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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
December 10, 2016 at 8:26am December 10, 2016 at 8:26am
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And now for...another rip roaring edition of:
Prompt: Tell us about something or someone that is frustrating you.
How does EVERYTHING sound? Pretty damn good to me! It's major crunch time. I will be on a plane in exactly one week, heading overseas for my son's wedding and I feel like nothing I wanted to get done before leaving is actually finished. We have such a tendency to get things about 90% done, and then stop there.  This always pisses me off. For instance. We updated the kitchen in October 2010 and the damn molding is still scattered between the small bathroom and the garage. 
So we undertook the main bathroom. New cabinet and sink, painted, pulled the cabinet out from the wall, sanded and stained it. Which took me for freakin ever because of the damn 10 layers of blue paint on that damn thing. There are still remnants of the blue. My oldest just says it looks distressed. I'll say! Anyway, I finally put that puppy back on Thursday because at this point I'm just sick of it. If I had to sand that wood one more time my arms would vibrate right out of their sockets from the electric sander. Besides the fact that Winter has decided to grace us with its presence and it's too cold to be doing that kind of work outside.
The entire plan was to update the upstairs bathroom, and move the old sink to the basement bathroom so that we will have an extra toilet and sink since my new daughter-in-law will be living with us. At 9pm last night I was informed that while yes, we will get the basement bathroom updated, it won't be before we leave.    I want to scream, and run through the fucking house ripping my hair out. Like seriously!
Why? Why? Why? Why do certain people constantly make promises they don't keep? Why say we're going to do something and not follow through? Why? I want to fucking know why it's always so damn easy to put me last? This house last. I'm so fucking sick of it I'm doing things that are now annoying even me.
I mean how many times can I lift clothing up off the floor and run the vacuum under them, only to drop said clothing back where they were? Who am I fooling? I'm getting so bad I'm even making my side of the bed nicely, and doing his side sloppily. It's freakin insane! And the biggest problem is I'm not even annoying him like he is annoying me.
This wedding has taken what's left of my sanity. My kid is so damn picky about his clothing for the wedding I just gave up yesterday. We bought him a tux, the cummerbund, bow tie and the cool white shirt with tame ruffles and black buttons. But Mr. Super Slim didn't like the way the arms of the shirt looked. [I like doing things in 3s  ] The little shit made a point to call me yesterday to return the shirt, instead of telling his father. Oh thanks. I get to be the bearer of bad news. Don't think I didn't figure that out instantly Z. I mean who in the hell is going to see what the arms of the shirt look like beneath the jacket? I really wanna know. And I pointed out it's one fucking day! One day! God forbid we can suck it up for one day. But noooo. Not happening. Happy shopping Z. We returned that shirt last night so good luck to you on replacing it.
Oh, and then last night he informs me that he's not staying with us at our house when we get there. Nope. He's staying with his soon to be wife. Which of course I'm the only one who had an issue with that. My youngest D just had to point out that I've had 24 years with Z. Really? I didn't realize that. I'm the mom damn it. And an emotional mom. And I don't care that they will be living with us. It's going to be different. He will be someone's husband. His wife will take the top spot. So shoot me for wanting to have a few extra days with my kid before he takes that walk and I have to suck it up that he's not my little boy anymore.
I've been maxing out my credit cards and using my savings to pay the damn bills when they come. I hate that. Watching my little savings account taking the plunge makes me crazy, but since I don't make shit I don't have any other choice. I am seriously thinking it's time to get a job on my own. No more working at our place. At least I will get a steady paycheck, but that also comes with having to be there longer than my little schedule that I tweak at will now. I do like being part time, but I don't think it's financially beneficial to myself any longer. So having to suck up that freedom will more than likely hurt on a few levels.
Since I'm on an 80k student loan, I am going to need a strategy to earn some extra money to help my kid pay off that debt. Otherwise they will be living here indefinitely. Besides, bad mother that I am, I have dreams of turning that bedroom into my office.  I can just see it. A purple room with a nice desk and comfy leather chair and my lappy. And maybe a flat screen to watch tv when I want. A room all mine to blast my music and shut the world out. Oh yeah, that sounds just yummy to me.
I have got to finish the rest of the Christmas shopping before we leave. I haven't even started packing yet. With the time frame and celebrating Christmas the day after we get home, things have to be bought asap. Granted I have the majority of it complete, but there are still little things to do. I'm not even going to bother wrapping presents until I get back, so that will probably annoy me when I get home. Oh well.
We have a family part tonight, which is actually this afternoon. And. We are getting around 9" of snow tonight. Oh goodie. I don't know if I can get to the snowblower right now since we forgot to throw away the last of the crap from the basement clean out, which is now all piled in my garage.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I think I'd better stop before it becomes impossible to put on my happy face and show up at the party my chipper self. I'm sure they will all be doting on Z, and gushing about this wedding. Planning this huge event from two different countries has been a nightmare. I admit it. So it just better go off well. I think my biggest obstacle will be having to do the seating arrangement. I dread that.
I'm off to shop before the storm hits. Bet this will be fun.
Happy holidays everyone. Not sure when I'll get to blog next, but knowing the rant is still brewing the odds are I'll be back before 2016 comes to a close.
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
