Diva's??

Webster's definition of Diva is: goddess, from Latin, feminine of divus divine, god.

I want to be a Diva.

There are (according to Google): Cruise Diva's, Tango Diva's, Singing Diva's, Wine Diva's, Diva Perfumes, Phenomenal Diva's, Stitch Diva's, Blogging Diva's, Web Design Diva's, Hotel Diva's, Surf Diva's, Troubled Diva's, Diva clothing, Scrapbook Diva's, Dashing Diva's, Movie Diva's, Quiz Diva's, and Diva Lingerie.

Hell, there is even a Diva Cup. (You do not want to know what this is...trust me.)

But...is there a Sandy Diva? ohhellno

I can't be a Cruise Diva - have never been on a cruise. Don't tango. I am not what you would call phenomenal at anything. I don't sing (not in front of people anyway. Thank your lucky stars for that one.) I don't surf (unless you count surfing blogs or the internet.). Scrapbook? I don't have time for that. Hotel? Have stayed in a few. Quiz Diva? Ohgod, does that mean I have to answer questions??

And I sure as hell don't need a Diva Cup. Mother nature took care of that for me thankyouverymuch.

Let's see...can I be a Peon Diva? or "I've had AOL for over 10 years" Diva? or "I have a 23 yr old son and am always broke" Diva? or "the laundry needs done - again" Diva? or "Nonglamorous" Diva? Is there such a thing?

Do Divas have to be gorgeous? Can't there be a plain-jane Diva?

Everytime I sign online, or look in a magazine - you see women who are called "Diva's"...they dress very nice, have great hair, money, jewelry...

Me? Jeans and tennie runners - and hair that I fight every day to lay straight...(yes, God had a good laugh when he made me with kinkycurlywavyfrizzy hair).

Diva's seem to have this magical life. They tour and have people wanting their autographs, taking their pictures, filling their every wish.

Me? Data entry, fixing puters, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, making beds.......

I don't have to be a beautiful Diva (cause then you would hate me wouldn't you?...well, thats what the commercials say!)...

But it would be kind of nice to be a goddess...just for a little while :)

Halloween...

Boo!

Scared ya didn't I?

No?

Shit.

I can try again. No? Oh, okay.

Damn.

I like Halloween. I love seeing all the little kids dressed up, grinning from ear to ear holding out their candy bags.

We don't get as many kids now as we used to, but it's still fun. Last year we had the normal little devils, vampires, fairies, princesses, cowboys and even Jeff Gordon. Yes, Jeff Gordon. That little guy was so proud of himself. I teased him and told him he could at least have been Elliott Sadler! The Dad laughed and told me thats what his wife said!

It's sad that the kids can't go trick or treating like we used to. My brothers and I would be gone the two full hours. We did the plat where we lived and always crossed the highway to the apartment complex. Hey! Lots of doors real close together there. Popcorn balls, BIG Hershey bars (not the little things like you buy now). So much candy we used pillow cases instead of pumpkins or bags. We always got enough candy it lasted us until Easter.

Mom had these huge jars, the kind pickles came in. We each had about ten that we put our candy in and put a sticker with our names on them.
If you got into someone else's jar, you were dead meat.

Yes, we did the bad kid stuff. Soaped windows and tp'd houses. Nothing damaging. My cousin once soaped all the windows on our house. He was mad at my Mom for something. Only thing....he used Dove soap. Came off that night when it rained.

I think its cool that some of the smaller cities and towns around here have special Halloween parties for kids. The malls do too.

But there's nothing like going door to door and saying "Trick or Treat"...unless of course some smartassed Dad says "I wanna a trick".

Now days I would just tell him, "Sweetie, your heart couldn't handle it".
:)

I am in Magic Bullet Hell...

Ohgod, someone please tell me why they allow infomercials on television? And why, oh why oh why does the roomie watch them??

The other day when I got online I noticed that he had used my puter, and had visited a website about an item he saw on tv. I knew, I just knew he had ordered it.

Not just one - two. Two little tiny food processor like items. And he has such grand plans for these things.

And he doesn't cook. Ever. Unless you count heating up a can of soup on occassion.

He now wants to buy daquiri mix and pina colada mix to make drinks. He wants to buy fresh fruit and carrots to try the juicer. He wants to make milk shakes, smoothies, alfredo sauce and pesto sauce.

He won't even eat pesto sauce.

I won't eat pesto sauce.

What in the hell IS pesto sauce??

He says I can make scrambled eggs in 3 seconds. Mix them anyway. I can do that with eggs in a bowl and a fork...and I don't have to clean some little thingie with sharp blades on it.

He paid $99 for these two things. And $39.99 to ship them.

I can imagine we can sell them in a yard sale next spring for maybe $10?

The sky is falling! The sky...errr...the ceiling is falling???

Yes, the ceiling is falling. In the kitchen.

Arrrggghhhhh

It's been this way for a while. At least the four years I have lived in the roomies house.

And it's getting worse.

Little pieces falling every day...laying on the kitchen counter.

Maybe Santa will bring me a hardhat. A red one.

Speaking of red, have I told you about the red, white and blue shag carpet?

In the bathroom.

In a house that had just two of the male species in it for years until I moved in.

(There WILL be a bonfire someday. Soon).

And, the tile was taken off one wall in the bathroom and the medicine cabinet does not cover the huge hole in the wall. He almost bought paneling...three years ago.

