It's Saturday! (or is it Sunday??)

I had a huge blog typed out.

Then I remembered I'd been drinking.

So, I deleted it all.

Sorry!!

I'm Turning Into Scrooge, and I Think I Like It

Yeah, I know, some of you think that when I say "confessional" that I'm going to tell you all my dirty little secrets that run through my head. One, Husband would not be happy for sharing half of them. Two, the other half would probably land my ass in jail. So, that being said, I'm tackling my "Why I hate the Holiday season"  this week.

I confess:

• Retail displays like this, that show up before Halloween even gets here, really piss me off.
• I like being able to enjoy my holidays in the order they come in, thankyouverymuch!
• I miss the days when the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade brought Santa out, and therefore, all the shopping madness that then follows.
• I should not have to go into a store on October 20, and see all this shit. Seriously.
• I should not go to the store on November 5th, to get all the platters for Thanksgiving and end up having to hunt down a clearance aisle in order to buy any of it.
• Shit like this makes me want to boycott any holiday after Halloween.
• I own my own business, and refuse to put up anything Christmas related until the day after Thanksgiving.
• I have come to hate the whole retail side of these holidays, enough that our studio Christmas tree has been black with a skull topper on it for the past 3 years. This year will be no different.
• I should not have to deal with other businesses cramming this down my throat 2 or 3 months in advance.
• Christmas carols over a store's speaker system should not be allowed to play until Black Friday, if at all.
• I also do not like the term "Black Friday". 
• I hate the fact that since all of our money will put retailers in the "black", they decided to rub it in our faces how much money they will have, and we will no longer have.
• I used to make fun of Husband for his hatred of this season.
• I have now turned into just as big of Scrooge.
• I blame all the retailers for taking away the excitement by trying to make us think of Christmas before the time change even happens.
• I wholly believe that they move it up earlier, and earlier every year.
• I believe that Santa should skip every single person who has brought about the 3 month holiday season.
• I hate the fact that to get my point across of my hatred of this practice, I felt I had to put a picture up of all things Christmas BEFORE Thanksgiving is even here.

Why I haven't been here

This is just one of the reasons I have been around as much the past week!

Spent 6 hours @ the theatre last night helping paint marquee signs and backdrops.

Scentsy is also rocking, with orders coming in daily. It looks like there's going to be a lot of people getting & giving good scents for the holidays.

Studio is staying steady, though I don't think it's ever as busy as any of us would want it to be. Ten again, we could tatto for 12 hrs straight, and it probably wouldn't be enough!

Things are looking up on the kid side of things. Hopefully it will all be in court and done soon!

I'll be posting a Confessional tomorrow. Hopefully after that, I'll be back in the blogging swing of things!

Changing Up The Friday Posts

I confess:

• I sometimes wish my ex-husband would disappear from the face of the earth.
• I know I should feel guilty about this, but I don't.
• In fact, since I'm confessing, I dream of the day he moves to say, Russia or Iraq.
• I'm really not a bad person.
• If you had to deal with someone who felt that medicating a child into submission was acceptable, you'd understand completely.
• He has pissed me off upset me so bad this time, I can't even talk to him for fear that I will not have the will power to be civil.
• The Ex is probably going to find this, and try and use it against me. 
• That's his style.
• I don't think I really care anymore.
• I sometimes wonder WTF I was ever thinking when I ended up with him.
• I wonder why it took me over a year to see him for what he really was.
• I could use the excuse I was smokin' crack, but I wasn't, and even if I joke about it, he will try and use it against me.
• He forgets I know a lot of his dirty little secrets, though.
• In his own words, "It will all come out in the wash". 
• I have a premonition that day is coming soon for him.
• Husband is going to see this, and tell me again to be careful what I write.
• I feel that TEN YEARS after I left Ex, I should be able to speak my opinions.
• But we all know what Ex is like, so I don't.
• I am at a point, I secretly wish Ex would find this, in the hopes it would open his eyes a little.
• I know even if he does, it won't make a shit to him.
• It's hard to have your eyes opened, when you think you're better than everyone.

Snow?? Seriously?

This is what I woke up to this morning. 

Considering the fact that it was supposed to be thunderstorms, it wasn't what I was expecting.

Now, whoever messed up, and sent this white crap instead of rain, please fix the screw-up.

Take this crap back up to Colorado or Wyoming. Texas doesn't want it. We appreciate the thought of moisture, but it came in the wrong form.

