I figured since this is my first post of 2013, and I will be blogging more often, and I have a slight case of writers block, that a “reintroduction” of me would be fitting. You know, for all my new and amazing followers I hope to have in the next few months.

1. I pretty much base all my decisions on “gut feeling.” Forget logic, forget reality, I ALWAYS go with my gut feeling.

2. My husband only reads my blog post when I have had too much to drink, and we are bored. I like it that way.

3. I drink every single day. Sometimes one drink,sometimes three, but I do have a drink every single day.

4. When I talk to my cats my voice goes up at least three octaves, when I talk to my kids, it goes down.

5. I get jealous very easily, trying to work on that.

6. I NEED my routine, if my routine is broken I cannot function (see #3)

7. I believe in God, I believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sins, I believe in faith. Yet, I need to do better.

8. My husband is very private, so, I need to find a new way to tell my “funny husband stories” without you guys knowing I am talking about “Him”

9. I always lie about my age.

10. I am way too trusting.

11. In 30 years from now, I most likely will be one of those crazy cat ladies you see on Animal Planet.

12. “Goodfellas” best movie ever end of story.

13. I always wanted to be an actress, and then I got pregnant at 19.

14. I believe I am “a little bit” psychic, but not when it comes to my life, only others.

15. NY GIANTS, that’s my team, end of story.

16. I feel like I am a bad mother (on most days). I feel one day down the road some shrink will be able to buy his dream home because my kids will keep him in business.

17. I have a temper, sometimes it s very hard to keep it in check.

18. I want to say I am a recovered bulimic,but I do not like the word “recovered” it is a day to day, hour to hour struggle. Recovery does not sit well with me.

19. You will not meet a more stubborn person than me.

20. I want to do good things for people, randomly, anonymously.

21. I pretty much wear a scarf 365 days a year.

22. It is easier for me to fall into the negative than fight for the positive.

23. I used to be a cutter

24. If I have your trust, I am loyal to you to the end.

25. I do not have an easy life, but it’s good, I am blessed.

Happy New Year!!!

(okay, so I am two days late, but, whatever)

Time for another round of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. If your interested, go read her post and link up this Thursday.
For this week, I chose the prompt

5.) Share an embarrassing moment

A few weeks ago my family came out here, to Seattle, for our once a year reunion.

And…I just happen to have a picture to prove it……kind of.

near the Space Needle, my sister, brother and brothers boyfriend.

So I am sure all of you are wondering why I am not in the picture. Right?

I said RIGHT???

I wish I had an answer to that. All I remember is

1. No one asked me to be in the picture

and

2. I “may have” been forced to take a picture with my husband for my new Facebook profile pic.

Well, the other day, my brother posted the above picture on Facebook. He said something about what an epic pic it is blah blah blah.

With my quick witty humor I left a comment along the lines of “Oh, you should photo shop me in this pic, you know, me, the FORGOTTEN sister”

and because my brother knows I can be a tad bit dramatic at times, he shot back with “Well, take a picture of yourself jumping in the air and I will see what I can do”

I only needed to be told once.

I am home, by myself. Husband is at work, kids are safely at school, just me and my cats. I can totally take a picture of myself jumping in mid air, and send it to my brother in hopes that he would photo shop me in. Easy enough, right?

As I am surveying my living room (I cannot take the picture outside, people may actually see me) I realize that I need to clean. Because otherwise, the background of my jumping in the air picture will be of old Halloween decorations surrounded by laundry and cats.

I quickly made an executive decision. If I put a chair in front of the sliding glass door and jump off the chair, then it will kinda look like I am outside, and no one will see the mess.

I had a plan!!!

A little too excited, I moved my computer chair to the front of the sliding glass door, opened the curtain, checked it with the camera on my cell. Perfect background! I can so do this.

Slowly I step onto to the chair while my cats are wondering exactly what it is I am trying to accomplish.

I extend one arm as far as it can go, cell phone in hand. With my other arm I kinda sorta just throw it in the air as I jump of the computer chair and snap the pic.

Fail.

The picture was a big blurry mess.

Five takes later, I was not getting anywhere. All big blurry messes.

So I had another idea.

What if I just pretend to jump in the air. Not really jump, but pretend, so to the untrained eye, it looks as if I may be jumping. Kinda like this.

me, pretending to jump in the air

Yes, I know, do not even say it….another FAIL.

