Diva Distractions

 

 

 

 

Among the madness, I have found my way back to my blog.  YAYE!  lol

 

In the past few weeks, there have been many adventures...  None quite as memorable as my 30th birthday, I think.  I had wanted something special to celebrate the third decade since my birth.  A full day of fun was ahead of me.  My friends and I were going to get pampered at a spa (and I mean PAMPERED!! I got myself a massage, a mud bath and a pedicure: HEAVEN!!!) all afternoon.  We then headed to dinner @ Montana's where we waited a wee bit too long for our dinner, which resulted in us inhaling our food like ferocious beasts.  lol  ;)  Gotta luv those veggie burgers.... <3  From there, some of us parted ways.  Personally, I headed to Cherie's for a change of wardrobe (and some shooters) and off we went to a girl's house for some partying.  After a few drinks, we went dancing at the Voodoo.  VERY fun!  And from there, the Sports Rock.  I got home at nearly 4:30 am.  THAT brought the good ol' days flooding back, baby!  :)  I felt like a million bucks...

 

The next day, however, running on only a few measly hours of sleep, my body felt like a raggedy old boot.  If a boot felt like vomitting.  I can't run on no sleep.  I can't.  But when you're a mom, you don't get the luxury of catching those precious required Zzzzs.  lol  So as I waited for the room to stop spinning, Rita sat with me on the bathroom floor.  If I felt the urge to regurgitate, she rubbed my arm and said "mommy sick".  When I finally WAS sick, she started to cry.  lol  SO cute...  After that raunchy pub food was out of my system (I remember Sports Rock being WAY tastier than that, somehow..), I was fine.  No headache, nothing.  Not sure if it was a hangover or indigestion, honestly.  But I felt fine!  :)  Just tired as HELL.  ;)  I didn't feel thirty.  And when I looked in the mirror, I didn't look any older.  It wasn't as bad as I thought!

 

The next day, a customer told me I was old because I remembered the Eaton's store.  Thanks a lot, dude.  Way to kick a birthday girl down.  I felt like telling him to fuck off.  ;)

 

Since then, there have been ventures to the park, the mall, the computer (to edit pics) and of course: work.  Lucky for me, I was put on a project of sorts for the rest of the month, so I get to challenge my brain a little.

 

I hope all is well with the outside world and until next time: ciao!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My life (like any other) is a roller coasters of beautiful chaos.  Although not much is being blogged, I am still out there and kicking!  I'm still working, still raising my silly little clown of a daughter, still exploring this crazy world day by day.

 

I'm waiting for word from the surrogacy agency.  I had chosen a second couple, chosen to carry their child.  Now I wait to see if they will accept.  If they accept, I will be proceding.  If they decline, I will put this project on hold for a bit.  As most of you know, my life "to do" list is extensive.  So waiting for surrogacy is putting everything else on hold.  I may decide to place surrogacy on hold temporarily, in order to complete another goal, primarily: to take some formal photography courses.  Once the photography training is complete, I will resume the application for surrogacy, searching for a match through the masses of potential parents.

 

In other news, my nephew's third birthday just wrapped up, as did Cherie and Craig's "adoption" shower. 

 

I know my blogging is spuratic (sp?) but I spend most of my spare time focussing on either photography (yaye Flickr!), household errands, and friends.  So blogging is on the back burner right now.  I also have a few other (anonymous) blogs scattered accross the internet as well, and still feel the need to keep all of them running.  My need to write is muffled in the background, but it remains there, lurking (god I love that word) in the back of my mind.  So I blog on.

 

Life is good, my friends!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.

 

 

 

 

Decide first... No peeking, then scroll down for the response.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolf Hitler.

 

 

And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.

 

 

Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(The ultimate DuckeeDiva symbolic icon.  Some would call this my "Signature Duck"!  LOL)