Hey baby, what's your sign?

I am an Aquarius/Pisces.  If you think astrology is silly, you should probably stop reading now.  I'm in a silly mood.

Being on the cusp of two signs explains why I probably feel bipolar most days; lately it has been everyday.  Usually when I read my horoscope, I think I'm more Aquarius, but if you ask me, I'll tell you I'm a Pisces. I am literally a walking contradiction.  I'm here to admit that my horoscope reading and research has led me to some very interesting and real truths about myself.  I'm going to try and focus on why I am always on the fence when it comes to most situations in my life, based off the stars.  This is therapy for me so stop laughing.

Here's a little breakdown about each sign from the world wide web (see http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/zodiac-signs/aquarius.htm) if you want to check out the full article, as well as the other signs).

Aquarius is the sign of visionaries, unconventionality and intellectual independence. Aquarius are the people who deviate from the crowd and go their own way. They are always after intellectual stimulation, constantly discovering something new, forming new opinions and stubbornly traveling their way regardless of what other people think. Aquarius are filled with paradoxes, they are interested in the opposite ends of the spectrum, they like to be alone yet are social butterflies, they like to experience both sides and see both opinions as they formulate new ideas with their forward thinking, active mind. Aquarius have a 'live and let live' policy where everyone is free to be themselves, an Aquarius never judges others because as human beings, we are all equal and entitled to our own opinions. They are verbally skilled and very witty, they observe people and learn how to interact with others through observation. They can be masters of manipulation justifying anything they do or think. As a result, they can deal with any type of personality and adapt to any situation. They welcome change because boredom is their enemy. Anything new is an opportunity to Aquarius. Aquarius can act as an expert on any topic, they are very good at inflating their own importance, they feel it is deserved because their eccentricity makes them unique. Conventional people beware, Aquarius likes to shock and deviate from the norm, this is how they live. Aquarius is known to pick at anyone they find weak or dull-minded. It is simply an easy target for verbal exercise for them, no harm is meant but it might be taken from the other person. Deep inside, Aquarius would never intentionally hurt anyone, they have respect for every human, even though this might not seem apparent to the more emotional types.

Pisces is the sign of mysticism, mystery and the spiritual unknown. Pisces live in two worlds, the real world and the spiritual or mystical world where they interpret what they see into what they want. They do this to avoid all the realities of pain and suffering in the world. They have extremes of emotions and feel both good and bad intensively. Pisces have formidable intuitive ability. Most Pisces are somehow involved with occult or spiritualism. Pisces are very good at understanding people for they have the ability to delve into the psyche and see behind a person's motivations. Pisces are prone to drug addiction and indulging lifestyles because of their eternal search for themselves and their fear of confrontation and having to change a situation, also they justify drug use by allowing it to get closer with their 'spiritual selves'. Once they are aware this is why they are doing it, it will be easier to kick the habit. Pisces are not the pushovers that they may seem, in fact they have strength of character and will stand up for what they believe in and and they can do hard work for something they believe in. They can be very lazy but only in matters that they do not care about. Pisces is the most sensitive of all zodiac signs.

I bet if you know me and we're close, you were probably shaking your head yes and laughing when you could see the parts that sounded like me.  So now do you see my dilemma?  If you didn't catch it or were too lazy to actually read the whole thing, I went ahead and highlighted it for you.  Both of these signs are already kinda two-faced as it is and here I am with both.  I'm a hot mess according to this.  Thankfully I don't believe everything I read and neither should you.  :)  Now I can write about how I feel some of these characteristics apply to me.

First, let's talk about how this fight between two signs plays out with my friendships.  When it comes to my true friends, I am most definitely a Pisces.  I will go to the ends of the Earth to help them if they need me.  Those of you know how I hold things down.  Yes, they know who they are.  Thankfully my Aquarius side keeps me and the fake friends in check though .  No one will ever take my kindness and generosity as an invitation to treat me like a doormat.  I can easily detach myself from a person if they wrong me.  I have no problem leaving your ass in my past.  In this case, I'm glad that I have both sides.  I have some fucking amazing friends and have gladly ridden myself of the assholes that couldn't keep up.

Love.  Now for the fun complications.  This is probably where the two sides do not get along the most.  I am more Aquarius as far as the ways of the heart.  I was raised to always take care of myself and be independent, so that is very much ingrained in me.  I do not require constant attention or a ton of affection but when I need it, I want it all or nothing.  Yet the Pisces side of me is still a romantic, so don't think I don't like all that gushy shit just cause I'm not needy or clingy.  I also try to be nurturing, although I think it comes off as nagging and overbearing since I'm not as soft around the edges.  My poor husband.  That is all I'm gonna say about that.

