Presented By a Cousin of Mine (what a great extended family I have!)


The Not-So Happy Family of Wanderers

I haven’t taken many vacations throughout my adult life. Little things would stand in my way, such as lack of money. I did manage to take one this year over my son’s spring break, but it was two days only and we barely did anything other than visit the Children’s Museum. (Which was great fun!)

The longest, probably most planned out trip I took in my “adult” life was one week after I graduated high school. My father packed myself, step sister, her son, my step mom, and himself into an RV to drive down to Texas. They had it planned out to the exact minute of every day. Which in my mind, didn’t sound to exciting because I thought schedules were for losers. I could appreciate things that needed to be scheduled, like tours they had planned, but to plan when to eat, when to leave each morning, when to go to bed, and when to pee seemed a bit extreme.

Of course, their carefully laid out schedule was shot directly in the heart the first day. Our RV broke down. Not only broke down, it started on fire. In some teeny tiny little no-man lands of a town. I think the population there were 50 people… and about 45 people showed up to put out the fire.

So we never made it to the first camping site. Instead, we were holed up in the town’s only hotel that probably never saw tourists before. I’m fairly certain it was the hotel men brought their mistresses too or kids came to drink and get high. I mean, the town wasn’t even on the map!

It took two days to fix the RV. Two days of my father’s schedule down the drain. Once we had the RV back and set out again, my stepmother poured over it, in hopes of recovering some of the things we were missing. In the end, she threw up her hands and said forget it and stuck to whatever was left on the schedule.

We managed to arrive in Texas without another hitch. However, the first day there, the schedule was again stomped on because both my father and his wife overslept. Right through breakfast hour and the first activity they had planned.

After that day, things went rather smoothly. They decided to use the schedule as a guideline, rather than something set in stone. We were finally able to relax and have some fun.

On the way back home, they had other things scheduled in other states. That schedule was burned too when the RV caught on fire for a second time, in the country area of Tennessee. No towns nearby. No cars passing by. Nada!

My stepsister and I were forced to walk miles down the road, hoping to find a town… a person… some form of life. We did manage to find one, and the town even had a towing company who we sent back down the road to rescue our family. We decided to take naps on the small town’s benches.

We didn’t get to do any of the planned activities for the ride back home. It took 2 days for them to fix the RV because, being a small town, they didn’t have the correct part for us and had to send someone 100 miles away to get it.

We never had a scheduled-filled vacation again after that. It was all about winging it. Which was a lot easier, in my mind!

This post was in response to the Daily Prompt: The Happy Wanderer.

The Past is Haunting Me!

In the past, I wasn’t always so… responsible. I was young. I was dumb. Typical bullshit. However, it seems to be coming back to haunt me now.

I’m not talking about thugs hunting me down to torture the poop out of me or anything. I’m now being judged because of the events of my past. Let me explain:

I was very much in love in the year 2008. I moved in with this guy. Things were perfect for several months. Until they weren’t. I lost my job, making money tight. This guy tells me he will provide for me, and for about two months he did. I actively looked for a job, but it was put to a screeching halt when I was in the hospital for a week. Weeks after were a hard recovery for me, making job searching a bit hard.

My ex was paying the rent, like I said, for two months. However, after being sick for a week and going through a recovery, I wasn’t really in the mood for those sexy times. He decided to spend our rent money on girls who would have sex with his, so… basically hookers.

Naturally, we got evicted. I couldn’t afford to pay the back rent. I couldn’t for several years. It sat on my record. I was able to find an apartment with a landlord willing to take me, with a cosigner. I have been here for five years now.

I came into money last year. With two kids, I know I need a bigger place than this one bedroom. I set out to find at least two bedrooms (my daughter can bunk with me.) I have another cosigner. But these possible landlord hears the word eviction and starts to panic. It’s nearly seven years old; I have five years of solid rent paying, but they don’t like that little word. Understandable.

You’re probably asking: Why not pay it off then? And my answer is: I’ve tried!

I spoke to the lawyer of the old landlord, but she seemed stumped about it because the old landlord has since passed away. Everytime I call her, it’s “let me do the research!” or “let me see if his wife is still alive!” Or something to that effect. And she never calls me back, even after promising me she will.

I have been trying to pay this since December! It’s like they don’t want my money!!

I have paid Lexington Law to help fix my credit, and one of the things they are challenging is this eviction, but it’s like, “I could have this paid off already if this landlord’s lawyer would stop dicking around!”

