Black & White Wednesday: my current favorite

Newbie participator in this link-up and am in love with the results:

For the color version, see my previous post.

This was taken this past Saturday as we were leaving a farm where we had a family photo shoot. Lovie was a bit tired and wanted me to carry her and this was the hubs view. Thank sweet baby Jesus for cell phones.

WW: current favorite

Losing it

The lady who works in the space behind me makes me want to gouge my eyeballs out with forks. But then I’d be blind and knowing Murphy, I’d still be forced to somehow work here. So rather than going blind, she makes me want to stick fire pokers in my ears. It's her voice. It annoys the ever lovin' piss outta me with its shrill that reminds me of cats in heat. It wouldn’t be so bad to deal with except she's on the phone with her husband several times a day using terms like “Buddy” and “Golly” and “Good boy” as if he was a dog. It drives me fucking insane. 

 

Insane.

 

I've tried leaving my work space when she gets on the phone with "Buddy," but then how could I look busy at work? 

 

I've tried playing the radio to help drown out her sounds, but because of the generally quiet work environment I can't keep the radio at a level loud enough to do so. (Wouldn't want to disturb daydreaming to the lulling whoosh of air pushing through the ceiling vents or fingers tap dancing across their keyboards. Wouldn't want to disturb eavesdropping on coworkers talking about the football game. Wouldn't want to disturb snapping back to reality when a phone rings or the nearby printer whirs and spits out someones work.) 

 

So I endure the shrill. 

 

I endure pet names and one million Mmm-hmm’s.

 

I endure it all because of a haunting image: 

I sneak up behind her, take the curly black cord attached to the phone she talks into and wrap it around her neck. Over and over and over again. The curls of the cord embed into her neck. She starts to gasp for air. A muffled "Hello!" seeps from the ear piece of the phone. Her arms and hands reach for me… flail for anything… but only find their way onto her neck where I pull even harder at the cord. Blood seeps from the curls of the cord tattooed into her neck now, and a smile emerges onto my face.

Golly gee, Buddy. Does this hurt? Does it hurt the way my ears hurt every fucking day I have to listen to you?!  

 

Between her and an old boss from an old job who’d clip his fucking nails at the desk next to me when he wasn’t chewing his food with his mouth open, it’s no wonder I haven’t lost my marbles quite yet at the workplace.

 

Or have I?

Muahahaha welcome to October at Finally Mom’s.

 

Happy October!

Oh me oh my is Fall my most favorite time of year. I look forward to it all year round... the cooler temps, the warmer clothes, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes, the changing colors, the crunchy leaves, the crisper air, the gorgeous colors in the sky.

During Summer months, when most people are out and about enjoying the heat and less clothing, I tend to stay more indoors. I hate the heat. I hate the humidity. I hate the less clothing. So while most people I know also love Fall, my love for it goes beyond the normal love. I love it because it gets me outside more in the beautiful cooler fresh air. And man, does that do a body and mind good.

 

Saturday we went to gymnastics (indoors), walked to lunch, came home and napped, and went out to the burbs to get our pictures taken at a farm I never even knew existed.

The farm and area were absolutely gorgeous and I cannot wait to see the rest of the photos, nor can't I wait to go back to this farm again.

Lovie did a great job getting her picture taken; it didn't hurt that she had the promise of seeing animals like horse and cow. In fact, this morning, she told her teacher that she got to see a cow pee.

The best thing about this hidden gem of a place is that it was so empty. So serene. So perfect for a beautiful weekend visit.

Sunday we hung out in the morning before Lovie and I took a walk (she rode her bike) to the river to see if we could see some ducks. Luckily another woman and child were feeding some ducks and shared some of the feed with Lovie. After that, we went over the bridge that crosses the river and looks over the river on one side, and the street we live on on the other side. We may live in the city, but living this close to a river is pretty badass. It's stunning this time of year with all the trees changing colors.

Ah, Life is good... Happy Fall!

TILTW: 9.22-9.28

* Carby foods like chips and pretzel M&Ms, is like a drug to me. I've known this for a while, but this month, this week has really proven it yet again. I just cannot control myself around carby foods. If I know it's there, I eat it all. And I'm not exaggerating. I can't stop thinking about it if I know it's at home and I'm at work (or something). And I feel so incredible after eating it... even if I also feel like I'm going to burst. I get an actual high after eating carby foods- especially those fucking pretzel M&M's. I like to think that I can indulge on occasion, but it's so damn dangerous when I do! For example, it's taken me more than three weeks to quit eating the shit food. Three weeks! I have a problem and it's carbs. (Actually, this problem is why I don't drink. Once I start drinking I cannot stop. If I had alcohol in the house, I'd be a drunk. It's also why I don't smoke anymore. Holy shit maybe my problem isn't so much with carby foods or booze or smoke, but rather that I have an oral fixation of sorts. Hm, maybe it's one more thing I can blame on my parents?? =D)

* I hate potty training but who doesn't, right?

