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A pile-o-shit past

15 May

Can I be completely honest with you?

I am scared shitless of my past.

I’ve managed to cover up my dirty past tracks by kicking ass at becoming a good wife and mother. There’s no doubt that if you wanted to you could find some nasty dirt on me, but it’s something I’d rather you keep to yourself; I mean, I did have to live through it.

I was a shitty girlfriend.

I was a shitty friend.

I was a shitty member of my community.

I was even more of a shitty daughter.

I was basically pretty shitty when it came to anything/anyone.

It’s because of all of those disappointments {topped off with regret} that I tend to imagine that my past never happened; I never cheated on a boyfriend, I never religiously stole from Nordstrom, I never lied, I never broke all of those hearts, I never scrubbed the toilet with my sisters tooth-brush, I never lost my temper and slammed a neighborhood kids head into the curb, I never was reported a missing child {and it wasn’t over 3 times}.

It never happened. None of it. Annnnd if you find proof that it did, well you can let my lawyer know by contacting him at: theywillneverfindyourbody@i’manangel.com

It’s something I dread even remembering. I was a horrible person and I am frequently reminded about it, even in my dreams.

I obviously have issues that need to be addressed, but really?! Who wants to go back into the past and remember how horrible they were, I’d rather pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s easier that way… {and this is why my psychologist gives me all sorts of happy pills}.

This brings me to something that happened this morning…

I stopped by the store and picked up our local free Big Island Weekly. I don’t often read it, but sometimes I take a gander at what might be going on in this small ass town. Again, I must be honest, its come to my attention that the only thing even remotely read-worthy in that paper is the amusing Horoscope section {unless my child is pictured in the paper like that one time}. Now I am not one to believe in such telling’s, but today is one of those days where I question the universe. {I have a lot of questions, but I am too lazy to ask them all, so I’ll let you do the asking and I’ll just Google what you find out…}

What the Horoscope read today:

Scorpio: yadda yadda, mumbo-jumbo about a Greek Poet named Sappho and her lost poems… I kept reading. I wasn’t too bored yet. It wasn’t until the end where I felt something pull… {or maybe that was my “medication” kicking in}

“…Your assignment, Scorpio, is to seek an equivalent recovery. Search for a part of the past that’s still beautiful and useful, even if that quest leads you to unlikely and obscure places…”

Hmmm…

I love how the newspaper is giving me assignments and sending me on a “quest”. Umm, does this mean I have to pay out-of-pocket to go on this “quest” or is it all just a scam!  {You better believe I am not sending any money orders to China for a deposit because I HIGHLY doubt you are a missionary in China and wanted to rent out your house while you are gone and once I send you my deposit you will send me the keys…right. I’ll send it. Right. Away. Duuuuuumb.}

Okay, so I’m sure the newspaper is not sending me on an actual quest {even though riding through Camelot on a horse and protecting myself with a sword does sound amazing} but more of a metaphoric quest. The search into my past to forget all the bad things I have done in search of something good. There is no doubt that I will have to gear up for this quest. I think I’ll buy some protective gear on ebay since I will be digging through a lot of SHIT in search of something good. A diamond in the rough, a needle in a haystack, a corn kernel in a great big pile of shit. shit. shit.

I guess I can accept this quest, if it allows me to be at peace with my devious past. If I can focus on something good, like a beautiful flower blooming out of the pile of shit, maybe I can forgive myself convience myself that I did all those bad things for a… reason. I mean, I can honestly find some useful things in my horrid past. For instance, I didn’t lose any of my skills in embezzlement and that is something I can find “useful”… isn’t it?

We all need reasoning. Even if it means going to the ends of the earth to look through a huge, astronomical, pile-o-shit past just to find it.

{snapping on a plastic glove}

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My pile of shit QUEST AWAITS!

