With everything going on around here, I have several posts sitting in Draft status. I am working on getting them to published.
The trip to Denver this week put me even further behind (though I have to say that DIA is one of the best airports I've ever been to!), and since I'm too cheap to spend $$$ on a laptop, I just deal with it!
Blog Gang post will be first to be published, albeit a few days late!
Have a great weekend!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Day From Hell
Seriously. From Hell. And then some.
I have been through so many emotions today....
And I'm totally fucking exhausted.
I'll post about it all in the next few days.
Right now, I'm going to tuck youngest in bed, and then go do the same to myself.
Y'all have a good night, and trust me - hug you younguns tight, and be happy you can.
I have been through so many emotions today....
And I'm totally fucking exhausted.
I'll post about it all in the next few days.
Right now, I'm going to tuck youngest in bed, and then go do the same to myself.
Y'all have a good night, and trust me - hug you younguns tight, and be happy you can.
Friday, January 21, 2011
I need your help!
Seriously. I need some honest opinions over this way.
For some reason, I decided I could build my own website. I forgot I hadn't done one of these in years, and I need some honest critics to check it out for me.
So, if you will go to: www.babettesseductivescents.com and then give me your true opinions, it would be greatly appreciated!
- is it easy to understand?
- Does it look like a place you would be willing to buy from?
- what changes would you suggest?
- whatever other opinions you might have that would help
And yes, I know that if I had ever thoughts about being anonymous in my blog, they all just went out the window. It's all good.
I just don't trust my "real life" friends to be brutally honest. Heaven knows fellow bloggers don't have that problem! (And really, I need blunt thoughts here - if y'all don't like it, I know my customers won't be as likely to buy!)
For those that are willing to do this - thank you in advance!
In fact, we'll turn this into my first ever blog prize! Comment here with your opinions, and have the chance to have your name drawn randomly to win! We'll leave this open until February 1, 2011. I'll comment here with the winner, and also contact the winner directly. Tell your friends, enemies, co-workers, and neighbors!
For some reason, I decided I could build my own website. I forgot I hadn't done one of these in years, and I need some honest critics to check it out for me.
So, if you will go to: www.babettesseductivescents.com and then give me your true opinions, it would be greatly appreciated!
- is it easy to understand?
- Does it look like a place you would be willing to buy from?
- what changes would you suggest?
- whatever other opinions you might have that would help
And yes, I know that if I had ever thoughts about being anonymous in my blog, they all just went out the window. It's all good.
I just don't trust my "real life" friends to be brutally honest. Heaven knows fellow bloggers don't have that problem! (And really, I need blunt thoughts here - if y'all don't like it, I know my customers won't be as likely to buy!)
For those that are willing to do this - thank you in advance!
In fact, we'll turn this into my first ever blog prize! Comment here with your opinions, and have the chance to have your name drawn randomly to win! We'll leave this open until February 1, 2011. I'll comment here with the winner, and also contact the winner directly. Tell your friends, enemies, co-workers, and neighbors!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ten on Tuesday
1. What’s your favorite color to paint your nails? Blue. Don't ask why, for some reason, that is just my go to color. I'm weird like that
2. Do you like to sneeze? Hell no. Did you know that in that one instant you are sneezing your entire body shuts down??
3. How often do you fill up your car with gas? Weekly - at least. Sometimes it seems like daily.
4. Were you named after anyone? Yep. A woman my momma went to school with. She liked the name. Sorry, no big heart rending story, there!
5. Have you made any good recipes lately? NY Strip steak with a wine sauce. Does that count?
6. What’s an easy money-saving tip that you use regularly? Don't go to Walmart with the kids in tow. I save a hell of a lot of money that way!
7. Would you rather have a sore throat or an ear ache? Sore throat, definitely!
8. Do you have any scars? What are they from? A bunch! Technically all my tattoos are just colored scars, but I have "real" scars from bike wrecks, basketball, and more.
9. What are you “known for” in your circle of friends/family? Scentsy and Tattoos - and for probably being the grumpy bitch of the group. I'm sure my friends are just being nice when they deny that.