I HAD to get this shot. No questions asked, I just HAD to. The same way I HAVE to have my coffee in the morning.

One last time. Up on the chair, arm extended, the other arm is doing some kind of fake pose and here……..I ……….go………….Ouch!!!!

For some reason I did not land on my feet as I had previously done. Well, I did, but only for a second, and then, I fell.

Great.

I do believe at this point even my cats were laughing at me.

As I was trying to get up, I realized my ankle did not feel right. Actually, it kind of hurts. And….I cannot stand on my own. I need the chair to brace myself.

I end up sitting down in the chair, slowly and painfully I take off my adorable new knee high boots and realize my ankle is incredibly swollen.

This cannot be happening to me. I still have to pick the kids up from school, go grocery shopping. I can probably get out of cleaning, because I am a master at that, but still.

Slowly, I limp my way to the kitchen, grab some ice and figure out a plan B.

Guess what, there is no Plan B.

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I make it through the remainder of the day by sitting on the sofa, watching old episodes of The Real Housewives of New York and icing my ankle.

It did no good.

I pick up the kids from school. Of course I get the “Hahaha, Mommy can’t walk” bit.

Whatever.

Then comes the part that I am dreading.

I have to go pick up my husband from work. Now, I am thinking if I get there early enough, I can quickly switch from the drivers seat to the passengers seat without him noticing that I am now limping. Of course I will have to bribe the girls to keep their mouth shut, but food will take care of that.

Once again, FAIL.

The only time in history my husband is ever off early, was today. He is seriously out in the parking lot waiting for me.

There is just no getting out of this one.

As I open the drivers side door, I slowly (and painfully!) make my way out, and walk around to the passengers side while my husband gets in.

Joe~ What did you do? Why are you limping?

Me~ Well……I think I sprained my ankle.

Joe~ What? How did you do that, are you okay?

Me~ Oh yeah, I am fine, sore but fine.

Joe~ How did you sprain your ankle?

*insert laughter from the girls*

Me~ I just fell.

Joe~ Again?

(what does he mean “again?” It has been a good three months or so since I last sprained my ankle)

Me~ Yeah…again. (??)

Joe~ The cats?

Me~ Umm, no, not this time

Joe~ Are you going to tell me or not?

Me~ I was jumping and landed wrong, no big deal. I think it was my boots, if I had not had my boots on I would have been okay.

Joe~ What?

Me~ My boots, they are new and I am still breaking them in, and they are a little tight. If I was not wearing my boots I think it would have been fine.

Joe~ You were jumping?

Me~ Yes, jumping.

Joe~ Did you go to the gym?

Me~ What? The gym? When have I ever gone to the gym? The gym in my boots? See, you’re not listening to me again, my boots sprained my ankle!

Joe~ oh…yeah….the boots…..not your jumping or anything.

Me~ Exactly.

Joe~ And just because we have another 5 min to kill before we get home, can you explain to me where you were jumping from/

Me~ A chair.

Joe~ What chair?

Me~ The computer chair.

Joe~ You were jumping on a chair?

Me~ Nooooooo, I was jumping off of a chair, the computer chair.

Joe~ I see

Me~ It sounds worse than it really is.

Joe~ Yeah?

Me~ Yes, I was trying to get my brother to photo shop me into a pic, but I had to be in mid air jumping, so that’s what I was trying to do, off the computer chair because I did not want to go outside and have people see me. I did it a few times and no issues, except the pic was blurry and I had to re take it, but then the last time, something went wrong……my boots, and I fell, and now my ankle hurts, and I am not in a good mood so can we talk about something else? How was work?

Joe~ Do you need to go to a Dr?

Me~ No, I am fine, I just need to ice it, and someone needs to do the dishes.

Joe~ Okay….but I was thinking more along the lines of maybe a mental health Dr?

long pause.

me~ So how long were you just waiting to use that line?

and there you have it. my most recent embarrassing moment…..which ironically happened just three days ago.

Tomorrow is the first of November. It is hard to believe Halloween 2012 will be over in just a few short hours. My kids are on a sugar high, and most likely will be keeping Joe up all night because I am ready for bed and he is not. In this house, whoever goes to bed first gets to actually sleep, while the person who is still up gets to watch the kids. I love making my own rules as I go along.

