Last Words

Daily Prompt: Last Words

by michelle w. on November 21, 2012

I took the daily prompt challenge “Last words” as the last time I would ever be able to blog again. My first reaction was to clearly state how I felt about topics and people in general… Well lets be honest my brother came to mind first.  Me being the GOLDEN CHILD and him being THE CHILD EVERYONE HATES, now keep in mind we both are in our thirties and he still has a complex.  Thank goodness I stopped myself from ranting and raving on and on about my brother.

As I started reading everyone different take on the prompt and the simple words that jolted so much emotion.

 Life is worth living well enough that you want to write about it. – The ChatterBlog

Kick Asss!! – Bullets and Dreams

Subject: Done Message: Totally Worth it. – TheMatticuKingdom 

 

 I sat back and thought what truly would I write if this was my last blog…. …. ….

 

“Your story doesn’t end just because your blog does”

Fast Rewind

So this last week dragged on for me… 8 hours of OT at a place I rather not be at in the first place and 6 days straight. Talk about hell. At least it was slow and I had some time to put my feet up and kick back.

The week ended with my two very best friend’s hanging out in the backyard one last time. It was emotional but to see them starting to spread their wings was very rewarding. Even though they are 2 hours away I wish them the best and hope that our daily talks continue and the time till they come down goes by fast. Going from seeing them every day to not seeing them at all will be difficult.  Time will only tell how I deal with this new change in my life. I feel like a mama hen losing her chicks.

 

On a happier note boyfriend has completly moved in and our weekly routin is in full effect. He works out of town during the week and home on weekends. This past weekened my sweetheart bring this HUGE bottle of bubble bath. Tells me he is going to get our bath ready, nice hot and very bubbly. I go to get into the tub and slip slightly as I’m stepping in. As gracefully as I can grab the side of the shower door to pervent my self from doing the spilts. this is not off to a good start.  The bath was hot and very bubbly.. VERY BUBBLY! I didn’t think anything of it, he tends to buy the more expensive products. I just took it as some expensive bubble bath that greated lots of bubbles. As I’m getting out of the tub I notice the big bottle of bubble bath empty on the counter… YES EMPTY!!! THE ENTIRE BOTTLE!!! I pick it up, move it back and forth and the words come shooting out of my mouth before I could stop my lips. “YOU USED THE WHOLE BOTTLE????” He looks like oh shit wasn’t I suppose to and I reply with “ummmm no just a capp full or alittle more.” This is where it gets funnier or at least to me it does and why men shouldn’t be in charge of certian things… drawing a bubble bath is one of them. He is looking at me questioningly wasn’t that a nice bath we just took… nice.. hot.. and bubbly?  Adoring boyfriend states ” I used the entire bottle because there just wasnt enough bubbles” I blink “I wanted lots of bubbles and they just weren’t producing.” I couldn’t help but giggle and hug my manly man who has never drawn a bubble bath before, but I’m greatly please that his first was for me.

 

Ok so you have seen these (picture was suppose to be inserted) well I had pictures to be added to this blog, but there is a memory limit. CRAP!! How did I not know this.. off to see how I can fix this or get around it. Any ideas would be great.

My blog change the world?

Daily Prompt: Be the Change
by michelle w. on November 12, 2012
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

As I read the Daily Prompt for Nov. 12, 2012 I sat in my breakroom at work and thought blankly a the computer screen… how could my little ol blogg change our big ol world?? I’m no one special, not even a writer or good at it, just an thirty something mother living her daily choas trying to survive what we call LIFE! Then it hit me.. If someone out there is just like me and knows there is someone else just like them going through the some things. At least they can rest assure they are not alone.  So i guess my blogg could change just one person out look and I would be happy and content.. in all honesty my blogg isn’t for other people, it’s for me.

I’m just a California girl in her designer boots trucking through all the bullshit of life while the warm sun shines on me.

 

Feels like a breakup

Today has come and I really don’t know if there is anyone else who feels like I do. I have these two best friends in my life that we have seen each other everyday for the last four years. They are moving away together to another town 2hrs away from ME!

When they decided to make this move I was not so keen on it. Through my eyes they have so much to learn still and are crazy to move with no job, no money and no friends or family. CRAZY!

So I have done what any normal heartbroken friend would do… Create distance and start arguing. reality of the matter is I’m gonna miss them, they need this move and they will find other friends. I just hope I’m not forgotten.

My Favorite Person in 300 Words

You have three hundred words to justify the
existence of your favorite person, place, or thing.

I normally don’t participate in any blog challenges or prompts, but this one got me thinking of some of my favorite people and places.  I really could go on about the places I love to go to Carmel, San Francisco, and Yosemite, but truly those are a given to the reason why those are my favorite place.

So I’m going to tell you about this wonderful lady I met 9 years ago.  It all started with a spoon. Yes, a spoon! We met in our son’s kindergarten class where we both were helping out. I had my baby girl with me and it was lunch time for her. Some how forgot to bring a spoon, but this short full of energy lady sitting at another table full of 8 kindergartners tells me she has one. I look at her like she was crazy. Who would have a spoon in there purse. As she digs through her purse low and behold she pulls out a spoon inside a zip lock bag and hands to me.

That was our beginning.

Since that day we would meet up 20 minutes before the kids got out of school to sneak a cigarette, I at the time was a closet smoker and she only smoked with people who already knew.  We would park down the street talk and smoke. This became a daily thing. We would talk about life, how we both kept our smoking a secret from our parents even at our age. Then she invited me to a bunco night and she served this amazing broccoli salad. The salad she made is now one of my staple recipes. I try to learn as much as I can from her, we both have our strengths hers is cooking which I’m jealous of.

She is an amazing mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend. I honestly can’t say that about most people, but this woman has been through so much herself and has been one of my rocks through some of the hardest moments in my life. She is the one I call when I need advice or thoughts on a situation. She has so much wisdom and knowledge.

As I sit here and write about her I am truly blessed to have her in my life and my children’s life. I love this woman and at time wish I had met her many years before since I could have used some major guidance way back then. Things happen for a reason. No amount of words can ever express what this woman is made of or how I feel about her.

She is my soul sister