Not feeling so nice...

I'm a mean person.

There's no doubt about that. Call me high-strung. Call me bitchy. Call me quick-tempered. Call me impatient. Call me whatever. What it all boils down to is the fact that, yes, I'm mean.

I cuss. I cry. I don't hit. I yell. I raise my voice. I say things that I don't mean. I say things that I do mean.

When I feel like I'm being played the fool, I react. When I feel like I'm underappreciated, I react. When I feel like it's only me who's pulling my fair share of the weight, I react. When I feel that things are spiralling out of control -- out of MY control -- I react.

Control freak? Maybe. Stickler for details? Possibly. Crazy? Not even hardly. Normal? I'm pretty sure I'm far from it.

What I do know is that I am mean. Mean because I'm angry. Mean because I'm sad. Mean because I care. Mean because I sacrifice too much. Mean because I love you. I'm just plain mean.

No shoes, no shirt, no problems!

September seems so far away...but in 234 more days I'll be swimming in that beautiful blue water.

32 Flavors

On the way home this evening, I heard that Ani DiFranco would be in town at The Norva on Sunday for a concert. Immediately, "32 Flavors" popped into my head...it's a pretty empowering song for a gal -- in my opinion.

32 flavors

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might wanna turn your head
'cuz some day you are going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i've lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still there's many
who've turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows 'til i passed
and left them alone

god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
'cuz everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past

i never tried to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could
do i not saying that i'm a saint
i just don't wanna live that way
i will never be a saint
but i will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might wanna turn your head
'cuz some day you might find you are starving
and eating all of the words that you said

Once in a Blue Moon...

HARDLY!

Those who know me know how much I love, love, love Blue Moon. I love their seasonal brews a lot, too.

From www.ratebeer.com

I have a 6-pack...no, it's a 5-pack now...of the Rising Moon spring ale in my fridge and I'm totally thinking a cold one will be much appreciated by my taste buds when I get home today.

Too bad it's not summer time yet...I'm anxiously awaiting Honey Moon...the summer ale.

Near and dear to me...

8th row orchestra seats for a Dave Matthews Band show. I love eBay and I'm forever in that eBay seller's debt. Well, no, not really considering I paid a pretty penny for the tickets. I am glad, though, that I decided to fork over the cash because being this up close & personal was like no other DMB experience I've ever had.

You haven't had a margarita until you've been to Babe's in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. It's like a Slurpee, but for adults. Beware of the brain freeze.

It's not often that I get candid photos, but this one means a lot. Aidan and daddy fishing in Hatteras. Who knew that a little Spot could put such a big smile on a boy's face?

My love & I...he's my world. However, eating Bertha's mussels REALLY rocked my world that particular day. Who cares if we were in Baltimore to watch the Yankees & Orioles duke it out? I finally got to eat at Bertha's!

Where has the time gone??

I turned 30 last year.
In February, the hubby & I will celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary -- totalling up to 14 years of togetherness.
In March, the hubby will turn 30...finally...and our daughter will turn 7. Yes, 7.
In April, we'll pay taxes again...booo...hisss!
In May, my parents will celebrate 36 years of wedded bliss...I think this is awesome!
In June, my baby will be 5.
In July, my Mom will celebrate another birthday...and let's just say that she does NOT look her age at all.
Also in July, my kids will start another school year -- I will send my lil' guy off to Kindergarten and my big girl will be a 2nd grader.
August will come and go...
Come September, I'll be 31...or, as I keep saying, 25 with 6 years experience. The hubby & I will also be spending another wonderful week in Playa del Carmen...I cannot wait. Cannot.
In October, my father will celebrate another year of being able to qualify for the senior discount at Golden Corral. He he he. Love you, Dad!
November means my sissy is another year closer to 30 -- 29 is looking good, isn't it???
Ah, yes, and December...good ole December. Bah humbug.

It's 5 o'clock somewhere...

So...

I spent most of my today sitting here at the office (as usual), but it's been a quiet day and, honestly, for the most part I've been reading blogs that are written by people who frequent the Playa del Carmen forums that I participate in. It got me thinking about this whole blog thing and how I really DO need some sort of an outlet to come out of my shell...so to speak.

I find it quite odd that -- in person -- I always have something to say. Always. I talk a lot. Sometimes even to myself. Seriously. However, I've never been much of a journaler...is that even a word or did I just make that up?? Ok, ok...I know what you're thinking...that this post seems eerily familiar to probably my last one...one that was written probably months ago. See...I told you I was no good with the whole journaling thing.

Anyway, it's the start of a new year. I'm not saying that keeping up with a blog is my new year's resolution...I'm just saying that I owe it to myself to lay some things out and get things out of my head and onto paper...or the internet.