Pride

When I was growing up I swam for the high school and our country club. And like a good Mum, mine was in the stands every time. Dad rarely came as being in the dance business, nights were when people came in for lessons. I understood. If I had meets on the weekends, he would be there and then go play his 18 holes of golf. I always knew for any event that I had, my units would be there. When I was in high school I also was in the chorus, and my Mum hiked her cookies to the mall, or the school to be there for me. I was just a run of the mill singer, Mum was actually quite known for her pipes when she was younger. She would sing all over her home town.


When beloved #1 told me he wanted to be on TV, I said ok. I mean, he was so cute as a toddler who was I to deny the world his talent? I took him in for modeling and the agent told me he had so much personality she wanted to use him for acting. Uh, ok, I had no idea he was that outgoing or had that many expressions until I saw the tape for his audition. WOW is all I will say. First gig out of the gate he landed the Scottish Rite merge and is now known as Children's Hospital of Atlanta. He did TV and voice on the radio. AND it was a union job so he got his SAG card, all at the tender age of 3 1/2. He would do talent shows with his agent and her other clients and every time I would see him on stage I would tear up, I am just thinking about the memory of it. I was never the gooey, crying type until I had kids and even then it was only if my kids were involved. No sobbing at the Hallmark or Kodak commercials, however, I will admit that the Clydesdale ads do get me from time to time.


As beloved #1 got older he decided he didn't want to 'work' anymore and so he joined the band in middle school and then theatre in high school. His father, now divorced, and I would go to the performances, and my parents would drive down from Chattanooga to also attend. When his aunt was available she too would go. As the years progressed I would invite my close peeps to come see the wonder of Skyler and his talent. His Junior year he played this Psychiatrist and won a Best Supporting Actor, Oscar. I was so proud and that role was written for him. I mean this guy was sarcastic, brilliant, funny and just hilarious. His one line  was the best part of  the whole play. (No really, I didn't make that up like a proud Mum, ask anyone).


Now beloved #2 is in his Junior year of high school and he too did the band in middle school and now does the acting in high school. Last year they did a production of "The Little Mermaid" and Spencer played Chef Louie, and by God, he nailed it. He had the accent, the mannerisms and again I heard, "he stole the show". And like any good Mum I beamed and was beyond proud. Tonight Spencer is playing Lurch in "The Addams Family" production and I cannot wait to see him. He gets to sing a song and basically just grunt the whole show prior to his song. I asked if he knew his lines. Hee Hee, yeah, I'm witty like that. I could not be more prouder of either son and their actions and going after what they love doing. So many, including me, don't know what their passion is, they do.


And by the way, I did not bestow any talents on them, except maybe musically, but that I still concede comes from their Grandmum. I just gave them life, by way of being gutted, but you've heard that story before. :)

In my mind

Summer is here! This past weekend my pool peeps and I all got together to christen another Summer season. ahhhhhhhhhh. It was heavenly. Because the water still had a chill to it, we didn't swim but we did lay out. All of us were glistening with sunscreen and sun's kisses. It was divine actually. We had Trilla, and it was their pool, then we had Kashew, and Michelle and her friend and Candace and I. Candace and I were the first to arrive and we got the table cleaned up and set the food in the fridge and then we cracked open a cold one. Me an energy drink and her an adult beverage. The 3 other couples followed shortly there after.


By then it was really warm outside and two of the ladies stripped down to their bikini's bc they can rock those b*tches. The rest of us stayed in our clothes. I wore shorts and a tank so I was able to get tanned on my arms and legs and face. It was just pure delight. Being a FL girl, I love the beach but since I'm too far to drive to that each weekend, we do the pool, and that's ok. This particular pool is 5 minutes away from my house, so I love it even more. Plus this pool is where I met my Buford Shore, Matthew and Keith. It brings back fond memories for me as well. I was telling Candace how I met both of them and what fun we had a few years ago.


We all brought food to cook out and then we brought sides to share. The grill was a coal one so it took forever to heat up. Safe to say some people had baked potato al dente, if you know what I mean.


