And, this is one of the reasons they call me "Queen" ......

Hurry, hurry, emergency!
Don't get in the way of me
I'm in a hurry can't you see
What is your problem? Stupidity?

My Trash BUCKET LIST

Hey! Guess who's blogger of the week over at http://www.littleelfs.com/ <3 ... Me! That's who!! 

(**walking away now with a cocky swagger :) **)

Don't I know you!?

Surely, I'm not the only person who talks to them self  in the mirror?  Certainly, you have those moments when you are the only company you seek or desire.  Or, perhaps you are simply not as charming and captivating as I am and therefore have not fallen into the trap.

This Is Not What I Ordered!!!

No matter how hard I try, life can't be funny all the time .....

I want to scream, sometimes, loudly

I've got a new blog button!!

black cats, fat elves and rabbits feet

Sweet Merciful Crap HOLY SHIT!  I AM an Old Wife!? You know the infamous "Old Wives Tales".   No, I don't mean saggy, wrinkly, buttocks..... I'm referring to the urban legends, the so-called "proverbs", the "tales" that consist of  foolish, made up drivel.  When the hell did that happen? 

URINE for a big surprise!

I cried "happy" tears again today 
(I know, sappy, blubbering idiot, get a grip!)....

I've been awarded the Blogger Crush Award!

NOT Mommy of the Year (and proud to accept the award!)

It's 12:10 AM and I lay in bed, awake, with a tear in my eye. 

A Trip Down Memory Lane

From a blog entitled "A trip down memory lane" you're probably expecting some sort of journal, diary, memento of my life, starting as a child and progressing through the awkward tween years, the irritating teen years, the partying 20s, the awakening of the 30s and the enlightening of the 40s....and that would be one very exciting story, I can GU-AR-AN-TY you that!....the problem?  the "trip" and the "memory" parts ...

My Thanks for... and Presentation of.... The Versatile Blogger

Once you choose hope, anything's possible.

This weeks Blog Hop is #FindingHope....

Once you choose hope, anything's possible.  ~Christopher Reeve

 When I was younger, "hope" meant "wish",  usually with a selfish twist, not being totally sure of the outcome... first star, fairy princess, coin-in-a-fountain types of wishes.... the kind you didn't need to work for, just sat back and waited for the magic .... I "hope" he asks me out, I "hope" I pass this test, I "hope" my parents don't find out I ----,   ....well I'm not going to spill it now!  HOPE was all about me, what I wanted for me...

I need some mo' Joe to get back my mojo

This morning I faked sleeping.  I know immature, selfish.  I couldn't help it and, if you've read any of my other posts, you would have to agree, I kind of earned it.  Besides, people fake a lot more serious things than that to make other people feel good....today I wanted to feel good.