Next up, religion.  I'm not about it.  I am all about spirituality and a higher being, but I refuse to be a part of an organized religion.  Straight Pisces right there.  This drives a majority of my family nuts.  It's ok though, because My God rocks and loves me just the way I am.   The Aquarius in me likes to explore other religions and find pieces that feel "at one" with what I already believe.  I wholeheartedly believe that there are threads of truth in all religions and that it's naive to think that only one could be the end all and be all. 

Josslyn is always my first and foremost but I saved the best for last. I never would have thought motherhood and astrology would ever relate, but her and I are already butting heads and I blame it on her being a Leo.  I'm still not quite sure whether my Aquarius or Pisces side is more dominant yet as far as parenting her. At this point in the game, I'm still winning with my logic, sarcasm, and stubborness, thanks to Aquarius.  Her lion mentality has put me in quite the predicament. I appreciate the fact that she is growing up with a strong will and her own opinions, but I would love if it wasn't at the expense of my nerves. She pushes all the right buttons and yelling matches have already begun.  I'm seriously on high alert for the teenage Josslyn to hit way earlier than 13. 

So there you have it.  Now you have even more excuses to think I'm crazy, but it was kind of nice to see how some traits do come into play in my day to day life.  Not saying horoscopes are the Bible or anything, but I must say they do come close sometimes.  Worry about me when I start believing all my fortune cookies and playing the lottery with the lucky numbers on the back.  Until then, I shall continue my horoscope reading and also be checking up on some of you fools too.  I know you...and I know you better than you think. ;) 

And I will try to fix you...

There are moments in life that feel so surreal, that you are almost certain there was no way in hell it happened...except for the fact that it is still happening all around you, every single day.  That's how I have felt for the past 3 weeks.  I have been unbelievably emotional, and some days it feels like my heart will burst.  I'm a pretty emotional person anyway without throwing in a game changer like seeing your brother fighting for his life.  I never ever thought my 22 year old brother could end up in such a scary position.  How do you process the idea of someone so young needing brain surgery?  What is a normal reaction, because I have yet to figure out if I'm processing things right? 

I put on a bold face and positive attitude while driving to the hospital, but that facade didn't last long.  The moment I walked into the ER, they were telling my mom that they had found an abnormal mass.  The look on her face will be one of the most vivid memories of this whole thing.  I thought I was mentally broken a long time ago, but this was the final straw.  I felt like MY life was flashing before me and I was panicked to think of a life without him.  I had forgotten how much I needed him.  No matter how bad I fuck up, he is always the one to set me straight, but love me regardless.  When things are good in my life, he's the first person to be happy for me without a hint of resentment.  He is one of my best friends and I had taken him for granted.  I needed him more than ever and I felt so pathetic for being weak, selfish, and scared.  How could I be so fucking broken down and pitiful when he is the one laying in that bed?!  I wanted to give every part of me to trade places with him.

After being scared out of my mind, I was then angry.  Irrational, violent anger.  Everyone was to blame for this, and if they weren't, they were going to say something to piss me off enough to turn on them.  I wanted to be left alone.  It was probably better for everyone if they did.  There were no words that were going to make me feel better about the situation.  I just wanted to hold Jarick's hand and pray next to him.  That was the only time I felt at ease.

Thankfully, God blessed me with a very sensitive and understanding daughter.  She looked at her Uncle and touched his hand gently, before we made her leave the hospital.  Later, my mother-in-law would tell Michael, that Josslyn told her she had talked to God and He had told her everything was going to be ok.  Again I broke down.  I desperately needed something to believe in and I held onto her little words so tightly, that I had no choice but to believe them.  From that point, I knew there could be no more tears in front of Jarick.  He needed us to be his strength and have faith in God's plan. 

As this experience has unfolded I have learned a lot about myself. I am nowhere near as tough as I thought I was. I can't go through this life only relying on myself like I thought I could.  Having support is the only thing that has kept me going lately.  Each day has been a struggle, but slowly we all understood that this was happening; accept the reality, and deal with the moment in front of you.  As hard a time as I have had with doctors lately, I decided to let go and allow myself to trust that they were doing everything they could for him.  None of us had control of this situation, so I released myself from the angst, guilt, and selfish need to try to fix things, and just loved my brother and family as hard as I could.

