COMMENCE THE UGLY CRYING

So my sweet Shelby calls me in the living room tonight and tells me she wants me to hear a song.

She crosses the room, pulls out a couple tissues from the tissue box, comes back to the couch and hands me one and keeps one for herself.

Me: What are you doing?

Belle: You're gonna need it.

Me: Why?

Belle: Because the song is sad.

Me: Then why are we listening to it?

Belle: Because it reminds me of you and how I never want to be without you.

Me: Okay...let's do this.


We listen to the song and she starts crying. And I'm not just talking a little sniffling. I'm talking an ugly cry. Which makes me cry. And as I read the lyrics, it tears at my heart.

"Your my momma. You'll always be my momma. No one else. Sometimes I want to be a teenager and other times, like now, I just want to sit in your lap because I know I'm safe with you."

Ugh...that took a couple years off me right there.

BRING. IT. ON.

I'm ready to go on vacation. I haven't been on a vacation in YEARS people.

The kids and I are headed to New Braunfels soon and I can't wait. It's my old stompin' ground. Well, technically San Marcos is, but that's 10-15 minutes away...depending on how fast you drive. I often refer to it as home as it's the place I most feel 'at home'.

I've been working my butt off making cold calls to companies who have never heard of my company before. I can't actually get to the people I need to talk to generally, but have finally hooked up with a guy whose company we've formed an alliance partnership with so now I'm at least getting in front of the decision makers.

I've been trying to keep two kids entertained during the summer...challenging even for parents who don't work. But for one who is working full-time, doesn't have deep pockets to send them to summer camps, workshops, etc...it makes it even more challenging. We're making it work though and thankfully, it's a rare occasion I've heard the words "I'm bored".

I'm taking care of quite-possibly one of the sweetest dogs in the world and trying to help her heal from heart worms and now we are going to have to do a second round of treatment on this sweet soul. She deserves better. (People...*always* give your dogs heart worm prevention! It's one little chewable pill they think is a 'treat' each month!).

Add in some "personal" issues and yeah...I need to get away.

This time next week, I'll be with GREAT friends, watching my kids play with their friends, enjoying a little Gruene Hall, Gristmill and of course...the Guadalupe River.

It's nothing fancy. But it will definitely do.

WHERE THE *$%^ IS SHANGRI-LA ANYWAY?

I've had a little trouble sitting down to write lately and not because I haven't had something to say.

Oh contraire.

I just haven't been able to organize my thoughts and I've been on a roll making sales calls for work. So, as usual, bullet points prevail and a pedicure tonight with my Chosen will provide some much-needed venting.

• First and foremost, the IRS is the most unorganized association in the world as far as I'm concerned. I've done nothing but RIGHT by them and I keep getting harassed due to someone else not paying. It's not fair and I'm sick of it.
• Having a foster dog by the name of Rosie presents a calming effect in this house.
• I miss hanging out with my friends. I don't fit in a particular demographic group right now and it sucks. As I expected, my married friends hang out with their married friends. I'm not wanting to go to bars and enter the 'meat-market'. I know this is a transition phase, but it's strange.
• I've been disappointed by a certain someone for the last time and while I never wanted to feel this way, I've completely given up hope this person will ever 'reform'. This goes against every grain of my being but it's necessary.
• Summer is my favorite, favorite, favorite time of year.
• It bums me out I once again can't afford to take my kids on a vacation this year. Thankful for a short weekend trip coming up in July though.
• I'm going to say something I shouldn't say out loud: I need a vacation without my kids. That doesn't mean I don't absolutely love and cherish every second with them. But it can be tough when you don't have any help. Again...don't read that the wrong way. Everyone needs 'adult' time to regroup and be the best person they can be.
• I'm ready to move out of this apartment. Enough said.
• I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
• I need to start buying a lottery ticket again. Even just once a month. See? I still have hope for some things!

Now...bring on the pedicure.

DISCLAIMER ON THE WAY

The good thing about this blog is I get to vent.

The bad thing is it's not NEAR as good as venting to someone. Why?

Because HERE I can't name-names. Even if I substituted a name, I mean c'mon. The person would know. And not like they are necessarily reading this every day, but I'm not stupid. And neither are they. If it's interesting enough for me to write about...it's not going to be hard to decipher the person(s).

I've already gotten questioned by friends with late night texts saying, "Were you talking about ME in that post you wrote today?" My answer is always, "If I was writing about you, I would have said your name." What have I got to hide?

And I'm getting more and more...I don't know...'brave' as far as talking about some things. My new mantra is: If you did it, claim it. If you're embarrassed to claim it, you shouldn't have done it! Okay, one of my new mantras. Seems I have many. You know, I like to diversify. Cover everything.

In fact, in my job whenever I design an ad, flyer, marketing brochure...anything...at the bottom, I write a disclaimer. Just to cover anything I may not have covered or something someone trying to find a loophole actually finds. I think it's time this blog had a disclaimer.

I'm working on it, but something along the lines of:

Any defamation of character in this blog is completely accidental. Unless it's true, in which case you heard it here first and you had it coming. Names used are fictional but rhyme with the person's real name. Writings are based on real events. You know who you are and you know what you did so let this be a lesson. The writings contained herein express the opinions of the author and how you may or may not have affected her life. Warning: Mess with her kids and it's Game On. I'm talking name in all caps and boldface type. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy the read.


It may be a work in progress. Or I may just use that. The first thing that came to my head.

So to my new readers...welcome. Make yourself comfortable. Feel free to comment, ask questions, whatever. You never know, YOU could be the subject of my next post. Oh settle down...I've probably already written about you in code anyway. :)

Love, love!


Next post...yeah. I think we're going to have to discuss the Fifty Shades trilogy because OH. MY. WORD.