* This shit right here is awesome:

Especially when you hab a coldth and your throat hurts and you just want hot salt to coat your throat. Add some of this to a mug with boiling water along with a couple baby carrots and you have instant hot chicken soup. SO YUMMY and easy. And seriously, WAY better than bouillon!!

Abuser of Secrets { - Fiction - }

People are basically dumb and selfish. And if you wait long enough you can get anything out of them.

Case in point: Janine. Yeah, we were friends back in the day. Pretty good friends, too. But girlfriend was fucked up. I knew that right away. I mean, how many 12 year olds can get away with smoking and drinking in their parents’ house on a daily basis? Yet we got away with it because Janine’s mom worked two full time jobs trying to keep a roof over their head. A dirty, disgusting, roach-infested roof.

I never saw roaches so I take that back.

But honest to god, this place they lived in? This place they called home? Fucking nasty is what I called it. I’d go over there after school and I couldn’t get to Janine’s room, just off the back porch entrance to the house and kitchen, without stepping on something. Anything: cat shit or food, plates, cups, forks, food, paper, plastic, aluminum foil, big containers, cans, boxes...



from doing a google search. click for source.

How I didn’t puke helping her clean- since she wasn’t allowed to leave until it was clean- I don’t know. How I never caught any kind of AIDS or anything, I don’t know.

And that was just the kitchen! I never, in the year we hung out, saw any other part of her house other than the kitchen, her bedroom, and the bathroom which was so gross I could vomit just thinking about it now.

We hung out though because we could smoke and drink alcohol. Usually Southern Comfort. I didn’t ask where she got any of the stuff from; I just helped her enjoy it.

After my family moved, I thought I had seen the last of Janine and her disgusting house. I knew my brother Matthew had the hots for her, but I just never dreamed he’d keep in contact with her since we moved an hour away and since he didn’t really hang out with us much when we lived closer. Seven years later when Matthew was away at college, I found out he dropped out of school and was moving back north, they got married, were having a baby, and she already had a four year old boy from some other dude.

When Matthew and his new little clan made their way into an apartment near my folks, I started hanging out with them. At first it was kind of weird since Janine and I used to hang out a lifetime prior. But soon, it was like no time had passed at all; it was like Janine and I were 12 years old again. Hell, we even continued drinking and smoking-- only now we were doing it out of the house rather than in. And soon enough, she was telling me her darkest secrets in life: How she was raped by her cousin, how she had an abortion, how her oldest was supposed to be given up for adoption.

Why she was telling me all this, I don’t know. But she made me promise not to tell anyone.

So I didn’t.

Not entirely at least.

Instead, I manipulated her and my brother’s relationship in a way that made them divorce; I sat by and helped her cheat on him. Janine and I would go out to the bars to see local bands perform and I wasn’t blind; I could see the flirting between her and a friend was escalating. And I didn’t do a damn thing about it. Instead, I kept inviting her out and she kept coming while Matthew and Janine’s mom stayed home with the kids. It was like they all wanted this to go down.



from doing a google search. click for source.

I don’t know for sure she cheated on Matthew, but knowing her history, her secrets… her… I had my suspicions. And when she finally told Matthew she loved him like a brother but didn’t want to be married anymore? I wasn’t shocked at all. I was, however, shocked when she left both Jake and Annie with Matthew especially since Jake wasn’t even his.

But that’s who Janine was. And that’s why it was so easy to fuck with her life like that.

  

Great (playdate/party) day

Fisher-Price and HouseParty have a new fan in me.

I signed up with HouseParty a couple months back after being invited to a Pull-Ups party and one day I noticed via their Facebook or Twitter that they were offering a Fisher-Price Playdate Party for this past Saturday. I quickly applied and when it was announced that the hosts were chosen (I think there were 5K chosen across the States), I quickly logged into my HouseParty account and was beyond shocked to see that I was one of the 5K chosen.

Me. Hosting a party?

I love having people over, but just don't ever do it much at all because I'm kind of like Aly Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club.

But I:

• invited some folk with kids and told them over and over again that I would not be selling anything, they would not be buying anything
• got a huge box from Fisher-Price and HouseParty full of some of the coolest toys
• unboxed everything (and made a badass Clubhouse for Lovie with the box)
• put the toys together
• rearranged the living room
• baked cookies
• and had a kick-butt party on Saturday

As the good old Fresh Beats would say, It was a great day!

TILTW: 9.15-9.21

~ Lovie doesn't want to be a "boy kid." She told me this nearly every day this week during our drive to school.

~ Today is the last day of Summer. HOORAH!

~ Warm, fuzzy footed pajamas do a great job of soaking up pee.

~ I really do love writing fiction and have discovered a couple new characters I think I might want to play around with some more. What do you think?

Fall

Cool air, Crunchy leaves

 

2011

E l a t e  me.

 

 

 

WW: The Clubhouse