Now when I hear this song, all I think about is the love I have for one of the most important people in my life; so even when I know I can't, I will still try and fix you. 

Now seriously, stop asking.

It has been my stance for awhile now that I'm nearly positive I don't want to have another child.  I say nearly, because I'm a woman and hormones change your mind for you all the time.  My less hormonal version has decided it's best to have just Josslyn.  Everyone likes to ask when the next one is, and I like to shock them and say never.  Honestly, it's no one's business, but for some odd reason some people think they're funny when they ask.  It's not a joke, and it's actually a serious life choice, so I don't know why they think it's ok to ask.  It's just as bad as strangers wanting to rub your pregnant belly or asking you if you plan on breastfeeding.  That shit is personal and pretty inappropriate.  I don't owe anyone this explanation, but I'm tired of some people trying to shame me into another child with this "only child syndrome bullshit".  So here's my bullshit for you.  No one has any idea the hell Michael and I went through in the delivery room by ourselves and how scared we were.  It's hard to explain to someone that you become physically ill just thinking about the birth of your child.  It was supposed to be a happy and wonderful moment, but I didn't get to have that.  I barely remember touching my baby before they swept her and Michael off while I laid there drugged, scared and all alone.  It was the worst feeling I've ever had.  It hurt more than the 3 hours of trying to bring my daughter into this world naturally.  Writing this now makes me want to burst into tears.  I felt like the worst person in the world when I couldn't give my baby her first bath or hold her before she went to sleep. I just don't feel like reliving those moments.  I know it would be different the second time around, but I can't.  I feel like I would end up with guilt if it was memorable with the second, like I failed Josslyn in some way.  It's silly, I know, but that's my honest feeling.  I've also had a lot of health issues since I've had Josslyn.  We did talk about having another baby, but it just didn't happen.  I felt like a failure yet again; I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me and then I couldn't have a baby because of it.  I'm still trying to resolve whatever the hell is wrong with my body and have yet to find a doctor that is willing to take my issues seriously.  The latest doctor, very nonchalantly, told me that I have an endometrial infection, but I don't have cancer.  "Oh just take these antibiotics for a week and you'll be fine."   Thank you for making that clear after 4 months of tests.  Why did it take so long to figure it out, why is it that I keep having the same issues, and why isn't she helping me find ways to prevent the infections that keep occurring?!  It would have been nice to know that she had a serious concern that it might be cancer from the get go.  What do I know about my body, it's not like I'm a doctor right?!    Yet another reason I've given up.  All I want is to feel healthy again.  I can't spread myself anymore thin before taking care of myself.  I have to be in a better place before I could ever imagine bringing another life into this world.  So leave me alone, and stop asking when I'm having another baby because it really might just be never.

Quarter-Life Crisis

Yes, there is such a thing.  I'm living it and you can't tell me any different.  I thought my previous post would help ease the feeling of being overwhelmed, but no; here I am still stuck in a rut.  How do I get away from my own thoughts?  It's like my brain will not shut the fuck up and just let me be.  I don't want to think about life; I just want to work, sleep and eat for once without a worry.  I need a shut off switch.  I've tried drinking and it doesn't work.  I'm not cut out to be an alcoholic I guess.  Somebody save me from myself.

We're all in the shit.

It has come to my attention that I need a break from life.  I got a few calls from my brain while dreaming, and let's just say those dreams have spoken to me loud and clear.  The last conversation ended ugggggly.  I don't know what's going on lately, but it feels like I'm being pulled into more directions than I can handle.  It's nice to be needed, but it's also exhausting.  It's especially exhausting when it feels like everyone and their mother wants a piece of you.  I like to pretend I'm a little fairy that has all the power I need to keep everyone happy, but in reality I'm up to my knees in shit.  I know everyone feels this way once in awhile so I'm not trying to be overly dramatic about my issues.  I'm just saying I need to stop all the visual and mental clutter and have a me day.  Is that really too much to ask?  I'm just admitting a small defeat and trying to remember that I can't forget about myself in this process.  I've been neglecting the things I require to be happy AND functioning.  If you need to be in my general vicinity at any time, then you know that I become a grumpy bitch if I don't get my minimum.  It's not a good look.  So if I check out for awhile, you know why.

Best. Shirt. Ever.

