5 Dirty Little Confessions
Ooooh it’s Friday night. It’s 11pm.
Time to fess up.
There’s a reason my 3yo is telling her teen sisters and older brother that they are “Pains in her ass”.
She went wild outside yesterday. She kept running away from me. Getting too damn close to the curb. Then ran out of the supermarket while I was paying. I want to put a leash on that child. Last night, while alone in the kitchen with hubby, I told him that Natasha was being a pain in the ass.
Don’t know where the little creep was hiding and heard me. She’s so tiny sometimes I walk past her and ask where she is.
Also? Damian was outside the bathroom door this morning telling younger teen that he needs to poop and if she didn’t get out of the bathroom he’d kick her butt.
God knows where he got that one from.
His teachers are going to bloody love me.
Back in the day when I was a teen I use to gamble in the school yard. Yep. We would play dominos, a version of 3 card poker or Gin Rummy. For money. My dad taught me to play sometime before he ran out on us. I never walked away from a junior high school yard game a loser. Nope.
Over the years I played with friends. At some point I had a boyfriend who played dominos for money in the back of the corner bodega (think corner deli). His buddies got pissy everytime I showed up. I was an 18 yo walking out with at least $500 won from a bunch of 30 year olds. They figured they’d take the kid’s money (he was 21). Didn’t know his girlfriend who actually knew how to play would show up. I stopped playing for money when he dumped me for a skinnier chic with bigger boobs.
After the toddlers were born, I introduced hubby to yahoo games and we’d have a way to unwind – both of us at our desks beating each other or tag teaming against others.
Hubby recently had me open a facebook account or him. Why? He wanted to play Texas Hold Em. Readers who’ve been here months before can tell you I had a hatred for Texas Hold Em. I really don’t care to play games through facebook in general. Don’t you dare mention Farms or birds to me. I’ll unfriend your ass.
Hubby has me playing Texas Hold Em with him. Grrrr. And worse of all, I like it. Speaks to the gambler in me.
I’ve seen ‘em and liked all. I just didn’t know where the hell they came from until I Googled it. Just now. Gosh am I behind or what? And now? I want to make one myself and can’t think of a bloody quote.
So here’s my card —–>
Luckily I took a screenshot, because, of course, I did it all backwards and made the card before registering.
Then I tried to register using Facebook and it all went to hell.
Technically challenged? Me? Possibly. Especially when it comes to facebook.
Usually when a client doesn’t know what she wants, I can look at the site and come up options for her to choose from.
But this client, as many other mom-clients, has become a friend. Even more, she’s like a sister.
She gave me a full reading which was awesome and on the money and I had this need to give her the perfect site.
Some time Thursday night, I came across the perfect art, and had the site built within a day. Tell me it’s not beautiful. Go ahead, I dare you. You can see the live site at Mystic Tarot.
What do you get when you cross an embroiderer with a psychic?
The talisman cloth is a custom embroidered keepsake which may be used or displayed according to the desires of the recipient. This particular cloth is intended for use as a display item. This base fabric is a 20×20 piece of soft white glitter felt.
Here’s the centerpiece of the one she’s made for me.
It’s very hindu. the eyes are mother goddess DurgaKali
The butterfly/tiger represents mother goddess’s vehicle, a tiger, and the butterfly represents new beginnings.
Damian was offered a free year of private school. I turned them down. Everyone says I’m crazy. Maybe I am, I just didn’t like the way the administrator stuttered when I inquired about care for students who have high risk peanut allergies. Damian’s a 6 on a scale from 1 to 6. No way am I leaving him anywhere that isn’t a nut free zone.
And that’s it for my confessions.
Do you have a dirty confession to share?