Blog Challenge: Day 28: Last Time I Cried

I'm seriously over the personal aspect of this blogging challenge. I don't really want to go into the last time I cried and why. So, I'm not. For this particular day, I am bowing out gracefully. With my head held high. That's my business and frankly no one else needs to know those personal details. So, dear stalker, you lose on this particular day. Take yourself and your stalking ways and stay the fuck off of my blog, BITCH. I don't mess with you, and I expect the same fucking courtesy from your skank ass. Now, act your age, not your fetus' age. 

With that being said, have a wonderful Friday everyone!

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 27: What Makes Me Feel Better, Always

Well, I could say a whole bunch of things here. I could say that she always makes me feel better, or he used to always make me feel better, or my dogs always make me feel better, or chocolate always makes me feel better. I could say that revenge, or watching Karma work always makes me feel better. But, you know what? I'm not. I'm not elaborating on that. Not on any of that. I am going this route instead.

PEPSI. A nice, ice cold Pepsi always makes me feel better. Feel the Pepsi love. Feel it. FEEL IT. Do you? DO YOU?? I thought so.

Whenever I was sick as a child, my PawPaw used to bring me an ice cold Pepsi Cola to make me feel better. I don't know, it stuck. It works for moods, it works for sick tummies and SOMETIMES it works for migraines. It is what it is, and it works for me.

I'm out for the night.

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 26: 5 Favorite Blogs

Let me be completely, 100% honest for a few minutes. Yes, I am a blogger. No, I really DON'T read a lot of blogs. I'm too busy gathering awesomeness for my next blog. It's just the way it is. I don't read other people's blogs to get ideas on what to blog. That's not how I roll. I will go long periods of time just simply NOT blogging, and then something happens, and I have to share it with my tiny section of the blogosphere. Right now is a little different, only because I am doing this blog challenge. Something I have bitched about, BUT, I have really, secretly enjoyed. I don't really like all the PERSONAL shit I have had to put out there, but, it is what it is, and now you know it.

I do have some blogs that I read on a regular basis. But FIVE? Hell no. I don't have time to regularly read five blogs. The ones I do read are blogs of friends. Pretty much, this is how it goes. I read those blogs because I am nosey, they are my friends, and I want to know what they are doing, and blogging about. That's pretty much it. So, here are the THREE blogs that I read on a regular basis.

www.peanutsandsticks.blogspot.com

www.amessyindulgence.blogspot.com

http://www.heatherhildenbrand.blogspot.com/

Three of my favorite blogs. Besides my own. Now, if you know me, and your blog is not listed. Freaking tell me that you read my blog and I should read yours!!! Just sayin'.

I'm out. Going to start my Aca-Amazingness for the day.

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 25: Best Physical Feature

I am not one to go around calling myself gorgeous. Most of the time, I feel like a frumpy, dumpy, lumpy wad. I'm pretty hard on myself as far as looks go. I don't see much beauty in myself. INSIDE, I see a lot of beauty, outside, not so much. It's a flaw. A big, fat, ugly flaw in me. I can't help it. I've tried to change, and sometimes, I have really good days with it. Most of the time, it is a struggle.

Everyone has always told me I am beautiful. I have a hard time believing it. Beautiful people don't struggle in relationships. Beautiful people don't lose their family. Beautiful people don't get cheated on. Repeatedly. Beautiful people don't think of themselves as ugly, and worthless.

Here we go with the personal shit again. I really am beginning to hate this blog challenge. It's bringing up way too many issues and feelings for my liking.

Once upon a time, I would have said that my best personal feature would have been my legs and my ass. Yes, once upon a time, those bitches were BANGIN'! Now, they are fat, and ugly.

Maybe I will pick the one thing that my sister, Kim, says she LOVES. She is super pissed about my eyebrows. She loves the shape of them. The arch. Of course, I have to have them WAXED ALL TO HELL TO GET THAT PERFECT ARCH, but, none the less, according to her, they are perfect. (Without the waxing, I look like mix between Steven Segal and Groucho Marx. As a matter of fact, blame the soon to be ex for my waxing/plucking obsession. He decided to call me Manny....you know, the big fat ass Mammoth from Ice Age? Yeah. Because he was THAT kind of husband.) She is also extremely impressed (and laughs hysterically) when I raise my ONE eyebrow.

