Flampo

Today is the day that celebrates the birth of my mother, 28 years ago (again). She's already having a horrible day. Seems as though there was an electrical outlet problem already, which affected (or effected, I never know the difference) the internet connection. It always pisses her off when the internet connection gets jacked up because I think she may like chatting online with me. Weird right? And she's having typing difficulties today due to a band aid on her finger (I didn't even ask). Poor lady sent me a sad face with a tear and she's only been awake for a couple hours on her birthday. Well, I have a surprise in store for her.


I'm sending my dear cousin to get her some flowers and deliver them for me. It should look like this. Actually, I hope it looks nothing like that. That may be one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. Leave it up to the internet and Google. Due to the time difference, I probably won't get to be awake when Sammy picks out and delivers the flowers, but I'm sure it will all be amazing. I just hope that she doesn't cry. Well, I guess since I don't have to be there, Sammy will have to deal with it. I don't deal well with people crying.

^Me      &      Mom^

For those of you who DON'T know my mom, you're pretty much missing out. She's pretty much awesome. She and I, of course, didn't always get along, because who can really be friends with their teenage rebel daughter? I was pretty close to driving her crazy I'm sure. She is most definitely one of my best friends. We have arguments and all that once in awhile, of course, but we are both pretty laid back and we thoroughly enjoy each other's company. I'm not a big secret keeper, but my mom knows probably 98% of my business. She's pretty accepting like that.

Nick, Tonka, & Jealous Tate :)

And besides the fact that, while I'm here, she's at home, holdin down the fort. Taking care of Nick, who we all know can be a handful. She's also taking care of Tate and Tonka (the dogs), Ray and Haley (the cats), and Buster, Brutus, Shiniqua, Shasta, Barbie, Flampo, and Picachu (the fish). Ok, The fish don't have names, but if they did, I'm pretty sure those would be their names. Plus, I think there are more than that anyway. I'll have to name them all when I get back. Remind me. ANYWAY, yeah, Mom's at home, takin care of all the important stuff, while I sit here on vacation at my beach resort. Minus the beach. And minus the resort.

So, as I was writing a long awaited reply letter to Colie, I came to the conclusion that I REALLY wish I had a quarter for every time I heard someone say any rendition of the phrase "Learn something new everyday". I would be effing RICH. That being said, I'm off to bed. I have another eventful day tomorrow, and I have a lot of catching up to do on my beauty sleep. rawr.

Existence

Let's get this shakin....today, in Iraq was the "Day of Rage". You can read about it here, here, or here. Not to say those are the best of sources, take it as you will. It's all about the people wanting what they don't have, (isn't it always?!) which if I recall correctly, is jobs. In essence of course. I try not to get all caught up about politics, because (well, mainly) I don't find it all that interesting most of the time. I also try not to get too informed because if I start to form my own opinion on certain matters, it makes things...different. Plus, as I see it, there is no real way of finding out a lot of information. I will say, with most certainty, that all media is bias, so that makes it hard to come to my own conclusion. Either way, Day of Rage had everybody on high alert today. Still are. It's all very dramatic around here all the time. Keeping complacency from taking over, I suppose. Eh.

There have been two times in my life where I noticed that the good friends and the crappy friends separate themselves. The first one was moving from the party scene to the baby scene. Once I got preggo and I couldn't go out partying and all that, I noticed a lot of "friends" that ceased to exist. Or ceased to recognize my existence, however that works...Don't get me wrong, that was a blessing in disguise. Who wants their kid to be around a bunch of sketchy, flaky people anyway. This is the second time, my deployment. I don't expect everybody to send packages, or whatever. I know that people have busy schedules, but with this technology, it's even easy to FAKE being a good friend. Some people are too ignorant for that. I realize that people have things going on, but when I've been away from home for 6 months, out of Idaho for 5 months, and out of the COUNTRY for 3 months and there are people asking me what I'm doing next weekend...wtf. Seriously? I guess it's nice of them to ask, but way to pay attention people. Whatever, that was my rant about that.

Let's talk about my son when I Skype or call. Apparently, there was some conversation between my mother and him at some point that he is now under the assumption that he has to come up with a certain number (which varies each day) of things to talk to me about when I call. It's usually four things. The other day he gets on the phone and this is how our conversation goes: Nick; "Hey Mama!" Me:"Hey, Handsome man, how are you?" Nick: a little giggle "I'm doing good. I have to tell you four things and then you can talk to Grandma, ok?" Me; "Ok, let's here it." Nick: "Well, the first thing is that I always miss you." Me: "Well, I always miss you too. I miss you so much it makes me want to scream" Nick: giggling "OH MAMA...you don't have to scream, that's silly. Ok, the second thing is that I love you the most." Me: "OH, no no NO, I love YOU the most"  Nick: "Ok, and the third thing is that I love to talk to you on the computer" Me: "I love seeing your cute little face on the computer too." Nick: "and the fourth thing is that you have beautiful hair" I don't know where he gets this stuff, but I love it.

