April 7, 1972: The Day Awesome Was Born

Obviously if you read my posts, you know that I’ve had a distressed, depressed past couple of days. I don’t know if it just worked out that way because of my BPD, or because since I turned forty I tend to get a bit melancholy around my birthday and I knew mine was imminent. Today is the big day and I’ve wrestled with how I should be feeling all morning.

Perhaps it’s because I never achieved the success I dreamed of when I was younger, or the fact my littles have grown into bigs that have had littles themselves, or any number of vain, vapid things….I have finally decided that this year I choose to be grateful. Although I’m not rich and/or famous, I have a rather large blended family that loves me for me despite my craziness. My littles have grown into amazing bigs that are already and also in the near future making a difference in this world. I have four happy, healthy, gorgeous grandsons and another sweet little on the way that are my heart and soul. My husband is not perfect and sometimes I feel like he doesn’t treat me like I should be treated but guess what?? The same thing could be said for me. He fucked up early in our relationship. So did I, perhaps not in the same way but equally as seriously. When it comes right down to it, he puts up with me and my tumultuous, unpredictable illness like a pro, he works his ass off to make sure that I don’t have to because the Borderline Personality Disorder makes that damn near impossible. All in all I’d have to say I’m truly very blessed in all of the ways that matter. Today was a good day to be born forty seven years ago♥️

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My Son: Future Dr. Superstar M.D.

Student leaders at Louisiana Tech are making sure no-hazing policies and attitudes are enforced.

During my sons undergraduate studies, hazing became a national problem seen on University campuses across the nation. It seemed for a while that every time we turned on the news at night we would hear about another fraternity hazing event that would ultimately cost a young person their life, before it had ever begun.

My son, Payton, during his time at Louisiana Tech University was President of his fraternity, Delta Chi, and during that same time frame was also elected President of the entire Greek Council which oversaw all fraternity and sorority activities on campus.

This is a local news report dedicated to the ongoing hazing crisis and what local campus Greek leaders are saying and doing about it.

This mamma considers her baby boy an absolute celebrity due to his appearance and opinions.

www.knoe.com/content/news/Louisiana-Tech-is-cracking-down-on-hazing-447826083.html

The following is my brilliant sons (no I’m not biased😊) acceptance letter into medical school at Louisiana State University Shreveport. He has wanted to be a cardiac surgeon since he could utter that phrase. He maintained a 4.2 or above throughout elementary, middle and high school then went on to college on a full academic scholarship. There he was on the Presidents list all four years, was Mr. Louisiana Tech, a member of the Homecoming Court, volunteered every summer for four weeks with MedCamps (a special camp for children and adolescents with severe disabilities), held down not one, not two but three jobs and stayed on top of his many extracurricular activities all while keeping his grades up. He graduated with his degree in Pre-Med, Summa Cum Laude, in May 2018. Since then he has been working as a medical intern at TIRR Memorial Hermann hospital in Houston. Needless to say, I am one blessed Mom!

My son will only be twenty three years old on Valentines Day of this year. He has accomplished so very much in those 23 short years that I am absolutely in awe of his dedication, determination and work ethic.

I could not be any prouder if I tried!

Congratulations, my handsome son! Keep your feet on the ground but never keep reaching for the stars!

Misfits

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. We’re not fond of rules and we have no respect for the status quo. You can quote us, disagree with us, glorify or vilify us. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore us, because we change things. We push the human race forward, while some may see us as the crazy ones, we see genius. The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do!!!

I love my tribe of misfits to the moon and stars!

The Glory Hole Cafe

My amazing brother-in-law and I are quite the cooks in the family. He’s a commercial supervisor for a Heating and Cooling Company, I am a disabled housewife…..but long ago we decided that our collective retirement dream would be to open a restaurant called The Glory Hole Cafe.