But, I am supposed to be picking MY favorite physical feature about myself, right? I would have to say, if it were ONE thing, I would choose my eyes. I have big, brown eyes. They sparkle and shine and a lot of the time radiate happiness, laughter and love.

So, there you have it. My eyes (and my eyebrows according to Kim).

Done for today. Post surgery baby is not feeling so well today, not sleeping, and is feverish. Gotta pump some more popsicles in her little body. Fluids, fluids, fluids.

Later. Potate if you can!

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 24: A Difficult Time In My Life

This is quickly becoming super personal. I'm not really sure I want to share my difficulties in such a raw, real format. See, I tend to do this thing....where I mask my difficulties with humor. It helps me cope, it makes life seem not quite so shitty. Also, I have noticed that this particular blog challenge is turning into a repetitive bitch. Or maybe it's me that's the repetitive bitch. Oh well, whatever.

I have been ordered to blog about a difficult time in my life. I could blog about my first love and losing that love. I could blog about the 14 years of anger I carried. I could blog about my marriage falling to shit. I could blog about losing my grandfather. I could blog about the teenage angst that I endured. I could blog about lost friends. I could blog about being bullied. I could blog about losing pets. I could blog about all kinds of shit. I just don't exactly know where to go with this. **SIGH** I believe I am going to have to think on this one for quite some time. It's 8:14 in the fucking morning and I am not so sure that I appreciate this day's blog being quite so challenging. Yes, I understand, it's a BLOG CHALLENGE. Not the point I am making here.

This. This is a difficult time in my life. I'll start by giving you a short run down of what is happening. I am getting a divorce. I am reconnecting with family that I haven't spoken to in 15 and 16 years. I am raising 3 kids by my damn self. I am determining who is real, who is fake and who needs to fuck off permanently. I am exhausted. I am irritated, aggravated, and feel like my head is going to spin completely around spewing split pea soup on an hourly basis. I am volatile. I am torn. I am broken. I am burnt. I am scarred. I am ANGRY. And, rightly so.

Will I overcome this difficult time? You bet your ass I will. I've overcome everything else that's been thrown in my fucking happy road. It will take time, and perseverance, but perseverance is not something I lack. This being said, you are either riding in the wagon with me, or you are left behind in the dust trail. If you want to come, come on, but make no mistake....I take no shit. So, don't start trying to add bullshit on top of the crazy crap pile I already have going on, because I WILL drop your ass like a bad habit. I have no time for excess drama in my life.

Guess that turned out to be a little bitchier than I meant for it to be. Oh well. My blog. Don't like it? Tough shit. Don't read it. I need coffee, a shower and to hit the road. I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open. Hopefully this surgery is quick and I will be home before too terribly late.

Wish me luck, pray for Littlest Little.

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 23: Pet Peeves

Right now, my major pet peeve is my littlest little that is screaming that no one cares if she dies, and she is keeping her tonsils and adenoids that are scheduled to be removed in the morning. She says, and I quote “I don't care if I have sleep acnea (Yes, I know this is wrong, but it is how she pronounces it.). I'm keeping these tonsils and adenoids. I am a worthless squirrel!” Clearly the child is lacking in the sleep department at the moment and has some anxiety about the surgery scheduled for in the morning. I do feel bad for her, broken foot, surgery....summer is a bummer for her. Oh well, it has to be done. I'd rather have her pissy and alive than dead in her sleep because she stopped breathing.

Another pet peeve I have is my tiniest puppy. Her freakishly long tongue can reach places it shouldn't. She also hops around like a rabbit. YOU ARE A FUCKING DOG....ACT LIKE ONE.

Does anyone else have an issue with people trying to control them? Maybe not, maybe it's just me, but, let me tell you....I LOATHE that. This shit happens to me on a continual basis with me. If it's not one person, it's another. Just leave me the fuck alone people! I am 35 and a grown ass woman. I'm pretty sure I earned the right to make my own decisions. I appreciate concern and guidance, but, I do NOT appreciate someone telling me WHAT to do, or expecting me to answer for the decisions I make. Guess what? You have your own life. Go live it. Don't try to live mine.

