No, I'm not all right

I've gotten some emails from some you wanting to know if I'm ok. It seems that when I don't post often enough, people get worried. Or, when I do post, and it's not my normal sarcastic self, people get worried.

Truth be known? No, I am not all right. In fact, I'm half left. Ok, that was a poor excuse for a joke, I know.

Seriously though, I think it's just that time of fucking year.

No matter how much or how little money I have, it's never enough. Or, in actuality, I thought it was going to be enough, then one of my family members got put in jail for an unpaid ticket, and guess who got to help bail them out?? There went that $400 cushion...

The days are too damn short. Not hour wise, obviously, but sun wise. Even though I'm an insomniac, and stay up late, I love the sun. The fact that daylight savings time makes it to where there is an extra hour of sun in the morning does absolutely nothing for me. I need my extra hour in the evening, thank you very much.

Even thought this is the "slow" time of year for us business wise, it's never as slow as we seem to think it is. It's just not as busy as we'd like it to be. But, me being me, decide, "hey, December is slow in the tattoo world, so make sure and keep yourself busy doing other things. Selling wickless candles, making plans with other people, doing things with/for the kids, etc." That's when all hell breaks looses.

I fucking overextended myself - again. I do this regularly, then Husband wonders why I never accomplish anything. It also doesn't help that I am easily sidetracked: working, working, working....wait...did I take care of this?? Check on this. I got it half way done. Decide I need to finish it. Finish. Working, working, working...shit, I forgot I was supposed to do THAT four fucking days ago. Hurry off to do that. Working, working....oh hell, I'm behind on what?? Rush to try and finish what. Working....wait....what the hell was I originally working on? Try and remember for 15 minutes. Phone rings, take care of this and that. Still can't remember what I was originally working on. Say fuck it it's ok, I'll eventually remember. (Yes, this is REALLY what happens to me daily. Seriously. No joke.)

And now, ladies and gentleman, you truly know the answer to. "Are you ok?" (Ok, seriously? You can't figure that out on your own??? The damn answer is NO, I'm NOT ok! Just ask Husband, I'm sure he will be more than happy to provide even more examples of how I lose track of EVERYTHING.)

Losing My Haven

I was looking through some pictures on my phone, and suddenly realized I only have a few weeks left to enjoy one of my favorite places to run away to.

Due to water levels going to record lows, the marina at the local lake is closing down January first.

The dock there is where I taught my youngest son to fish, and he liked it so well, it's all he ever wants to do.

I caught my first - and second - walleye from this dock.

When we have a bad day at work, this is where Husband and I go to unwind. We throw in a few poles, sit & talk, enjoy the scenery, and if we catch something it's a bonus.

If Husband and I are having one of "those" days, it's not unknown for me to take a few hours to myself and hide at the lake with nothing but the fish for company.

We're not fairweather fishermen, either. Those walleye? I caught them in November a year or so ago. So, this isn't something that will hit next spring, this is effecting me in the here and now.

In just a few weeks, the dock will be gone.

I don't know where I'll go to find my little piece of sanity after that.

Already?!?!

If I've figured right, we are officially into the "12 days of Christmas" time of year. When I was a kid, this is about the time I went nuts trying to get my parents to let me open even ONE gift.

I guess I'm falling down on my parenting skills, as I have yet to even buy my kids one single gift.

In all honesty, I know what they want, and I know what I'm getting them. I just really, really don't want to have to go to the stores to buy it.

I'd planned on buying most of it online, so that I could avoid all the crazy, rude, last minute shoppers. Alas, it seems I've waited too long to even do that.

Time to put my big girl pants on and go fight the crowds. *sigh*

Think my kids would get mad if I just postponed the gift part of the holidays until say, March?

It's time to confess!

Yes, it's that time again! Time to vent and confess!




I confess:

• that I'm really starting to hate the whole Holiday/Christmas time of year.
• it seems every where I turn there is someone expecting me to give a handout.
• I don't mind donating, but I can only give so much.
• my kids aren't any different than the charities.
• every year they seem to think they deserve to get more and more and more.
• I'm thisclose to telling them this year there will be no presents.
• I wouldn't really do that, but sometimes it is tempting.
• this is also one of the busiest times of year for me.
• as a Scentsy consultant, I sell more during the next week than I sell in the whole month of July.
• I can sleep in January.
• I'm really not complaining, my Scentsy pay is buying all the things my kids think they need for Christmas.
• I did take 4 hours to myself today
• I had my hair done.
• I don't even feel guilty.
• this is the first time in over 2 months that I took time to do this.
• it's looks pretty awesome if  I do say so, myself.
• husband even likes it.
• that's always a bonus.

Marriage

When I originally started writing this blog gang post, I was going to talk about my experiences with marriage, and how finally on my 3rd marriage I managed to get it right.

Then it happened.

I had a friend told by her manager that she could no longer refer to her wife as her wife. The reason she was given was that it "might offend" some of the customers that came in the store. The next excuse was that it was for her own "protection".

I was instantly pissed, in fact I still am.

Who has the right to tell another human being that they are no longer allowed to admit who they love? In my opinion, no one has that right. No one has the right to tell someone it may "offend" someone else, while the whole time they are offending the person standing in front of them.

Who are you, I, or anyone else to tell someone they can't love who they love? You can't control that, it happens to you.

A marriage is a vow between two people to love, cherish, and stand by each other through good times and bad. It's not about one of you must have a vagina and the other a penis. It's no one's business what a married couple does behind a closed bedroom door, as long as it's consensual.

What are people so scared of that they can't "legalize" same sex marriage? Don't give me the argument it will ruin heterosexual marriages. Unless one of the people is gay or a lesbian, it will not effect their marriage at all. (And just a guess, if one of them are homosexual and the other heterosexual, there are already issues in that marriage.)

Here's a novel idea: instead of worrying about letting gays and lesbians marry, start looking at the divorce rate between heterosexuals. Look at the murder rates, the sexual assaults, child abuse, etc. Let's start worrying about something that is a hell of a lot more likely to happen to all of us, instead of worrying that homosexuals are going to try and secretly convert everyone.

I want everyone to stop and think for a minute. Would you look at your accountant different if they're a lesbian? Your doctor different if he's gay? No? Then why not give them the right to devote and share their lives with the person they love.

Because that's what marriage should be about: Love. Respect. Caring. Trust. Devotion.

And they say Kansas is flat....

Since I transplanted to Texas almost 12 years ago, I've heard all the Kansas jokes. How flat it is, no running water, Dorothy & the Land of Oz (ok, that is actually pretty kick ass), etc, etc.

Then you drive down roads in Texas, and you wonder how in the hell Texans have any room to say anything about Kansas...

Don't get me wrong, I still think landscapes like this are gorgeous. Just don't try telling me that it's somehow "better"! 

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

More Theatre Painting

Once again, life is getting in the way of the blog. I promise I will get back here soon & give y'all a real post!

Until then, you can see that we start them young in our household when it comes to big art projects!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre