another liberating experience for me, only good friends are allowed to see those per my husband.   I’ve had sex in a hot tub, I won’t say who’s.   They don’t need to know.  Trust me the chemicals you put in them kills everything.

So, my question is what are the things you’ve wished to experience but haven’t and why not?  How would I know what I do and don’t like if I didn’t at least experience it on some level?  In order to enjoy life you have to live it.  I hope to experience more this weekend with my husband.

And how did I come to create this blog, when I thought of this.  You have one picture of yourself  on Flickr with whipped cream and everyone now wants to be your friend.  It’s not part of my flickr pics it’s on a friends who took the pic and only viewable to her close personal friends.  Great, now I realize it’s probably on some porn site.

It’s Wednesday, Like You Didn’t Know That Already

My daughter dropped by unexpectedly today with my grandson.  He was so full of life and my daughter just look miserable.  Taking care of a 15 month old isn’t an easy task when you are expecting baby number in February.  Add on top of that you work retail and guess what time of year it is.  It’s that time of year when all the pregnant ladies due soon flock to their nearest Babies R’ Us and become hormonal.    I have to give my daughter credit she takes it all in stride and does what she needs to so she’s prepared for baby number two.

I was reading Dad Gone Mad blog and well his craft/homework project with his eight year old son reminded of an incident that happened to my daughter with  her  older brother and spray paint.    I wish I had the forethought to have a camera at the time to take pictures.  My children were only allowed to play in the backyard when they were young, and it was a nice spring day so I asked them to play outside.    So my son, and his best friend in the neighborhood and my six year old daughter went out to play.    They were playing quietly, which should have been my first clue they were up to something, but I also had a four year old that wasn’t allowed outside by himself  so I was in the house with him.   I don’t remember exactly what I was doing but I realized they were too quiet for kids and went outside to investigate.  To my surprise my daughter was no longer the cute blonde haired blue eyed child I had sent outside, she was now painted entirely silver.   From head to toe she had been spray painted silver.  I looked at the boys and asked them why she was now silver.  Of course, the neighbor kid realized he was being called home and left.  I had my son who knew he was in trouble standing there asking me why I was upset.   She wanted to be silver.   I guess she did because she stood there and let them paint her.   Then I asked where the paint came from and he said, “We found the can over here in the grass”.  What how would that get there?  I panicked ran my daughter into the bathroom and got her in the bathtub scrubbing the paint off.

All I could think of  was getting her safe from the paint and how I was going to get the stuff off.   Luckily, the paint had not  dried and I got  it off completely.  Unfortunately, our bathtub was now silver and I knew I would need to deal with it quickly.   For about a week the tub had a silver hue but eventually it went away.

When their Dad came home I told him all about what had happened and I asked him “How would our children get a hold of silver paint?”.  His response was “Oh, so that’s where that can went after I threw it off the roof”.  “Why would you have silver paint on the roof”?  He said “I had to paint the cooler to prevent it from rusting”.   I could have killed him.  We laugh about it now but then it was very serious.  So many things could have happened to our little girl and I’m so grateful she’s such a great mother to her son.  I just hope they keep the silver paint out of his reach.

It’s Monday and I knitted.

I did it!

I did it!

So this morning I completed my first knitting project.  My daughter is currently pregnant with her second child, who they say will be a girl.  I wanted to make something for the baby once she was here.  With all of the imperfections I absolutely love it.   I  finally finished a project that I started as a gift to someone.   Now I need to knit something for the grandson.

Now I need to concentrate on cleaning my house.   Grandson will be here Wednesday and Friday of this week because my daughters sitter will not be available.

It’s Friday!

Yes, that’s right today is Friday and I don’t know what to write about yet.  I’ve gone through and read most of my favorite blogs, which are listed under blogroll.    I’m not even dressed yet.  I keep thinking there is something written in stone somewhere that says I need to be dressed by 9am.  So when it’s almost 11am and I’m  not dressed I feel guilty.  I feel worse when my husband comes home and I’m still in my jammies and that’s anytime after 3pm.

Enough about me and whether I’m dressed or not.

I look around my house and think I really should be cleaning the baseboards.  With two dogs and a cat they can become pretty dirty.   Then I start reading either twitter or plurk.  I find the people there much more fascinating then my dirty baseboards.  Of course that leads to “I’ll clean them tomorrow”.   The next thing that will happen is I’m featured on “How clean is your house” and Kim and Aggie will point out my dirty baseboards.   Really, ladies they are not that bad.  I do mop and sweep just not on a schedule you would approve of.   All Right!  you convinced me I’ll clean the baseboards today, just later, I have more reading to do.

On Sunday, I pulled the tree down out of the garage and put it up.   We didn’t even primp the branches so it looks almost like it did when it came out of box.   I keep thinking if I clean up the living room maybe then I’ll get in the spirit of Christmas.    Our tree comes fully decorated.  It reminds me of something you find in a store display, I think that is actually what it is.

What would people like to read about when I write or should I quit now?  I like clearing out the cobwebs in my head once in a while and I would like to make this a daily ritual I just don’t know what to write about.

Tagged in the Sixth Photo Meme

Verde Valley Train Ride

Verde Valley Train Ride

All I can say is thank goodness it wasn’t something my husband wouldn’t approved of me putting out in public view.  I can’t believe I wrote that but oh well.  We are a family with no filters, or so I’ve been told.

This picture was taken on the Verde Canyon Train Ride outside of Cottonwood.   I went on the tour with a good friend and took some amazing pictures and some not so amazing.  I have to say if anyone had sat me in a room and showed this picture I would probably of said something “Oh that’s really nice”  and turned to Sean “I hope they don’t make me sit here all night and look at these”.

Since no one even knows about this blog I won’t tag anyone yet.   I have a feeling if Cj finds out about it my blog will be come famous and then I’ll be fighting off the autograph hounds or paparazzi, I can dream can’t I?

If anyone stumbles on my blog and wants to participate  they can do the following and just send me the link.  🙂

This is called the Sixth Photo Meme. If you’re a Flickr user, go to the sixth page of your photostream, choose the sixth photo and post to your site.