Your baloney has a 1st name it’s P-H-O-N-E-Y

Sometimes I mistakenly think something is “real” because I’m always real on my end. I don’t know how or why to be any other way. Turns out no matter how real I am if the other person is less than real then nothing about us is really real. Phoney baloney isn’t bolgna. Both are gross. Reality is gross. Oh well, I guess that means that I’m gross but that doesn’t change the fact that life is beautiful or that Unis can kiss my aged ass.

My season of poor choices

     Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of my divorce. Such a nice Thanksgiving family memory. Today, Black Friday, is the anniversary of me first hooking up with my ex-girlfriend. It’s the season of my poor choices. What a great reminder to make better decisions or just skip the relationships all together for awhile and enjoy being alone for the holidays. Life may be more lonely alone but the logistics are certainly less complicated.

     Still, I’ve gotta squeeze in more cardio because my goal for 2016 is to find an amazing girlfriend with perfect tits and the libido of a 35 to 42 yr old woman. I’m gonna need to shed fifteen pounds to attract anyone at all and I must keep my endurance up so that I can keep her satisfied once I’ve found her.

      Another option which allows me to thoroughly enjoy one of my other appetites is to just say forget the human relationships and really commit to my food fetish. It’s definitely the season to indulge in delicious food and drink but ARRRGH I’m trying to work on making better choices! If only I could see the future and know which decision would be the most fulfilling. With that I’m going for my run while I mull it over. Maybe Unis will send me a sign….or a hottie.

Discarded or free to be?

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My initial thought when I saw this doughnut discarded in the bushes was that it was sad and lonely. It had done it’s best to be appealing all decked out with chocolate and sprinkles and was yet rejected. Someone had tried it and tossed it away. Then I realized that Kiddo was projecting. Sure this doughnut was not living the purpose for which it was originally intended but it was living a life that most of it’s kind would never get to experience. It had been scarred but now had the opportunity to bask in the sunlight amongst the bushes rather than be immediately consumed. Sprinkles had been given the chance to remain as the sun went down and there’s really no telling what would become of it now. Maybe a raccoon would make a tastey meal of it or perhaps a colony of ants would carry it away one crumb at a time. Either way it had been kissed by the elements and nothing could ever take that away. The fate of Sprinkles was in the hands of Unis now.

In my bed…

The night following a very rare night that I didn’t sleep alone my big ol’ bed seems so empty. Not in a good way or in a bad way just very empty. I really notice the emptiness but I thought about it tonight differently. I am 42 years of age. I was with the same man for only 20 years of it. I have slept more nights in bed alone than not alone so I should view that as the norm. I can stretch out naked spread-eagled across the bed with no one to enjoy the view and feel entirely free

Blame it on free sample carts

I wish all of you self-proclaimed gurus would make up your minds. Should I get back out there or enjoy some “me time”? You know what I like during my “me time”? Head. Lots of it. Riddle me that Batman.

Some people blame the rain that was fallin fallin, some people blame the moon or the night, while some blame it all on their roots. I blame the free sample stations at club warehouse stores for my dating style. So many different flavors to be enjoyed in adorable little sample sizes. Similar to online dating some sample carts even have 2 products to try – one to eat and one to drink. Also like with dating there are more free samples available on the weekend. I’m known for buying everything that I sample at Sam’s Club but I’m trying to NOT carry that habit into my personal life. It’s hard because when I like something I want to take it back to my place. The struggle is real.

Blame it on the Rain

Blame it on the Moon

Blame it on the Night

Blame it on my Roots

Life is good

My life is always so good that I’m never waiting for some day in the future when things will be better. More than anything I’m enjoying each day like it’s the rare treasure that it is and already feeling nostalgic for each passing minute. Knowing as Country Time Lemonade reminds us that “these are the good ol’ days”. Honestly, if my life got any better I would genuinely not know what to do with myself.