I cannot wait for this weekend and then subsequent weekends until Septemberish. Where more shenanigans, drinks, and food, and always big laughs will ensue. God bless the Summer and God Bless the pool we get to surround. I almost feel as giddy as Clark Griswald when he gets his Christmas lights all aglow. Thank you, thank you, thank you Universe for the great people I get to spend my weekends with.


Till we meet again, kiss kiss, hug hug. Muah!

Spring Brings All Things New....Right?

Is anybody else excited that Spring is finally here? My pool peeps and I have been doing the countdown for months. I love Winter and all the fun it brings, but this year we experienced cold with not a lot of snow. For me, if I'm going to freeze my booty off, at least throw this Princess some flipping snow. Make it worth my while, but oh noooo, we only got a sprinkling of snow flurries this year and I say "bah humbug!"......

Being in the lovely South, Spring brings in the bestest allergens ever, said no one. I take an antihistamine daily for my fur, dust, dander, grass, hickory and anything else you want to throw in there allergies, but some of my friends don't need that medication year round and some got caught with snuffy noses or runny noses or just plain sinus issues. All of which, are some fun things to deal with.

Spring is a renewing of the trees, flowers, animal babies and our sunny disposition for the pool/lake/beach. My group and I are already planning an outing. We are going to have sun, fun, food, good times maybe an adult beverage for those who drink and great belly laughs. Our pool days are well thought out events. The pool gets credit for bringing us all together again on the weekends. We can catch up, for those who have not seen each other since the warmer weather, and we can sit on decks and enjoy the views, the convo's and the people watching. Sometimes I'm sure, we are the entertainment for others especially when Matthew gets going on some tirade and then Thrilla, the big, quiet one, finally has enough and tells Matthew to just 'shut the hell up!' Hee hee.

Just that image is making me smile and laugh because you listen and shake your heads in disbelief of what is being said or you agree and take it to another level all the while enjoying a cold one and the pool.

That's what Spring is to me....Happy Easter everyone...Kiss Kiss Hug Hug...Muah

Musings part deux

Do you notice that as you age you either are more tolerant or less tolerant of things in general? Let me explain. When I was younger, I could go from 0-50 in less than a minute in anger. I had no patience and even then, I had no tolerance for dumb arse drivers, as you know, that hasn't and probably will never change. Once my beloveds were born I had so much patience, and when I say 'so much' when you had none to begin with "so much" is a lot. I didn't like their dickhead friends, but I faked it. There are still very few children I do like much less adore, so if yours is one, you should feel honored, and I'm not joking, I'm dead serious.

Now that I'm 900+ years I really have no tolerance for stupidity, rudeness, back stabbing, fire starters, pot stirrers, etc. Once I find out that's what you are, or have been doing, ciao. I may not delete you from FB, but I won't be asking to hang with you either. If we were doing things and we aren't now, look inward.

I was having issues with energy, depression and other lovely ailments, but now that I am back to being me, I really do not want to spend time with people who annoy me, or do nothing but brag about themselves, or people who really, don't want to be true friends. That's cool! I have never been one who could fake my feelings one way or the other, and I still can't/don't/won't. As Dana Carvey would say when he imitated Pres Bush Sr, "Not gonna do it!" and you know why? Because I don't have to. Why would any of us keep people who are toxic, or backstabbing or just plain and simple, do not have our best interests at heart? There is no reason, quite honestly. It's not a healthy way to live and it's exhausting to pretend. Bleck.

When you meet me, you can see that the person you read on FB is the very same person standing in front of you. I have no filter, and I don't lie AND I'm not fake. I may spill about my personal life after an adult beverage or 4, but I will never spill your secrets. What you see is literally, what you are getting. Sarcastic, funny, protective, supportive, human and if I count you in my "inner circle" you should feel blessed because it does take a lot to get in there. Lately, it hasn't taken much to be removed from there either.

