Social Media and Ruby~~~~

What? Yeah…..some trends that have been growing exponentially….on Facebook most days I feel like I don’t know the place anymore….I used to enjoy my drop-ins and contributions to make someone smile or think….nowI feel like I accidentally stumbled back in time and I’m in church….the Church of Facebook….where there are all sorts of condemnations…..or back when I’d drop in at the town’s local pancake and coffee shop and the old timers would get into heated discussions over politics….***SIGH**** I do miss the old Facebook….I know some of the going ons are trends, the pet posting, the trout pout pics, etc, etc….anywho I’ll stop bitching about that….

Day off from job 1, so much to do and waiting on motivation, savoring my coffee…still doing laundry, have ironing to do, clothes to put away,a vacuum to run, a list of things I want to put together and photograph and hopefully sell, if not off to freecycle. I also have to try to finish my haircut….I can get one side just right or close enough to where it does what I want to, but I get challenged with the other side, I’ll eventually get it to where I’m okay with it or where I give up and let it grow out again.

My cup is almost dry…so I’ll be wrapping things up, shower, haircut, ironing station setup, may watch a movie while I do that….then I’m hoping for a nap before I go to job 2…..I want to enter a drawing for maid service for a year….and win….where do I sign up????

Whoever said hair doesn’t grow on nipples didn’t see “those” nipples….

Stupid is as stupid does, and I have been on a roll. I suffered a bit with hyperactivity a couple of days ago….couldn’t keep myself to any single task…consequently I hand washed my car, I worked on scraping paint off the coffee table, I baked lemon bars, I did laundry, I swept, I vacuumed (not that it looks like I did) then I piddled around starting other things that I just didn’t get to completing….and what did I get for all this….yeah this is where the stupid part comes in…PAIN….lots of fucking back pain…I almost didn’t want to stop everything I was doing, once I stop I start to intensely feel the aftereffects of all my moving around, bending, stooping, stretching, pulling and pushing…**SIGH*** when will LIFE (without pain) go back to “normal” (whatever the fuck normal is…)

Had another session of dramatics…not a fan of that….I’d much rather pull my eyelashes out one by one…or shave my toes…but all is well now…gotta go wake the kidlets up…

They just keep on growing………


Well the damn weeds will not pull themselves the fuck out. So I am on my knees, I’m stooped over and I’m killing my already killed back doing what nobody else seems to think they need to do. Yeah sure having a landscaper would be great, but I’m the damn landscaper, not that I’m scaping the land, but I sure as hell am trying to keep it from becoming overgrown with weeds. I’m also stripping paint off of a coffee table so I can repaint it, I don’t yet know what color I’ll be doing it, maybe something bright and unexpected or maybe boring black.


Looks like the tit for tat bullshit nonsense is trying to rear its ugly head…tried nipping it in the bud but it may have backfired. Maybe I should study conflict resolution a little more. My idea of resolution is to say “fuck you” and walk away….though I now tend to just say it inside my head…not very effective…but part of it is the whole trying to be mature about things. Skulking isn’t so much my thing but I am reactive to it….anyway enough about that nonsense…I have more randomness…

I have been flirted with and hit on….it was kinda sorta fun (not the hit on part, there is something smarmy about that) the flirting I can handle….but full out hitting on is just not cool….but it is amusing to hear the lines being used….I so wanna ask if their delivered BS ever works but sadly the answer is probably a yes…but not for me.

People are NASTY and stupid…well perhaps not so stupid after all they did get what they wanted….

I’m gaining my weight back in a fun way….eating lots….but I didn’t get to my ice cream yet….I’m scheduling that for my next day off…juggling 2 jobs I have to get  strategic about the eating of certain things that have adverse effects on me…ice cream makes my belly bloat….and makes me feel miserable….usually afterwards, thankfully not while eating….

Well I’m off to read myself to sleep, have a long 2 days coming up….


I need change, sure quarters for my water jug refills, four quarters = 5 gallons, but no I’m not talking about the kind of change that jingles in my bottomless purse. Well actually these days there isn’t any change to be found anywhere, yes I even looked under the sofa cushions. I’m talking CHANGE, you know the kind that makes you into someone else…well not that that kind of change is gonna pop out of me.

I’ve had people in my life who want me to change something. Change my job, change my friends, change my attitude. The only thing I ever change with any regularity is my mind, and socks…used to be I’d change my hair color on a whim and my wheels.

Change takes exactly that, change. Everything seems to have a price. Well let me back track there…some of the best things in life are free. Like unconditional love. I know that, hearing from old friends who call out of the blue is a perfectly free reminder. Also a reminder that I suck at calling friends to let them know what they mean to me. I need to do better.

It is about 3AM and I have a house full of boys, my three and extra boy. Everyone is up, me I’m trying to read and write myself into oblivion but it doesn’t appear that I will have any success in that. I’ve been reading lots of random stuff online, I also have a book I pick up and page through, haven’t gotten fully engaged in it yet. I’m also hungry. I baked chicken earlier, lots of chicken, I had a couple of pieces with a side of veggies and a side of mac and cheese. I also had a bowl of cherries and some oranges.

Maybe I should start a load of laundry. Or take a cold shower. I’d say a movie but I’m TV’d out. Besides the boys are watching some random movies that I just don’t think I can dumb myself down enough to enjoy with them. I suffered through Lockdown, horrid plot, and the dialogue was ludicrous.

Got the boys out for pics at the park, but first we stopped in to check out our new library, it is quite impressive with 3 levels and an elevator. We didn’t go to the lower level and we weren’t in there long. But me thinks me will perhaps go and spend some quiet time out there in the near future. We drove around a bit scouting a location for some family photos and settled on a nearby park, it was completely redone and a nice improvement from when the boys were babies. I used to take them there and play with them, I miss that freedom and curse my old decrepit body.