I could climb in there and get lost (hey, I might actually get some action in there...lord knows what I might find).

Bookcases cover the hole at the bottom of the staircase. It's been that way for a while. At least 7 years.

A mouse did not make the hole.

The living room needs painted again, and I will...after the work around the new door that was installed, a year and a half ago, is finished. It needs to be taped and mud put on the drywall. Oh, and the closet doors need put back on where the entertainment center was going to be built. Then I will paint.

Ohhh, the house could be such a cute place. Truly. It has a really nice huge front porch. A small pond has been added, along with tons of plants and flowers. I did that :)

The work inside will get finished. Eventually.

When I can convince the roomie to hire a contractor.

My son has grown up...

Ok, my version of a "Mommy Blog" here.

I am the mother of a 23 yr old son. My one and only child. The light of my life. I truly feel that God gave me a gift that day in April 1982.

Ohhhhh I am not saying this child of mine hasn't caused me some grief and more than my share of gray hair! Because he has, he definitely has! But, he has also shown me the true meaning of the word "love".

He moved to Michigan a little over 4 yrs ago. I hated (and still do to be honest) him leaving, but this was something he wanted and needed to do. He wanted to try to get to know his father and his family there. And, he wanted to try and get into the trades.

And he has done it :) He is an apprentice pipefitter. Learning to weld. His foreman is thrilled with him, the company he works for loves him. He works hard, will try anything, will work overtime if needed. And he loves the money. Well, the money he WILL make someday.

My boy has been through a lot in the past 3 yrs. More than most people should ever go through. He was in a major explosion, followed by 18 surgeries I believe its been now. And, for a while after that he decided to live a little on the wild side...and got himself into some trouble. But, he has faced it all. He could have tried to run away from his problems, but he hasn't. He is working very hard to make something of his life.

My son is growing up.

Even though I don't get to see him as often as I would like, we talk all the time. We share our lives and we always tell each other "I love you".

He is a good kid. Tall and handsome. (Hey, he's my boy! And I think he's gorgeous!) He wants a family someday and I know he will be a great father to his children. He is strong, determined and yet has a heart the size of Texas.

He is my son, and I love him. Very much.

Random observations and thoughts...

Such a waste of trees...Political signs on the side of the road. Do these people honestly think I will vote for them because they have more signs littering the roadside than someone else? I don't think so.
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I read the other day that oil prices were the lowest they have been in 3-4 months, yet gas prices are at record highs.

Hmmmm....can you say "price gouging"?
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When in Daytona Beach recently I noticed that about 80% of the people on the beach do not look in mirrors before they go out.

My eyes are still trying to heal.
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I have a cold. I've been sick for three days now and when I go to the store to find my over the counter medicine I have to get it over the prescription counter.

Grrrrrrrr (yes, this cold has made me grumpy.)
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Lose 20 lbs and go from a size 10 to a size 2! Just buy their food and ta-da! You are skinny! Even chocolate!

Then...when you quit eating their food and go back into the real world and gain 30 lbs back....well, you can buy their food all over again!
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Jimmie Johnson is still a dipshit.
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If you add "desktop weather", "news updates" and other items such as this to your start up on your puter....it may run slower.

Someone please explain this to my roomie. He won't listen to me.
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The weatherman predicted a 30% chance of rain today.

We are getting all 30%.
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Sweetest day is October 15th.

I accept all gifts :)

Sunday means Nascar, visiting Mom and Tommy Lee?

Dear Jimmie Johnson,
Ohhh poor baby got caught in a crash. Did your car get a boo-boo? Well, stupidsombitch, it's what you get after causing the big one 20 laps into the race. Dumbass. You keep saying someone bumped you in the butt - I don't think so (and neither do the race announcers). They showed the replay, a lot, and there was no one near you. You bumped Elliot Sadler and then all hell broke loose. Thank God no one was hurt. And now you grump because someone else did it, caused another wreck and you got caught in it. Ohgoshdarn...
Signed,
A ticked off Nascar fan

(Did I forget to tell you dear reader that I am sorta kinda a passionate person, and I do get ticked off once in a while...and I don't hold back?)
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Took Mom shopping again today. She loves it. We went to Toys-R-Us and had a ball playing with things. Elmo hasn't danced that much in a long time (ya just gotta make them dance!). Mom's first great great grandchild will be one next Sunday so we had fun shopping for him. She also was playing with the dolls. I think I will try to find her another cabbage patch baby for Christmas, like the one I bought her years ago. She gave it to a granddaughter. I think it might just make her smile.

She also told me that my son needs to find him a girl with long dark hair and big blue eyes. When he does, she says, this girl will have a big heart and love him forever.

I called him and told him...his girl now has long dark hair, but hazel eyes.

ohoh
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Speaking of my son, he sent me a song today. Its a very nice acoustic guitar son...and its by Tommy Lee. Hello Again is the name of it, and I like it. I like it a lot.

Imagine that, me a girl of the 70's liking a song by Tommy Lee. Will miracles never cease?
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And, my friend Lor (Such is Life) has been sending me music by the Eagles. Thank you my friend. Desperado....one of the greatest songs ever written. Even if you don't care for the Eagles you have to admit, it's a great song.
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Work tomorrow. Yuck. I need to win the lottery so I can retire. But, you have to play to win..and well, shit..I forgot to play.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I could handle retirement. Move somewhere near the beach. Ocean...sand...beach patrol. Sigh....