Day Three: A Picture of You & Your Friends

I am one blessed gal.

I have a LOT of friends.

PLUS, I know who my real friends are. The past few years of my life have been like a giant sifter, sifting out the good and the bad. And, let me tell you... My friends are the best!

So, I'm not gonna post a picture of me and my friends. I know you all are half-crazy, just like me (birds of a feather), and whoever I forget is gonna get all pissed at me. I'm not taking that bait!!!

Day Two: The Meaning Behind Your Blog Name

Well, if you've ever met me, you wouldn't be askin'.

I am one. crazy. beeyotch.

I'm the good kind of crazy, though. The older I get, though, the more I realize that I'm not so crazy, after all. I mean, compared to most other people.

I mean, have you even WATCHED Hoarders? Geez.

I used to think I had it all together. And, for the most part, I did.

Then I had kids.

Plus, you know the crap I've been through. How can anyone possibly stay sane after that? Really?

I think, though, that if I didn't have some crazy runnin' around in my head, I wouldn't be here right now. Being crazy and having the ability to laugh in stressful situations helps to relieve the pressure of the moment. Nobody can hold it all together through all situations. I know the good Lord gave me my sense of humor and a few loose screws for a reason.

Plus, it is WAY less boring this way.

That 30 Day Challenge I Was Talkin' About.

Okay, here is that challenge I was talking about. I dare you all to try it. I'm gonna do today's from the hospital, I think. Please say a prayer for Neil, he keeps getting complications from the surgery and so the doctors haven't even discussed a release date.

At any rate, here is the list. Good luck, have fun, and enjoy!

Day One- A recent picture of yourself and fifteen interesting facts.



Day Two- The meaning behind your blog name.



Day Three -A picture of you and your friends.



Day Four- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.



Day Five- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.



Day Six- Favorite super hero and why.



Day Seven- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.



Day Eight - Short term goals for this month and why.



Day Nine - Something you’re proud of in the past few days.



Day Ten - Songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad.



Day Eleven - Another picture of you and your friends.



Day Twelve - How you found out about blogger and why you have one.



Day Thirteen - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.



Day Fourteen - A picture of you and your family.



Day Fifteen - Put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play.



Day Sixteen - Another picture of yourself.



Day Seventeen - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.



Day Eighteen - Plans/dreams/goals you have.



Day Nineteen - Nicknames you have and why you have them.



Day Twenty - Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future.



Day Twenty one - A picture of something that makes you happy.



Day Twenty two - What makes you different from everyone else.



Day Twenty three - Something you crave for a lot.



Day Twenty four - A letter to your parents.



Day Twenty five - What I would find in your bag.



Day Twenty six - What do you think about your friends?



Day Twenty eight - A picture from you last year, and now. What has changed since then?



Day Twenty nine - In this past month, what have you learned?



Day Thirty - Your favorite song.

One Month of Blogs?! Day 1

Okay, Mizz Tina... I am going to take you up on your challenge. ONE month of daily blogs. I'm very glad there are assigned topics!

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Today's blog is...

"Day 1: A recent picture of you and 15 Interesting Facts About You."

Who is judging how interesting these are? Hopefully, the judge is a very, very bored person and gets excited about just about everything.

1. I really enjoy (and miss) the clicking of a typewriter's keys. I wish that it was an option on a laptop, because I'd totally get it.

2. The dogs in this house all snore. Just like the owners.

3. If there is a bucket of beans or seeds or beads, you can be sure I'm gonna stick my hand in it. It feels good.

4. There is nothing a wet washcloth can't cure.

5. I have recently discovered that Hawai'an music knocks me out like Ambien. Actually, BETTER than Ambien.

6. If I'm visiting your house, and the toilet paper is not coming off the top of the roll, you can bet your sweet bippy I'm gonna fix it.

7. I cannot match my clothes. That's why I wear lots of denim or black.

8. As a woman, I find it strange and refreshing that I don't like 'love movies' very much. Gimme a shoot-'em-up, blood-and-gore movie any day.

9. My favorite color is the color of police lights, UNLESS they are behind me.

10. Know how people think certain foods are 'too sweet'? NOTHING is ever too sweet to me.

11. I cannot flippin' stand the PLOCK PLOCK PLOCK sound of a dog drinking water. It is worse than nails on a chalkboard. ACK! Even thinking about it pisses me off.

12. I often wish I had a gun that shot paintball pellets filled with hot sauce and shards of glass. I'd shoot parents who are mean to their children in Wal-Mart.

13. I'm a very picky eater and often have a pile on the edge of my plate of the things I pick out.

14. I play with my hair when I'm sleepy.

15. Few things perk up my mood like brand new, white tennis shoes.

The Pink Boots

A little pair of pink boots sits atop my jewelry box. They are scuffed up and well-worn. Even though they have seen better days, that pair of pink boots with the pen marks on the inside are more valuable to me than all of the gold and diamonds in the world.
Those boots belonged to my little girl, Kasey.
I really miss her.