10. How do you like to eat your pancakes? Butter and maple syrup!! (lots of it!) Oh!! And I have to have sausage to dip in the syrup!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Just don't understand...
(First, let me apologize for that horrible last post. I wrote it way too fast, without a lot of thought. I'm sure that I'll end up re-writing it completely very soon. Thanks for not unfollowing me for that one!)
Now, on to the real post:
I got a mesage today from a friend. He wanted to let me know he was going to be a daddy.
I know, y'all are thinking: Yay! Misfit's friend is gonna have a bambino in the house soon. Yeah, that's not the thought that went through my head, to say the least.
I'm not being a bitch. Ok, so maybe I am just a little.
However, when friend is closer to 50 than to 20, and has only been with the woman 3 months - well, I just can't get that whole, "I'm happy for you" vibe going.
Ok, even the above I could deal with.
BUT, when said "new mommy" already has TEN kids, by at least 6 different daddies...yeah, hard to be excited.
When friend is in town on business, and new mommy calls to say she's going to...uhmmmm...perform activities with a "friend" to make extra money.....hard to get excited.
When friend is in town to take car of rental property, and new mommy's old boyfriend answers phone and tells friend not to ever call her again....still can't bring myself to get excited.
When the first thought that came to my mind was, "you ARE getting a DNA test, I knew I couldn't be excited.
In fact, I wanted to get in my car, drive over to where friend and new mommy are residing, and knock friend upside the head.
Maybe it would wake his ass up....I doubt it...but maybe.
Now, on to the real post:
I got a mesage today from a friend. He wanted to let me know he was going to be a daddy.
I know, y'all are thinking: Yay! Misfit's friend is gonna have a bambino in the house soon. Yeah, that's not the thought that went through my head, to say the least.
I'm not being a bitch. Ok, so maybe I am just a little.
However, when friend is closer to 50 than to 20, and has only been with the woman 3 months - well, I just can't get that whole, "I'm happy for you" vibe going.
Ok, even the above I could deal with.
BUT, when said "new mommy" already has TEN kids, by at least 6 different daddies...yeah, hard to be excited.
When friend is in town on business, and new mommy calls to say she's going to...uhmmmm...perform activities with a "friend" to make extra money.....hard to get excited.
When friend is in town to take car of rental property, and new mommy's old boyfriend answers phone and tells friend not to ever call her again....still can't bring myself to get excited.
When the first thought that came to my mind was, "you ARE getting a DNA test, I knew I couldn't be excited.
In fact, I wanted to get in my car, drive over to where friend and new mommy are residing, and knock friend upside the head.
Maybe it would wake his ass up....I doubt it...but maybe.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Fact or Fiction: Blog Gang
My post is a little late - sorry y'all! I finally had to threaten my computer with a sledgehammer to get it to work right for me!
Anywho - today I'm supposed to be writing on the topic, "Fact or Fiction". To be honest, I've been trying to think this one through in my head for two weeks, and I just keep ending up at a wall. On that note, I'm just going to wing it, and hope for the best!
Here's the basics:
Ever watched a court show on TV? Or been in court? (If not, what rock did you just crawl out from under?) Remember all the lawyers/actors always going on about, "The FACTS of the case are blah, blah, blah." Uhmmm...yeah...most of them weren't FACTS. They were someone's version of the truth. Unless there is a video and audio recording of the event, don't count on what you are told as being the FACTS.
Don't believe me? Say you witness an accident on Main Street, USA between a red Ford truck and a blue Chevy car. This to you is a fact, right? Well, to the witness across the road who says the facts are: A maroon Ford F150 pick-up with white pinstripes, ran into the teal Chevrolet Camaro, your version is not a fact, it's bits and pieces of it. The 26 year old driving the aqua Chevy will claim that the truck looked like a Ford F250, and had red paint with beige stripes down the side.
Ever sat there with a friend and heard them tell a story about the time you two got drunk? You know damn good and well there was no bar fight, and that you are the one that drove home. However, in their version, you were both involved in some major altercation, and you were so drunk you couldn't even walk to the car. Are they intentionally lying? Probably not. But once the story starts to be told, your friend may remember some little thing about the night that you don't. In your friends mind, it was a HUGE deal, and it's what they remember most. You don't remember it that way. Who's the one telling the fact, and who's telling the fiction? Trust me, after a few years of the same story, you're going to start to wonder yourself if your version of the facts is in actuality the fiction.
