You have stumbled upon the new blog (i.e. random babblings) of a quirky single mom. A shoot-from-the-hip, anti-pink (yet almost gaggingly perky), non-traditional, can cuss like a sailor but loves insanely and has the save the world syndrome gal who is bracing for a future as a Crazy Cat Lady though she secretly hopes like hell it doesn't come true. Enjoy your stay and feel free to say hi- I don't bite. Well, unless we're dating and you are into that type of thing or you contain peanut butter. >;-)
Quirky single mom of two monkeys.
I used to beat up the kids that picked on the "special students" during recess. Now I work with those with chronic mental illness.
I speak quite a few languages, enjoy coed naked underwater basket weaving, have an addiction to Sushi and humor is my defense mechanism.
Arrogant people make my right eye twitch.
I'm ambidextrously brained, I will knit for tattoos, I am the friend that everyone comes to for advice and bail money. I pride myself on keeping my eyes, ears, heart and mind open. Making me laugh goes a long way with me, I think the brain is the sexiest organ and I'm the kinda gal you can take anywhere and I'll have a good time.
Other than that, I'm just me.
Dear Mr. Hipster in MiniVan That Decided Stop Signs STILL Don't Apply to Him,
It's very sweet that you clearly have a desire to ram your large vehicle into me. Most men would start with dinner, but not you. You go the extra 30 mph, throw caution to the wind and laugh in the face of traffic signs just to get to me. As we begun our usual dance of me blaring my horn at you and you lifting your Starbucks Venti Whatever to salute me, don't think I didn't notice that this time you added a wink. And the smirk when lilest rolled down the window and screamed "I KNOW HOW TO SPELL CREEP NOW YOU BIG ILLITERATE JERK!!" was oh so charming. Well until it turned to confusion when eldest rolled hers down and said "YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO BE ABLE TO READ!! THE SHAPE AND COLOR IS UNIVERSAL FOR A REASON!! YOU MUST HAVE CHEATED ON THE TEST!!!"
But, my favorite look of yours was the sweet look of slight terror when we followed you to your house and all honked, smiled and waved. Yes, we now know exactly where you live. So, I'll stop by and say hi when I want to see you again. No one likes a pushy guy. Play a little hard to get from now on please.
Or else. My YOU KNOW WHY is soooooo ready.
<3, Me
P.S. Your stupid soul patch is still crooked. Only now in the other direction. That takes talent.
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