Bottom line kids, life is too short to not be happy and listen to your own inner monologue. Who knows you better than you? No one, just be opened to listening and you will find your happy.

Kiss Kiss Hug Hug and a special MUAH

Cynical or Reality...that is the question

After 9/11 I stopped watching the nightly news. My beloved's were still young and I wanted to live in the fantasy world similar to being at Disney World. Everything was lovely, fun, safe, sunshiney, sparkly, clean, and no one was wronged, hurt or deceived....Yeah well, like I said, a fantasy world.

In my 900 years of roaming this earth, I have seen the good, the bad and the ugly in people. I myself try to stay on the good path, but I have had times of being Evil Princess and I know it. The only difference is I own it, others just like to pretend they are good all the while plotting to get by with something or over someone. One of the ways I try to remain on my good path is by believing in karma. Both my kids have known what karma was since they were very young. You hit your brother, friend, dog etc, bad things will come back to you. I think it's one of the reasons why both my sons are caring, selfless, and always eager to help others, they know that it's not only the right thing to do, but somewhere down the line, someone will help you when needed. I stand firm in my belief there is nothing wrong with that thinking.

My Mum being a nurse, which as you know, is the epitome of a helping person. Good lord these people in the medical field go into that job with the idea of helping others and taking care of them.  God love them, lord knows I would kill people since I am so not a people person. I can't deal with whiny complainers, and add an infectious disease or two, ah hell naw, I am so out of there. Thus, why I am not a nurse or anything close to that type of profession. I still find a fascination with Psychology but that's because I like to try and understand the thought process of people and what makes them delusional, deceitful or just down right bonkers.

It's day 29 of the new year and I am still struggling to find my passion, the one thing that I want to do to sustain myself and my kids, cats, and piggies. I need to find my purpose and leave a mark in this world. I don't want to pass away, one day in my car , from a heart attack like a recent co worker. I envy people who know they want to be rock stars, or poets or Miss USA, I mean, that's amazing. There are people I know who knew what they wanted to be since they were kids. That's a calling and beyond determination, to go through the many years of schooling and still you know you want to be a performer, or a doctor, lawyer etc. We all wanted to be rock stars when we were young, right? But how many actually make it? Actors are a dime a dozen, but the truly talented and right place at the right time people, make it happen. Perhaps I just need a good chokra cleansing to clear my mind and open my destiny.

Bottom line, its your life, your choice and your mindset that takes you where you need or want to go. Tap into and get on with it. Life really is too short for procrastination. Kiss Kiss Hug Hug

Office Etiquette

Come on people, we don't need a class on how to walk down the hallway, do we? It's just like driving. You are walking down the hallway, corridor, path etc. Someone approaches you, you should be walking on the right side, they should be walking on the right side so that when you come to meet up, everybody is walking on the right side and you pass each other with ease and no touching.

Apparently some of the arseholes I work with, don't know how to drive. I just came down the aisle and two guys were coming towards me walking side by side, what's the polite thing to do? One douche steps either behind or in front of his friend so they are single file, but what does this moron do? He comes at me face to face. I had to stop to let him go by, excuse me? What happened to letting ladies go by or protecting them from the street etc. Dude was babbling about some bs and if I hadn't been looking, he would have ran me over, even though he was looking right at me. Not like I was invisible asshat.

That's about as annoying as when you are at the store with a shopping cart, and two hags are cart to cart blocking the aisle so they can discuss whose kid is smarter. I just stand there and glare until one of them finally stops thinking the world revolves around her and notices they are blocking all of us sane people who are just trying to get some groceries. Another fun thing is when you are online for whatever and people try to worm their way in front of you. Yeah, not on my watch sugar lips. Get here in a timely fashion and you won't have to worry about being a rude bitch or dick, whichever gender you identify with.

I had a friend who hated people about as much as I do and I got him a tee that read "Don't Fuck With Me", I should have gotten two.

