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????

Shell shocked….continued

I remember her walking in and I knew something was not right. I didn’t know her aside from brief interactions at the counter or as I made rounds….but I was seeing a person that was in shock.

I asked if she was ok, she broke down for a split second and disclosed that she had just been diagnosed with cancer.

The next day she came in after her first treatment.

Somewhere along the way I just felt I needed to be there for her, she hasn’t disclosed the details and I haven’t probed….but I have found a new friend and I’ll do what I can to be there for her.

Hurricane Asshattery

I shouldn’t be bitching….but hey I’m being human….and I know nothing I’m going through can begin to compare to the devastation left in the wake of hurricane Sandy….

So I have been working 7 days a week…running on fumes, just trying to get ahead…ain’t gonna happen anytime soon. I was finally able to get the apartment rented out after it being used for storage for a while….I had no reported problems from the previous tenant, but now I’m inundated with a mountain of repairs that will need to be addressed. SIGH**** What next? Will I need a third job just to keep afloat…I don’t know….I’m trying to not stress it, but those are the joys of being a single parent and a homeowner….and to add to that I have the added responsibility of taking care of property that doesn’t belong to me but was left in my care….some days I wish I was not MS. Responsibility….as much as I have being accused of being irresponsible…SIGH****

Yes this is a pity party, party of one, but still a party….the only way I party nowadays.

Tomorrow is my Friday from job one….YAY! I’ll be tackling laundry and housecleaning….and trying to rest in between….I’m amazed at how I was able to hold up while big drama was playing havoc in my world….it was a rotation of work and being gone to avoid it, now I’m embracing the not having to be gone part, but I still can’t seem to catch up on much-needed rest.

Somehow I still haven’t found the time or energy to reconnect with my much neglected friends….I haven’t forgotten any of them, in fact I think about them and the trials they are facing, health issues financial and otherwise…yeah I know the world does not revolve around me…..

Love y’all

It’s something….

It’s always something, all this fuckery….something…always something.

Financial setbacks….health setbacks, job, life in general….but I guess if it wasn’t for something we wouldn’t have much of a life. Life is a bitch….not for all…some people actually enjoy this shit…life….me personally….I’m tired of it….day in, day out….all the same fuckery…I don’t even wait for shit to happen, waking up…it’s a given…shit will find me.

Tomorrow is the start of tax-free weekend…I am anticipating all kinds of zombie like creatures going nuts over a no tax shopping frenzy….I may soak in Calgon in preparation…..

This one comes from the bowels….

And when I say bowels I don’t mean the intestine…but rather somewhere deep….like the far recesses of my mind…see I was having a deep, deep conversation with someone….and it may have only been deep on my end as I’m the one that had the epiphany.

Where do we come from? This question has been asked and answered in so many ways, many intelligent answers and some rather weird ones too…and some just plain funny, especially when a kid asks and the adult wants to just gloss over the response….deeming their responses to complicated for a child to understand. It doesn’t have to be. It is quite simple….this whole universal creational stuff…so simple….VAGINAS….yes we all come from a vagina, man, woman and child….and I suspect most animals….

True story.


I’ve had several working titles….mainly because I’ve had my mind working in overdrive. There is so much I keep to myself unless I spew it here or there or with a select individual or what not….but lately I just can’t….for all that I put forth there is still way more that won’t see the light of day or the shadows of night-time.

I had a great day with the kidlets….had an individual express pity for me that I had not received anything materialistic….I don’t need any of that….just hearing my boys say they love me day and night is more valuable to me than anything else. Yeah people are stupid fucktards….anywho I also had a human moment….not a fan of feeling human…..

Have chocolate….and a good book and a nice bed with cool sheets and plenty of pillows and a fan or two or three waiting to coordinate a hum of activity to help me sleep….or at least shut my eyes for a bit.


When it rains, it pours. It rained earlier, it was much-needed. It didn’t rain shit. Just water.

The shitstorms I’m alluding to are the things I am saving up to fix. Only to discover something else to add to the list. Not too long ago I had my bathroom shower retiled….well that was a crappy job it is now cracking and I’m sure if I was to complain to the individual that did the work I’d probably be told that the “house” has shifted and that is why the work is falling apart. *Sigh…can’t catch a break. Not that I would bother hunting down that person, I paid for other work and it too was half assed. Like the big girl that I am all I can do is hoist my granny panties all the way up my crack and suck it up. But before I do that I get to bitch and vent here. I am not up to verbally whining about it at this point….tomorrow or the day after or whenever that tomorrow is I will probably laugh about it.

Life sucks big fat purple monkey balls.

I wish I could get ahold of those balls and do a not so gentle pull and twist just to even things out a bit. And just to add a bit of snark…it is ALL a MAN’s fault. There I said…bite me!

Oh and I got my fix earlier….I was tired and made myself get out to run a quick errand, thankfully boy # 3 ran in and picked up what we needed. I sorta semi snoozed while he went in. Now I’m awake so I will probably do a bit of reading in the hope I can read myself to sleep.

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…

Cringe worthy….

I’ve got a couple of things (not human things) that I need to touch, I need to handle…with my hands…but the thought of touching them is making me sick. The thought crosses my mind that if I touch these things I’m basically on the same level as a common whore. My dilemma unfortunate as it is, is that I will have no choice but to touch them. I’m prolonging it as much as possible….the bad things is that currently there are two of these things, in different rooms, one right in front of me reminding me that I am basically a piece of shit, the other thing is in a different room, a room I also spend time in…so yeah, no escaping the reminders….sigh***

I’m also waging a little battle with myself, a battle of wits, or a battle of something else….I have to overcome these feelings….I know I am not a piece of shit, I know that I shouldn’t allow how others view me…I’ll come through this, I always do….but dammit I am so tempted to set this shit on fire….but then that would destroy my desk (which is already falling apart as it is) and possibly burn the house down…but then at least we would be warm.


And I’m not a whore….okay I’ll stop with this thought…I can only go downhill with the rest of the thought that was coming with this…

…and when it rains it pours….sigh***I guess my day is not over yet…headed out…I’m cold, tired and frustrated….

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