Yes girl… February 8, 2012

Almost 3 years later…oh damn.

Seriously!  It’s been so long since my last post.  I’ve lost count.  But, in the crazy time I’ve been away, my life has taken a dramatic turn—-off a cliff…

Update:   Two years ago my best friend and I opened a boutique in the hill country and rode that gravy train for almost a year and a half.  It was some of the most fun, stressful, exhilerating, scary, satisfying, hard work I’ve Eva done.  Whew! Yeah,  I miss it, but I know that there is something else out there that is my destiny.  I’m not done people!  Watch out!

That was just the training round.  This is the real deal. 

So, what am I going to do?  I have some really super fun ideas and dreams that I’m just not ready to share at this point in my life.  But, I promise, soon enough I will Let it all Hang Out (sorry, I realize this could be a scary thing for some of you…Bless you people, bless you…)!

I am doing one “Life-changing” thing.  I’m doing Weight Watchers.  And I love it! It seems so easy and I’ve already lost 7.8 lbs.  Now, just need to lose about 80 more and we’re golden. 

New career, New responsibilities, New body, New turns = Changed Life.  Can’t wait to report the progress. 

Peace,

J-dubs out…

PS: be sure and comment and let me know if you’re happy I’m back in the saddle or wish I WOULD take a turn off a cliff.  I need to know!

April is here! And you know what that means. April 4, 2010

March is over.  I can’t believe it.  It came and went so fast, I feel like I didn’t even get to enjoy it.  Well-not as much as I would have liked.  Don’t get me wrong-a lot went down this month. 

March started out as a busy time at work, with one of our biggest and most successful fundraisers coming up, and many grants to write.  Work is great, but I haven’t seen success this year like I anticipated.  And even though I feel like I  bring so much to this team I work for, I can’t help but fight this nagging feeling that someone is taking note at how hard it has been for me lately to raise a dollar.  Not a good sign, since that is my job.  To raise money.  So, you can imagine that not being able to in this economy is not a good thing for my career.  But-I also have a big job at our next fundraiser, so I really need to focus on making that event GREAT…The verdict is still out on that one.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

It’s also been a busy month, socially.  But, not in my dating life-or shall we call it non-dating life.  Seriously.  How long do I need to wait?  Am I being too picky?  Surely not=when my best chance was E-Harmony’s pick as THE guy for me-Carrot Top.  REmember?  (nodding my head-as if…if I shake my head hard enough the vile memory of that whole “character” building experience will vanish.  Here’s hope’n). 

No really, socially it has been busy.  Spring Break and trying to fit 4 weeks of activity into 3 has been hard.  Although Spring Break was a blast.  We drove up to central Texas.  My most favorite place…the weather is amazing, the scenery is breathtaking, and the atmosphere is addicting.  My home away from home-BFF’s house.  I miss her so, and since she bought a new house, it was just what I needed to forget about all the deadlines that were looming when I returned. 

We spent the week decorating her new house, and shopping, and hanging out with the kids, and shopping, and catching up on movies, and shopping, and shopping some more.  It was great.  Not sure the kids enjoyed it as much as we did, but so what.  Yeah, that’s right, people-So What!  🙂

Anyway, March is gone and April is here.  And can you guess the best part of April?  It starts tomorrow.  Opening Day!  Whoo hoo!  This crazy bitch loves baseball!!!!  And loves the Houston Astros! 

Believe me when I tell you that I love them more than you. 

No really. 

Seriously.  Just stay tuned to my blog this month, and you will begin to realize. 

And the best part is that I have a date with my boys at least once a month, and every night on my TV.  I can’t wait.   I love them.  You know,  I feel like they should know me, since I am their biggest stalker.  Follower.  Snooper.  

I mean fan… Yeah, F-A-N.

