Glamour....Solo...

Today is a four letter word:   Reci.  tal.  Da. y.

Today does however kick some major ass in that I'm alone and don't have to worry about making everyone happy.  My kids can be loud and have fun.  Some of the things we are doing:
Red Hot Chilli Peppers for the theme music.
A Screwdriver for breakfast (sorry - what else am I expected to do).
Tailgating with my friends at Sanford prior to entering the auditorium.
Making plans for my girls to come back to Oneonta with my good friend's mama while she and I go to Cheesecake factory and hit the bar in rare Glamour Girl / fun style. 

Lets do this thing.....  GG out....

Link for Any Parent..... He's a Jerk....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKNaYlzssbc

And I'm Feelin Good.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmwRQqJsegw&ob=av2e

So my mother today told me she can't say the words 'I love you' to me because she can't say that to another adult.  She then continues (to my shock) by saying she and her father say 'I love you'.  And that she and her sister say 'I love you'. 

    :) - lmao - aren't you easy Mimi? 

Sooooooooooooo I ask if her father and sister aren 't indeed adults.

She pauses like the thought never ever ever ever occurred to her.  ( REALLY - this is really funny actually.)







She then changes the subject and tells me what a cold & lonely child I was.

BOOM......  I am now posed to address the subject openly..... "Mimi, it is and was not my job as a child to charm you into loving me". 

Enter silence....

I then said...you tell Misch and Coco that you love them..... 



(point obviously delivered.......  ). 

....Well they are kids.... (mimi says).

= awesomeness

Old Fashioned Glamour Girl Rant Time.....

So years....YEARS... ago I would say what I liked and didn't like.  Now is no different.  I like my new hair color after finding out I'm officially divorced.  I actually think too many women are blonde.....  Why don't I be the blonde who colors darker?  Why not? 

Happy Cinco De Derby to my friends.  I am NOT as drunk as I appear.  I was blinking but the photo is so damn good of everyone else I went with it.....

NOW... WHAT PISSES ME OFF:

My cabinet door came of of my garbage thing-a-bob.  PISSES ME THE FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK OFF..... Someone has to fix this this.....  SOMEONE!

Leaky drain.  Not only did  I never get my tub clogged (for lack of a better technical word)... it also drip all day. Every day. 

I am throwing out the knives / aka the only christmas gift I got from Jim.... - as I use them.  Don't have far to go.....

Ashton...  Need I say more.  Demi LOVED him totally.  She had a mother fucking nervous breakdown when he left.  Did he care?  Nope.  (Awesomeness)....

The front door which I have no key to....

The plant which I cannot determine if it is the daisy plant I planted in this same spot last year OR polk salad?  Who the fuck knows...

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Rest In Peace Sweet Daisy

Just like most of us women I was trying to save a innocent and sweet spirit.  As we all know, good intentions often fail.  Daisy was put to sleep today after determining she was in a good deal of pain with the mange and required a minimum of 3 additional months intensive treatment and no guaranteed she would be any better.  RIP dear girl.....

I'm 39

Had a little get away to ensure some peace for my actual birthday. 

Took care of my own wine needs.

Forgot I had my gun in my purse.  Oh well, extra safety.

Have no idea what this sign meant but it was directly outside of my hotel room.

Beautiful sunset!

Fantastic Dinner!

Tea Olive

Well who knew the message I'd receive at church Sunday.  The discussion greatly surrounded the Olive Tree in which Jesus visited the night Judas betrayed him.  The preacher discussed this Olive Tree was believed to be a place of quiet, a place to carry pain, a place of rest, a place to question ('why God'), a place to reflect. 

This is EXACTLY my intention of my little olive bush that would not die. I can go there to sit in the sunshine, talk to God, Tara, reflect on the last few years of my life - all in the name of peace.