Friday Favorites-
Topaz…..as I told her earlier, this causes my mind to reel. The bit of long hair, the necklaces, the wisp of material covering, that ‘sweet’ spot her cleavage creates, ok yes, and the FRISKY ink….sensory overload. And in a good way.
The Reluctant Princess…..wine. bath. bubbles. She had me at hello, er um, her in the tub. ~wink~
Barefoot Dreamer….. and NO it’s not just bc seeing her texts/IMs/FBmsgs, etc give me butterflies and draw up thoughts of pushing her back up against a wall in a dark corner and doing very bad things to her….her photography and pictures are amazing
If you haven’t done so already- hit the girls up!
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Who would have thought my kiddos going back to school would actually cause me to be busier than I was when they were out. Good lord, the blur of craziness the last couple week have been for me! I think I might catch a break the middle of next week and actually be able to breathe again. Part of the issue is that the HUGE children consignment sale that comes twice a year happened to fall the week after school resumed. I always consign/participate and it’s a ridiculous amount of work. But thankfully, always pays off, making it worthwhile. Add in the mix, two separate parent nights (one for each kiddo), a very pregnant Daisy dog, household upkeep, a self created To-Do list…. Honestly. The last two weeks have been such a blur I don’t even know what day it is barely.
Anyway. Speaking of parent night. I have mentioned my kids school PTA in previous posts. We live in a tiny town. They dynamics of our PTA is….um….well, reminds me of high school. A group of cliquey, catty, snarky women. There are those that are PTA moms and then those of us that ‘are not’. And it’s a very clear line. At first I tried to pretend it was in my head. But uh, no. I could give you scenario after scenario. Whatever. It’s a whatever. *rolling eyes* I just do my thing and pretend to play nicey nice to get by. I enjoy volunteering at the school, in the classrooms and I’m not going to let wanna be high school girls trying to re-enact the movie Heathers fuck that up.
So the first night went down drama free, with out incident (other than the usual BS).
The second night however… Whoa. I have officially met the. biggest. asshat. EVER. From the beginning of the evening the man (father of some poor child) was a complete ass- being belligerent, rude, highly inappropriate and quite obviously had a massive chip on his shoulder regarding…. teachers? parents? schools? school systems in general? the human race???? I couldn’t even begin to recount what took place but a mini-riot ensued. Seriously. It was insane. I do not handle confrontation well at all and my anxiety was through the roof. I pity not only the child of that person but also the poor, poor teacher that will have to deal with that parent for the entire school year. Gah….
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So there you go. It’s Friday! Time to decompress and let loose.
~ xo






















