Now as we all know, success in business comes with hard work, being good at what you do AND a catchy name for marketing strategies. Who wouldn’t want to eat at the Glory Hole?!?! I’d check it out just because the name makes me laugh. Glory Hole is not necessarily porno……a fisherman’s sweet spot is also called a Glory/Honey Hole, so I decided it would be a seafood restaurant to take off the porno innuendo, but sick fucks like myself would still consider the porno aspect of it. So tell me, my dear blogging family…..would you or would you not stop by and check out the Glory Hole Cafe & Gift Shop?!?

Finally!! A Light at The End of The Tunnel

These are pics of our new home after we have unpacked (not every single thing) and have a little bit of order to everything. Have I mentioned moving sucks donkey ass?!?

I’d rather be drawn and quartered or burned at the stake or waterboarded than to do this shit EVER again. I’m delighted about the house but aside from that I’ve been a roller coaster of emotions. My OCD is in a frenzy and I’m traumatized because it took us two solid weeks to move from the rain. I suppose I’ll look on the bright side for a change and just think about all of the happy new memories we’ll make here♥️

Happy Weekend, my pretties 💕💕💕

My extremely handsome hubby watching me craft in the garage♥️♥️

MiMi’s Angel Is Getting Christened

It’s 3:30am here and I can’t sleep a wink. I’m thinking that it’s because MiMi’s precious angel baby, grandson, Louis, is getting christened in less than six hours. Although I am personally not Catholic (my daughter converted the year prior to marrying my amazing son-in-law, who is a devout Catholic) I am wide awake with excitement of this momentous day for my sweetest cutie patootie!!

MiMi loves you big big my handsome little chunky monkey!!

Too my soft spoken, kind, compassionate, gentle souled baby girl……you were born to be a mother. As I watch my baby with her own baby, it makes my heart burst with pride and joy. You are so absolutely beautiful inside and out and are the most amazing first time mommy I’ve ever seen. I adore you and your sweet little family❣️

We’re All Going To Hell and Our Elected Officials Are Driving The Bus

As I’ve watched this dog and pony shitshow of a federal government shutdown, I’ve had a sudden epiphany. I don’t know why I could not see this clearly before as I am well versed on politics and have voted in every national, state and local race since I turned eighteen years old. I suppose it’s because the older generation (i.e. my parents) have had my psyche held hostage to the false assumption that EVERYTHING that is wrong in government is the opposite parties fault. I’m actually a bit embarrassed that it took me this long, and have had to have this much therapy to think for myself.

None of these politicians have the well being and best interests of Joe/Jane American concerning them. What is concerning them are the mega-pac super donors and big spenders on their campaigns and THEIR special interests. It’s nauseating. I am unapologetically a Trump voter. I can not continue to say supporter because he’s just as bad as the rest of them. The main reason I voted for him was because the status quo was obviously not working anymore so I thought that perhaps some radical change would be the answer. Granted the POTUS is a misogynistic, homophobic, pussy grabbing animal….but hell, who am I to judge. Besides Bill Clinton got sucked off IN the Oval Office and bricked all over Monica’s fancy blue dress, so what’s a paid off porn star and a little pussy grabbing among consenting adults?!?

I digress, though. He, as it turns out is just as smarmy and full of shit as all of the rest of those self serving asshats. We’re all going to hell and the Cheeto colored fuck, Lying Hilary, Nancy P. and that simpering cocksucker Chuck are driving the bus!!

Unicorn Tears

It’s 2019 and we thought the unicorn food trend was behind us. We were wrong, because unicorn wine is now a thing.
www.purewow.com/news/gik-live-unicorn-tears-rose-wine

Holy Shit!! If you don’t want a glass of this shit, then you have no soul.

I mean, really?!?