Exes and Arachnids…

All of my dreams last night featured exes and spiders….I don’t know which is worse. The spiders were HUGE! I’m talkin a few realllly big house spiders and wolf spiders as big as my hand hiding in a cabinet or whatever which startled me BUT ALSO spiders as big as medium sized dogs that were so thick and long leggedly quick that none of my exes could kill them. One particularly terrifying spider came from the ground. I heard a sound and I looked, and behold a pale arachnid : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. Different exes in different dreams…different coloured of each sized spider for different exes and none of my exes could kill ANY of the spiders! …At one point I had to climb up a rungless ladder in my half swamped RV to try and retrieve my tepid old Coke that had been open for days in a cabinet above the apparently 12ft tall fridge. I swung from the swampy water kicking off with my feet and grasped with finger tips the edges of the rung holders then remembering how Stallone had to grab above his head while dangling in Cliffhanger I used my fingertips and toes to boost upward as hard as I could wrapping my toes onto the edge of the ladder frame and holding on with one arm I opened the left cabinet and inside were some VERY angry wasped that were pissed with all of my banging so I BANGED that door closed and almost fell into the murky water below. Realizing that I had opened the wrong door I opened the right door….just as I remembered that I had finished that Coke yesterday!! Out of the cabinet rushed a giant wolf spider bigger than my face!! And terror insued….I won’t even mention the hard shiny purple spider….but at the end of all of these dreams I felt very very lonely as a double couple hugged goodbye on a dock and better halves sailed away at sunset and all of my spiders and exes had disappeared and I thought “I’m sending out signals but the TV is turned off” immediately I woke up and still mostly asleep thought “Rob’s just not pickin up what I’m puttin down” then suddenly remembered that I’m not with him anymore! Lol….I haven’t awakened to remember that in over a year and this was the 1st time it made me laugh out loud!! Now I’m laying here writing in my dream journal (which you are reading) and going over all of the obvious symbolism in my head but I won’t put you through all of that!

All about timing

   Today my virtual relationship with the Dr. I have met online reached the critical “Set The 1st Actual Meeting” stage. I have never pursued a relationship like this but I am sure that in this day and age of online dating many of you are familiar with it. I had been looking forward to the invite for the face to face get together until I recently lost my job. If I had known that unemployment was imminent I would never have posted my 1st dating profile to begin with. I wonder if my feelings would be different if I were in the market for a man to date but I think not considering that I do not ever wish to appear to be a gold digger. I’m sure that there are plenty of single mothers out there looking for someone to support them and their children but I will do my best to never be mistaken for one of those. I’ll take care of my own life thank you very much.  I would like to find someone that can provide everything EXCEPT financial support for me because that’s just the way I am. For better or for worse, my responsibilities are my own.
This afternoon while I was online submitting applications to every single available nearby job I could find I recieved a message from the good doctor.  After a month of correspondence the doctor wanted to know when I could get together for lunch or for dinner. I responded with as much tact as I could because I realllly didn’t want her to think that I was just blowing her off but I had to let her know that currently I am an unemployed, single, middle-aged mother and couldn’t pay my own way during a lunch or dinner date and wasn’t inclined to allow a new acquaintance to foot my bill. Ughhhh, sometimes I’m too honest but I’d feel better about spending my life alone than ever for one minute decieving anyone even by omission. I’m currently a loser when it comes to dating if only in the sense that if I had a close friend that was involved in a virtual relationship tell me that the person they were interested in seeing face to face was an unemployed middle-aged single parent with an online dating account I would tell them to run. It’s only fair for me to give the good Dr. the same advice.  I told her that I was recently unemployed without notice or severance pay because the owner of the company had a friend that needed a job and that I couldn’t pursue a “dating relationship” until my situation was straightened out. I have yet to receive a response. Damn the timing but it is what it is.

Cracker Jack prize

   Sometimes it seems like it doesn’t matter how right you do things or how good a person you are because the people that end up living their dreams are the selfish and the sad messes. Seems like so many people that actually are wonderful people that have their shit together end up struggling despite the fact that they always do the right thing.

      I’ve realized that even though I truly love everyone so many people do suck and are a total waste of my time and energy. Unfortunately, we have to interact with people and depend on other people for our livelihood but goddammit it’s frustrating because most people don’t do what they say they will do. Sorting through useless people to find the good ones is time and energy consuming like eating Cracker Jack for the prize…and it’s usually a shitty prize but sometimes it’s a cool tattoo. I also always liked the little tops. The spinning tops not the lame pencil toppers. It’s almost better that Cracker Jack was purchased by Frito Lay because they stopped putting prizes in the packages. Now there’s no disappointment waiting at the bottom BUT there’s also no anticipation, no hope that the prize will be cool rather than shitty.

