Names have been changed...

to protect the innocent. Yesterday was my doctors appt. I will spare you the details but I guess I am crazier than I thought. After I left the doctors office I went to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions. I walk up to the counter to inquire if they have been called in yet and I swear my eyes must have tripled in size. That is a big feat by the way since I have little squinty eyes. Right here in front of me was a woman who looked just like Paula Deen. Same hair, same size, same age. But with one difference she had a nose ring. Only in a small town in Mississippi do you see such things. I politely asked about my drugs and got the hell out of there. I was scared the crazy was catching. I don't want to end up with a matching capri pants and shirt sporting a nose ring of my very own. By the way my nose was pierced for years, but I wasn't 60! Is this the southern belle's version of a mid life crisis?

Organic in Alabama

Last week I had to go to the Prattville/Montgomery Alabama area to drop off Kyle. During my drive I seen going out of business signs for Brunos and Food World. This makes me sad. My mom shopped there my whole childhood. So after I was done with dropping off Kyle and met a good friend for lunch, I just had to stop. Everything was 60-80% off, can't miss out on a bargain. My friend had told me there wasn't anything left but I wanted to see for myself. Well let me tell you what was left, organic foods! The entire store was shopped out other than organic, whole wheat pasta, and matzo ball soup. I guess organics aren't big in Alabama. I managed to get some Annie's mac and cheese, whole wheat pasta and toothpaste, cheap! I think its very fitting that no matter how much we claim to want to change we never do.

I'm bad!

I am so bad about not sharing my life when its not the best. Instead of getting it all off my chest and possibly getting some support I just clam up and keep to myself. I have never learned the art of sharing my secrets. I never kept a diary worth anything because I know once you write something down you can never take it back. It beats me why I blog. I just know I like it. Its baby steps. I am trying to be ok with putting things out there that I know will change people's opinions of me. God forbid the world knows that the nut doesn't fall far from the tree. So I will be back to blogging rather I want to share or not. So for some catch up this is whats been going on with me. Ryan survived a scary medical experience. School is ending and Kyle is once again leaving me for what I consider to be way too long. I fell asleep in the pool and have a horrible sun burn. I got my allure safe sun box the very next day, the irony. I keep going blonder and blonder. It looks right. But I am already wishing for a dark brown or red. I should just shave my head invest in wigs and call it a day. I canceled my trip to Bama Jam. I am going back on my medicine and hope that one day they will find a cure for pmdd. As far as I know no one is looking for one so I might be just better off hoping for menopause. Oh I have a nice tan thanks to my sunburn. I survived Marks family reunion. We are having not one but two people coming to see us. We have been here 7 months its about fucking time. We bought a tractor I think my husband loves it more than me. My tomatoes are growing out of control. Don't you love blogs full of random ramblings? I can't get enough of Kings of Leon. I am having nightmares again. They are very disturbing. I went to a local festival and the people freaked me out, I have never had a problem with crowds before. This scares me. I really like the Twilight movie and can't wait to see the next one despite the fact that I hate the girl in the lead role. I pull at least one tick a day off of a member of my family. I have never seen a tick in my life till we moved here. Yet another reason why I don't like Mississippi.

If the creek dont rise

How many times have you heard a grandparent say that? Well those of you with Southern grandparents? I have heard it my whole life but I never really thought about it till today. We have had a bunch of rain and we are under flood warnings. The creek near me is above flood level and rising. I really get it now. I will be going on vacation in June if I still have a freaking house left. Yep if the creek don't rise indeed. This is sorta scary. I am about to take my butt back home and battle hurricanes instead. It's all about the devil you know.

Vacation photos

Most people have nice family pics of their vacations. This is what we took instead. I took it, hubby said it, friend altered it.

4 months ago

Four months ago today we left Mobile and moved here. Today I was out at lunch with Kyle, I drug him away from his xbox and made him spend some time with me, and he asked me how long we had been here. We were headed to the mall and he had never been there and some kids at school asked him why he had not gone, which he replied why would I go? LOL The kid only cares about video games and they don't have a gamestop in our mall. Anyway after some quick mental math, HA, and a glance at my watch I realized we moved here four months ago today. Where has the time gone? Oh yeah somewhere between feeling sorry for myself and our lives going to hell in a hand basket time passed on. So much has happened to us in such a small time. If you are new to my blog and didn't follow pugsandkids, well here is a refresher, the weekend we moved here my husband almost died due to a abscess on his tonsils, had to have them removed, we lost our beloved dog, and I in general lose my shit and go into a depression every time we move. I still have not made any friends here but we finally met our neighbors today. Guess what they have a girl our daughters age. They are currently running around here somewhere playing. So life is moving along and we are adjusting to our new place.

Formative Years

What formed you? Your life experiences, your childhood, your upbringing. There are certain times in your life that it really matters what your environment is. Today I want to tell you a little bit about a important part of mine. When I was in the 6 and 7 th grades my cousin came to live with us. He had been kicked out at 17 and my mom took him in. He didn't have the easiest life and had lived with various family members at this point. This is a important time in a girls life. I had just started my period and was developing and really growing up. So when J* came to live with us I was in that strange woman/child phase. J was the best cousin ever at this point. He liked the same stuff as me clothes, music, etc. Someone I could relate to, as a only child I was always craving having someone around my age to relate to. Also J really related to me, see J wanted to be a girl. He was gay and wanted to live as a transgender. The first time he dressed in drag he wore my clothes and I helped him fill baggies with rice from the pantry and he used my bra. J worked at a fast food restaurant and had already quit school. He was at this point dating the local high schools quarter back. Yeah that was a big keep my mouth shut secret. We are in the South high school quarterbacks aren't supposed to be gay. At least that's the going opinion, not mine. So J and I shared clothes and makeup. I had the best hair and makeup in school, J got up every morning and did both for me and then went back to bed, since he worked late nights closing at work. Think big hair! I rocked it. He had just started taking hormones in his journey in becoming a woman and one time I called my mom crying from the skating rink to come pick me up. See I had his brand new Z Cavaricci jeans on and started my period in them. Just in time for the nightly couple skate with my crush. I kept asking my mom couldn't we just convince J that he started his period and the hormones really worked. Thankfully mom got the stain out before he got home from work that night and other than the couple skate and perhaps my first kiss that never was all was well. So this was my life during this time. Not typical but it was how I grew up. I guess my point here is what shapes you? What formed you into the person you are? I was raised with tolerance and respect for gay people, transgenders, etc. Not being societies version of normal is normal for me. I can only imagine what it would be like to be raised by people who have hate in their hearts. I am thankful that I was raised the way I was, and I would not have it any other way. To this day every drag queen I see gets me excited. Its a art doing hair, makeup, dressing up and being someone else. I enjoy watching drag shows and every time I am near a bar that has them I make sure I go at least once. Oh and in case you wonder about J, all is good he is now mostly a she and has lived as a woman for a long time and is in a great relationship.