In a few short weeks, families will be gathered around the table for Thanksgiving. Some will have family fly in to visit, others may be the ones making the once a year trip to visit their family. Sadly some may be alone on Thanksgiving, no place to go, and then others are happy to be alone on Thanksgiving, just staying put, no pressure to cook a big fancy meal, entertain the family drunks, and their equally annoying kids.

And then, then there is me. I have no idea what we are doing for Thanksgiving. Here is the thing, both my husband and son work retail jobs…..which means they never have the holidays off. EVER! In fact, the icing on the cake is they are both working 11-8 on Thanksgiving. They go in too early to have a nice sit down dinner, and they get off too late to have a nice sit down dinner. But…..I do not care. I refuse to be a slave to the calendar. I will have my own Thanksgiving when I am good and ready to have it, and I will not be cooking the traditional Thanksgiving food, I will have homemade chicken tenders, garlic mashed potatoes, corn, salad, a little bit of pasta, and whatever I want for desert. Go me!

I will spend the actual day of Thanksgiving putting my Christmas decorations up and well, being Thankful. Which kind of brings me to the point of this post (yes, there was an actual point I was trying to make) The month of November, for me anyway, is a time to reflect, appreciate what you have, be thankful for where you are in life. Look at Hurricane Sandy. Some of these victims may not even be able to have a Thanksgiving this year. It’s sad, I want to do something to help, yet I am really not in a position to do so. I mean I can pray for them. Some may say that is the best thing I can do for them , so I will pray, every day. I will pray that their life, although may never be the same again, hopefully it will one day be better. If that makes any sense. And, I am not talking about big fancy houses, winning the lottery, I am just talking about being at peace.

Geez I cannot stop rambling! Anyhow, because of these thoughts that are going on inside my head, these thoughts that my therapist would have a field day with, I have decided that tonight is my new New Years Eve. It’s time for me to change the way I think, act, feel about certain things. It’s time for me to get focused on what really matters. It’s time for me to regroup. So dear faithful readers (all two of you) hang in there with me. You may notice a change in my future post. I mean I will still be my witty charming self, just with a little more….truth.

Happy New year!!

Cheers.

This piece came together both by my sister and myself. I knew I wanted to write about The Accident. I knew I wanted to get it right. I wanted the reader to feel exactly what it was my sister and her family were feeling. My sister and I spent many night emailing back and forth. I came up with a rough draft. Many more nights were spent with her going through the emotions of reliving The Accident. She told me the facts, and I was able to put it all together. I hope this impacts you all.

November 22,2000

The unthinkable happened. I know it sounds cliche. Something you may read as the first line in a Steven King novel, but no, my life was forever changed. There have been many of nights where I wish I could go back in time and change that night. So many nights I have cried myself to sleep. So many nights where I just wanted to close my eyes and never wake up. The guilt was too much. I blamed myself. I have spent the last twelve years blaming myself, although it is true that times helps, it never make you whole again.

My husband Dan and I decided to spend Thanksgiving with my parents in Oklahoma. We were currently living in Denver, Co and figured we could pull off the twelve hour drive. Early in the morning of November 22, 2000 we packed up our car with our six year old daughter, Alyssa, and everything else that comes along with a road trip.

Alyssa was in her own little world in the backseat, coloring in one of her many coloring books and I thought to myself how lucky I am. Dan and I were teenage parents. I had just barely turned 16 when I found out I was pregnant. To say that our family was disappointed would be a huge understatement. There was talk of of adoption, but Dan and I knew we could do it. It may not be an easy life, a life that we would never chose for our own kids,yet we knew we could do it.

It took some time, Dan working odd jobs, factory jobs, whatever it took for him to support his new family. I was able to pursue my GED and later go on to dental assisting school. Times were hard but certainly rewarding. We had a beautiful daughter, Alyssa Faith.

Dan had always insisted on the name Faith being in there and well, me being a child of the 80’s I was obsessed with Alyssa Milano and that’s how we chose the name for our beautiful daughter, Alyssa Faith. A beautiful little girl with chestnut colored hair and skin like Snow White. She was our angel and there would be nothing we would not do for her if it was within our power.

Again, such a great visit. Just too damn short. Family…..we need to fix this. A couple of highlights…..

1. My 7 yr old had her first little crush….it was on Matt. He was a pure gentleman. My husband did not enjoy seeing her head over heels infatuated with another boy, but like I told him “Really, what’s safer than a gay guy?!”