You know, one summer my mom, my daughter, and I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Chicago.  As part of my trip, I made sure that my Astros were playing the Cubs while we were there, so we could go to a live game at the infamous Wrigley Field.  It was so cool!  The crowd was loud, and infectious, and totally obnoxious-but awesome.  I think the 5 of us represented half of the Astros fans thief that day.  But it gets better.  We were walking out and I overhead some crazy Cubs fan talk about the Astros bus, and how it was parked right outside-right next to our exit and train station.  So, we went and waited for them to come out.  And they started filing in…First Humberto Quintero came out, and then Miggy, and Blum, and Moehler, Wright, Carlos Lee, Bourne-None of them stopping to sign autographs.  😦  Bummer.  Then, a glimmer of hope, when Hunter Pence walked over and I slipped my ticket up and he signed it!  🙂 

Mommy like. 

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris Sampson.  I was so excited because Chris Sampson grew-up and graduated from Channelview High School.  Now-Channelview was not my alma-mater.  Not the high school I went to.  But, ANYONE from the Channelview area would know anyone else from the North Shore are.  Anyone.  I graduated from North Shore High School.  Literally a few miles from Channelview.  And we were competitors.  So, I figured that all I had to do was draw attention to myself and he would look up and smile and of course seek me out to pose for a picture, possibly sign and autograph, maybe even give me something of his that is signed?  I mean, really-I would have.  Right!?!???? 

So, what does this brilliant mind do?  I started jumping up and down like a freaking 12 year old hormonal psycho stalker  girl (remember the New Kids on the Block?  Yeah-THAT crazy. )  screaming at Chris Sampson saying,”Chris!!!  Chris!!!  I WENT TO CHANNELVIEW HIGH SCHOOL!!!!”  Everyone looked and my own family started backing away from me in embarrassment.     

Nice. 

So, guess what Chris Sampson did?  Not a damn thing.  He kept walking-actually ducking his head- right up on the bus.  Shit. 

I’m so looking forward to Baseball Season.  Go ‘Stros!!!!!!!

Surprise Surprise… January 21, 2010

So, the last time we spoke, I was all hot about the baby daddy’s mental state.  Without totally boring you, I will BRIEFLY update you on what’s been going on.  So, since that time, many Dos XX’s and beef stew mixed with episodes of Criminal Minds and Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls, (Which by the way, he can tame my wild side any day…and his British Accent makes me forget about bad teeth and stinky arm pits) we have exchanged  many, many, many words (and dirty looks), but have come to an agreement.  One I’m happy and content with and one that he’s going to have to live with.  At first I felt bad, but he just cannot sleep on my sofa.  Seriously. Anyway- he is FINALLY employed and has been working on his feelings of desperation-daily.  I’m glad-I mean, it’s so exhausting for me to be the “rock” he needs.  I just want to be his friend.  I can’t be his rock, and my daughter’s rock, and the mom and woman I’m meant to be.  I’m suffocating here!  I mean-we aren’t even married.  Wait, back that up-we aren’t even dating, a couple, roommates, whatever you want to call it.  Nothing.  Just friends-who live in separate homes, and have separate lives-except when it comes to our child.  So what type of committment do I really have to have for him afterall?  You know?  What do you think?  That will forever be the question in everyone’s mind…and They ALL have different answers. 

Believe me, I’ve heard them all.

Anyway-I just have to post this so if you don’t love them too-screw you: 

My alma-mater.  My beloved Longhorns.  My heart hurts for them and the burnt orange nation.  My heart hurts for Colt McCoy.  My brother (who also hurt me my attending a university outside of the 40 acres), couldn’t have said it better-except I don’t have a penis:

“Seeing people wearing UT gear makes me giddy on the inside.  Then I think about Colt McCoy…tight pants.”   

And here is a letter that Colt wrote to UT fans and Fellow Longhorns in the Daily Texan:

To the City of Austin and Longhorn fans everywhere:

My time at the University of Texas has been filled with countless memorable experiences, from the 45 wins I was fortunate enough to be a part of to the Big 12 Championship this past season. You have been there for me through everything and have shown your unwavering support. You have always believed in me, and for that I will be forever grateful.

