Flowers In Her Hair

Woke up this morning with a cold. Body decided to add kidney stones to the mix, just to spice things up. Yay.

petitedeath:

eternallybeautifullyblack:

missmommamindi:

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Reblogging because this is really fantastic information!

petitedeath:

eternallybeautifullyblack:

missmommamindi:

Please reblog guys.

if you are a CD momma already you can help donate too. CD is just so much cheaper in general even if you dont do the lending system.

Reblogging because this is really fantastic information!

Kids are at their grandparents’, the dude’s at work, I got the apartment to myself AND IT’S GLORIOUS. Chick flicks, summer beer, snack food, and not a single interruption. Like I said, glorious.

Falling asleep in my car while I wait for my bf’s roommate’s gf to show up with the keys so I can crash here because it sounded like a better idea at 11 pm than waking up the kids at his Mom’s then driving them all the way home.

Clearly, I was wrong.

Feeling wonky today. Generally unsatisfied with life and people. I know I have more to offer, but I just can’t find an opportunity in which my abilities would make any kind of difference so I feel very much like a parasite, being so damn needy.

Also, my back hurts from gardening yesterday.

Ok, I’m done whining. My apologies.

Blondie was just laughing so hard she cried over the phrase “itchy anus.” Because hers, apparently, is. I guess when you’re 7 and it’s way past your bedtime things like that are hilarious.

Earlier today I found a white lighter in my car. The boy said it wasn’t his, refused to touch it. He told me about the superstition behind it and about the night he first heard about it.

He had just bought a new lighter. It was white. His friend told him it was bad luck. He laughed. 30 minutes later he totaled his car by hitting a deer (being an animal lover, he was traumatized).

He told me about this and I laughed at him. Threatened to throw it at him or sneak it into his pocket. 30 minutes later he texts me from work- his walkie talkie is missing. He’s getting fined $300. I joked that it was the white lighter. Text alert goes off, not with his response, but with a text informing me my kid is puking her guts out at her grandparents’ house. Fyi: vomiting used to be a huge phobia/OCD/anxiety trigger for me.)

Needless to say, I chucked that white devil out the car window as I drove to pick her up.

Sleeping on my ninja turtle sheets. Like any mature adult does.

Coffee 1: dropped a waffle in
Coffee 2: spilled all over
Coffee 3: neighbor’s dog sampled


And that’s what happened to my pot of coffee today and why this closing shift is kicking my booty.

Today is the kind of day where I drop my buttery waffle into my first cup of coffee, then spill my second.

Got to hang out with some good friends I haven’t seen in much too long, despite living a stones throw away. I mean, literally: you can see their front porch from my back porch.

Buttery waffle sounds like some sort of euphemism.

My sister and her spawns leave today. It’s been 3 of the longest weeks of my life.

Only slept 4 hours. Gotta work a 6 hour shift tonight, so I should take a nap but a younger friend (who really looks up to us, and recent found herself to be knocked up) is having a bbq and texted me FIRST THING this am about how excited she is to see us. She needs us and I get the feeling she wants to talk pregnancy/baby. We can’t let her down. In conclusion, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

A young man I work with is Assn incredibly talented artist and just an all around good kid. He talked about going to business school since it was the “practical” degree to pursue. It weighed on me for two weeks before I finally pulled him aside at work and told him SCREW PRACTICAL. You are only a young, talented, responsibility free artist once. Chase your dream until you’ve got it in your grips or another dream comes along. He said I was the 2nd adult that day to pull him aside and encourage him to go to art school. He’s talking to his admissions counselor about switching majors today. Also, I gave him free-reign to paint my youth room at church however he wants. It’s gonna be the start of his portfolio. My heart is singing.