Thanks to The Decadent Diva, Des Gonzales,  I had to make this into a shirt.  Already bought mine lol.

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Epiphany

You know that really horrid feeling when you look at an article of clothing and think, "Hey, this is cute; I'm gonna wear it" and once said item is on, you feel completely disgusted by how you look?  Yaaaaa...I've had a few of those moments this year.  I've been trying really hard to eat healthier and watch my boredom eating.  I'm notorious for wanting to eat everything that looks vaguely delicious; therefore I try not to go grocery shopping alone anymore...especially when I'm hungry.  Yet no amount of working out or dieting has helped me lose the weight in my tummy area though.  I mean, an emergency c-section scar is not only a constant reminder that I'm a mom, but also a badge of honor.  I love what it stands for, but I still really fucking hate that scar and all the scar tissue.  I won't even go into the details about my hatred for cellulite either.  It would take entirely too long for me to get my point across.

It's nice when people say you look pretty or compliment you on losing the baby weight. I take it as a compliment for a confidence booster, and also to keep from thinking they are being complete douchebags.  Still, there are just some days that are worse than others and no matter what anyone says, it only comes down to how you feel about yourself.

Well today I decided that I want to feel good about myself regardless of what anyone says or thinks.  I don't care what THAT bitch on THAT magazine looks like.  I'm sure deep down she's counting her blessings there is photoshop just like the rest of us.  I thought back to the time when I was a size 0, and a little part of me was sad that I no longer can wear that size, but most of me was happy that I'm not.  If I think really hard about how happy I actually was when I was that size, I would have to say I really wasn't at all.  I am happier and  more confident with myself now than I ever was back then.  That my friends is one of my finest and greatest epiphanies I have ever had. 

I admit...parenting is hard.

3 years ago I became a mother. I AM SOMEBODY'S FRICKEN MOM! For some reason that still blows my mind if I think about it hard enough and what that kind of responsibility is.  I freak myself out thinking about all the bad shit Josslyn could do to me when she's older if I don't buck up. Scary shit I tell you. Like maybe I'm doing it wrong or maybe I'm doing things too right and she's just gonna flip one day and rebel.  She's already on me daily trying to be the boss and I know she's mirroring me and that scares the hell out of me.  I digress, and I'm starting to panic, so I'm just gonna stop.  Yet I'm sure every parent reading this can feel me when I say I have my doubts about myself as a parent all together.  I had one of those moments when I wanted to listen to my music and thought that maybe it wasn't appropriate for Josslyn to be listening to.  But why?  It's reality and it's out there so she is going to be exposed to it in the long run.  I don't want her to be sheltered.  I want her to be smart in the sense that she knows how to be in the world and not of the world.  I don't believe that video games and music are responsible for bad children.  My father is a musician, and although he doesn't agree with some of my music, I was allowed to appreciate all music.  But unfortunately the music isn't the only thing that I'm doing wrong.  My point is, that I felt bad for that split second and then realized in the next that being a parent isn't black and white and sometimes you're going to do it wrong but your kid will still be OK.  My brother and I were taught as children to do as our parents said and not as they did.  It is a brilliant idea now that I understand it.  We are both stable, healthy, self-sufficient adults, and we're appreciative of our parents and how they raised us.  I want to be that good for Josslyn.  I want her to know that I am not a perfect person or mom but I am just me doing the best that I can while still holding on to who I was before her because there was a different me before becoming her mom.  I was a crazy, loud, funny, potty-mouthed girl that didn't have a care in the world.  Sometimes I notice her and allow her to be free, but I feel like she has to be reigned in.  I don't want my daughter to think her mother is only a cussing, loud-ass that drinks too much wine and falls a lot.  (For the record I don't fall because I drink I'm just clumsy, so don't try calling Intervention or something.)  Yet I do want her to love me as I am, flaws and all; the real me that tries to be open and honest about herself and everything around her.  Whether she sees the fun and outgoing me or the mean, grumpy and disciplining me; I want her to realize one day in her adult life, that everyday, no matter what hat I was wearing, I loved her.  I loved her with all my heart and only wanted to do right by her.  Well I guess that's it.  I'd really prefer it if everyone could just respect my multiple identities from here on out. You don't have to like them all or understand them, but just know the one or two "Danielle's" you do love will come back around at some point and you'll remember why you loved me in the first place.  I just wanted to feel less guilty for being myself and somehow I came out of it successful.  Here's to Josslyn and hoping she comes out successful too. 