As much as I am looking forward to the next chapter in my life, I am also saddened at the thought of leaving. I have loved being a student and an athlete at the University of Texas, and every second I wore the Longhorn uniform was special to me. This school and this city hold a special place in my heart that words can’t describe, and I intend to remain an active part of this community that has given me so much.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will carry your cheers and support with me always. Regardless of where my next stop may be, I will forever be a Texas Longhorn.

Hook ’em!
Colt McCoy

Amen. 

And to all of you that read and have been asking me when I will post another blog, I’ve missed you-more to come soon.  Thanks for sticking around.  xoxo

J 🙂

Karmas a comin’…cover your arse. September 29, 2009

I’ve been told many times that I need to learn to be a little more understanding.  A little more sympathetic.  More accepting. 

So, when the baby daddy, (we’ll call him “R”),  shows up on my door step asking if he could come and spend some time with our sick kid, I agreed.  I couldn’t deny him seeing her, and since she was basically quarantined in the house for 5 days due to the flu, I allowed it.  Besides, I’d rather give him the flu than my mom. 

Anyway, as “R” sat, I cooked breakfast…then lunch.  And as he watched Bill Dance Outdoors and Fishing, I washed clothes and aired out the house.  As he watched Rocky 1,2,3, and 4, I cleaned.  I noticed he was especially quiet-but I didn’t want to ask, because honestly,  I didn’t want to know.   His being here made my baby happy-even though she was sick-so I didn’t say anything. 

Then he opened his mouth and what came out shocked the hell out of me.  “How do you do it, Jeanette?” he asked.  Thinking he was talking about living on my own and struggling financially, I replied, “I just take it one day at a time.  And if I can’t do something, I don’t do it.  It’s simple.  It’s hard, and it sucks, but it’s simple.”  He said, “I have been doing that and it’s not any easier.”  Still thinking he was talking about money, I said, “But you got your boat…and that should make you happy, right?”   Then he said, “It’s almost been a year, you know?”  “A year of what?” I asked.  “My divorce.”

I stared at him for what seemed like the longest, most awkward moments. 

Could he really be upset that he’s been divorced for a year?  SERIOUSLY?!?!

A little background:  After 10 exhausting, frustrating, and miserable years, “R” and his ex-girl, we’ll call her “B”,  finally made it official and got the divorce finalized.   Anyone that knew them thought it needed to happen sooner (actually everyone agreed that the marriage should have never happened in the first place because of their turbulent relationship.  We all knew that she was not marring him for the same reason he was marring her-if you get what I mean), and everyone thought it would never happen because he was too lazy to take care of business, and when things got hard he quit, and because she is a selfish bitch.  There is no other explanation for her.  Just trust me. 

So when he seemed utterly upset that in the span of the next 20 or so days would mark the 1 year anniversary of what should be the happiest day of his life after the birth of his kids, it shocked me.  He was actually sulking.  Sad.  And it disgusted me. 

I responded to his comment about it being almost a year to his divorce with, “Whoo Hoo!  Congrats-you should be celebrating!  Isn’t this what you wanted?”  Apparently he doesn’t know what he wants.  Or he does, and has just realized that it sucks being the one on the other side of the fence.  See, “B”  has actually found a new poor old sap’s life to ruin, and “R” is actually upset about it.  I wanted to slap the shit out of him right out my front door.

Did he forget all the hell “B” has put him through?  He must have forgotten how she looked when he walked in and saw her passed out next to a guy in underwear that morning?  He must have forgotten all the debts he had to bail her out of?  He must have forgotten how it feels to be called a “no-good, piece of shit dad” every day?  He must have fallen and bumped his head, because surely he would remember their first Christmas as a married couple when she bought my kid 1 gift, and filled the bottom of the tree with other gifts for her girl…and he definitely must have forgotten what it felt like to watch our daughter watch her younger sister (their daughter together) open all the gifts Santa had left her younger sister-while clutching the one doll that Santa left for her?

He MUST have forgotten that he made that bed.  That he jumped the fence a long time ago to mow the yard of what he thought was greener grass.  He MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN that when you start a relationship with deceit and lies, nothing good comes from it. 