2. My sister introduced me to my first white russian….the drink, not a person.

3. When my parents met Matt for the first time, my dad thought it would be appropriate to go up to him and give him a huge bear hug…..that may have also involved a slobbering kiss. Don’t ask.

4. Mom, as always, cooked amazing food, and I have the proof, up 10 pounds on my scale.

5. Once dad found his comfy spot on my sofa, he was oblivious to everything. Which is how we like it, Wuhahahaha!!!

Thank you family…..

Lisa~ Thank you and your husband for allowing the time and money to fly out here with my sister. Thank you for the wonderful gifts, the kind heart, and feisty spirit.

Matt~ Thank you for being patient with my kids (and brother). You really hit it off with all of us, and I do believe Gracie was the most sad seeing you leave.

Anthony~ Thank you for the special bond you have with Vinnie. Sometimes Vinnie feels a little lost in the crowd, you really made him feel good.

Carolyn~ Thank you for being there. Thank you for understanding me without me having to say a word.

The Parents~ Thank you for everything, thank you for all you do for us, for making this trip happen, for talking to me through my mini breakdown (or is it break-through?) Thank you for always being there.

I will leave on this note, thanks to Dr Seuss and my dad…

“Do not cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”

Cheers!!

It’s Thursday, which means another round of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop

The prompt I chose…

Tell a story (based on truth or fiction) where someone is playing with fire–literally or metaphorically–and probably shouldn’t be.


When I was my late 20’s I was nowhere near where I thought I should be, A single mom of two little boys living with two awesome roommates. I had just gotten out of a very abusive relationship, and even though that was not only the best thing for me, but also the best things for my kids, I felt lost. I was lonely. I felt broken.

My roommate, my very gay roommate, Alphonso introduced me to the show Sex and the City. You guys remember that show, right? He made me watch it as a form of therapy. I saw Carrie and Big break up,I saw Carrie and Aidan breakup and makeup up and then breakup again, Miranda and her tough as nails I am an independent woman personality, Charlotte waiting for her Prince Charming, Samantha and her love of sex from the opposite sex (except that one time with the female artist.) It was a very therapeutic show.

When I first started watching, it was clear I was Charlotte, I had faith that dreams do come true and my Prince Charming was out there. I just hit a bump in the road. Then, the longer I watched, something shifted in me. I no longer wanted to be Charlotte, I wanted to be Samantha. I wanted to be sexy, confident, I wanted to know what it was like to walk into a bar and command the attention of the other male patrons, and, I will admit, I wanted to know what it was like to have a one night stand. And so, I decided right then and there that from this point on I was going to be Samantha. Good-bye Charlotte, hello Samantha!

I had informed my roommates of my new change. And, even though they may have secretly laughed at me behind my back, they were nothing but supportive. So we planned a night out, a night where I could finally embrace my Samantha.

There was a sitter lined up for the kids, while Alphonso, Christin and I headed out into the night, to find my new Samantha. I made sure to dress sexy, like Samantha. Not cute, not reserved, like I usually did, but sexy…..and when I say sexy all I mean is I did not have on one of my usual cover-up jackets on.

I am such a rebel.

We are at the bar, sitting back, having some drinks while listening to the cover band. Not bad, and here was my moment. I was going to go scope the place out, all by myself, no wing man, just me. I was confident, I was Samantha!

Slowly (and hopefully seductively, but probably not) I made my way, from the bar, to the dance floor, to the pool tables, just taking it in, taking all the men in, trying to find my prize. I was determined to make Samantha proud.

Ah-Ha! I saw a tall dark stranger, standing near the darts. I think he was checking me out, but my one too many long island ice teas may have fooled me. I made my way over to him, all by myself (which is something Charlotte would never do)and, thankfully,he initiates conversation, because between you and I, I have no idea what my opening line would have been. Most likely something corny like “Hi, what’s your sign” no joke.

So the tall dark stranger tells me how good I look in my jeans. Okay not the best compliment, but, still a compliment. He then orders me another drink, as if I need another. We sit down to the table, and he actually pulls the chair out for me. I thought that was cute, and so would Charlotte……but what about Samantha? Samantha would pull her own chair out, or, just sit on his lap. Tall Dark Stranger and I make small talk while sipping our drinks.

Then before I know it,he reaches over and kisses me. Not a peck on the cheek, but a full on tongue down my throat and all kiss. Charlotte would have been grossed out, Samantha would have loved it. Then, things got weird. It went from him kissing, to him touching areas that should not be touched unless I was married, or had a ring, none of which had happened. I mean I did not even remember his name.

