Warm fuzzies.

To all of the mamas of the furry kind.

To all of the mamas of the not so furry kind who can act like animals.

I hope you have a lovely day with plenty of warm fuzzies.

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Where’s Doogie Howser when I need him? I’d even take Doc Baker but I can’t trade his services for homemade jam or live chickens, unless he wouldn’t mind the bag of chocolate that I left on the counter above the dishwasher that’s all melty.

*This was actually supposed to be a really short post since I’m sick and feel like death but I took Nyquil an hour ago so this is basically drunk blogging at it’s finest. When I say finest, I mean at it’s worst and I’m sure you didn’t need me to clarify but I’m buzzed from cold medicine and I have a fever that makes me feel like I’m going to burst into flames.

My house has some kind of virus going around. My poor niece is even sick and she lives halfway across the country. My mom was telling me that when my sister took her to the doctor, he said she has borderline strep. I was like what the hell?

I’m not some kind of medical pro although I have 5 days of nursing school under my belt before I dropped out so come to think of it, I might have more experience than most doctors, heh, but I don’t get the borderline crap. She’s running a high fever and has white spots on her throat and back in my day that meant you officially have strep. 

Okay, I just said back in my day. I’m old.

 Obviously you can get sick anytime, but why the puckity puck does it have to be in May when the weather is finally getting nice?! It started with the little hummingbird on Sunday night, then me on Tuesday, and now my husband.

My husband stayed home from work on Thursday which drove me crazy because he can never just kick back and relax. So he was being a pain but I guess he was getting back at me because when I’m sick, I have no problem taking it easy but the times I’ve had surgery, it’s impossible for me to relax.

When I had sinus surgery back in January, I drove my hubby crazy with my pain in the ass antics. Normally it’s not a problem for me to avoid cleaning but while I was supposed to be recovering, I wanted to do things I try to avoid like the plague, like the dishes. My husband even caught me cleaning the toilet while I was supposed to be lying down.

I know this is not at all fascinating.

While looking through pictures of me and my mom for my last post, I came across other pics I haven’t seen for a while and since I’m sick and a lazy ass, you get to see a few random photos. You’re welcome.

Oh, that reminds me. I can’t find my baby book which has some cringe worthy photos I wanted to share so I could really embarrass myself. I’ve kept track of it through 9 moves but I have no idea where it went since our last move back in September. sniff

Here’s my all time favorite Halloween costume. I was either 5 or 6 at the time and my weirdness was already showing through.

I have no idea if this monster was just some goofy character in a cartoon or what the deal was. I was a smurf purist at the time.

Notice the groovy curtains and organ. I was at my grandpa’s house and I don’t remember him or his wife ever playing that thing.

My hubby and I lived in Seattle about 8 years ago and it was my all time favorite place to live. At the time we had a crazy but lovable dog that could rival Marley from Marley & Me.

My hubby was so proud of this picture because not only did he get our dog to stay still long enough, he thought it was so cool that it looked like our dog was about to eat the Space Needle.

Another time while we were visiting Victoria, BC, we were walking around and came across a huge crowd of people.

We found out the Queen of England was visiting. At first we didn’t really care and started walking away but the crowd’s excitement was infectious so we decided to stick around.

Surprisingly, despite having a disposable camera since we forgot ours at home and being so far away, we were able to get some really great pictures of her and that guy she’s married to.


Then we found out the Queen has a dark side. She’s a stalker. My husband and I went out to lunch afterwards and the Queen zoomed by the restaurant in her motorcade.

See, totally stalkerish. Sure she zoomed by but that was just to throw us off. After that my hubby and I were going to some museum that must have been really important since I don’t remember what it was.

When we got close, we found that the area was blocked off because the Queen was making a speech nearby. That bitch.

That’s when my hubby and I decided to turn the tables on the Queen and chase her around Victoria. We got a taxi and the guy driving knew the places where she would be so he took us all over but she always stayed one step ahead of us. That and the traffic was like a parking lot.

There was a military base that she went to so I’m sure she thought she’d lose us that way. Little did she know my husband’s in the Navy and we have military I.D. so we were able to get on base.

But she must have figured out that we were close because by the time we got out to the tarmac, she was already in a helicopter flying off.