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This is just genius.

This isn't 7-11 bitch

This all has been in my head for awhile and I feel that now is probably a good time to let it go and be done with it.  If you think this blog is about you, then it probably is and you can contact me accordingly if you want to talk about it.  If I don't ever hear from you again, then this blog has done it's job. 

I feel at my age that I have had enough friends and frenemies to know the difference fairly quickly.  I no longer allow "friends" into my life if they are only there when they need me for something and really aren't interested in my life other than to talk shit about it.  I'm not interested in gossiping about everyone we know so you can turn around and gossip with them about me.  I'm too old for that shit.  I may not be the best friend all the time, but I don't put up fronts that we are just to brag about my life or because I need to borrow something.  You will always know where you stand with me.  Always.  Whether you like your hints subtle or in your face well that is up to you.  Just remember I like confrontations.

If you treat me like 7-11 you're gonna get charged a convenience fee.  I accept apologies or a ninja kick to your face.  Your choice. 

You aren't as original as you think...

Crazy beautiful life!

Ok so I haven't been on here in awhile and honestly it's because I'm fucking busy.  It's a lame ass excuse, but it's true so that's why I'm writing now ok so get off my back. 

The last month has been horrible and here's why.  First, my job of 6 years ended; not happy about that at all.  I was perfectly fine with where I was and then the big shots decided they wanted to retire and make a ton of money.  I would have been psyched about it if I was a big shot. (FML)  May 17th came and it all ended.  I don't even want to talk about the emotional baggage I still have due to being forced into a new job without my best friends.  I'm that sad about it.  So anyway, it's time to find a new job...sounds so easy for the oil and gas business and yet of course that had to be a complete nightmare for me.  I had 2 jobs lined up.  Yep 2, and somehow both of them were crap shoots.  Awesome.  If I didn't have a severance package, shit would of got real right then and there.  Hold it together.  Just hold it together.  That's all I could tell myself to keep from losing it.  We all like happy endings (that's what she said!), so I'm glad to inform you that I found work; just don't want you to worry about me too much lol.  It's been a couple weeks, and all jokes aside, I am in a good place. 

Another thing eating away at me is my daughter growing up.  She is going to be 3 already.  What the hell is happening with all this growing up and getting old shit?!  I didn't sign up for this mom business thinking it would just flash before my eyes!!!  I have to plan her party and I honestly can't bring myself to do it.  For some reason this birthday is especially hard.  I think it's because of the fact that I still see her as my baby and yet she insists on being a diva and trying to do her own thing.  I didn't think I had to worry about this issue until she was at least 13.  WRONG!  She has my personality and attitude that I have now at 26.  If you know me, then you can paint your own picture.  She's a Leo (I prefer hellcat) so that should have been my first clue of where this story was leading.  Let's start with some examples.  She repeats everything she hears.  Not right away mind you, so she'll throw you a curve ball and announce loudly that she sounds like an Asian kid sometimes.  Let me explain.  In my defense, I told her she sounded like Mrs. Swan from MadTV a couple weeks ago.  She did!!!  Stop judging me.  She asked me who that was and I told her it was an Asian lady that was on tv.  Somehow she absorbed that and this is the kind of thing I'm trying to deal with on a daily basis...literally.  I come home from work and I never know what new surprises she's learned from her adventures in the world.  She also likes to yell, "Whoa whoa whoa, muffin top!"  I'm to blame for this also and it was my own muffin top being referred to by the way.  This whole mom thing is hard.  You're still judging...stop it.

So you see it's been quite an eventful couple of weeks for me and I'm assuming it's not gonna end anytime soon.  I've gotten used to being at a new elevated level of stress so I just deal with it.  Life is keeping me on my toes that's for sure.  I will try and be better at blogging more often, mostly for my sake, but because it's fun to share some of the craziness of life with everyone.  It keeps me sane knowing other parents are having just as much fun behind the scenes as we are. :)

I really need a cupcake!

Find your own truth.

I was in my car, driving to work and I had this whole schpeel all worked out in my head.  I had all this anger and choice words I wanted to lay out for some certain people to hear.  Now I'm here and I can't remember a damn piece of it.  All I know is that it was good and I felt like I could avenge some shit.  So damn...I really wish I could remember.  Let's see how much of it comes back to me as I go.