I can not stand it when someone walks in front of my camera. When you see the camera out, and pointed, DON'T FUCKING WALK IN FRONT OF ME ASSHOLES. JUST DON'T. It's rude, inconsiderate, and downright hateful. Next time someone does it, I'm posting the picture, with a big fat red arrow pointing at the person that says ASSHAT ALERT.

My dogs play a good, healthy, LENGTHLY game of grab ass on my bed....NIGHTLY. It gets old, and annoying, and now it just plain pisses me off when they do it.

None of my kids pay one lick of attention to what I say at any point in time. I could say... “Hey, don't go outside, there is a meteor shower, and you WILL get hit in the head and DIE.” OR “There is a car driving down the street, don't walk out there.” OR “A chicken shit in the sidewalk, make sure you look where you are walking.” OR “If you keep doing THAT, you are gonna get hurt.” OR “I SAID GET YOUR ASS IN BED!!!” No matter what, they act like I am mute. All. The. Time. Whatever, one day they will want my advice, my help, to hear my voice.....and guess what? I'm gonna be MUTE. HA! Take that bitches!

I am also peeved by people who think they are better than others because of money, or education, or status, or who their parents are. FUCK THAT SHIT. Be real. People are people. It's time we all start realizing that, and acting civilized.

Spitting. Spitting is fucking gross. If you do it, stop. Seriously. It's nasty. No one wants to be be-bopping down the street and step in your SPIT. GAG. Really, spit in private, in a trash can, sink or toilet. Not in public. No one wants to see that shit. ((SHUDDER))

Ok, I could go on for hours, days and pages with this shit. Alas, it's just ONE blog. I should stop. Before you ALL hate me. That's just a smattering of the things that pet my peeve.

Tomorrow will be busy with the littlest little's surgery. I will do my best to get a blog pounded out. It all depends on how well she handles the anesthesia.

Hugs and Kisses,

~Lou~

Blog Challenge: Day 22: 10 Favorite Songs

You know what? This is ridiculous. If you know me at all, picking 10 favorite songs is virtually impossible. But, I am going to give it my best shot. I am sure that most of my songs will be newer songs on this list. By no means does this indicate that these are the top 10 of all time. Just my current top 10.

1. Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke.....SEXY.
2. Clarity by Zedd Ft. Foxes.....Hits the nail on the head.
3. Night Train by Jason Aldean....He's my country music boyfriend. I love all his songs.
4. I Love It by Icona Pop.....Best summer song in a long time. Probably due to everything I am personally going through. Whatever, it's making my summer '13 FUCKING EPIC.
5. Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert.....This song is making perfect sense to me. It also helps that my littlest little mishears the lyrics and thinks she is talking about “Fix Your Bacon Baby!”
6. Treasure by Bruno Mars.....Because he is amazing and I could eat his face off he's so damn adorable. I love all his songs.
7. Here's To Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne....It's a good song. For reals.
8. Suit And Tie by Justin Timberlake Ft. Jay Z...DISCLAIMER....I dislike Jay Z. With a passion. With that being stated, JT is effing sexy as hell. Sing it to me baby.
9. Lego House by Ed Sheeran.....because he's British, and a red head, and looks like Prince Harry, AND he is one of my guilty pleasures. So....suck it. I love him.
10. Downtown by Lady Antebellum....Let's be honest for a second. Who DOESN'T like Lady A? I love them, and all their songs. Because they are amazing, and awesome, and sound lovely.

There you have it. My top 10 current hits. If you DON'T know one, I beg of you to go listen to them on Spotify, or YouTube. NOW. Thank you. They are all by amazing artists who speak to my heart with their lyrics. Except of course Robin Thicke and JT. They are just flat out sexy. They could be singing about shit on a shingle and snakes eating mice and it would STILL sound sexy as hell.

Carry on. Blog for this day's challenge is DONE.

~Lou~