I want to go cuddle a puppy right now, just because of the freaking name!! Unicorn Tears. In a bottle?? This is the kind of fuckery that I heart♥️♥️

Year of The Hot Mess Express

Sooooooo, I started a list of New Years Resolutions, after two and a half pages (front and back) I decided what in the monkey fuck am I thinking?!?! The reason why this list is so long is because I’m carrying shit over from the past twenty five years. If I haven’t kept said resolutions in that amount of time, I’ve decided that being me is fucking awesome/just awful (depending on which of my “personalities” you happen to grab bag at that particular moment) and that I don’t need any improvement, therefore this year the only resolution I have is to keep being fucking awesome/just awful. Keeping just this ONE will be a piece of cake. My List?? In the circular file where it should have been stored twenty five years ago😂😂

New Years Eve at our new house was perfect and the fireworks show from our own backyard was amazing! I love, love, love being back in the country and I especially love a bunch of rednecks hopped up on Budweiser on New Years Eve who happen to have cornered the market on ALL fireworks in Livingston Parish where we now reside.

Here hold my beer and watch this!! ‘Merica!😂😂😂

The More The Merrier??

We are moving into our new home on January 1st. Currently we are living in an 800 square foot condominium, it’s a one bedroom loft. My stepson and his fiancé are in between apartments, their new one won’t be available until the first, so they moved in with us……Don’t get me wrong, I love these kids like my very own. They are great “kids” but Lord have mercy, try squeezing four adults into 800 square feet. My stepson is 6’4 and has size thirteen shoes lying around. I’m clumsy AF, our home is like an obstacle course, there is constant laundry or dishes being done or food being cooked. With my OCD and anxiety, I’m about to have a fucking heart attack. If I do pass away I may as well look on the bright side knowing that at least I’ll be surrounded by loved ones in our tiny condo because we are practically on frigging top of each other!! I suppose I’ll look upon this as another grand adventure with my precious husband. We feel like teenagers again rather often. I love this new side of him…he’s so much FUN! We laugh with each other, at other people behind their backs and at each other. It’s blissful♥️

We always heard from other empty nesters not to be sad for long because kiddos always come back and they always bring more. If that isn’t spot on advice/sage warning🥰, I don’t know what is. It’s close enough to five o’ clock in my book to start drinking!!

🥃Cheers y’all!!

The Liquor Train Is Pulling Into The Station: Booze, Booze

I’m not sure where I want to go with this post. I didn’t get out of bed until 2:00pm as I was THAT emotionally exhausted from the emotional “festivities” from yesterday, I feel like shit from the weight I’ve gained due to my koo koo meds recently and the gluttonous carbfest I went on yesterday. FUCKING BLAH!!

I suppose I’ve disassociated a bit for my own sanity. I don’t feel bad, I don’t feel good. Neither happy nor sad. Just blah.

I’m dreading the rest of the holidays and our upcoming move. My OCD ignites my anxiety into a fiery frenzy when I think of all of my meticulously placed “stuff” being boxed up and in disarray until I can meticulously put it back somewhere else.

I had an MRI on my back and neck last Tuesday. I got the results back today. Degenerative Disc Disease. Just fucking Jim Dandy. As if I don’t have enough mental and physical disorders and ailments. Just something else to deal with. I would just like to be emotionally normal and totally pain (physically, emotionally and psychologically) free for one week. JUST ONE WEEK! It would be utter bliss.

Well I suppose I’ll get started early this afternoon with a little holiday cheer (Evan Williams Eggnog) and try to drown my shitty mood in booze. As my darling fellow blogger @helentastic always so eloquently puts it, xxCHEERSxx!

My Family Puts The Dysfunction In Dysfunctional Family

I made it through a nerve racking holiday with my dysfunctional family with a minimum of hiding in my old closet in the fetal position, having a panic attack. Jesus Christ, all of those fuckers get worse every year. I wanted to claw my own eyes out of my face……but my son came in from Houston, my daughter, son-in-law and my brand spanking new grandbaby gathered there so it wasn’t all bad. I love all of their faces so much♥️My Husband has been being totes awesome because he knows holidays are a trigger for me. I’m also DEFCON-5 with anxiety about the move. Delighted about the house but the mere notion of packing up and do the act of moving. It makes me shudder.

I saw my mother-in-law, my stepbabies and my other three grandsons, so at the end of the day, I do have many blessings and plenty to be thankful for.

I’m thankful for this picture of my “baby” holding his baby nephew💕💕My heart is just bursting with love!!