What I'm trying to get at is this: While you may fully believe you are telling the facts of what you saw or did, you are in all actuality telling your version of the facts, with a little bit of fiction thrown in. It's human nature. We embellish. We all remember different things about the same event. Why do you think cops try to get as many witness statements as possible? It's so that HOPEFULLY out of 15 stories they can find enough that say the same things here and there. They, in turn, write down the similarities as "Fact".
And y'all wonder why, 40+ years later, we still don't know who shot JFK....
Anywho - today I'm supposed to be writing on the topic, "Fact or Fiction". To be honest, I've been trying to think this one through in my head for two weeks, and I just keep ending up at a wall. On that note, I'm just going to wing it, and hope for the best!
Here's the basics:
- Fact = something that can be proven to be true, beyond any reasonable doubt.
- Fiction = an embellishment of a fact, or a made up story for entertainment.
Ever watched a court show on TV? Or been in court? (If not, what rock did you just crawl out from under?) Remember all the lawyers/actors always going on about, "The FACTS of the case are blah, blah, blah." Uhmmm...yeah...most of them weren't FACTS. They were someone's version of the truth. Unless there is a video and audio recording of the event, don't count on what you are told as being the FACTS.
Don't believe me? Say you witness an accident on Main Street, USA between a red Ford truck and a blue Chevy car. This to you is a fact, right? Well, to the witness across the road who says the facts are: A maroon Ford F150 pick-up with white pinstripes, ran into the teal Chevrolet Camaro, your version is not a fact, it's bits and pieces of it. The 26 year old driving the aqua Chevy will claim that the truck looked like a Ford F250, and had red paint with beige stripes down the side.
Ever sat there with a friend and heard them tell a story about the time you two got drunk? You know damn good and well there was no bar fight, and that you are the one that drove home. However, in their version, you were both involved in some major altercation, and you were so drunk you couldn't even walk to the car. Are they intentionally lying? Probably not. But once the story starts to be told, your friend may remember some little thing about the night that you don't. In your friends mind, it was a HUGE deal, and it's what they remember most. You don't remember it that way. Who's the one telling the fact, and who's telling the fiction? Trust me, after a few years of the same story, you're going to start to wonder yourself if your version of the facts is in actuality the fiction.
What I'm trying to get at is this: While you may fully believe you are telling the facts of what you saw or did, you are in all actuality telling your version of the facts, with a little bit of fiction thrown in. It's human nature. We embellish. We all remember different things about the same event. Why do you think cops try to get as many witness statements as possible? It's so that HOPEFULLY out of 15 stories they can find enough that say the same things here and there. They, in turn, write down the similarities as "Fact".
And y'all wonder why, 40+ years later, we still don't know who shot JFK....
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Ten on Tuesday
Since I can't don't want to organize all my thoughts to write a "real" blog today, I'm joining in on this one, this week! Hell, probably every week!
1. Is there a band/artist that you HATE?
Yes, Justin Beiber, Miley Cyrus, Kelly Clarkson...uhmm...well, you get the idea.
2. What do you do when you get a gift that you do not like? How do you react?
I act appreciative, but to be honest, I can't remember the last gift I got that I didn't like.
3. How is your work office/cubicle decorated?
Decorated? Do you consider mass chaos, "decorating"?
4. Do you use all of your vacation every year?
Uhmmmm....what vacation days??? I'm self-employed, there is no such thing in my world!
5. Did you have a real or fake Christmas tree?
Fake. And the one at the house is silver, the one at the studio is black. Deal with it. They are both actually taken down, though. That ought to score me points somehow.
6. If you could have anything for dinner tonight, what would it be?
A bowl of cereal. I doubt that Husband and kids would go for it, though.
7. Do you bite your fingernails?
Hell no! Do you know what gets stuck underneath your fingernails?
8. How many cups of coffee do you drink each day?
None. I do, however, drink a shit ton of coke.