   When I was young I made myself wait until I had eaten the last bite of Cracker Jack before being rewarded by the prize. When I had gotten a little older I started fishing for the prize halfway through my snack because I wanted to at least be able to have the pleasure of the peanuts and popcorn as my consolation prize if the surprise turned out to be super lame. I would save the real carmel coated pieces until the end. In my late teen years I realized that I didn’t even really like the taste of Cracker Jack very much.

   I went years without even thinking about the treat until I had my own kids. I bought it for them a few times out of a sense of nostalgia but it wasn’t really a hit and there was no prize at all.

    I miss the days when I was excited about a cheap prize at the bottom of a box of less than delicious peanuts and half stale popcorn that always sort of tasted like cardboard

Cracker Jack Collectors Association

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Cool tops

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Lame pencil topper

Intense situation…

So many situations we find ourselves in these days wouldn’t have been possible not too long ago. Thanks to modern gizmos ‘n’ gadgets I found myself in a pretty surreal situation today. Apparently my phone screen is more difficult to replace than any phone screen in the history of the universe so nearly a month after I paid for my replacement screen I found myself BACK at the Mr. Phone Fixit shop for the third time. Anticipating that I might have to leave my cracked phone at the shop I had brought along my older phone to be used if necessary. After having participated in cheerful chit chat with the other anxious parents in the waiting area I powered on my old device. Even in a waiting area in a phone repair shop it seems odd to just continue to sit in such close proximity to other weird wired people without my electronic sheild in hand. I noticed straight away that I was getting a ton of notifications and that many of them were voicemails that hadn’t been listened to. That wasn’t a big surprise because I very rarely listen to messages. I have fewer unlistened to messages on my new phone because people finally stopped recording them. So without even a premonitory pause I decided to listen for a bit to pass the time. BIG MISTAKE. A deliciously happy, excited loving voicemail from a year ago changed me from being a cheerful stranger in a hopeful waiting area to a shattered person sitting perfectly still so that my pieces wouldn’t scatter all over the place while trying to force my lungs to function. It was very surreal. Sounds around me were muted and it felt like someone had stabbed a GIGANTIC ice sword through my gut. My vision was fading around the edges and I felt like everyone in the room were awaiting my reaction so I had none. I kept all of my reacting on the inside where it belongs.
          ~Kiddo

LOL Unis

Lol Unis! I was in the shower and Pandora was playing and then the song changed and I sang along changing the “he’s” to “she’s” of course…

“Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
she’s a loser, but she still keeps on tryin’

Unlucky in love, least that’s what they say
She lost her head and she gambled her heart away
She still keeps searching though there’s nothing left
Staked her heart and lost, now she has to pay the cost”

..and then I said “yeah Beeyotch! Let me introduce myself” and laughed my carefree ‘I don’t give a damn’ laugh then shaved my legs even though no one will ever notice.
  
   I half expected Alone Again, Naturally to come on next but Unis dropped that ball

Unis Up to Her Tricks or Treats

   Sometimes I wonder if Unis is fuckin’ with me or just trying to reward me for my patience. Possibly she just REALLY wants me to think hard about my choices. I have a problem knowing if I’m making the right choice when it comes to ordering off of a menu. So when there are PROS and CONS in a decision that effects me and also effects my children’s lives plus there’s an issue of conscience you can see why I might feel a burden making either decision.  Determining which one is right and which one is smart can be a struggle. Especially, when they both seem right in different ways.
   For her first trick today I finally got the business cards that the company I work for had made for me. I am listed as a Service Consultant. Then not even two hours later Unis had a follow up trick or possibly treat. I got an offer to manage a shop Monday through Friday 9 to 5 for over 13k more a year than I am making at my current job. My current position requires me to work 7:30am until 5pm Monday through Saturday. EVERY SINGLE SATURDAY. I do get two Thursdays off a month but still. I have been with this company only nine months. Other than being a yoga/fitness instructor for seven years this is the longest I have been at a job since I had to rejoin the workforce almost two years ago. Not that I am unreliable or a flake but when put in a situation in which I was suddenly a stay at home mom I took the first job that I could find that allowed me to continue teaching most of my yoga/fitness classes mornings and evenings. I was working graveyard shift doing very physical grueling manual labor in an industrial laundry and I did that for seven months. I had earned the unofficial title of “Longest Lasting White Girl” after two weeks. That job was extreme even for a very physically and mentally strong person such as myself. I stuck with it until I was offered another job. I felt awful when I scheduled a meeting during the day to speak with the manger and Personnel Dept. I was supposed to be sleeping since I worked all night but the office was closed at night and I felt as a responsible adult that I needed to give two weeks notice and explain my reason for leaving. I thanked the manager for choosing me for the job seven months before and saving me and my children from homelessness. I was truly grateful and I offered to continue to work nights for the first two weeks of my new job. The manager thanked me kindly but said “as you know people quit this job every single day. They leave after working just two hours or just never show back up after their second day or a week or whatever their breaking point is. You have been a very reliable employee for seven months and I wish you luck with your new job but there’s no need to work two jobs for two weeks. Thanks for your service” So I moved on to my second full time job as a single mom.