Kiss kiss grump grump

Ah the fun times we have on dates.....not

Sooooooooo, I met a guy Friday night, gave him my number, which I never do, texted with him Saturday and met for the first and only date Sunday. Let me give you some background. I didn't date for 7 years because at the time my beloved's were younger and my on again off again bf of 5 years and I broke up for good. I decided to focus on my sons and hang with my friends on the off weekends. I enjoyed that. I would meet my peeps on my 'single' weekends for dinner, plays, music, adult beverages, trips, moovies, etc. No muss, no fuss and certainly no heartbreak.

In the last few years my friends were encouraging me to start dating again. I wasn't really looking to do that, but after many lectures, I did branch out on some online dating sites and found either weirdos or just people I had no chemistry with. For me, I know instantly, if I am attracted to you. I don't need to spend more time, or find out more about them, it's either there or it's not. Which is why, when I do find someone that connects and I find attractive, it's hard to let go. But I always do if that's what needs to happen.

Back to this past weekend. Since I'm trying to defluff myself, my trainer suggested skipping beer due to the wheat, and have either wine or vodka drinks. Since all my 'pump you up' people drink vodka etc, I figured I would try that. Apparently, I have zero tolerance for vodka and became quite drunk fairly quickly. Who knew? Now we all do. So after my second vodka with soda water and a twist of lemon, my girls and I met this guy. We chatted and I laughed and my two girls disappeared leaving me to talk with him. Ok, no worries, I was in a safe environment. Somehow we exchanged numbers, and I say 'somehow' because I really don't know how it happened. Anyhoo, it did.

Michelle and I leave and hit our fave after bar place WH. During our breakfast, I get a text from this guy. Ok, a little fast but whatever, I didn't reply as it wasn't a question just a comment. Go to sleep and he had texted two more times. Oy. This is why I don't give my number out unless I really know someone. He texted throughout the day. I was hanging with my peeps Saturday and told him so and he was still asking me questions. Now, if someone tells me I'm hanging with someone, I get the message and stop communicating. I was having fun and catching up with friends, I didn't need this guy to continue to text me. So I stopped all together. The worse text was this "Thinking of you", YOU DON'T KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH for that line. I told my guys that I was with. and one said "Stage 4 clinger" yeah no shiz. I didn't reply to that and he continued to ask questions. Then he tells me he is out of work. No reply. Then he calls me, I didn't answer. Then he texts and asks if I'm still out watching the game. I should have just cancelled the date then, but I didn't bc my peeps are always telling me I don't give people a chance, ok well I did.

Sunday rolls around, I text him and tell him I received his voicemail and that I would see him at 6, our planned time to meet up. Dude comes in to this quiet restaurant and talks really loud. That's the only positive thing I can say about him. I never once had to ask him to repeat a question bc I couldn't hear him, in fact, I'm pretty sure the whole bar heard his convo. Ok, so he comes in and immediately goes in for a kiss. SAY WHAT? He gets the cheek and then he sits across from me and just stares and tells me how beautiful I am and how am I still single. Now, don't get all huffy and think I'm being a snot, but come on dude. You had told me numerous times via text, and once was enough in person. I'm not the girl who needs constant validation, I have a mirror, I know what I look like, I know what my friends tell me I look like, I got it. And what is one supposed to say if she doesn't feel the same you ask? "thank you, you are very kind" is what I said. So we do the general chit chat, and he grabs for my hands to hold them. Ummmm, yeah that's gonna be a no mister. My hands never left my lap afterwards. We leave and bonus, he doesn't want the date to end.. I check my watch thinking it was about my bedtime, but it had only been an hour since we got there. Sigh. I take him to the bookstore. As we walk over there he does the rub your back bs, I had had enough of his touchy feely shiz, and said, "I'm going to have to stop you right there, I'm not touchy feely." You think he got that not so  subtle hint? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....He still didn't get the message I wasn't feeling it when he walked me to my car and again went in for the kiss. Ugh. all I could think is I know I have not given off one iota of an interest towards you, what are you thinking?

Reason 2000 why I don't date. thanks for listening. Kiss Kiss Hug Hug