I wish people thought I was as funny as I think I am…

10 May

Sometimes I feel like this is me and my husband… the only difference, I lack the skills to animate my jokes on the computer. Only in real life can I animate my jokes. SO if you want to see mine, we should really just hang out.

You bring the Tequila….

or the rum.

or the whiskey….

hell, bring whatever you have in your pantry, I’m not a picky alcoholic.

 

I think I’m the funniest person I know, just ask me, I’ll tell ya again!

Enjoy!

 

“Two Chips” / An Animated Short from Adam Patch on Vimeo.

Renditions by Reilly

5 May

Rendition’s by Reilly  A re-post from 10/25/2012
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By now, if you are one of my readers, you know that my oldest son, Reilly, is quite the character. I am sure you have discovered that he loves to sing {and if you haven’t well just continue to read… you’ll soon find out}. He amazes me and he is pure awesome at times. His joyous mouth will sing whatever he can remember hearing on the radio, the TV or any words he decided to make up as he goes along. He will even add his own lyrics to an already popular song. Thus being how I came to realize that it’s probably best that we stop letting him listen to Toby Keith. Nothing good comes from letting your fi ve-year-old listen to songs like “I love this bar”, “Whiskey Girl” and that one about him talking about shoving a boot up someone’s ass. Yeah, probably not the best thing to let a mimic-parrot-type personality, like Reilly, listen to. Well I guess I can’t help it. I
love Country music and I don’t have anything against a little Toby Keith, especially his newest single that is making all the rage “Red Solo Cup”. It’s a classic song for anyone who has ever picked up the wrong cup at a Kegger Party in High School and instantly vomited when what you thought was your beer turned out to be a spit cup for those way too young to be chewing tobacco. A classic song that will always remind me to write my name on my cup and not go picking up strange cups because I “thought it was mine”.

Lesson. learned. Moving on.

My son is way too young to know what a “spit cup” is and so that important life lesson shall come a bit later in his life. So until then, he continues to serenade all who surround him. Especially when we are driving in the car. It’s his place to belt it out and let it all go, as it is for most of us.

“Yeah mom! I love this song! Can you turn it up please!? Mom. Mom. Mom…… MOM!!!!!!”

“What Reilly? I’m right here dude. You don’t have to scream.”

“I just REALLLLLLLLLLLLY love this song, can you turn it up so I can hear it?!”

“Reilly, it’s loud enough, son. Your brother is trying to sleep”

“Buuuuuuut I CAN’T HEAR IT!!!!!!!”

“Well if you stop using your mouth and use your ears then maybe you can hear it. Annnnnnd stop yelling, your brother is trying to sleep dude”

“Ugh!” (he folds his arms together) “fi ne, I’ll be quiet, but I don’t like that….(pause, silence for a split moment)…..MOM!!!! My song is over! My perfect-est song is OVER! oh man!!!! Now I’ll never be able to hear it ever again”

I give him “The Look” from my rear view mirror…. “Well if you weren’t wasting all that time talking and yelling then maybe you would have been able to listen to it….”

“Yeahhh…… “
The next song comes on….

“Oh MOM! mom. mom. mom!!!! I love this song!!! Can you turn it up!!!!!!!…………”

Ugh!

This is how our car rides go, everyday.

It’s a never-ending battle. I have tried to upload the newest songs that he likes on his iPod, but they are “never the right ones”. When he does get his way in the car and I turn it up and we all jam out together he refuses to let that song be over. He will carry on and on and on AND ON with that song way past its “I’m sooo over it already” phase.

Take the “Red Solo Cup” song by Toby Keith, one of Reilly’s favorites and the beginning to my “good parenting” demise. He won’t stop singing that song. This, my friends, is where you are welcomed to get a sneak peek into my Reilly’s World. Please turn up your speakers and have a listen to what I deal with on a daily basis…. okay, so I might be a little encouraging, but who doesn’t want their child to be a rock star?

enjoy


You’re Welcome
I’m sure if you are related to Reilly, He made you super proud! I’ll let him know….