    There’s always issues for me leaving anything that I have commited to even when it’s the smarter choice. I felt bad about leaving the laundry hanging (wink wink) but the new job was offering me a position running an office at a small business for twice what I was making at the laundry and for daytime hours. Monday through Friday 9 to 6 and every other Saturday meant that I would have to QUIT teaching my morning yoga classes 😦  but that I could still teach my evening classes if I rushed straight from work. Turned out I was late to class sometimes twice a week which bothered me more than I could stand. I stayed with that job for only three months because the office I was running turned out to be crooked and I had a problem with forging documents and lying to state government officials. Even working at the all night laundry was preferable to working days in a prison laundry so I didn’t feel bad about leaving my position without notice. The business was audited and cited for multiple violations months after I got the hell out so I felt that my move was definitely the right choice. Also I was able to I earn a salary that is over 15k more a year than that crooked job and I get $200 a month for fuel allowance since I work forty miles from home. Not a bad move up for a single mom that had been out of the workforce for almost eighteen years. The biggest problem with switching from that job to my current position is that the hours are so long. I am gone twelve hours a day and had to quit teaching yoga entirely. I could occasionally teach a Spin class but have recently broken it off with my girlfriend and I was teaching at her facility so there goes that. I loved teaching all of my classes but that’s life I guess. With such little time for my mom duties and practically no time for my self. I do what I need to do but am exhausted and I’m still struggling financially. When I get paid I pay the bills, buy groceries and gas and then I am out of money. A couple times a month something bounces through my bank account like the dot on a sing along song video. More money and more family time plus free time should make decision a no-brainer right? Not for me.

    Considerations that would keep me from accepting the new position:
1.) How much training would I recieve before being expected to manage a shop? I am a quick learner but I need to find out the duties and expectations of this proferred position before I commit to doing them. If I get in over my head I may cost the company AND/OR end up out of a job completely.  Switching jobs is a gamble.
2.) The company I already committed to has been good to me financially and they’ve done for me what they said they would do when I convinced them that I would be reliable and trustworthy.
3. The company I currently work for went to the trouble of ordering and paying for business cards with my name on them.
4. The company I work for JUST  gave me my paid vacation two months before it was due for a non work related conference. I literally just returned to work the day before yesterday.

    Now all of the reasons to take the new job:
1.) The great hours
2.) The great salary
3.) No more dealing with the unbelievable ASSHAT service manager at work that yells and screams profanity at me and comments to the other employees in this mostly male work environment about my female private parts in vulgar ways. I have hated few people in my life but I have hated him. Now I see him as a big, loud, pot bellied grumpy toddler but he makes days at work just beyond ridiculous and sometimes I hate him still. He messes with my positive energy because HATE is not something I want to spend my energy on. For months I would actually DREAD going to work and not because of the long drive or the long hours. I would dread having to deal with that douche ass manager. Days when he isn’t here run just as smooth as silk. The only reason I stay is because I can afford to be jobless for one day. If I wasn’t a mother I would have left the first day. Or gone to prison for extreme murder. Seriously.

   I am going to the interview on Thursday to see if I think I can handle the new responsibilities. Thanks Unis for giving me more big decisions to make on my own 🙂