I Got Girls

I got girls who have had my back for years, and some who have had my back from distances,  only minutes, and only cyber miles. I am forever greatful they put up with my shit on any level, and they aren’t afraid to give me some credit for being a decent human too.

These women play it classy when I blunt mouth gets out of control.

Some let me corrupt them from ages 12-20.

They’ll be MY designated driver.

They can appreciate a random “Sandman” post card via snail mail.

Drive us everwhere, every time, because I drive a huge truck that eats gas. 

I say “I would love to have that book” and it’s on my doorstep in under three days.

They “Get” my sarcastic, analytical attitude . 

Let ME do her hair, hurt her scalp and still think I’m rad. 

Oh My God they leave me benign emails with subject lines like ,”Big Penis’s and Tight Asses”  and inside the email is a link to Amazon.

I love these ladies. You know who you are. All of you ladies, be good to each-other. We’re a species with immense strengths. We should use them, and stop being petty to one another. That shit makes me mad.

Thanks girls. For being fucking fabulous!!!!

This is the BEST!!

Apples And Oranges

“Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don’t want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top becuase they value quality.”

~Unknown

The Run Down…

…on my weekend. Ugh. Ok. Well so my husband and I were invited to a birthday party of a friend of ours on Saturday night. I did not really want to go (I’m ALWAYS designated driver, sometimes I wish I drank!), but I went anyway. Something about “lets get a sitter overnite” I can’t refuse. So we go, and at 2 in the morning as I’m getting ready to put the truck in gear, the brake line bursts and the peddle goes all the way doooown to the floor! A ginormous puddle of brake fluid puddles up under the truck and we’re officialy stuck. I don’t want to be stuck, at 2am with a bunch of drunk asses. Luckily, our very good friends let us take their truck home. So we made it home, and we have to have the truck towed to the mechanic today, and tomorrow I get to scrub their driveway. Not because they requested it, but because you should have seen that puddle!

Sunday we spent the day trying to figure out why we are at eachothers throats non-stop lately. It’s not fun, and after 11 years, it gets scary when we fight like that. We got a lot of stuff out, and hopefully understood. We’ve gotten along quite well since our talk. I think we both agree it’s stress. General life sucking stress.

Yesterday my in laws had their Labor Day pool party, I went grocery shopping with my mom though. I’m not into swimming, and we need stuff to pack in the kids lunch. AND I got home early enough Nathan and the kids we still gone and Amanda got some time to herself. Much much much needed time.

So today is just another day. I have to get the truck in the shop, Arden’s hair cut, and put a beef roast in the oven. Fun stuff, huh?

Okay well this Beatnik mom, needs some more interesting adventures doesnt she? lol