9. Do you have a nervous tick?
I chew the inside of my cheek. It drives Husband nuts.
10. How often do you vacuum?
At least twice a week. Usually more.
1. Is there a band/artist that you HATE?
Yes, Justin Beiber, Miley Cyrus, Kelly Clarkson...uhmm...well, you get the idea.
2. What do you do when you get a gift that you do not like? How do you react?
I act appreciative, but to be honest, I can't remember the last gift I got that I didn't like.
3. How is your work office/cubicle decorated?
Decorated? Do you consider mass chaos, "decorating"?
4. Do you use all of your vacation every year?
Uhmmmm....what vacation days??? I'm self-employed, there is no such thing in my world!
5. Did you have a real or fake Christmas tree?
Fake. And the one at the house is silver, the one at the studio is black. Deal with it. They are both actually taken down, though. That ought to score me points somehow.
6. If you could have anything for dinner tonight, what would it be?
A bowl of cereal. I doubt that Husband and kids would go for it, though.
7. Do you bite your fingernails?
Hell no! Do you know what gets stuck underneath your fingernails?
8. How many cups of coffee do you drink each day?
None. I do, however, drink a shit ton of coke.
9. Do you have a nervous tick?
I chew the inside of my cheek. It drives Husband nuts.
10. How often do you vacuum?
At least twice a week. Usually more.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Friday Confessional
Yes, I know, I've been slacking on my confessions, but I'm back now - so stop sending all the hate mail!!
I confess:
I confess:
- I'm supposed to be converting a version of the clean eating lifestyle.
- I have decided that on occasion, ho hos are included in the clean eating lifestyle
- So is Coca-Cola.
- You'd think I was sucking at this "diet"
- You'd be surprised to know that I've lost 12 lbs in 3 weeks on it.
- I have a friend who is greatly upset that her o.b. tampons are missing from store shelves.
- Me, being me, decided to look into it for her.
- I spent 30 minutes reading on why o.b. is no longer available.
- It seems there is no answer.
- I don't know why I even wasted the time - I don't even use the damn things!
- I am once again being subjected to "man talk"
- I don't really mind this so much, but they feel the need to include me in the conversation here and there.
- I'd really rather just sit here on my computer, and live on Facbeook and blog land.
- I'm not trying to be mean, but there are times a woman just needs some time to "get away"
- Speaking of getting away, I'm going to Denver in a few weeks.
- I seem to think I need to learn more on how to be a Scentsy Independent Consultant, and spend money while doing so.
- I also finally decided on a name for my website, thanks to a friend, I went with a more "suggestive" name, so y'all need to go buy tons of wickless candles, at www.BabettesSeductiveScents.com
- I'm not ashamed to promote myself in my own blog, hell y'all aren't clicking on the google ads and making me a millionaire, so I have to make money somewhere to feed my starving children!
- Ok, my kids really aren't starving, but they think they are. They just don't like my idea of "good food".
- I'm hoping that by not feeding them the food they want, they will get the hint, and start cooking every once in awhile.
- Oldest is going to be so screwed when he leaves the nest in a few months, and food no longer magically appears for him every night.
- I'm willing to bet that if you could cook using a PS3, Wii, or Xbox, I'd have gourmet dinners every damn night.
- I get phone calls, "When are you coming home?" "What are we having for supper?"
- I wonder what they would do if I told them fried worms.
- Now that I've bored you long enough, and went off on several different topics, I'll go away, and let you get back to REAL blogs to read!
Oldest is (almost) all growed up!
Meeting at the school this morning on Oldest. (Wonder Mom decided it was her once a year, time to pretend like she gives a damn, and put on a (not so convincing) show, so she was there. I try to be nice, as I know Oldest still holds out hope that things will change in their relationship. Sometimes it's not easy to be nice.)
Good news! Oldest has finally pulled his head out, and is pulling all As and Bs! Then again, getting threatened to lose all your electronic gadgets & privileges, may have something to do with it.
He's now also decided that, *gasp* we were right. College does sound like a good idea. Now to get all the paperwork filled out for grants, scholarships, and loans. Keep your fingers crossed for him/us!