Needless to say, this day is not my day to be more understanding.  Not my turn to be more sympathetic.  I’ll skip being more accepting.  Not this time. 

Hey, baby daddy-Cover your arse…Karma’s a bitch.

I’ll admit it, I’m derainged. September 18, 2009

 

Ok, I said it…I’m sick. Derainged.Glutton for Punishment.  I really am.  Sometimes…no, usually,  I walk all the way down to my car (from the 3rd floor) and realize that I’ve forgotten my keys.  I always forget my phone.  Sometimes I leave my kid places.  But, what I did a month ago doesn’t even compare to the crazy crap I’ve done in my life.  Dumb.

I gave in to my mother. 

For those of you that know me, you know that my mom has been telling me(no asking me, no-really BEGGING me) to sign up 0n eHarmony.  After countless “no, mother!” and “I’m not that desperate.” – I gave in.  She paid for it-so what did I have to lose?  Or so I thought.  That question has been answered over and over in my mind-each time I get an email from my “Perfect Match”.

Whoop-ee.  Can you hear the excitement in my voice? 

At first it was so embarrassing.  I spent 2 almost 2 1/2 hours telling them everything about me.  I’m surprised they didn’t ask if I wore granny panties or a thong.  (eyes rolling)  UGH!  Anyway, I digress….

So, then the waiting begins.  Starting from day 1, I started getting Welcome emails from them.  Then, from The Matches…I mean, getting emails from a dang computer telling me that my perfect match was “Phil, age 43, Lake Charles.”   (I’m rolling my eyes even more now)  

Kill me now, please.  

So, I played along-quietly.  Secretly.  I didn’t even tell my closest friends.  (actually-there are still a handful that don’t even know! and they are going to be pissed…so, “I’m  sorry”  in advance).

 A little background training on how this works.  Emails come flooding in everyday with matches that they have picked for you based on your profile and specifications.  They even send you some that they refer to as a “Flexible Match”,which basically means that they don’t really meet all your requirements, but “we think you might like this person”.   Most of these types of matches were guys that lived out of Texas, sacked groceries, and still lived a home.   (are you beginning to see the humor in this?  Glad to see my life is so darn entertaining).  Needless to say, I didn’t appreciate the “flexible match”. 

So, when my first perfect match turned out to be a , and I quote, “sales associate” who strongly resembled Carrot Top, it was even worse.  Match after match poured in and nothing.  (I seriously am not being picky-I know that’s what you are thinking) 

Then it happened.  I actually received a request for communication (as they call it) …this one from a James in Indiana.  He told me I was his “Perfect Match” and that even though we were far away physically, he hoped I would consider him. James from Indiana was not so bad.  Really.  He was actually pretty darn cute!  And, he contacted me first.  So, what they heck, i thought…”won’t hurt ya” are the words I kept telling myself.  So, I gave him another chance opened the match. That was August something and I still haven’t heard from him.  Seriously?  (eye roll) 

I poured over my pictures once again, wondering how scary I must look to these guys…and actually hoping I would see something that would answer the question as to why I have not heard from ANYONE.  Looking for a booger or something in my nose, or a crossed eye, even a deformity.  Something!   Nothing.  I didn’t have this much trouble getting attention from guys in middle school-when I was flat-chested (you think I am now?) had braces and frizzy hair.   

And to think this service was supposed to make a person feel better about themselves, because people are “pre screened on 29 Dimensions of personality: scientific predictors of long-term relationship success.”  What a load of crap.   I am convinced had I stayed on this service any longer, Darth Vader would be my PERFECT MATCH…with my love of Sci-Fi and all…(yeah right! MAJOR eye roll there).  Anyway, all this humiliating experience did for me was further propel me in to the dating black hole where,  I..I’m, umm,  I feel comfortable.  I like it here. 

Back to the drawing board…

PS:  Here are some of my pictures from the dark side…

my profile picture

And the beat goes on… September 1, 2009

Moving day has come and gone, and I’m feeling accomplished. Packed it up, moved it out (and up!), and have almost unpacked everything. Wow, what a busy couple of weeks.