You see, my little three and a half year old girl died three years ago.

One sunny, October day, I had buckled my three and six year old children into their car seats and went to the store. On the way back, at about seven o'clock, a man who had been drinking way too much had broadsided our little car. Everything from that moment until the next day comes back to me in flashes, unwanted Polaroids that pop into my mind whenever they choose to visit; the cold sound of metal smacking together, my little boy screaming to me announcing Kasey's death, reciting emergency contact information to strangers, the voices of doctors, my sister's hand holding mine.

The days and weeks that passed after that day have blended in together, creating a dark chapter in my life. I couldn't tell you how many looks of pity, hugs, and casseroles I had received, but nobody was able to bring Kasey back.

I found solace in crocheting. It was a mindless, repetitive fumbling of fingers that produced something tangible. I had decided to make baby blankets for every baby born that year to my friends and family members. I made one heck of a lot of blankets.

After that year was over, along with my marriage, I realized that I needed to get back out into the world and unload some of the pain I was wearing like a wool afghan.

If you have ever met me, you know that my greatest gifts are not blankets (although I do make a very beautiful blanket), but my words. Telling our story was like sloughing off a layer of pain. The first time I spoke to a small group of DUI offenders, I felt lighter. The story I had been carrying around had taken on a life of its' own and had reached into the listeners and changed them. While it had definitely helped me, it had helped others.

Weaving yarns into something helpful and warm had given way to weaving my story into a sea change in people who had no idea what power they had when they had chosen to drink and drive. My daughter's life had taken on a new life and has become a powerful testimony.

On my first speaking engagements, the sight of that little pair of boots was so poignant and effective. After a while, I realized that my story was enough, and that I didn't have to share everything. I could share our story, I could give away blankets. However, I could keep those precious boots for myself, to cherish. They are, indeed, worth more that all the gold and diamonds in the world.

Random Crap.

So, here I am, lying around doing absolutely nothing. Even my Farmville field lies fallow.

My body aches because of the multiple sclerosis (henceforth referred to as The MonSter) and I could really use a bowl of cereal and a cuppa coffee. Seriously, though, I really have no business complaining about the MonSter, because it's not like I'm using a cane or anything. I can walk and talk, I'm just TIRED and ACHEY and bitchy. 'Course, the bitchy has nothing to do with it, that bit is just part of my charm.

I believe after I do those things, I'll show y'all what I've made recently and maybe I'll even take a frickin shower.

HOLY CRAP! I dropped off a beautiful blanket and forgot to get a picture of it!!! Thank goodness for my friend Cristi, she's gonna go visit the blanket's new owner and snap a picture of it for me :)

I am getting a migraine, it hurts to turn my head. Gotta fake feeling good, though, because I'm going to a baseball game tonight. Lovely. How come all the good stuff happens when I feel like shit?

Abridged Handbook on How To Classify Insanity

There are several types of crazy.

The first is bat-shit crazy. This type of person is someone you should NEVER become friends with. You should pretend you are deaf and walk away if one should ever approach you. Bat-shit crazy people will call you twenty times in the middle of the night asking you for money or to tell you about someone who is "after" her and come over crying to you with her latest drama. Bat-shit crazy people are the ones you see on the news, or yelling at cars from the side of the road. They may have started out in life just fine, but something or someone came along and royally screwed them up. Your inner Mother Theresa may beg you to love them, anyway, but stuff a sock in her mouth and throw her back in the closet. People like this are poison and are VERY contagious. Stay. The. Fuck. Away.

The second type of crazy is the good type of crazy. Goofball. When I met my best friend, Danielle, she had just smelled my then two-year-old son's head and looked around the room. "Whose kid is this? He smells good!" She then proceeded to sing into a cooking utensil. There was NO music playing. However, it didn't matter. Right then, I knew I had to be her friend. She had to be my friend. She was AWESOME!

The third type of crazy is the Dumbass. This crazy fool is the one you see getting a nutshot on America's Funnies Home Videos... On PURPOSE.

"Hey, Cletus, watch this!"

"Thud."

"Hahaha! Pull up the truck, we gotta get him stitched up again."

These are the ones who put Coca-Cola into their children's baby bottles and have forty cats.

You should generally avoid a Dumbass, as this can make other people label you as a Dumbass By Association.

***Edited to add:

I forgot to add "Bless Her Heart Crazy." That's the clueless, Golden Girls-era Betty White kind of crazy. Simple minded and 'touched.' This person is dumber than a kickstand on a tricycle. She doesn't mean any harm, she is just plain stupid, bless her heart. Being around her won't harm you, it will actually make you look even smarter and better.

What are other types of crazy?