Multiplicity

It's a damn shame that science hasn't figured how to make clones of people.  I know they cloned the sheep, but that aint the kind i mean. I mean the kind like in the movie with Michael Keaton. I know the movie was a tad lacking...but the premise was genius.  If only i could have 1 me be at work making the money, 1 me to be home being super mom and wife...then the real me...is free!  I could be at six flags with friends or doing who knows what! I would switch it up so no one realizes they have the clone me. Man...i will think on that one for a minute.

Naw..but then something would go wrong. One of the "me's" would go rogue and reek havoc. I would suddenly be in compition for my own families love because the other one is better than the real me.  I mean...she is science altered and genetically better. I mean...let us not forget Steve Austin..the bionic man. He was pretty perfect.  I could never compete with that...and when i run i never hear that sound to show my super sonic moves.

So...back to just being me..no clone, no super abilities.  Im just a lone superhero....a mom, wife, friend,daughter...aka Wonder Woman. If only i could rock that costume........

Damn good times

Sometimes a picture can stop you in your tracks. I was rolling along on my Friday morning. When I came across pictures of a good friend of mine that died at 17. The minute i saw his picture a twing of hurt hit my heart. I hadn't thought of him in awhile. The picture is exactly how i remember him. The guy i laughed with and partied with.
So much can flood back to us with a simple picture.  Feelings and memories of times past. Our brains are amazing. Just one group of photos and i am right back to being 16. Memories of skipping school and hanging together with friends. I can see a smile and almost hear the laugh. I am thankful that i have these memories.  I have known some great people over my lifetime and continue to meet more every day.
Good times with good people is truly priceless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mIP7ySBXBg

Its just an ice cream cone

Absolutely no man can look hot or sexy eating an ice cream cone. After my visit at Dairy Queen yesterday, i came to that conclusion. Women on the other hand, always look like they are being seductive or nasty. Men watch as if they are at the Playboy mansion.

I had pictures to prove my theory but decided against um. Maybe if i posted them with the black bar across their eyes...a "what not" to do while licking an ice cream cone.

In search of...

Contrary to what some people might say, it does not take much to make me happy. For example, on Saturday I had many things make my day turn into an EPIC day. One of my very favorite things to do is get a small frosty from Wendy's and french fries. Dipping the hot salty fry into the cold sweet frosty is just magical. But no.. wait that is not all that made me chair dance in my truck seat with happiness. I also bought sweet and sour sugar coated gummy worms. Again, the combo of sweet and another thing.. I see a theme in my taste buds. Oh how I do love candy.  Now the final item that made my day was not an ordinary object. This was a quest. I have gone to stores in search of this holy grail. I decided to go to a Home Depot to see if they had this gem. I walked down the isles looking desperately for my merchandise o'bliss.  I began to walk away, sad that they did not apear to have the item I so wanted.  But wait, what was that?? There it was. It was the very last item on the ground.  My yard pink flamingos. These were not like the typical plastic ones that I was prepared to purchase (if ever found). These ones were even better. They are wire outline and in the center of their pink belly is a solar light. It glows a deep pink at night. Oh no you didn't.... did I just hear you sigh and say "tacky" in that tone?? No, not tacky. Amazing. I plan on putting them in new and wild places all through out my yard. One day they might be on the trampoline, one day maybe by the mailbox kissing. It will be a where's waldo of pink flamingos. Yes.. AMAZING. This simple day, made me very very happy. And last night when I went out to see their soft glow, I smiled and did a little hop. 

Next... a garden gnome in Capitals hockey garb.

Busy doing nothing

I had a very busy Sunday. It was a day filled with nothing in particular. It was lazy and relaxing and I spent it with my family. I love days filled with nothing. Sometimes they are exactly what is needed.  I know, the weather was pretty and at times through out the day I looked outside with a twinge of guilt.  I almost could hear my dad's voice barking about how I needed to go outside and enjoy the day. But no, I made my son's favorite breakfast (Shit on a shingle aka: Chipped beef on toast) and enjoyed the company of my offspring.  The living room air was filled with the chatter of everyone wanting to tell the next family update. Each person had a nugget to share with everyone. I love these days and I love my family. Isn't this really what life is about??

Almost famous

All this time, I assumed no one was reading my blog. I found out last night that a person, A REAL person, reads my ramblings. A person not related, in love with me, idolizing, stalking or even contractually obligated to support me. Matter a fact they didnt even have to like me or make mention that they read. So, needless to say it made my night. Thank you to the few little readers. When i am famous, i will remember you and maybe mention you in my accepting the nobel prize speech.
*Queens wave*

Cherished O Neg

I dont wanna brag...but I have great blood. I have the type that they try and hunt me down. I get emails, phone calls, letters. What can i say, they want me. I have always given blood ever since i was old enough. I think its a great thing to do for humanity. Now to the true reason most give. ...I think the best thing about giving blood is the yummy treats they give you. I know i should mostly be satisfied that i helped save a life. And i am. But,  they have pizza and mint fudge sticks! As i sit here waiting for my #14 to be called i am watching a man chow down. I think he hasnt eaten in a week. He has had a couple slices of pizza and at least 3 bags of various goodies.  I guess its a fair trade off to allow him to stuff his over weight face since they took a pint he wasnt even needing.  Ooops they called my name

Multi tasking

My mind is perpetually spinning.  I never have nothing on my mind. Never. Sleep and rest is an on going nightly battle. I woke up early this morning to my brain multi tasking.  It was bouncing between: 1. The cracked screen on my broken phone. IE:how i will transfer all of my texts and stuff to the new bionic. Man...i shouldn't have waited so long...now its a holiday and i have to wait...hmmm how can i get around that detail.
2. Today is July 4th. Last year my life was so different and tragically dysfunctunal...lets ponder on that a minute...a moment in retrospect.
3. Laser pointer pens. How can i prevent them from being taken and lost at work by the prosecutors . If i put on a label...what should it say? "Get your damn hands off this laser pointer!" (In a George McFly voice when confronting Biff)
4. I should really bring pasta salad to my parents tonight instead of potato salad.

Disclaimer : in real time all of these thoughts happened in about 3 minutes.

Welcome to me.  It is a small glimpse into my random crazy thoughts that bounce around in my brain. It is always like this. So, when someone looks at my deep in thought face and asks..."what are you thinking about?" My reply should be I'm  just thought multi tasking. Would that be thought tasking?

Hmmm...now i will think on combining words to make unusual silly combinations. Thus the spinning continues............

No talking

Wow. Not talking for 20 minutes while i whitened my teeth was damn near impossible for me. Trying to tell my daughters to comb their hair and pack their bathing suit was a game of charades. They didnt get it and i realized im really bad at that game.