I am far from perfect, this I know. I have made some stupid and some horrible decisions in my life, and I'm sure there are more to come, and I have some horrible crappy days where it feels like there isn't anything else that could go worse....but it doesn't matter.  Whatever happens, all I ever need to make me smile is that little guy. He's pretty much my favorite person in the whole entire world. He is the most accepting, loving, funny, adorable, awesome kid in the whole world. If there wasn't anything that I ever did right besides bring that boy into the world, then I will be fine with that. There are millions of people that he will meet in his lifetime, and they should be so lucky.

iNsOmNiA

Tick, tock, tick, tock...tick FREAKIN TOCK....Ok ok ok...They have me temporarily moved to the day shift, so, after sleeping for a few hours already today, I attempted to go to sleep at a semi-decent time in order to wake up early. Didn't work. I started thinking about  Spartacus and his delicious bod.

Then, I started thinking about things like world peace and how to abolish slavery...only to remember that world peace will never happen, and slavery has already been abolished (well, technically, it will never end, but you know what I mean). Then I started listening to Noah's music. (For those who don't know, Noah is my son's father who passed away Sept 09). Thanks to James Portis and Legit Slangs I can still hear Noah's voice, and see his passion live on long past him. Someday my son will appreciate Noah's music, but I'll wait til he can appreciate hoes and drugs. :) Poor taste in a joke, I know. That's how I roll.

I ordered a fairly inexpensive guitar from good ol Amazon.com and it will take forever to get here, but I'm excited. I have attempted to learn the guitar before, but I didn't spend much time working on it. I hope with my spare time and my newly found love of doing something with my time, I may make some progress. I just hope I don't get frustrated before I get the hang of it. I tend to do that. Don't we all. 

My friends Blake and Amanda had their daughter finally. Little Shelby is just a doll...

We've all been waiting a very long time for this little Princess to be born. She's such a little chunk. I love her already. I hope she doesn't put up a fight when I finally meet her, cuz I'm gonna hold her and swing her around in circles til she loves me. 

They (whoever "They" is) always say that you never know what you have until it's gone. It's not like I'm GONE GONE, but I'm not back at home with all my family and friends, and just being this far away, even with the internet, Skype, phone calls, packages, and letters, I still miss them all like crazy. Who would have thought that I really even liked them all that much. Weird. :)

Anyway, now that I've bored you all a little more for the week, my mission is complete and hopefully I will immediately fall asleep as soon as I close my laptop lid. It's very doubtful, but we can hope. You better hope, too, otherwise I'll be awake, posting things on my Facebook wall and posting 11-12 more posts on here before the sun rears it's ugly head.   OHHHH YEAH...guess what. I smelt Idaho today...well, I walked outside about 30 minutes ago, and it smelt like it does in Idaho right before it rains. That good, fresh smell. I was hoping it would just stay like that, because now you all know what it smells like once it actually starts raining here. (Like shit for those of you who didn't read that before.)

Ok, I'm going to bed for real this time. For real right after I play Bejeweled "once". And maybe check my email. Ok, I won't check my email. Have a good one. Jones out.

Blogalotacus

Ahhh, yes. Another day, another wonderful experience. Or not. I haven't done much of anything today. Well, I managed to sleep for 11 hours. Night shift to day shift, to night shift....gotta love it. But really, whatever. Let's talk about the fact that I have a follower. It's my cousin, and she's almost obligated to be my follower, but I still feel like I should send her a gift basket or something. Seems like a big deal, especially since I've had like 70 views, only two comments and one follower. Doesn't seem like I'm getting the reaction that I should be. Whatever. I suppose my one follower and I will just have to have fun with it. When and what kind of gift basket did you want Sammy?

The weather today is amazing, and apparently that's why I'm inside my CHU, typing on my computer. It's about 65 degrees out would be my guess. Google weather says 64. Either way, it's awesome. It rained yesterday. Let me TELL you about the rain here. When it rains, it pours, seriously. Like a damn monsoon. The ground here is so full of crap that nothing soaks in either, it all just puddles up, and combines with this weird dirt to make the weirdest mud ever. I usually love the rain, but not here. That fresh, delicious smell of rain in Idaho...not even close here. It smells like shit. LITERALLY, like shit.

Then let's talk about rain on glasses. If you wear glasses, you know what I'm talking about. Constantly trying to wipe the raindrops from your lenses, only to have them covered two seconds later again...like finding a dry piece of clothing to dry them off on is an easy task anyway. You win some, and lost most of them, I guess.