One thing is for certain was that it was about family.  Such a general and dysfunctional word in my vocab.  I don't even like most of my family, but somewhere deep inside I love them (or at least respect them) all in different ways.  I know if it wasn't for some of them I wouldn't be here or be the person I am.  I don't think we have to "like" everyone in our family, but we sure as hell should at least be grateful to the ones that had anything to do with your life being a possibility!  I wish that people could grow up, open their eyes and really SEE people for what they really are.  There is no sense in accepting someone else's reality of what they think someone is.  You're an adult and you have your own two eyes, heart and mind - so use them.  Why be mad at someone that has never actually wronged you? 

I know it's hard to let go of anger, but I always try to fix things with them if they allow me the chance.  I make mistakes too and I appreciate when people just let me say I'm sorry.  I've seen it happen so many times when someone is mad at someone (and honestly can't even remember why)  yet they hold onto resentment and anger just because it makes them feel like they're winning.  What are you actually winning if I may ask?  Anger only hurts you.  Especially if that person has no idea that you're even mad.  Fucked up concept if you ask me. 

Let me throw in this little situation.  Suddenly, that person is gone.  There's nowhere left for all that emotion you stored up so easily and you're left with something else.  Guilt.  What a waste of time and energy to get such a shitty feeling left in it's place right?  That person is gone and everyone wants to mourn, cry and pretend like they were so close when everyone else knows the truth.  Don't let that be you.  I will punch you in the face if you even try to pull that bullshit around me.  Fight immaturity with immaturity I always say.  All I'm hoping for is a little less dysfunction and more being grown ass adults making shit right.  At the end of the day can you take a look in the mirror and say you tried to heal a broken relationship?  If it didn't work, well at least you aren't left looking like an asshole at the next funeral and you can get right and not show up at all.  All I know is that if you weren't a part of my life while I was alive you better not show up to my funeral cause I will haunt you motherfuckers.

Take a look at that...I still got to speak my piece.  Not too schabby.

Just happy :)

I'm sure everyone has had a moment where they realized they dodged a bullet.  One of those times when you see clearly and realize that any other way the situation would have happened would have just been BAD.  I love those moments.  I feel like it's God showing me very subtly that he is still in control.  It's the slap in the face your parents don't give you anymore.  The grounding that only someone that loves you can give.  I so desperately needed that in my life and it came to me; all by itself in a rare and quiet moment I heard my heart.  I kissed my baby good night and I held my husband's hand to go to sleep, and just like that I knew I had everything I could ever need.  No amount of money could buy that happiness.  A bigger house can't make me feel anymore complete.  Everything can fall apart...my career, my house, my possessions, but as long as I remember where my heart is I don't have to worry about a thing.

WARNING: Objects angrier than they appear.

People don't like confrontation so I like to use that to my advantage.  I have no problem being the bad guy.  I prefer it.  Especially when people are just fucking wrong.  Don't come at me or anyone else I know thinking you're funny, and then get salty when I say something you don't want to hear.  It's called the truth and you're only mad cause it was funny and everyone laughed, but you.  If you were brought back to reality and your ego was deflated a little, then my job is done. 

Really?!

I'm trying to put it nicely cause I don't want to fucken hear it.

Amateur here...

I've never done this.  I mean yes, I talk a lot and voice my opinion on everything but usually just on Facebook.  This may be my worst idea ever and I'm sure this is the worst first blog ever, but I'll try and get better.  If you even vaguely know me, then you know that if I don't know something I will Google the shit out of it until I have enough info to make you sorry you asked.  I'll eventually make this look easy.  I guess I should start with a list of what you can expect from me (don't have high expectations). 

1. I'm gonna start with a list.  It makes me feel like this blog will be organized and official.
2. Bad words are my favorite and I don't care if you don't like it.  You can censor me if you feel the need.  I have given you fair warning.
3. Don't ask for my advice unless you want an honest answer.  I have lost friends over this.  Not my problem.
4. Arguing will happen.  I am no stranger to arguing even after I know I'm wrong.  Ask my husband.
5. I'm random and spontaneous, therefore I will post things that way. 
6. I make shit up and quote movies, songs (pretty much anything I hear that tickles my fancy) all the time cause I think it's funny and I like to laugh.  Most people don't get it...especially in public places.  Here's to hoping it makes more sense on here.
7. Don't take me literally.  I'm a sarcastic smartass so more than likely my comments should be taken that way.  If that makes you mad, then take me literally.  Whatever makes you happy. Refer to #4.
8. Thank you come again.

RAWR