Life surprises me sometimes. People you think will never let you down often do, and people that you can’t depend on seem to come through when those “depend-ables” can’t.   Weird.   In a world that surprises me everyday, I can say that those that I have chosen to surround myself with everyday-are tremendous. Without them, I would be lost…not to mention pretty darn boring.

I recently took a test. A strengths assessment that outlined the 5 main strengths I possess.   Needless to say, what came out of it was pretty fun.

There were 4 main Strengths Themes out there: Executing, Influencing, Relationship Building, and Strategic Thinking. You might not be too surprised when you hear that my main theme was Influencing.   Crazy huh?   No, seriously…out of 5 possible Influencing qualities, I seem to have 4 of them-Activator, Communication, Competition, and Woo.  Yeah, you heard me, Woo.   More on that later.

So, here’s an outline of each:
Activator: “Driven by your talents, you relieve people of the burden of having to figure out what you think, feel, and need.  How?  You simply tell them. Your plainspoken approach enhances their understanding of you as a person. Your straightforward expression of your needs and desires usually eliminates any confusion.”  Well, well…I would say that’s pretty accurate.  My “take-charge style” is a nice way of calling me a control freak.  I get it…let’s move on to the next, shall we?

Communication: “Instinctively, you may be quite comfortable telling stories or describing your experiences,”  (no? really? this is my sarcastic voice in case you hadn’t picked up on that).  “Your talkative nature compels you to say whatever is on your mind”.    Hummm…this reminds me of a story.    My girl brought home her 1st Thursday folder from school last week.  In this folder is a collection of graded work, take home fliers, announcements from school, and also an assessment from the teacher how she did this week in class-including a conduct grade.  She is a great kid who has always received raving compliments from her teachers.  And even though they consider her a wonderful student, she has NEVER received an “E” in conduct. (stands for excellent) She’s always brought home “S” for satisfactory.  When I asked about it, the teachers would always say that she’s a very social girl, and that it still means she’s a good student.   In other words, she talks to damn much.  Poor thing-obviously she comes by it honestly.  I remember having to sit at the front of the room in Mrs. Tipton’s class because I was “a very social girl”.
Anyway-I digress…back to Communication.

“Seldom you find yourself speechless.  Driven by your talents you are loquacious.”    Um…OK…I guess?   Webster’s defines loquacious as -fond of talking.  Lovely.  Now I’m beginning to think that this Strengths Finder test is insulting me.  Every time it says, “Driven by your talents…”  it gives a back-handed compliment.  Let’s see what else.  ” Chances are good that you may have a knack for talking to people.  Perhaps you encourage others to share their stories.  Your stories can illustrate abstract ideas, theories, or concepts.”  OK..so far so good.  ” They can serve as examples of what to do and what not to do.”  See, there it is again!  Geez-having a computer make fun of you is a new low.  

Competition: “By nature, you are much more intent on winning and being the best…Chances are good that you consistently aim to turn in the prize-winning performance.”  Pretty dead on so far.  “Driven by your talents…”(oh no, here we go again), “…you aim to win when comparisons are made between you and your opponents.”  OK-not so bad, this time.  “Sometimes your rivalries are public.”  HAHAHAH!  Seriously-all my rivalries are public.  Anyway, this one is boring…lets get to the next one.

Woo: “Chances are good that you may be lighthearted and cheerful.  By nature, you sometimes feel an urge to introduce yourself to visitors and start talking with them.  Why?  You welcome the chance to tell one more person what you dream of accomplishing…” OK!  I’m stopping there.  This is getting ugly.  So, I talk about myself-who doesn’t?  Whatever…hate this one!

So, my last and final strength was under the Strategic Thinking theme.  Futuristic: “Chances are you may inspire people with you images of what can be.  Perhaps you are prompted to transform you ideas into things you can touch, taste, see, smell, or hear.  It’s very likely you are innovative, inventive, original, and resourceful.  Driven by your talents, you intentionally take steps to be the mastermind of your own future.  You refuse to leave you destiny to chance, and definitely resist to putting it in someone else’s hands.”  Wow!  I like this one…and I think it sounds just like me. 