At least we’ll always have a picture to remember her by until we get really old and have no clue as to why we have a photo of the back of people’s heads.


I hope everyone has a great weekend!

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It’s taken me 10 months of begging and my mom has finally written a post so if you don’t read it, she might cry and I’m sure you don’t want to be like Jeffrey (I don’t care if I made your mom cry) Sebelia from Season 3 of Project Runway.

*I now give you the greatest mom in the whole world.

M is for the many things she gave me. O is for the other things she did. M is for many of the grey hairs I got. Well, it’s that time of the year again. Mother’s Day.

I think the best part about being a grandmother is hearing the stories your children tell you about your grandchildren. The reason it’s so funny is because most of the stuff they tell you is what your kids did to you.

One time, when Elle was about 18 months old, I decided to get her a green Mc shake for St. Patricks Day. In the 70’s, before air bags, your kid would ride shotgun in their car seat.

Elle got her shake and I reminded her several times “don’t take the lid off”. Well, as I came to a red light and stopped, I heard a scream.

My sweetheart had taken the lid off and the shake was all over her face and shirt. I was laughing so hard, I started peeing and was trying to comfort her while pulling off to the side of the road.

Another time I was down to my last $10 dollars. Elle got into my purse, pulled the money out, and was hanging it out of the window, flying the $10 dollars like a kite.

Of course it flew out of her hands. That time I was crying and peeing at the same time.

The temper tantrums are the funniest because I’ve lost track of how many times I would threaten to never take her out in public again until she was 18.

Yes, motherhood is a hoot. Many shots of vodka, tears, and laughs later & I wouldn’t change anything. Happy Mother’s Day to my daughter and to you. ~ Elle’s mom

**I don’t have a photo scanner so here’s a picture of a picture of me and my beautiful mom, circa 1976. Apparently she liked taking me to back alley petting zoos. I picked one where you can’t see her face because really, who would want to claim my crazy ass.

And we don’t have red hair even though it looks that way. Also, my germaphobe self hopes my mom dipped me in alcohol after this was taken. I will now shut up. :^)

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Look up for a minute and see the awesome. Go on. I promise I won’t pants you unless you really want me to.

If your reading this in an email or google reader you won’t see what I’m talking about but if you’re on my blog then you can see my awesome new header. It’s all thanks to Sara from Sara Without An H.

I’ve never liked the headers I’ve slapped together (usually late at night while thinking it will only take a minute, HA!) since starting my blog but I absolutely LOVE what Sara has done for me.

I can’t thank her enough but I’ll try. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!


Stay tuned because on Thursday Wednesday my mom will be guest posting. I’m so screwed.

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When you want to take someone’s cell phone and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. Not your unshiney spot, their unshiney spot. Unless you’re into that sort of thing and if you are then ewww.

*This post was inspired by a dumbass I kept coming across at the grocery store. Thank you for being a dumbass, dumbass.

You know what drives me crazy? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. People on their damn cell phones. Not all people on their phones, just the idiots. Sometimes I’ll come across people who are talking on their cell and then realize there’s no phone & they’re just crazy.

Then there are people who I think are crazy and talking to themselves but they’ll be talking on their phone. It’s so confusing and makes my brain hurt.

I hate it when someone will be talking on their cell while looking right at me (I’ll have no idea that they’re using a bluetooth) and I’ll think wtf are they talking about but I still try to give an answer. But then they look at me like I’m the crazy one and I’ll say “sorry, thought you were talking to me” which will just add to the confusion.

Or when someone is on their phone but they ask me a question and I can’t hear them so I say “sorry?” and they’ll say it again but I still can’t hear them damn rock concerts.

I’ll reply by telling them my name since it seems like a safe bet or just laugh and then I come to find out something like they were either asking for directions or saying they’re having a bad day so while talking on the phone, they’re also talking to me they must not believe in ending the call they’re on and revealing way too much info like the people on those reality cop shows who just make things worse and more awkward by telling their whole life story when they really just need to shut it.

Pretty much what I do on my blog.

Every time I go to the grocery store there seems to be at least one person on their phone that is giving a run down on every freaking product in the store and doing it as loud as possible.

Like the person they’re talking to has never been to the freaking store.

