Wordless Wednesday: Too Much Junk = 7 Bags For Donation

Really Blogger? REALLY?? Oh, And It’s Possible I Have an Unhealthy Obsession With Socks.

Let’s just get this random started, I have a lot of pent up energy.

First off, Blogger hates me.  I know it’s personal, and I will not put up with it anymore!  First Blogger ate my comments, so I added a widget.  Then Blogger ate my widget, so I deleted it and went back to the standard craptastic blogger comment form.  But NOOO!  Blogger couldn’t be satisfied with that.  Again my comments were being eaten, so I had to reconfigure it and now I get a few comments now and then.  But I KNOW blogger is still eating them.  The latest move against me is that blogger will randomly change my font, so don’t be surprised if there are three or four different fonts as you’re reading.  I’ve got my eye on you, Blogger.  Your time here is short, don’t mess with me!

It’s spring here, in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, so of course that means rain for days.  I’m tired of the rain, tired of the drizzle and the showers.  I’m tired of the wind and feeling as though my car will be blown off the road at any minute.  There is very little about the rain that I will miss. I will miss listening to the rain as I fall asleep, I’ll miss sharing that with Tysen.  We were at a new year’s eve party and he was sleepy so we sat and listened to the rain.  He still asks if we can snuggle and listen to the rain.  That I will miss. 

I recently discovered the joy of knee socks.  I advise everyone to go out and buy several dozen pairs, because they are freaking amazing!  Now, I'm not talking trouser socks, or anything dignified.  Stripes, plaid, stars, hearts, argyles or anything dorky will do.  I don’t know how to describe the level of comfort, so you will just have to trust me.  Go to Target, buy them, wear them, love them. Go!

You know what I don’t understand?  Well, a lot of things, but this in particular.  Why do people put those little family decals on their car, with the name of each child underneath the little stick figures?  Seriously, could you be any more obvious that you want your child to be abducted?  Maybe I’m just incredibly paranoid, maybe I’m giving it more thought than it requires.  Or maybe some parents aren’t giving it enough.

Phew, I feel better now.  I’m done being random, but there is more to be found if you head on over to The Un Mom.  So go visit, get your random on then go to Target and buy some knee socks!

Road Rage Is Alive and Well My Friends

I love driving in my car, the wind in my hair and singing at the top of my lungs to the greatest songs of the 80s.  Or I used to love these things.  That was before I started commuting to work.  When I first started this job the highway I had to take was under construction.  For almost two years.  The backup was horrific and what should have been a thirty minute drive could easily take 90 minutes.  Over the course of those two years, I learned a lot about myself as a driver (I’m exceptional!) and quite a bit more about my fellow commuters.  I’d like to share some of those lessons with you.  I’m sure you have you’re own, feel free to add them.

If you drive in Washington, there is a rule that MUST be obeyed!  Any deviation from this rule will result in very hostile drivers around you.  Simply put, if you want the person in front of you to speed up, try passing them on the right.  I know, I know.  It’s crazy logic, I mean normally the LEFT lane is for passing.  We have our own rule here though, so if you try to pass someone on the right, 95% of the time they will speed up for a few miles.  For some, the left lane is just a nicer place to drive, at whatever speed feels right.  Doesn’t much matter if that speed is 20mph under the speed limit.  This is also true of drivers from BC.  Don’t get me wrong, I love our neighbors to the north, but they are almost worse drivers than those from Washington.

Now should the worst happen, and your car catches fire it won’t do you any good to have a state patrol car drive by.  I kid you not, last week a car about 1/4 of a mile in front of me pulled off the road with flames coming out the front.  I thought surely the WSP car behind me would pull over to offer some assistance.  Nope, he blew right by the flame engulfed car, along with the rest of us.

I live and drive in the Pacific Northwest.  That means it rains here, frequently.  I would like to assume that most people are aware of how the rain affects the road conditions and are wise enough to alter their driving accordingly.  However there seems to be a rain freak out phenomenon that occurs for 9 months of the year, where drivers forget these lessons.

 I know there are more fine examples of little truths and lessons I have learned along the way, but I have lost my train of thought and so this is all I have to offer you.  Hopefully some of my kind readers will have some to share.

Six Word Saturday

This is my first time participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by Cate over at Show My Face.  The idea’s simple, describe your life, your day, your grocery list, WHATEVER in six words. 

I’m so tired.  Where’s my coffee?

It’s Saturday (duh!) so that means waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, hauling myself into work and wishing I was anywhere else all day long.  To top it off, it’s so sunny and nice outside.  Of course it is, I have to work.  Now, who has my venti white chocolate mocha?

Party Time! 5-Minutes For Mom’s Ultimate Blog Party

This week I am participating in 5 Minute’s For Mom’s Ultimate Blog Party, which starts today, yeah! This is a great way to meet new friends and find some great blogs to add to your reader.  And the best part is that you too can participate.  Head on over to sign up and find out more. 

There may not be cake, but there will be prizes!

If you’ve already jumped on the party bandwagon and are hoping around visiting, Welcome!  Feel free to poke around and get an better look into the way my mind works.  I’ve rambled my way now for about 8 months, and I don’t see the randomness ending anytime soon.  Hopefully the cobwebs and dust don’t scare you off too much.

A bit more about me: I’m in my late 20’s (very late!) and have yet to figure out what I want to do with my life.  I’m a mom to a very rambunctious two year old, who drives me insane and makes me laugh all in the same moment.  I love reading, running and of course social networking.

I can’t wait to visit the other UBP posts and get to know more of the wonderful blogging community.

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Just Another Ordinary Day

Today, as I write this, it is April 6th.  There is very little that is special about the day, it’s cloudy and cold and apparently mother nature is trying to blow down my house.  I got up, got dressed, took my son to daycare and drove into work.  I had to be there to conduct an interview but the candidate was a no show.  My sister sent me a text, asking if I was ok, the only indication that today was not like every other day. 

You see, today is not just another ordinary day for me.  Today is April 6th, a day that will always be marked with sadness and an empty feeling inside a reminder that a part of me is missing.  On April 6th 2006 my mom died suddenly from breast cancer that had gone undetected.  It was shocking and brutal, I felt as though my tether had been cut and I was drifting aimlessly.

I was filled with anger; not at what I had lost, but for what had been taken from me.  I’m still filled with anger that I haven’t dealt with, that I need to deal with to find some peace.  But the wound is still so raw and hurtful.  My mom was my biggest champion, my loudest supporter.  I wrote this post several months ago, and it speaks so clearly to all that I feel every day.  Please read it.

I know I am not the only daughter to lose a mother, the only person to lose a close family member.  That doesn’t make it hurt any less.  It just makes me a member of a very large club I don’t want to belong to.  Today I tried to look at the day, and appreciate the things my mom would have enjoyed.  She loved listening to the rain or watching a storm pass through.  Today it is stormy outside, a perfect reflection of the way my heart is aching.

I’m not sure when I’ll post this, or even if I will.  I think I should, for my sister at least, so that she knows she is not alone and that I feel the same hurts that she does.  I love you mom and I love you Katy.