In pure Charlotte form, I excuse myself and go to the restroom. I needed to regroup. I splash some water on my face, taking extra special care not to ruin my perfectly applied makeup, and next thing I know, Tall Dark Stranger is there, literally there, right behind me in the ladies restroom.

This was not good.

Thankfully, my parents did not raise no fool, and I was taught early on what to do in situations like that, and I did. My adrenaline was going. Screw Charlotte, screw Samantha, this is me, my life, my morals, my character and I fought the bastard off. One of the bouncers heard my screams, came into the ladies room and threw the Tall Dark Stranger Out.

I felt sick to my stomach. I came so close to being raped. All because I wanted to be like some stupid character on some stupid show.

This was a moment for me. I decided right then and there, I cannot be anyone else other than me.

I was playing with fire and by the grace of God, I did not get burn.

It’s Thursday, which means time for another round of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
For this weeks prompt, I chose…

What is a decision that has irrevocably changed your life?

Irrevocably~not possible to revoke : unalterable

I had a problem. A huge problem. Not a problem that would fall under the lines of “my favorite lipstick has just been discontinued” or “My husband plays the x-box too much” I had a real problem, some may call it an addiction (and no, I am not talking about my vodka here.)

This is something that I probably need to talk more about, but not yet (other than this brief post) in due time it will all come out (So dad if you are reading this, no phone calls please!)

My problem, my addiction, almost ruined me, almost ruined us, my kids, my husband, everything that I had. I was spending all my extra money on my addiction, and it was bad. I knew I needed help,I just was not sure how to get the help. This was my secret, and I could not admit to it out loud, because if I did, then it made it real, and people would worry about me. I do not want anyone to worry about me. If I said it out loud, people would try to fix me, and I did not need that, I needed to fix myself.

And then, I hit my rock bottom,no one knew, I kept it a secret, but I was there. I was now the person you see on Dr Phil, or Celebrity Rehab (except I am not a celebrity) I hit my rock bottom.

And that is all it took. I say “all” as if it were just any other day, but no, it was not. My rock bottom was not pretty, but it was what I needed. I was reminded of a quote:

 Let God turn your mess into your message.

I know I have a message to share, I know it has to be on Gods timing, and I also know I had to hit my rock bottom to get there, and when I asked for help, and guidance, and strength from God, he gave it to me. Was it a walk in the park? Ummmmm, hell no!!! But I am still here.

Don’t let guilt over past mistakes steal your future. Ask for forgiveness, receive it and move on.

A decision that has irrevocably changed my life?

Asking for help.

DISCALIMER~ Dad, if you are reading this (which I know you are, you are the only family member who reads my blog! This may be one you might want to skip over…..just sayin!

Anyway,

Lately I have been feeling pretty good about myself. Since the kids have been back in school, I have developed a new routine, and it feels good. During the summer my days were filled with, well, kids. Now that school has started back, my days are filled with catching up on things I have neglected for the last, oh….umm….. 5 plus years, and I love it!

So, the other night, kids were asleep nice and early, my husband and I had a few drinks, watched “The Voice” and just relaxed, and then it was time for bed.

As I said before, I have been feeling pretty good about myself, so I thought I would try something new, and by “new” I mean new to me but something I am sure every other married couple who is not living under a rock has done.

I decided to initiate sex……well kind of anyway. In my own head I was initiating sex, so that is all that counts.

As my husband was in the restroom, taking his shower, brushing his teeth and whatever other nightly ritual he does, I was in our bedroom planning my “attack” so to speak.

I put on a simple yet sexy black slip type of thing, I laid down in bed, positioning myself just right. Showing a little but leaving some to the imagination. I scattered my freshly washed hair all along my pillow to create the illusion that I have a gorgeous mane of hair.

The plan was, for me to pretend I was asleep, my husband comes in and is so taken back by my sexiness that he just…well…… you know.

And before anyone chimes in on why it is I have to pretend I was asleep instead of just initiating sex, to that I say, I have no idea. I am just not good at starting things and this was my own little way of starting things…..if you know what I mean, which you probably don’t.

So I am laying in bed, thinking that I just pulled off a Megan Fox kind of look and my husband comes in, he takes of his shirt and comes to bed, to which I pretend to be suddenly awaken, this will be the point where he says “Wow, you look really hot right now.”