I’m hoping something comes up for me. I had a massive panic attack about it last night, even though I knew there was nothing I could do at that moment. I’m tempted to call this lawyer again later today and raise hell and basically say “take my fucking money or get a judge to remove the fucking eviction!”

I just want to find a nice place for my kids to live rather than this shit hole that has drug dealers two doors now. Is that so hard to ask?

The Powerful “No” Moon

The full moon rises. It’s only a matter of time before I become something I am normally not.

Friends and family always tell me how nice of a person I am. I generally say yes to people in need of help, whether it’s a ride to the store, a babysitter for the night, or needing five bucks for some gas. If it’s something I can manage and have no problem with it, the general answer is yes. I rarely ever ask for anything in return as well, unless it’s a high amount of money, then I may ask for it to be paid back. Normally though, I will do anything free of charge and turn down much of everything in return.

I am that person.

I do get screwed over more often than not. Someone uses me, then just ignores me for months on end. And yet, I still do it.

However, the full moon is coming. That’s my one day of being able to say no without feeling guilty for hurting someone. It’s a freeing time. I will yell it at the top of my roof, if I could. “No! No! No to you! No to them! NO!”

If only that were the case sometimes.

This post was a Daily Prompt.

A New World Lost in My Mind


I have decided to start up the blogging thing – again. I had an older blog, but I hadn’t written on it in months, possibly years, and decided I wanted to start fresh. Starting fresh is a good thing sometimes, right? Even if it’s small and silly, like a fresh blog.

I don’t really know what the topic of this blog is going to be, honestly. It might be a bunch of random things, depending on my mood. I have a very crazy mind that drifts onto new things constantly. I swear, no one would want to get lost in my mind because the chances of escaping are slim to none. (I just realized I painted myself crazy, but it’s the truth, I am.)

These topics could vary from school work, world news/topics, to parenting. Some of it might be my pet peeves about stuff, and other things can be about praises to people, places, or things. Like I said, it’ll be totally and completely random!

(I also hope to try to do the Daily Prompt thing from WordPress each day. Hopefully that works out!)

I am not a very good writer. Usually because my brain works faster than my fingers and I get frustrated that I am 20 thoughts ahead of what I want to say. And I am horrible with big words, though I might try sometimes!

Here’s some little fun facts about myself:

  • I have two beautiful and amazing children. They are the loves of my life and I would do anything for them, up to and including moving the moon or sun out of their eyes.
  • I am unemployed, which is why I have so much time to write blog posts! (Though, employed people can find time too. Maybe more than me, actually, because I have full-time mommy duties to attend to sometimes.)
  • I’m short.
  • I like cats. I like dogs. I like horses (from afar!). I like birds.
  • My favorite food is cake. My hips could probably tell you that.
  • I got depression problems, so sometimes my blog posts might reflect that and I am sorry in advance.

As for now, that’s all I got. Hopefully people will stop by, read this, and perhaps enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it all. Off to see the wizard now!


Silly Thought Number 34890

Silly Thought Number 34890:
“What would happen if humans suddenly grew wings?”

I was watching X-Men because my son left it on the TV and I am too lazy to get up to find the remote. One mutant had wings! I was crazy jealous, but then I started to really wonder: if humans grew wings one day, what would happen to the world?

Well, needless to say, all transportation services would have issues. No reason to buy a car if you have wings and could just fly easily to the store or work. And in my little dream world, flying doesn’t tire you out like a long walk or bike ride. You could fly for hours without feeling any effects! So airplane travel would probably cease to exist. Trains, cabs, buses? Things of the past.

A lot of people would probably be out of jobs because of that. Pilots, taxi drivers, the people who make all those things, sales peoples. A lot of unemployment probably. And not only that, but construction workers. No real reason for roads if you are flying in the sky.

I can just picture governments trying to control it. “No kids allowed to fly at [x amount] of feet in the air!” “You need flying lessons!” “You need flying permits!” “Flying over [insert place] is forbidden!” And so on and so on.

I guess some rules would be needed. Like no kids flying without adults. We don’t need Little Timmy taking off and suddenly find himself three states away.

New jobs could open up out of it though: Wing/air Police, Wing Doctors, Flying Teacher, Wing Cleaners! I’m sure some people could think of new jobs needed that I can’t think of.

Oh, the things I think about sometimes. Now, just image if we could swim underwater and be able to breath….