Coffee – the life blood of this Diva. I likely drink far more than I should but I wouldn’t consider facing the day without it!
Cupcakes – small portions of something delicious, CAKE! Sugar, fat, calories…YUM!
My brain is powered by the coffee as I write and the cupcakes in this case are small servings of a variety of things on my mind. Cute, I know
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I feel like a Zombie today. I went to bed at a decent hour (what I define as decent) and slept like a downed tree…until 3am when I woke up. I was still awake at 4:30am, that was the last time I recall seeing the clock before the alarm went off at 6:00 this morning. UGH. The coffee pot is my best friend today, keeping the eyes open so the diapered crumb crunchers don’t duct tape me to a chair in the closet and dance on the coffee table to the Backyardigans.
If you saw my post-it note entry today, you know that I used that time of insomnia to come up with a new term. I even googled it, then sent it to Urban Dictionary in the hopes of coining my new term, Zombie Texting. Not to be confused with drunk texting – which people do when sh*t faced drunk. Those are fun because some people are so much more honest when they are intoxicated and you learn how they really feel. Or they get obnoxious and flirty. Either way they usually send apology texts the next day when they review their phone and discover their 2:30am booty requests. Zombie texting is done when sober. Like last night. I woke up and couldn’t sleep and got very bored. I knew of only 2 people that would be up at 3am, my son because he was on patrol, and a male friend of mine that like me has issues knowing when it is a good time to end the party and go to sleep. My son must have been busy because I didn’t get a response until long after I had finally fallen back asleep. My friend, well he was awake! And most likely drunk texting in response to my Zombie Texts.
I have a new favorite kid show that I swear has some of the best songs, Backyardigans. Great show, great music, and it is what my friend calls ‘baby crack’. It comes on and there is silence in the room aside from singing along with the songs.
Still thinking on just how much will actually land on my private thoughts section. I feel censored by even having that, but I do get it. If it wasn’t my kids that were impacted then I’d likely think differently and say “screw it, don’t like it don’t read it” but they are important enough for me to use it. Dunno, jury is still out on that one. Really not sure why anyone that reads my page feels the need to say anything to my kids or my ex, but for some reason they do.
We Divas learn something new every day. Sometimes the lessons come free, like there is a safety feature on our garage door opener for when we go on vacation, it allows us to open the garage from inside with the button on the wall, but not the remotes. Very cool, we learned this after the button to engage that was accidentally pushed. That was a free lesson when we found someone that could diagnose it over the phone. The dishwasher was not so cheap a lesson. Seems there is a switch on the wall that when you turn it off it turns off power to the appliance. That little service call was expensive to learn that the only reason it wasn’t working was someone had flipped the switch. SIGH….oh well it is what it is and we now know! (I knew we should have just called my ex, he can fix anything!)
Working on several topical posts today. Many in various stages of completion. Some for specific days, others for whenever I feel like it. One in particular is about divorce, moms and step moms. I am writing part one of that, and part two is being written by a step mom that is very near and dear to my heart. My hope is that it will be educational to those that read it, and maybe even help a few folks think through some things. But for now, that is as much teaser as I will put out there. You just have to keep stopping by!
Here, have a cupcake….