Well…..that is not quite exactly how things unfolded.

He does come to bed, and I do pretend to be suddenly awaken, but instead of him telling me I look really good, he tells me “What’s wrong, are you huffing and puffing again?”

So obviously I am now the one taken back by his statement, all these thoughts quickly run through my head while I am trying to think of the perfect response,yet still trying to look sexy,

and wait a minute…did he just say “again?” Like “are you huffing and puffing AGAIN?”

Again???? What the hell is that suppose to mean????

I still pretend he woke me out of a deep slumber. “Huh? What’s going on?”

Oh yeah, Meryl Streep watch out, I have got this academy award in the bag!

“Why are you huffing and puffing, what did I do now?”

Are you freaking kidding me?!?!?!

And…the window closed (among other things)

I got up out of bed, in my simple yet sexy black slip and I grabbed my granny robe, while making sure to huff and puff!!!!

I went to the kitchen, took a shot of vodka and made sure to exaggerate my huffs and puffs!

My poor husband had no idea what he did wrong, and, apparently, he has no idea I was trying to be seductive…and yes, believe it or not, this was me being seductive.

and, he was wrong.

Mama Kats Writers Workshop Prompt

The prompt I chose is…

Describe a moment where you or your child lost a part of childhood (realizing Santa isn’t real, etc.)

Sofia (my 5 yr old daughter) and I were driving along, having a good time running our errands. It was the last day I had left with her before she started kindergarten (which is a whole other blog post!)

We are listening to the radio and singing together to all the hip, top 40 songs. Demi Lovato, Justin Bieber, One Direction, you get the point.

Then there was a new song. A cute catchy song with a great dance beat and some whistling.

“Whistle Baby, Whistle Baby something something something”

and then there was actual whistling.

CUTE!!!

This was now our favorite song. In Macys, while looking at wallets, Sofia bellows out “Whistle baby, whistle baby”

In the grocery store, deciding on if I want pasta or steak for dinner, again “Whistle baby, whistle baby”

How cute!!! She sure does love her music.

At the dinner table that night…

“Dad, I have a new song, it is Whistle baby”

My husband looks at me, and I just give him “The Look” like, “I don’t know, but it’s cute.”

Bath time, again, Whistle baby. Bed time, Whistle Baby, Whistle Baby.

The following day, Sofia is still singing Whistle Baby….so I decided “Come on Sofia, lets look up the video.”

Holy Mother Mary of God!!!!!!!

So, to make a long story short, for the past 24 hours I allowed my 5 year old daughter to sing a song about blow jobs!!!!!!!!!

Someone needs to revoke my card now, because I suck (no pun intended!)

Sofia and I are watching the video online. I could not believe what I was seeing, what my 5 yr old daughter saw, and yes, I believe in those few minutes, my innocent little girl saw things she should have never seen this young….if ever!

It was only after seeing the video I realized Flo Rida sung it (which would have been my first clue had I known!)

Why? Why did I think this song was actually about whistling?

If anyone wants to contribute to Sofia’s therapy, let me know now…..it looks like she may need it……thanks to her mother!!!!

It’s time for another writing prompt from…..

The prompt I chose is….Share your writing process. How long does it take an idea in your head to get published on your blog?

I decided on this particular writing prompt because I am very curious to the writing process some of you may have. However if you did not pick the same prompt as I did, then I am screwed. Unless you want to tell me how in my comments.

Anyway….so, I have no process!! Exciting huh? I wish I did, I wish I was able to schedule time to sit down and blog, but that never happens.

What usually ends up happening is I will be in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and either my husband or kids says or does something dumb and I make a mental note “Oh, I have to Blog about that”. Or, if it is something exceptionally dumb, I even give them fair warning,
“You do know this is going in my blog don’t you?”

“Which blog, the blog no one reads, yeah okay Mom, go for it”

and then I ground him (It’s always my 11 yr old).

However,This post is a post from last week. It was another writing prompt (Write On Edge) and what I loved, loved, loved about that particular post is…..drum roll please…..it was a dream!!!! I had a dream a few nights before, it just really stuck with me, so I am just going to go with it and see where it takes me. Check it out if your interested! If only all my blog post could be that interesting.

Well, that about sums it up. No writing process, unless I have an awesome dream, and always lots of vodka!