HAPPY EASTER!

MAY YOUR DAY BE ABUNDANTLY BLESSED!

HE IS RISEN!

HE IS RISEN INDEED!!!

MOODY and BORED

It’s Saturday, the day before Easter and I’m just pissy!  I’ve been in a bad mood since about 10:30 last night…I woke up in a bad mood…and I’m still in one and I’m bored – absolutely, completely bored out of my mind!  Joey is downstairs playing Legos…Lucas and Max have done nothing but sit and watch episode after episode of The Walking Dead…and argue…..

Maybe I should just go back to bed —- grrrr.

Going Back to the Beginning…

So, you want to know why I chose the title of my blog?  You want to know everything?   Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog… When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out… But the worst thing I ever done – I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa – and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

Oh wait – that was Chunk from “The Goonies”.  But I was always the fat sister, the fat daughter, the fat friend….poor Chunk, I feel his pain.

Alright, I have all these sisters who are older and “wiser” and because I’m the youngest they always claim that I’m the most spoiled.  I have these grandiose ideas of what life could be like if only it didn’t feel as if I’m always drowning.  I have this crab that watches every move I make and I just wanna get away from everyone and everything in my life and be someone else!  I see the handsome man across the way and just really want to be a part of his world and not the one I’m actually living in….Oh crap, there I go again – that was “The Little Mermaid”.

Let’s try this again…I always felt slighted.  You know, being the youngest…my sisters are all prettier and better at everything than I am.  I’m just a house-bound “maid”.  They always got to do the fun things while I was stuck at home…even as we got older.  I have the youngest children and the least amount of money at my disposal so while they go on trips together or with their families, I get left behind – washing dishes, doing laundry, wiping noses….only having my pet mice to play with and talk to because my sisters were all too busy.
When I was younger, a lot younger, they’d make me take the fall for things that they did because they figured I wouldn’t get in as much trouble because they “knew better”.  I was so jealous when they got to go to the big dance that one year and I was expected to help them get ready and be happy for them while I, once again, had to stay home and clean.  Sigh…there I go again – reliving Cinderella’s life….

 

Ok, Ok, I digress….I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted – I told you I suck at blogging!  But I will eventually get to the heart of the title of my blog….just thought I’d throw in a bit of humor while making a point that I actually do relate to these characters in a way….now, I’m off to do the dishes and deal with 2 sick kiddos 😦

Tired Tirades

I am so exhausted this morning…I had to stay up late to make homemade cinnamon rolls for my 12 year old who had informed me he wasn’t taking anything to his Show Choir breakfast a few days ago and then sprung it on me last night that he signed me up for cinnamon rolls this morning.  Then I was on the phone with my best friend listening to her tell about how she went PMS Postal on the Chief of Police and trying to explain “Twilight” to her…if only people heard our conversations, especially late night – we’d both be locked up!

So I finally threw myself in bed around midnight and opened my book “Kill Shot” by Vince Flynn thinking that I would read a few paragraphs and drift happily into never never land…when I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all night and my stomach was growling so loud I would have thought sleeping next to a freight train was quieter.  Out of bed I jumped, grabbed more water and some crackers and kept on reading.  I was NOT getting tired.

The hour between midnight and one went really fast.  I forced myself to shut my book and turn off my light at 1:30.  I said my prayers and closed my eyes.  Now…would someone please tell me what kind of hallucinogenic drugs they are putting in Cheeze-Its?  There is no possible explanation for the horrific dreams I had all night.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had to sleep with a night light on, but at 2:40 am when I woke up in a cold sweat and wishing I had a knife or a gun under my pillow to protect me – I turned my light on.

I was breathing hard, and even afraid to look toward the mirror above my dresser.  I hate dreams like that – they seem so real and you can’t seem to get away from them!  I would close my eyes and it would start over from where it left off or else just a few seconds before I woke myself up.  Needless to say, I ended up getting about 2 1/2 hours of sleep for the night – today ought to be interesting.

And to top off my “wonderful” night of sleep…those cinnamon rolls that I stayed up to bake…the school called at 5:50am to inform me that there would be a 2 hr. delay today due to poor road conditions.  This means no Show Choir breakfast before school.  Lovely!

Midnight Machinations

She grew up in a falsely beautiful paradise.  She was encompassed by fragile glass walls, constantly told her actions and shortcomings would shatter them, never being told that it was all an illusion.  All the fancy facades were for naught, the heartache and tears only surfaced at night, when the lights were out and she thought no one saw.  All the while, the demons waited with their weapons full of blood and terror to smash through the walls and pull her free of the lie.  It wasn’t until that day when her vision was cleared from the illusion that the demons she normally feared began to shrink from her newly realized power and the shadows no longer made her afraid.  It was then, that she acknowledged her beauty, a beauty defined outside her glass box, a beauty all her own.  And then, she truly began to live.

I Suck At Blogging…

I’ve tried this 6 or 7 times…and I did really good when I had Yahoo 360.  The rest of the blog pages, not so much!  I have all these grandiose ideas and then get bogged down with real life and forget my passwords or even the fact that I started a blog.  I claim temporary insanity!  Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m getting older, but I refuse to grow up so 😛 the age thing is not the problem!

So anyway – my sister, Kristi, inspired me to try this again.  Her blog “Secrets of a Seven” keeps me laughing and I can only hope to be as inspiring and witty as she can be…but I’m not promising anything.  This is, afterall, all about ME – and sometimes I am just plain boring!

Be ye warned – there are times where this may just end up as a bitchfest, and there are times where it may not make any sense whatsoever.  But hey – it is what it is! 😉

Welcome to my little corner of my mind, I will not apologize for what is written, nor will I apologize for offending you – don’t like it, don’t read it!