my mind always goes to the laugh?

I know something is strange about me...on the flight to Michigan, mom & I had different seats.  At one point, somebody farted.  Or shit in the airplane bathroom and REALLY shit.  As we all started coughing and getting sick on the smell, the man next to me said, "Well, somebody ate meat".  For some reason, his red faced, older, buzzed on Corona face will always be associated with that phrase.  I laugh when I think about that.  It DID smell like somebody ate meat.  But who says that?  I did laugh out loud. Cuz that shit was funny.

Same flight, surrounded by a French family (besides red faced Corona drinking older man) and I kept looking at the woman next to me.  Partly because I'm curious what her life must be like...what her youth was like, what it's like to be the grandma to the children that were with her, to be the parent to the man or woman who are the children's parents...I guessed all of this based on interactions and my people watching fetish....I looked at the peach fuzz on her face.  Her tired eyes, her smile.  The red face said "Well, somebody ate meat", and I was like, "Fucking really?".  I was having a grown up moment.  Way to foil it, red face.  The fact that all the males in the family had on Buccaneers gear.  And the fart.  Always the fart.

I am tedious with details.  They're fascinating.

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I went on Pinterest tonight to create a board.  "Back to School for Mama".  Yes, I'm going back to school...and excited about it!!!

Everything I searched on Pinterest came up with ideas for being a mom sending your child to college, which is great, and we are sending a child to college this year, but what about me?  Where are ideas for 39 year old women headed back to school?  To finish the degree they didn't finish when they were youngER?  They got caught up partying in the 90's, had some fun, thought they figured it out, had a beautiful daughter, & didn't finish school?  Where's that funny pinterest card?  Where's that neat idea to pin to my board?

I searched "back to school mama", "mommy back to school", "back to college"...in retrospect, those clearly pulled up what they should.

I think this is what I like to call #whitegirlproblems.  Whatever you want to call it, I want to go back to college!

That plan, about to be working, was my excitement for the week...that and got my crazy pills adjusted.  Better dosage & I feel great.

Stephen got Brendan tonight, then got sushi for us, and came home with sushi dinner.  What a fun night...pillows on the floor, chopsticks, & listening now to our sons talking to each other, getting caught up.  Baby girl in bed & Bug is at her cousin's.

"The Conjuring" again, because it rocks.

Happy weekend, friends!

new day looked beautiful today!

As we navigate this parenting thing, we lived through a scary night last night as our oldest was in a car accident.  She is okay, thank goodness.  The other driver is okay, too, thank goodness.

We do everything we can to keep our kids safe and teach them right, and it is disorienting to know that there are some things that happen that we can't influence.  Like accidents.  We're so glad she's okay, and everybody was okay.

On the way home from the hospital, Stephen was involved in an accident.  A pedestrian stepped out in front of him, we think drunk, and he hit him.  I've never seen my husband as shaken as he was last night.  The man got up, wouldn't accept help from Stephen, and apologized for hitting his car!  Stephen stopped, got out, and tried to help him.  Tried to call an ambulance.  The man wouldn't let him, and left.  I looked at Stephen's car this morning and there is damage.  Stephen, and our youngest son and youngest daughter, all saw this, and nobody slept well.  We think the man was intoxicated, but it doesn't matter.  Stephen didn't do anything wrong, but it doesn't matter.  He still is seeing that image and worrying about that man.  He called HCSO when he got home and reported it, and we have no way of knowing that the man is okay.  No news is probably good news here, as we would've heard if he went to the hospital because Stephen reported it.

I called my mom immediately, crying.  I had a scary experience with our child, and then she had one with her son-in-law.  So funny how you always want your mom.

We're left to wonder if the man is okay.  I hope so.  Please pray for him.  And please pray for my husband and children, as they deal with those images.

It's probably not just a parenting thing, but a being a human thing.  Don't we all just want each other to have love and give love?  And not get hurt...and do the right thing.  I know we did.  I know, but it still is sobering.

fists pounding, feet stomping, ugliest face

I had a temper tantrum this morning, and am using my blog briefly to explode so I can calm back down and act like a grownup.  If you don't want to see a middle aged white woman act like a crazy bitch, click the little "x" at the top of the tab now.

Dear HOA of the neighborhood we rent in a house in,

Fuck you.  You, and others like you, have too much power.  I'm sure that if we knew somebody, or had a friend in your sad, ridiculous exclusive little circle of power hungry assholes, we would not have had to pay the almost $200 it cost to get my teenage daughter's car out of tow.  No note, no knock on the door, you see the car every fucking day in the driveway, so you know it belongs to somebody that lives here and isn't unauthorized.  Fuck you and the over-sized, overpriced SUV you rode in on.  

We will be moving out of this neighborhood (thank goodness) in less than a year, and I will be giggling, full of delight, as we pull out of here for the last time.

By the way, this neighborhood is nice......but it isn't that nice.  There are foreclosures every third or fourth house, the houses are way too close together, all look alike, and, quite frankly, this neighborhood is overrated.  I feel anxious and claustrophobic in this neighborhood.  To the neighbors that like this neighborhood, I apologize if that offends you.  It's just not my style, and I'm grateful that we are renting.

HOA nazis - next time you're speeding through the neighborhood in your monster sized gas sucking off road that never goes off road vehicle and speed over a speed bump, spilling your frapuccino all over you, while you cuss into your bluetooth, I'll be laughing.

Sincerely,

The bitch that lives 10 houses down from the newest neighbor, the sex offender