Pandemic Laughter

Winner, winner, chicken dinner

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So I need to get up.  I’m being lazy as hell.  I figure….hey…it’s been awhile since I’ve taken a selfie before getting out of bed…which turned into me cracking myself up after a couple pictures.  So you get the laughing me selfie….zero selfie skill at the moment. 

Now to pry myself out of this bed.

So I need to get up. I’m being lazy as hell. I figure….hey…it’s been awhile since I’ve taken a selfie before getting out of bed…which turned into me cracking myself up after a couple pictures. So you get the laughing me selfie….zero selfie skill at the moment.

Now to pry myself out of this bed.

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So last night as I was getting ready to go to work, BF had walked me to my car and he pointed out that one of my tires was flat.  SHIT!  I usually give myself plenty of time to deal with things like that and still not be late to work, but I’ve been slacking more lately and was actually in the process of leaving later for work than I ever have.  
The hospital has a points system that sucks ass, in which you get points taken away from you if tardy (even one second) or sick or anything like that.  Double points against you on weekend hours.  After a few points they can or will fire you on the spot (not sure how that really works). 
I’m just adding the points up in my head when I see the flat tire—-shit—-here comes another point.  As I was thinking this BF hands me the keys to his car (obviously pictured above—even though this is just another testament to how poorly I take pictures—-because it looks better than this picture).  And told me to take it with no arguments from me. 
So he saved my ass last night.  I did have a sweet ride in the process of my ass being saved.  
But that isn’t all the story. 
He also fixed my flat tire on my car while I was gone. 
There is more. 
And he added keyless entry to my car.  (I had to open my doors with the actual old school 80s way of putting the key in the hole before this.)  
I’m still in shock.  A happy shock, but still in shock.  

So last night as I was getting ready to go to work, BF had walked me to my car and he pointed out that one of my tires was flat.  SHIT!  I usually give myself plenty of time to deal with things like that and still not be late to work, but I’ve been slacking more lately and was actually in the process of leaving later for work than I ever have.  

The hospital has a points system that sucks ass, in which you get points taken away from you if tardy (even one second) or sick or anything like that.  Double points against you on weekend hours.  After a few points they can or will fire you on the spot (not sure how that really works). 

I’m just adding the points up in my head when I see the flat tire—-shit—-here comes another point.  As I was thinking this BF hands me the keys to his car (obviously pictured above—even though this is just another testament to how poorly I take pictures—-because it looks better than this picture).  And told me to take it with no arguments from me. 

So he saved my ass last night.  I did have a sweet ride in the process of my ass being saved.  

But that isn’t all the story. 

He also fixed my flat tire on my car while I was gone. 

There is more. 

And he added keyless entry to my car.  (I had to open my doors with the actual old school 80s way of putting the key in the hole before this.)  

I’m still in shock.  A happy shock, but still in shock.  

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Vacation time

I just got home from work. One of the first things the boy is telling/asking me is about San Diego comic con and that it’s coming up and how we should go.

Do my kids have any ability to actually be part of reality? Ok, I can’t lie that I like the fact that they are all just….hey, let’s pick up and go. We will be going to camp in Indiana instead this upcoming week.

I’m volunteering to be the nurse at a kid’s camp. This should be fun.

Ok. I should get some sleep so I can pack soon.

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Jonathan's funeral fund by Buffie Gibson - GoFundMe

darthstripmaul:

spiralingsidewayz:

A boy who went to school with my kids killed himself yesterday. Jonathan wasn’t even in high school yet.

Trish is a single parent with a few more kids at home to take care of and could use some help giving Jonathan a nice funeral.

If you have a few spare dollars, I’d appreciate it if you could help her out. If you don’t, that’s okay. I totally understand not having the money to help out right now.

One thing all of you can do for me is take a minute and really talk to your kids today about the importance of being kind to others. It’s our job as parents to teach our children better. Things like this shouldn’t happen to a little boy and his family.

A teary eyed boost.

I was bullied. This is fucking awful.

Boost

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GPOYW x2 because I’m sure I missed a picture of myself some hour or day.  And because great bed head (yes, I dropped my kids off at camp with this great hair) 

Now going back to that bed right now for the making of some even more epic bed head.  

Yes, I’m working tonight.

GPOYW x2 because I’m sure I missed a picture of myself some hour or day. And because great bed head (yes, I dropped my kids off at camp with this great hair)

Now going back to that bed right now for the making of some even more epic bed head.

Yes, I’m working tonight.

Filed under gpoyw selfie in the sunlight

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It’s fucking gorgeous outside.  I’m hating that I need to go get some sleep after I finish my toast with nutella.  I’d much rather be playing outside doing something. I guess I get to be camping all next week, so I shouldn’t fuss too much.  

GPOYW…..nope can’t see the camera to see the picture I’m taking.  And when do those toads/frogs in the pond ever stop that ridiculous noise.

It’s fucking gorgeous outside. I’m hating that I need to go get some sleep after I finish my toast with nutella. I’d much rather be playing outside doing something. I guess I get to be camping all next week, so I shouldn’t fuss too much.

GPOYW…..nope can’t see the camera to see the picture I’m taking. And when do those toads/frogs in the pond ever stop that ridiculous noise.

Filed under gpoyw

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Gotta Love It

I have a huge day in front of me today.  

I have a meeting at 830, but need to get kids to camp before that.  Meeting that is hours and hours long meeting, but hopefully it will be something that sparks some future ideas. 

I have a lunch date. 

I have to finish getting the boy’s birthday stuff together today (you know wrapping gifts and finding a cake and such as that for the birthday dinner gathering later). 

I have to get kids back from camp and get them to the birthday dinner.  (Arriving home with 2 extra kids, because I can’t ever just have my own kids in the house.)

Wonder how to squeeze in multiple loads of laundry, dishes, cleaning out a car and planning and packing for overnight camp for all the kids and me in Indiana next week. 

I have to sit in awe at some point and realize that my youngest baby (aka the boy) is turning nine today.  

All this and my body decided to wake up before 4 am.  Thankfully I decided to get some other things done instead of trying to lay here and hopefully fall back asleep.  

I should be thankful I had a few hours of sleep and I am. 

I’m looking forward to getting back into my bed tonight already. 

Sometimes people say, I don’t know how you do it all and I think—what are they talking about.  I barely do a damn thing.  Then on days like this or when I take a moment to work out all that is really going on in my life——yeah, I don’t know how I do it either.  That’s a lot of shit going on all at once.