I really have nothing else to talk about now though, I've discussed every thought I've had today, just now, in 3 paragraphs. That's sad. Well, that's that.

OH EM GEE

 Don't judge me for posting again so soon. I've already become obsessive.

I just want to clarify some things that I may not have covered in the first post. You remember YOUR first time...it was so sloppy, unorganized and it wasn't as much fun as you had anticipated. After all, we had no idea what we were really getting ourselves in to...right? Right.

I want to give you the low down on me...moi...thou...yours truly....
First of all I HATE HATE HATE flies...and there is one flying around me....taunting me...pissing me OFF! "Why don't you get up and kill the SOB" you ask? I TRIED THAT. You know how flies are...as soon as you go looking for them, they become invested in this game that they have mastered, known as hide and seek.  Makes me want to catch him, pull his little wings off and burn him alive....but I won't do that, because I don't want to touch it, at all. I want to spend even less time looking at it. Ok, so now that we got that out into the open...moving on...

I am under the assumption that people other than my friends & family can read this, which is fine...kudos to them if they have the patience to try and figure me out. I'll make it a little easier anyway. I am awesome. That's all you really even need to know. Ok, that's not necessarily true...all the time.
Really though....long story short, I have the BEST support system of family and friends that I could ever ask for. I have a son who is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me (or anybody that knows him for that matter). That's the most of it really. Everything else that needs to be known, will eventually come out.

I also wanted to talk about my diarrhea of the hands. It's like diarrhea of the mouth, but for typing. I have realized on numerous occasions, I have typed things (whether funny, mean, stupid, annoying, or what have you) that I do not recall typing in the first place. Which brings me into my next couple topics: punctuation, grammar, spelling, and capitalization. Punctuation: I try, for the most part, to use it correctly, but sometimes I just don't care. (Or I don't know any better.).I use lots of dot dot dots (...) and I may overuse the comma at times. Sometimes, I use it randomly, whether, it; fits! or? not. Grammar: It's pretty much the same as punctuation...I try, but...whatev. Spelling: I use the crap out of Merriam-Webster, but sometimes, I don't care enough, plus Google Chrome has a spell-check feature to yell at me when I'm wrong. Capitalization: I am trying to grow up and work it into my typing, but it doesn't always make it. Just so you know.

My diarrhea of the hands is also connected to my diarrhea of the brain, mouth, and the gutter my mind sits in most days. I combine words. It's ridiculously frequent how often I do it. I've done it in my head about 40 times already through this post. (We ARE still talking about combining words, not doing IT it. Now who's the perv...) I cuss. I actually cuss a lot. I say them all too. I can be tactful about it sometimes...but other times....other times they come in mass quantities. I will only apologize this once. Due to the fact that if you're reading this, you are an adult and can read cuss words without it seeping into your soul and causing anguish, or you are a child, and you've heard them before, or your parents aren't screening your internet usage like they should. SHIT. There, just felt like I needed to prove a point. Last, but not least...poop. I talk about it a lot, not like actually pooping or anything, but just poop in general. It makes me laugh. It was accidentally one of the first words my son learned how to spell.

Well.....yep.....hopefully, I can withhold from starting another post for at least 24 hours. We'll see. Good day. Poop ass.

Have Mercy On My Soul

Can you believe it? It's really happening...It is the beginning of a beautiful new Blog. Ok, maybe not beautiful but a new blog nonetheless. I just popped my own Blog cherry. Gross. Speaking of....ok, just kidding. I would like to say that I think it's funny that I put an adult warning on this blog. I felt it was necessary if I felt like cussing, which, surprisingly, I don't feel like doing that now. hmm...I must have a fever.


I will have to write much more frequently than I was before. I also think I should think of more entertaining things to talk about. But I guess blah blah blahing is what I'm pretty good at. Either way, I am pretty stoked about this finally working. I hope it's not a total let down, considering I've been trying to get this whole nonsense up and running for about a month now. I'm sure my epic internet has a large part to do in it, so I will not hold a grudge. Now if only I had something interesting to talk about. And if I only knew what kind of things I could do with this...when I think of something interesting to talk about, I'll include some sort of picture to go along with it. 


I've read other people's blogs (Launa's and Mitch's) so I get it...buuuuuut, I just need to find my own blogging style...or whatever that means. I've read some amazing blogs. I don't care how stupid that just sounded...uh...read.....whatever. I just don't want to be a blogger that blogs into the blogtoilet. That doesn't make sense, but you know what I'm getting at. And as we all know, this beautiful resort I have been spending my days lately.....minimally entertaining. I'll just try and make the best of it I suppose.


I didn't take much time thinking this color theme through, so it may or may not change....With that, I am going to get some shut-eye and I'll probably be back before you know it. Toodles.