So, what have I learned?  I’m an impatient, manipulating, champion of words who has visions of the future that loves to be the ice-breaker in conversations.  Is that a good thing? 

What have I learned?  I’ll never be a quiet and organized analyzer who will tell you what you want to hear in an effort to be “nice”.  Sorry.  (shoulder shrug)  Take me or leave me.

Baby Daddy Drama and gray hair August 19, 2009

I’m going to be brief: because I don’t want this light-hearted blog to turn into a page out of Debbie Downer’s Diary.  BUT-I’m having serious Baby Daddy Drama and feel the need to write about it. So, here goes:

  A year ago, I moved back after being away for almost 5 years.  Although it was hard because I was so far away from family, it was easier being a mom.  Let me elaborate a bit on that. 

There was no negotiation, conference, or family meetings.  What I said was the law.  And I liked it that way.  Being alone made me a grown-up.  I was finally independent.  I didn’t need anyone to do it for me-I did it myself!  We wanted to go on a  road trip-we packed up and went.  No need to wait for anyone else.  During the summer, and on the weekends, we were like Thelma and Louise (without the law-breakin’) on the roads of Texas.  We made a great team.  It was wonderful.  But,ultimately, my girl was unhappy. 

She missed her daddy very much-not to mention family and friends that were not around.  She got to see him as much as possible.  I either drove  to meet him half way, or delivered her to him every other weekend.  No matter how many activities, friends, or fun times she was involved in, nothing took the place of him being there everyday.  Naturally.  So, we came back.

Hooray!  Everyone is happy, right? 

Not so fast…I’m not.  Don’t’ misunderstand me-I love being able to go out to dinner with friends on a week night, go to an Astros game whenever I want, or to a last minute outing with friends or family.   I also love that the Baby Daddy can see our girl at a school play or program, go to a teacher conference, or take her with him to family events.  BUT, after doing it all myself her entire life (seriously-a whole other blog) it’s hard to share the responsibility with someone that  has never been involved at that capacity. 

So, my job.  I love it.  It’s challenging, exciting, and I feel like a real professional.  Let me explain why that is important to me.  I have finally found something that I want to do for the rest of my life.  Not just something that pays the bills.  A real job-that I like, HELLO!   And it makes me feel important-in a world that puts so much emphasis on how you look and who you are married to, or dating.  And-I’m good at it!  As a single mom, I struggle every day to fit into an affluent community that considers “Leave It To Beaver”, the ideal family.  I disagree completely.  I want to be successful.  I want to have my own thoughts.  I want to make my own money.   I’m not against marriage-at all.  But, I don’t’ think that just because I’m a single mom,  I should only work at a job that has the same schedule as my daughter’s school.  Why is that I should only work in a profession that is limited to a school teacher, day care worker, or part time cashier?

Why can’t the father help out a little bit?  Is it too much to ask for him to abstain from one of many midnight fishing trips with his buddies to watch his own daughter once in a while, no questions asked?  Why is that out of his job description?  And why should my job choice be questioned or considered selfish?  His job-that keeps him away from his kids while he’s on call every other week does the same.  How is that any different?  Oh, I know-because he has a penis.

Besides, if it wasn’t for that penis, I wouldn’t be a single mom.

And-after all this, my girl looks up at me this morning, and tells me, “Wow, mom, you have a lot of gray hair right there, time to get to the salon”.

One Week Away, a friends’ Voyer-adventure, and more… August 17, 2009

Just one week from today, and my little angel will be a 5th grader.  It’s hard to believe sometimes how big she’s gotten.  I can remember how sweet she was at 18 months old, when we were at the photographers, and she put her in a wash basin, naked(because it was cute and not weird at that age) …so adorable with her hair in pig tails, the cutest look on her face. 🙂  So sweet…It’s still my favorite picture of her.  Say it with me, “AHHHHHH”. 