I also realized today that in THREE months, he will be 18. I don't think I'm looking forward to that. I remember what I pulled when I turned 18. (Please, please, please let him be smarter than I was!)
This also means that prom is coming up. Which means tux rentals, flowers, limo, and so much more. (In case you don't have kids, this all translates to $$$.)
Graduation is also coming up. We still need to order his announcements. Figure out who to invite. Make graduation party plans. (Figured out yet that this also translates to $$$??)
I am NOT ready for all of this! He's NOT supposed to be old enough for all of these things. Seriously. He's supposed to be 12, or something like that.
I'm excited for him, but we're not going to adjust well to the fact he will be a full fledged adult. An adult trying to make it in this crazy world.....
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Letter to my 15 year old self
Dear obnoxious know-it-all brat Self,
All those girls you want to be like? They don't change much over the years. In fact, most of them that think they're better than everyone? Yeah, they went to college, realized they couldn't handle living life for real, and moved back to Dot On The Map, Kansas. Quit thinking you need to be like them. It's so not worth it. I promise.
It won't matter in 5 years what you wore to school on Monday. Or Thursday. Or Friday, for that matter.
Put down the damn Aquanet already. Yes, I see that it gives you that totally awesome dog eared, 6 inch tall hair. You'll look back at those pictures and ask yourself, "What the FUCK was I thinking??" Don't worry though, you aren't far away from the grunge look. And you that means you can get away with getting up 10 minutes before you're supposed to be at school. This is NOT a good look (and for all my readers - this is NOT me, it's a pic I found here: http://www.liketotally80s.com though this is close to what we used to do! LOL) :
Concentrate on your art classes. Yes, I know you already like them. Ok, ok...you love them. But dammit, quit worrying about that senior guy that winks at you every day, and LISTEN to what Mr. Phillipy is telling you. You ARE going to need this later in life. I promise!
Those Pepe jeans you saved and saved to buy? In 10 years, no one will even know what they are. But, you will still only be able to find one brand of jeans that fit you "just right". Calvin Klein will be your jean of choice for awhile. Then, out of no where, they'll stop making that brand too. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is - really, they aren't that important. Quit wasting your damn money. Start saving it. You will need it in the not too distant future.
Start being nicer to your mom. She's one of the few that will always be in your corner.
Stop being jealous that your dad seems to spend more time with your sister. You're the idiot that never let him know you were interested in the motorcycles, and his life.
And, while we're on mom and dad - quit. Seriously. I know that you think you need to "fit in" with all the "cool" girls. That doesn't mean you need to be embarrassed of our parents. Look at all they sacrifice for you. While you may not realize it now, you are luckier than a lot of your classmates. Your parents love you unconditionally. You'll realize this in later years. Especially when you can't spend as much time with them as you'd like to. Besides, I know as well as you do, that you secretly love going to places like Deerfield beach to all the "biker" parties. That you wouldn't change a damn thing for yourself. So, again, quit.
That guy you just started dating? Uhmmm....yeah...so not worth it, either. He thinks that just because you have big boobs, you're going to be easy. Just dump his ass now, don't wait 4 months to finally decide he's an ass.
And that one guy? The one that you just know that you can "change" and "help"? Let me fill you in. He's going to slowly take your life away from you. All those guys that have been your friends since you were like, two? You're going to have to tell them goodbye, or risk being accused of sleeping with every single one of them. Repeatedly. When that guy shoves you? Yeah, don't believe him when he says it's because he loves you so much, and you "hurt" him. Nope. It's cuz he's an abusive, insecure jerk. In a few years, he will have progressed to out and out hitting you. He'll even take your birth control pills and crush them every time he comes across them. In some twisted way, you will believe him when he tells you that you don't need them if you aren't cheating on him. It won't matter though, when you show up knocked up half way through your senior year, he'll go through a list of all the guy friends you said goodbye to, and claim that you were sleeping with all of them. Your daughter from this? She'll be worth it. Way worth it. But seriously, as soon as possible, leave his ass. He doesn't change. In fact, he gets worse. Way worse.
Now, quit worrying about the zits, the bad hair days, etc. They won't matter later on.