Hobby (Blog Gang)

As part of the Blog Gang, I'm given a topic every few weeks to write about. This time, the topic is "Hobby". I thought to myself, well, that will be easy. I can simply write about my hobby. How hard can that be? Oh, wait, I just realized that I don't think I really have a hobby. Ok, see, this is where things get tough.

I'm scatterbrained, and I really don't stick with most things long enough for them to be considered hobbies. I am easily bored, and if something new comes along that looks more interesting than what I'm in the middle of, I will try the new activity. This is not conducive to having a a hobby. Hell, there's days it's not conducive to having a job. But, we won't go there. This is supposed to be about HOBBIES, the exact OPPOSITE of a job.

This is the definition of hobby: An activity or interest pursued outside one's regular occupation and engaged in primarily for pleasure.

I create art for a living. That makes me a professional, not a hobbyist. So, check "art" and all related items off the "hobby" list.

I am addicted to wickless candles. But I sell them, so I guess that takes away any chance of adding them to that list, too.

I garden, but I always forget to water it, never get it planted on time, forget to harvest it, and that's only for about 3 months out of the year. So, this one is disqualified, as I think a hobby is supposed to be something you do year round to relax. (Not to mention REMEMBER to do!)

Oh, wait!! Reading!! I LOVE to read!! Then again, since I read so much, would that really be considered a hobby? And there are times I read that I really don't enjoy it. The book is stupid, and I'm too stubborn to put it down unfinished, or other crap like that. In all honesty, I think I treat reading more as an addiction. In my mind there is no such thing as too many books. Ok, reading is now off the list. Yes, I do it for pleasure in my off time, but seriously, I always see a "hobby" as actually DOING something. In that vein...is reading really DOING something?

Does picking on my Husband and children count? I enjoy that. Wait, I also work with Husband, so would that disqualify it as it's tied in with work? Hmmm...not sure on that one.

I cook, but not always because I want to, or because I enjoy it. There are days that cooking just isn't all that fun. I think that means it's off the list, too.

Can sex be a hobby? I enjoy it. That has to mean something, right? I do it in my off time. It relaxes me. Ok, ok....we won't go here. (But seriously, could you consider sex a hobby??)

And here I've been thinking for over a week that this one was going to be so damn easy. I'm serious y'all, I really can't think of anything that would technically be classified as a hobby, that I do on a regular enough basis. How effing effed up is that???

We'll pretend that I have so many hobbies that I just really don't know where to start. Hell, that may be true, and my brain worms just won't go away long enough for me to realize it. So, how about this - I'll make a list of things I really enjoy, and when I actually get off time, I do them:

~Fishing
~Camping
~Concerts
~Traveling
~Ghost hunting
~Gardening - when I remember to water and harvest
~Reading - do this way too much, and Husband hates how my collection takes over the bedroom
~Watching TV
~Singing along to music while I'm driving
~Driving fast, especially on curvy roads. I'm 35 and still pretend I'm a Nascar driver at times.
~Spending time with Husband
~Spending time with Kids
~Blogging - even though I'm not that good, it relaxes me, and I enjoy it, even if y'all don't enjoy reading it.

There we go - Blogging. This is what I do in my "outside work" time. This is something I enjoy. It relaxes me. I'm not a professional blogger. I do it when I need to unwind, and vent. I do it on a regular basis (for the most part). I don't make very much money at it, if any at all (it depends on the day).

Sounds like I finally found my hobby. I blog. Yay Me!! :)

Now, get out of here, and go read everyone elses stuff. I'm sure it's much more entertaining, educational, and better written!!

This Is Not A Real Post

Sorry to let y'all down, but this blogger is suffering from too much shit to do and not enough time to do it. Which in turn is leading to half my shit not getting done, and total exhaustion.

Today, it's the blog that's not getting done. I put at least one thing off each day, decided it's the blog's turn at getting left out.

Hopefully tomorrow I can grace y'all with my full attention, and tell you my wonderful adventures in fifth grade lunchroom land.

No promises, though!

However, I can promise there WILL be a guaranteed real post on Thursday! That's Blog Gang day, and I get to try and figure out which part of my life I can qualify as a "Hobby". That could be fun. I don't think I have time for hobbies....

Anywho, I took two melatonin,and miracle of all miracles, I'm actually tired before 4 a.m. If it wears off, and I get back out of bed, I'll write a real post. But only IF I end up not sleeping.

Hey, you can't blame me, sleep is a coveted commodity around here!