Don’t be fooled, the nostalgia wears off quickly. This weekend, she spent most of it with her father.  The following was our conversation when he arrived to drop her off: (and the satisfaction of his comments almost overwhelmed me).

“She got in trouble a bit this weekend,” he said.

“Really? What happened?” I asked.

“She was a little too sassy… She answered everything with ‘Why’ and ‘Uumphhh,” he replied.

“Ooohhh,” I said.  (with a tiny smirk-I’m sure he didn’t notice) ______________________________________________________

I am very lucky.  I have many friends, many good friends, that I have had for a very long time that I regularly talk to-some for almost 20 years.  I really am blessed to have them in my life. 

Every once in a while, one of them shares a story with me that sends me to the floor laughing.  This is one of those stories.  We’ll call her “Susie”. 

So, Susie lives pretty far out of town, and makes an hour drive everyday to and from work.  One evening, as she made her way back home, she noticed an older man in a car next to her.  Assuming he was an “out-of-town-er” because of his Mississippi plates, she looked in to see what he was doing because he was swerving in his lane.  Now, “Susie” drives a larger SUV-so she could easily look into his vehicle. 

Mr. Mississippi kept taking his right had off the wheel, and holding it up to his mouth, as if he was shushing someone.  “Susie” was perplexed.  “What was he doing?” she thought, and ” who was he shushing”?  Because she’s a super experienced driver, (I know this because we text and Facebook each other sometimes while driving, and I’m an experienced driver too), She leaned in a little more to see what he was doing with his left hand that was not allowing him to drive safely.  And as he turned to look at her with a creepy smile on his face, and proceeded to shush her, she saw it!         

And she had wished she wasn’t so nosey.

Mr. Mississippi was pleasuring himself while driving on the busiest, most traffic-ridden, construction everywhere, part of Interstate-10!  Seriously!  What in the world? She was so disgusted and angry!  “Susie” was not going to take this!       

Especially since he shushed her-and no one does that to her! 

So, she did what every person should do when someone is driving recklessly-called 9-1-1.  She embellished a bit-telling the dispatcher Mr. Mississippi was swirving dangerously into her lane.  She told the dispatcher what she saw.  “Excuse me, Maam, uh, what is he doing”? the dispatcher said, uncomfortably.  “Susie” repeated herself again-very clearly so she wouldn’t be misunderstood.  The police promised to send someone out right away. 

So, because she is a super-citizen, “Susie” followed Mr. Mississippi-of course.   Police finally caught up withhim and pulled him over-but not before “Susie” and Mr. Mississippi almost made it an hour past her destination.  Mr. Mississippi’s excuse was that he was protected with the privacy act, and whatever he does in his vehicle is ok.  But-one thing he wasn’t prepared for was “Susie” seeing his little party, making it a public display, and  therefore not private.

So boys and girls, next time you feel the need to release stress-or whatever-in the privacy of your own car-make sure your windows are tinted…please!  For the love of God!

And what was “Susie’s” husband’s response, when she told him what she saw and that she was going to call the cops?  “Oh, leave him alone.  He’s probably got a date waitin’ for him in Louisiana and he’s getting ready”. 

Men.

Hello Blogging World! August 14, 2009

So, I’m blogging. As I weighed the pros and cons of why to start a blog, it hit me-whose life is more entertaining than mine these days? UM…no one!

That’s right boys and girls-life is continuing to play sick jokes on me and because you are so lucky, you get to hear all about it. Doesn’t this sound like a train wreck that you can’t stop watching? Can you feel the excitement? Well, you will-just sit tight, we’ll get there. Together.

So, about me…I’m a single mom of a really great kid who continues to surprise me with her 10 year old “spunk”. Yeah, “spunk” is the word I used. It’s a nice way of saying attitude. Her eye-rolling, hand on hip hanging, foot tapping is so fun that I look forward to it on a daily basis. And her dad denies that everyday. She must love him more.
School will start soon, so at least I’m not the only one that gets to enjoy the pleasure. Then we’ll all be called into the Principal’s office. Her dad included.  That’s the pleasure I get to take from it…Stay Tuned!