Kinda Crazy, Mostly Opinionated, Can't Spell Worth a Damn!

Holy CRAP what happened to bitter-angry-pissed-off-super-ranting Karen?

 

Life.

 

I'm so in love with my life right now. I feel so free. I feel so in control of everything. I feel just so happy wonderful and full of hope and promise.

 

My daughter is doing great. Shes settled back in with me beautifully.

My job is KICK ASS and today I was told that I get to be more involved with marketting and that they view me as principle/partner material. (YAY)

The house makes me happy with all the plants starting to grow and pop up and feel more mature and looking great.

I've met some really cool people over the last little while that have really opened my eyes to whats out there. I can't wait to know some of them more!

I've re-connected with a few lost friends that I'm super happy to have re-found. AWESOME.

I think I found a way to buy a new vehicle with NO american credit. My god let me just say that hacing no credit is like being bankrupt for crying out loud. ><

 

So thats it. The sun is smiling on my happy little life and I just couldn't be happier. YAY :)

Well its been a heck of a couple of weeks. I've found myself working endless nights and days on the hospital job. If you are from GA then you are familiar with the Americus Tornado... and that it destroyed a local hospital. Thats what I've been working on. The company I work for is building a temporary emergency hospital that will be active for 3 years while we re-construct their new hospital. Chaos at it's finest.

 

I was in Americus on Sunday, arriving at the ass crack of dawn and what I saw when the sun kissed the land, looked like a war zone. Smouldering piles of broken tree limbs. Tarped roofs and snapped chimneys. Crumbled sidewalks and shattered glass. My boss assured me that this was looking GOOD considering what it looked like the day after the Tornado. How sad for those poor people. Imagine getting up one morning and having no job to go to work at because half of it blew away!

 

The most amazing part of their tale is that no matter how bad things seem there, the people are so optimistic. They are embraceing each other and becoming a very tight knit community. Its so awesome to arrive to do work and be greeted by the local people like one of their own. I love that feeling. At times it makes me feel like I could pack up all this chaos and go live in that small town and run a little retail store and change this faced paced existence. Something so appealing about walking into a bar and having the owner pull a pint and greet you by name and 'usual' brew.

 

Maybe I'll relocate to a smaller town... oh WAIT.. HI... I DO live in a small town... duh! It's just SUCH a subburb of Atlanta that the people are still bitchy and ornery from their 4 hour communte. LOL.... *sigh*

I FINALLY got my new myspace up and running. If you want to subscribe let me know.

 

Cheers.

K

So yesterday in a grandiose effort to be newly labelled 'coolest mom ever' by my kid, we ventured out for a day of errands interlaced with fun. I've discovered that if I alternate errand and fun, my kid will go anywhere with me! One of our 'fun' items was to play at the neighborhood park.

 

Now, I've not been to this park before. I've driven past it countless times and never stopped with Emmie so we decided to try it out. It was actually a pretty cool little park with swings, climbey things, and two seperate play areas; one for younger kids and one for older kids. Emmie, although younger, wanted the older kids playground. I didn't mind this as I could at least get up in the equipment and chase her all around.

 

So we get up to the very top of the play structure and there are these two tublar slides with the bump in the middle. Em is all about sliding down these slides but won't go unless I do because she's a big chicken terd. In the name of being 'coolest mom ever' I couldn't dissapoint!

 

Did you know that those tubular slides are made for kids who are 3 to 4 feet tall and maybe 75 lbs? The diameter of one of those openings BARELY fit my shoulders. BARELY.

 

Did you know that the bump in the slide hides what is going on at the bottom of the slide?

 

Did you know that it rained on Friday night?

 

This is also where I confess I'm not the brightest bulb in the box.

 

In my valiant efforts to be super exciting, I literally DOVE into the tube slide head first, with the intentions of stopping myself and climbing back out after emma had dove into HER slide. I'm thinking you know what happened right about now and are either grimmaceing or laughing.

 

Half way down as I crested the bump in the slide, where I counted on my inertia slowing, my toes slipped from the top of the slide and I couldn't stop myself. Much like a frantic catapillar I wiggled and wiggled in vain to try and stop, and right about then I noticed a reflection on the roof of the tube coming from the bottom. Wide eyed in disbeleif, I slide right on over the bump and ended face first in a big ol nasty pool of sandy water. FACE FIRST.

 

Did you know that Karen + Dirty Water + Cocoon-like tubular slide + Dirty Mulch = a LOT of new and creative cuss words?

 

I just thought you should know that.

 

Oh... and Emmie? Chicken'd out and climbed back down the stairs.

Yesterday when the roomie and I got home there was a note on the front door about the dog.

 

"Please do something about your dog's barking."

 

No name and no real frame of reference. What? Was he barking at your window? Was he barking for 8 hours straight? Was he barking at your kids as they were in your backyard? And really, where are your balls that you can't put our name on a peice of paper so we can talk to you about it. How do I know what to fix if you don't tell me what he's doing in the first place???

 

I actually took it personally that some person living near by us couldn't just come over and knock on the door. I guess Canadians are known for beating more then a hockey puck with their sticks.

 

In total defense I called the Sheriffs office and asked about "noise regulations", specifically a barking dog. 7am - 10pm. Love it! My Barkley can run around in my back yard and bark his head off until 10pm. AWESOME!

 

So then last night the roomie is downstairs at the dog run and discovers that the mexican kids next door have been trying to break Barkley free! There were a set of wire cutters down on the ground right beside his dog run! Grrrr! I think my tax return is building a fence!

 

Here's the skinny people:

 

Dog's bark. Thats what they do. If it's not 3am you don't have a reason to complain. If it's not chewing up your leg, you don't have a reason to complain. If it's not pissing in your garden, you don't have a reason to complain. If it's not stealing your shoes, you don't have a reason to complain. If it's not chasing your cat you don't have a reason to complain. If it's not shitting on your front yard you don't have a reason to complain. HIS JOB IS TO BARK. I WANT HIM TO BARK. BARK BARK BARK and KEEP THE CRIMINALS away. Yeesh. What a concept.

 

Finally, IF IT'S NOT YOUR YARD KEEP YOUR KIDS OUT OF IT. My goodness. That little kid had to be 5 and wandering around like she owned the place. What the hell is that? Who lets their five year old just freely wander like that? GOOD LORD.

 

The day ended like this:

 

My overly brilliant next door neighbor Josh gave us a painting to show around to people we know in hopes of selling his paintings. (Or at lease I think thats why he left it here?) On the back was a written description of his masterpeice. It just so happened that the note left on the front door about the dog matched the writing on the back of the oil painting. SO, I happily wrote Josh a little love note and taped it to the back of his sample and returned it to his door.

 

Moral of the story? If you want to be annonomous, TYPE your fricken letter.

 

Hidden moral of the story? Don't leave crap letters for a chick whos watched 300. LOL.