Of course I am calling for a do-over on the pics, two boys didn’t want to smile, one boy had a stain on his shirt, one boy had his eyes closed and I didn’t like my hair. So we will try again.

Ruby’s randomness reigns~

I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows. And a foundation leaks, and a ball game gets rained out, and a car rusts and if you have holes on the roof of that yet unfinished back room, well damn it you’re gonna have drops of rain in there too! And there could be a saving grace to this…find the leaks and strategically place plants around to catch the drops…genius! So maybe this weekend I will get a couple of plants, but I need something that can survive with very minimal attention, kind of like an artificial plant, which I already have two of, but they would look quite tacky if I left then where the drops fall.

Random Ruby~

Follow your dream! …. Unless it’s the one where you’re at work in your underwear during a fire drill…or the one where you are sleeping butt nekkid and the tornado rips your roof up and the walls fall flat and there’s no cliff to jump off…

When I’m feeling down, I wish I could whistle and annoy the neighbor’s dog and make it run to the end of his chain and gag himself.

When IT’S good you don’t want to stop, and when IT isn’t … you can’t wait to throw up…but throwing up hurts and it’s a waste…..well yeah it is a waste…

Crazy thoughts, then I thought wonder if I could be heartless….yeah…I think I can…what do you think?


It’s been a while since I’ve just done the straight up randomness…here goes…today I took Boy # 2 to get his registration out-of-the-way. He is now officially a Sophomore, hard to believe…anyways…he got his schedule and books and his school ID. He will have orientation next week, I don’t think I’ll be up for that and hope he goes on his own, more than likely he will want mommy with him. Next week will be Boy # 3’s turn to do the same.

I had both boys go thru their closet and get me what they no longer are wearing, I have a pile going and I am ironing the shirts, hanging them and putting them up online for sale. A couple of shirts I haven’t seen them wear and I know there are a few more that I know will be on the to go pile. I will price them fairly cheap and I know they will sell, as I’ve had luck doing it this way instead of hassling with a yard sale.

Stopped at the grocery store and picked up a few items, only things I had coupons for…I’ll likely be baking cake soon…haven’t had cake in a while. Well except for wedding cake weekend before last…but that doesn’t count….neither do all the baked goods I had while on vacation.

Tomorrow will be a stressful day, I will be robbing Peter to pay Paul…Peter is my rapidly dwindling savings account, I renamed that account, previously that account was called Moi. Paul…well Paul is my doctor, hospital, medical and all those other accounts that are demanding payment. My last little trip was probably not a wise one, neither was the one before that…but my sanity was at stake so I made sacrifices…I feel like a damn martyr…and no, not in a religious sense. I’m always sacrificing this, that or the other…but it’s all my fault…I made my bed, got in it, knocked all the fucking covers off, got tangled in the sheets and invited the devil to lay next to me.

I also will have to pay full price for school lunches for the boys, which totally sucks, they go off of my disability check, but that check is not nearly enough to cover the regular monthly expenses….that’s why I’m always hitting up good old Peter. Boy # 1 was also in an accident and his car is needing to be repaired….I would love to help him with that….well enough whining about how broke-ass I am…someone will likely remind me that I am still breathing and then I’ll have to go into that whole breathing don’t pay the damn bills….

So yeah the poor house is fast becoming my reality…too many bills and not enough bucks. So if you have an extra dollar or two you want to contribute to Peter feel free to click on the donate button.

Thought of U & smiled 2day…not because I want U (even though I do) but because I’ve had U~

I slept in today…not much but enough to make up for the hours I was up reading last night. I had my coffee, watched a bit of TV…moved on to make some banana pecan pancakes and then back to vegetating in front of the TV. I now think it is shower time…just cause I feel sticky and icky…that is mostly because I am back to watching what I spend and I need to keep my utilities down. I ended up spending more that I anticipated last month and I’ve got bills to pay off….my doctor keeps sending me bills…so I guess I need to make a good faith effort to pay him something very soon before it goes off to a collection agency. Don’t need that hassle.

I ended up with two 5 foot tall cabinets off of freecycle, one ended up in my bonus/library to be room and the other one by the entrance to the laundry room. I will be using one for blankets and sheets and the other for odds and ends.

I hate feeling discombobulated…normalcy is right around the corner just a tad out of reach…TTFN

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not~

Who are you?

Hate. Such a strong word…an emotion of strong revulsion. I cannot say I hate anyone, but I do have a strong dislike at times for short periods of time.  I don’t think it would do any good to hold on to feelings of hate…so I don’t…sure a day or two I might be bitching about hating something/someone then I’ll get over it.

Love…well that is the other extreme…an emotion that cannot be conveyed as easily as hate can. It runs the gamut from expression towards food to the benign such as shoes or ever more intense, a feeling for another.

Hate me for being a vile human but don’t love me for being a hypocrite. Too deep a quote….

But hey it’s Friday….and that means absolutely nothing in my world. My old crippled ass will be doing the same thing I’ve been doing since June of last year. I’ll be at home where I have no life, where I cannot cause any trouble out in the real world. If you ask what kind of trouble I could cause….well I breathe, that’s enough trouble right there….LOL…

I’ll probably do some reading, I’ve been laying off the TV, there really isn’t much on there to watch…I do need to try to find some movies to record so the boys won’t be terribly bored. Tonight will be steak and potatoes and if I get around to it I may bake a cake, haven’t baked a cake in a while.

I’ve also been back to entertaining the thought of moving…Calgon take me away….

So much randomness oh and I’ll be working on a new short for the Ex Files, this will be different but no so much, it comes from a reader….but chillingly familiar…I swear abusers are all the same, controlling, insecure and just jerks.

And I’m off….

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