And all those "rich" girls? Not so "rich" after all. And some of them will end up being jealous of you in about 10 years or so. Really jealous. So jealous, they're going to pretend that y'all were the bestest of friends back in the day. You'll enjoy being able to tell them to kiss off.
I'm sure there's lots I forgot to tell you, so don't be surprised if another letter shows up out of nowhere, again. Maybe you'll actually pay attention to the next one...
B
All those girls you want to be like? They don't change much over the years. In fact, most of them that think they're better than everyone? Yeah, they went to college, realized they couldn't handle living life for real, and moved back to Dot On The Map, Kansas. Quit thinking you need to be like them. It's so not worth it. I promise.
It won't matter in 5 years what you wore to school on Monday. Or Thursday. Or Friday, for that matter.
Put down the damn Aquanet already. Yes, I see that it gives you that totally awesome dog eared, 6 inch tall hair. You'll look back at those pictures and ask yourself, "What the FUCK was I thinking??" Don't worry though, you aren't far away from the grunge look. And you that means you can get away with getting up 10 minutes before you're supposed to be at school. This is NOT a good look (and for all my readers - this is NOT me, it's a pic I found here: http://www.liketotally80s.com though this is close to what we used to do! LOL) :
Concentrate on your art classes. Yes, I know you already like them. Ok, ok...you love them. But dammit, quit worrying about that senior guy that winks at you every day, and LISTEN to what Mr. Phillipy is telling you. You ARE going to need this later in life. I promise!
Those Pepe jeans you saved and saved to buy? In 10 years, no one will even know what they are. But, you will still only be able to find one brand of jeans that fit you "just right". Calvin Klein will be your jean of choice for awhile. Then, out of no where, they'll stop making that brand too. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is - really, they aren't that important. Quit wasting your damn money. Start saving it. You will need it in the not too distant future.
Start being nicer to your mom. She's one of the few that will always be in your corner.
Stop being jealous that your dad seems to spend more time with your sister. You're the idiot that never let him know you were interested in the motorcycles, and his life.
And, while we're on mom and dad - quit. Seriously. I know that you think you need to "fit in" with all the "cool" girls. That doesn't mean you need to be embarrassed of our parents. Look at all they sacrifice for you. While you may not realize it now, you are luckier than a lot of your classmates. Your parents love you unconditionally. You'll realize this in later years. Especially when you can't spend as much time with them as you'd like to. Besides, I know as well as you do, that you secretly love going to places like Deerfield beach to all the "biker" parties. That you wouldn't change a damn thing for yourself. So, again, quit.
That guy you just started dating? Uhmmm....yeah...so not worth it, either. He thinks that just because you have big boobs, you're going to be easy. Just dump his ass now, don't wait 4 months to finally decide he's an ass.
And that one guy? The one that you just know that you can "change" and "help"? Let me fill you in. He's going to slowly take your life away from you. All those guys that have been your friends since you were like, two? You're going to have to tell them goodbye, or risk being accused of sleeping with every single one of them. Repeatedly. When that guy shoves you? Yeah, don't believe him when he says it's because he loves you so much, and you "hurt" him. Nope. It's cuz he's an abusive, insecure jerk. In a few years, he will have progressed to out and out hitting you. He'll even take your birth control pills and crush them every time he comes across them. In some twisted way, you will believe him when he tells you that you don't need them if you aren't cheating on him. It won't matter though, when you show up knocked up half way through your senior year, he'll go through a list of all the guy friends you said goodbye to, and claim that you were sleeping with all of them. Your daughter from this? She'll be worth it. Way worth it. But seriously, as soon as possible, leave his ass. He doesn't change. In fact, he gets worse. Way worse.
Now, quit worrying about the zits, the bad hair days, etc. They won't matter later on.
And all those "rich" girls? Not so "rich" after all. And some of them will end up being jealous of you in about 10 years or so. Really jealous. So jealous, they're going to pretend that y'all were the bestest of friends back in the day. You'll enjoy being able to tell them to kiss off.
I'm sure there's lots I forgot to tell you, so don't be surprised if another letter shows up out of nowhere, again. Maybe you'll actually pay attention to the next one...
B
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