“I’m in the milk section now. What kind did you want? Low fat? Was that regular milk, almond milk, soy milk? Oh, you want non fat soy milk? I’m not sure if they have non fat soy milk, let me check. No, they don’t have it but they have a buy one get one free of the low-fat soy milk. Do you want that one? Well which kind do you want then?”

That’s the point when I want to grab the phone from them and yell “come to the damn store and pick it out yourself”

It seems like no matter what aisle I go to, even if I skip a few aisles to avoid this person, they’re never far behind or they actually end up ahead of me.

I love my cell phone but some people need to know when to put it down. Over the weekend my hubby took the hummingbird to the aquarium and saw a man talking on his cell with a minivan full of kids while parallel parking.

I have a hard enough time parking in a regular spot because of people who park their big ass SUV’s in compact parking spaces. If I have no choice but to parallel park, there’s a lot of cursing and meltdowns on my part, even with two hands.

It’s times like this when I don’t regret the fact that I like animals more than people. Well, at least until animals figure out how to use cell phones and I’m sure if my daughter is already a pro with mine, our cat won’t be far behind because she’s one smart pussy.

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SOC Sunday: Between a rock and a hard place.

It’s that time again for Fadra’s Stream of Consciousness Sunday. I have 5 minutes to write and have to post this without proofreading or spellchecking. And go!
#SOCsundayI’ve been having the hardest time with this and surprisingly haven’t said a lot about it on my blog. Unless things fall through like they did in December, I’ll be seeing my biological father aka sperm donor in a month. He really doesn’t deserve the title of father.

My mom left him before I was a year old and I didn’t meet him until I was 9. His call was completely out of the blue.

He called my maternal grandfather first who then called me. I’ll never forget that night. I was watching E/R with George Clooney. It wasn’t the ER that spent years on air but was a thirty minute comedy that obviously didn’t last long.

My mom had already married my stepdad at that point but I was so excited that I would finally be meeting my father. While he seemed to attempt be one at first, there was so much drama and when I decided to move to Los Angeles to live with him a few years later, all hell broke loose.

The last time I saw him was 19 years ago and for good reason.

My biological dad has schizophrenia and a lot of other issues. The biggest problem is that he always stops his meds, starts drinking, and his nose turns into a hoover vaccuum. Sometimes these episodes end with someone having to call the cops and having him placed in a psychiatric ward.

Then he promises that he’s going to stay on track but he always goes through the same cycle. I saw so much at such a young age. Not only that, my (now former) stepmother was just as unstable as he was.

He’s not coming just to see me in June. His girlfriend’s parents live nearby so I know I could easily not see my “sperm donor” when he comes to visit but I’m hoping it will bring some kind of closure.

While my husband is going along with this, he’s not at all happy about meeting my bio dad or even having me be around him. He knows everything that went on when I was living with him. The psychotic episodes, the drugs, the violence. So I don’t blame him but I have to do this although I’m f’ing terrified.


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When I was 19 I worked with a girl, Lucy (not her real name). She was a little younger than me and had recently gotten married. A few weeks after I turned 20, Lucy’s husband, Eric (not his real name), had brought dinner to his wife at the shop where we worked. This guy came in a little later that night to see Eric.

I found out this guy had been Eric’s roommate in college during their freshman year.

Eric’s friend and former roommate became my husband six months later. Eric and Lucy had two kids together and several years ago when we went to visit them, my hubby and I knew things weren’t going well. They split soon after.

Eric remarried not long ago and Lucy had a son last summer with her boyfriend. Lucy’s boyfriend and the father of her son died of a heart attack on Wednesday and I found out about it this afternoon after coming home from lunch with the hubby and our little girl.

Lucy lives several states away from me and it’s frustrating that I can’t help in the way I would like to.

It’s just horrible and it’s made me think about things, like what would I do in that situation. The answer, I don’t have a clue.

I know I take advantage of the time I have with loved ones. I like to think I have all the time in the world with them and hate to face the facts that one just never knows.

I can’t stop thinking about how her son, who’s not even a year old, is going to grow up never knowing his dad. Sure he’ll have pictures and be told stories about his father but it’s obviously not the same.

I know my husband can drive me to the point of insanity but I can’t imagine my life or the little hummingbird’s life without him. This whole thing is just so fucking sad.

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