Day 29/30: In This Past Month, What Have You Learned, and What Is Your Favorite Song?

So, it has taken me two flippin' months to do a 30 day challenge.

I have learned nothing important.

I already knew I was a professional procrastinator.



I have learned that my fake nails are entirely too long and it has been seriously affecting my typing speed.



And so... for your listening pleasure... a song for people who procrastinate... Loser... LOL!

There's no 27, so...

Since in my original '30 Days Of Blogs' had no number 27, I'm gonna just ignore it.

So... I'm gonna do this one:
Day Twenty eight - A picture from you last year, and now. What has changed since then?

Last year, I was about ten pounds lighter. So, yeah... I'm not a fan of that topic, either.

Today's a dud. Maybe I shouldn't be blogging at near midnight after a looooong day. I'm gonna have to sleep on this...

Day 26: What Do I Think About My Friends?

My friends are very patient folk.



I often flake out on stuff bc of laziness or health or just forgetting all about what I was supposed to be doing.

This morning, I flaked out on a lunch with the girls because I fell asleep. I really missed out bc those chicks be CRAZY! They are fun people. I'm blessed, even though I'm sure they talked much smack about me while I was lyin around on my big ass.


Speaking of forgetfulness...

I think I can honestly blame this one on the MS attack and the meds I'm taking for it. I forgot my beloved pockabook at the barber shop yesterday.



At first, I was afraid I had left it at the park. You never know what kind of people are hanging around in parks... creepy dog walkers, hiking hippies, perverts, perverted hiking hippie dogs...

However, my very smart boyfriend, X (pictured below in all his smart-ness)


was pretty sure of himself that I had actually left it at the barber shop. But, when I had finally figured out my pockabook was missing, it was after it had done closed and I had to flippin' wait.

So, this morning at 7:56, I called up to the barber shop and Lo and Behold, my purse was there! Yay!
Now Mama can git her nails did...

Day 25: What You Would Find In My Bag

Day 24: A Letter To Your Parents

Dear Parents,

I will address y'all separately, since you divorced when I was nine and y'all never really got along before OR after...

Daddy:
I really miss you. I wish you didn't smoke so damn much, because you'd probably still be here.
I should have listened to you on more than one occasion, you were always a better judge of character than me. I always tried too hard to see the good in people. You knew that looking THAT hard always meant there was too much bad stuff over it.

You taught me what a real man was supposed to act like and you always had awesome friends. As a matter of fact, I'm still friends with YOUR friends. They are really good people. Sometimes, they even look out for me. I wonder if you told them to?

Anyways, have fun with Kasey and give her a kiss for me. I miss y'all way too much than normal, but that's just because I love you.

Mom:
You are one crazy old broad.
That's probably why I love you so much.
You taught me the importance of family and that we should defend each other til the end. You never gave up on me.

Mom, you gave me a heart of gold. You showed me by example that helping others fills your heart and gives life meaning.

You are definitely more than meets the eye. You came from a rough life and became a great mother and a great friend.

Take good care of yourself, because I still need you around.

Love,
Kelly

p.s. I'm sorry for ages 2-23. I was such an asshole.

Day 23: Something I Crave A Lot

I'm a fat, middle-aged woman... what do you THINK I'd crave?

Food and sex.

In that order.

Don't combine both, though, because I'm liable to bite something that should not be bitten.

Day 22: What Makes Me Different From Everyone Else

Short. Gap-toothed. Hearty laugh.

Crazy in a few different ways.



Spontaneous, perverted personality (that one was from my niece, Shelby.)

Normal is boring. So, I doubt very much that I'm boring. I'm not exactly Mizz Excitement, either.



I'm pretty sure I haven't embraced my age, yet. I'm 35 years old, but I certainly don't act it (ignore the crocheting part).



I have been through some pretty hairy situations and have endured things that many people haven't (thankfully, rather me than them). However, I keep on keepin' on and manage to stay grounded.
Sometimes I try to be normal, but other times I try like hell NOT to be normal. Sometimes I'm pretty dang proud of myself. while other times I reign myself in and remember I need to be humble.

I'm an individual. Nobody is exactly like me. I like it that way.

Other than that, I can't think of much else. What makes you different?

Day 21: A Picture Of Something That Makes Me Happy

OF FRICKIN' COURSE, you know my kids make me happy. That's a given. I mean, being given the opportunity to pass on my AWESOMENESS DNA to a living being? Do whaaaa?



What else makes me happy?

Yarn.



Lots and lots of yarn!!!



I love yarn so much that I'd even drive this



And my tattoo artist really, really wants me to get a crochet tattoo (but where to put it???)




I love making things for other people. Not everyone appreciates (or knows) how much time goes into each item I make, and I know it's not the most exciting thing in the world to do... I mean, have you EVER heard, "I wanna do something AWESOME today! You wanna go skydiving, bungee jumping, or make THIS..."



At any rate, it's a hobby. Hobbies can be relaxing and fulfilling. Finishing a project and being proud of what I made is so rewarding. I'm so blessed that I have the ability to create. So what if I'm not Da Vinci or Martha. I can crochet something to keep your head warm (or anything else you want to keep warm, seriously. They have patterns for EVERYTHING...)

I can be completely broke, yet whip up a gift that you will be able to use or display or whatever you want to do with it... I have a YARN STASH!

*

(wait, how did she get in there again???)





*note: this is not my yarn stash. I wanted that yarn stash until I started wondering how much of that naked lady had touched the yarn, so I cannot possibly want it any more.

**another note: please buy me more yarn.

Day 20: Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future

Well, today has been filled with text message from my ex (business only, of course). Therefore, today's blog topic doesn't thrill me much.

We all know I've met a wonderful man. I'm keeping him.
The problem is, what if he turns into my ex? :::shudder::: Nah, I don't think he will...

I've been getting quite a bit done today. I was going to go back to bed after I got the kids off to school, but I went walking with my neighbor instead. There's something about a good walk in the morning that does a body good.

When I got home, my blood was already pumping. I chose to utilize this rare energy and de-furred my living room and shined my sink (a la FlyLady).

I'm giving myself the night off from cooking. Tonight is cereal or Ramen night.