Welcome to another installment of my favorite weekly blogging chore (and the only blog post i've managed to get up this week.. sorry guys)..FINISH THE SENTENCE FRIDAY!!! This week's crazy prompt is: after a hard day's work.

Some days, after a really hard day of picking up after ungrateful beings, i really kinda just wish i lived the life my cats have. i mean, think about it. they have their own staff, they sleep all day, play all night (assuming they have any desire to move), they can be as bitchy as they want whenever they want and people never bat an eye. Cats have it great! Take Spike for example. she's the new Queen in the colony, replacing her royal highness Queen Nermal after Nermie died right before thanksgiving. She's 6 years old and has never caught a mouse in her life. Spoiled much? well, lets see..her highness demands a dish of milk every saturday (caturday), she only likes to lick the tomato sauce off of PEPPERONI pizza, you don't dare say the word bath around her or you'll get "the look". The best spot in the house to sleep (as decided by the cats) is my middle son's bed. Yup, she has chased every single one of the other cats off of it and claimed it for herself. if she knocks something over, she gives you that "i'm a cat. i'm cute and superior to you. deal with it slave" look and sure enough, you pick up whatever she knocked over and pet her...like the slave that you are. I'm currently getting the look because the kittens are in my room eating..you guessed it, kitten food. guess who thinks it belongs to her. my husband, who HATES air conditioning, just put the big ac unit in the dining room because SPIKE might get hot and need me to turn it on. no mention of how the heat screws with me and makes me sick..noo, he's more worried about poor spike than me. Thats how its always been around here. we work hard so that our cats can have the best life pawsible. Hell, they even boss the dogs around. Big, "viscious" pittbull mix? eh, he's trained. they rule him. if he's on the ottoman and thats where one of them wants to be, he moves. that spot on the floor that he just made comfortable for himself? theirs if they want it. the water dish? he waits for them to finish. He out weighs them by a good 50lbs, but you'd never know it to watch them interact. they don't care if they put weight on..no such thing as swim suit season for them, workouts are something they DON'T do and laugh at us for doing. after all, they don't get fat, they get fluffy! That short night of sleep? yep..23.75 hrs isn't enough and guess what...they don't care. if there is one kibble placed the wrong way in their dish, they'll meow pathetically until we slaves show up to fix the issue. they've got it great and that's why, after a hard day's work, i really, really..just want to be a cat.

FTSF..it started in the line at the grocery...

its friday which means its FINISH THE SENTENCE FRIDAY!!! (aka the one day of the week i actually glue myself to the chair long enough to write a blog post) this week's topic is "it started in the line at the grocery" this should be good!

it was an adventure in itself..we had made a 3 hr drive to the west virgina line to pick up some hermit crabs that needed a new home. It was a kinda last minute trip and i had grabbed the only clothes that were clean..a tank top, a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Figuring we wouldn't be running into anyone that we actually knew, i was safe. my bestie didn't look much better as she had picked me up after she had gotten off work..at the pet store down town. now, for normal people, a 6 hr round trip to pick up 3 little crabbies would be insane, but well, we're not normal and we do this kind of stupid thing all the time. after we met the young lady who we picked up the "kids" from, we decided to check out the walmart down there since we were bored anyway and not in a hell of a hurry. we grabbed some snacks for the drive home and while we were waiting in line (why the hell walmart has 20 checkouts and only ever has one open is beyond me) we were talking about an old friend from high school who i had been texting while we were on our little adventure. with a gleam in here eye, my bestie decides that we need to go surprise him. I hadn't seen him in 20 years even though we'd been talking on facebook for a couple years. I sent him a text asking him for the name of the town he was working in and like an idiot, he told me (he later told me he should've KNOWN we were up to something). Thank spongebob for google maps. a quick look on there told me we were within driving distance and we'd get there before he got off work. PERFECT! fired off a couple texts home to let the hubs know what we were up to (no, it didn't surprise him in the slightest) and off we went. I was playing over caffinated navigator and keeping up the texts as if nothing was going on. it was all fun and games til we got within, oh..a half hr of him and the goober decides to see where i'm at (stupid facebook location services). "you're WHERE?" um..don't worry about it was my response. "how long til you get here?"" um..how the hell am i supposed to know..i don't even know where we are, its dark and ohio is FLAT. it all looks the same. you're the genius who busted me..figure it out." somehow, we managed to get there in one piece despite HYSTERICAL laughter on our our parts. we even made it in to the store and clear to the back before he busted us because i was laughing so hard i couldn't see straight. I heard him coming up behind me and KNEW i was in trouble. all i heard was "busted" and then HE started laughing (no, i don't even know what we were laughing at). he politely asked us not to make too big of a mess in there til he got off work and then we'd go get something to eat. i have no idea how we managed to behave ourselves for an hour..oh wait..we followed him around and basically drove him crazy (he didn't say we couldn't annoy HIM for an hour) and then we went out for coffee and caught up on 20 years before we made the 100 mile drive home..at 1am! It was the second most fun thing my bestie and i have ever done (except for that 14 hr drive to the beach in october that we made with the hubs and all 4 kids..on no sleep) and it all started in the checkout line at a walmart in the middle of nowhere, somewhere near the wva line!

 **disclaimer** i was, am and always will be the girl who has more guy friends than girlfriends. this particular friend i've known most of my life and is a brother from another mother. time has a way of separating us and facebook has a way of bringing us back together. the fact that we went about 200 miles out of our way to surprise him for no real reason was absolutely not surprising to my husband. in fact, he would've been more surprised if we hadn't done it. I've been to hell and back in the last 5 months. going to see this friend was exactly what i needed to do and i'd do it again in a heartbeat. 

Passion

A while ago, a well meaning friend (yes guys, THAT friend) told me i needed to find my passion in life. Well, see, what that loveable idiot has never understood is that life is too short for me to have just one thing i'm passionate about. I'm passionate about my kids, my nieces and nephews, lgbt rights, suicide prevention, all things fire service, my family, my friends, my hermit crabs, add/adhd awareness..lots of stuff.

Today, i need to tell you guys about something important that has quickly consumed my life the last few days. I'm helping my beach mommy promote a basket raffle to benefit a friend of hers on Hatteras Island (another passion of mine) who has stage 3 lung cancer. There's almost $3000 of amazingly cool stuff in this thing (the picnic blanket was made by yours truly) including, get this..4 days in paradise, including a $250 visa gift card that you can use for your gas money and a bunch of restaurant gift cards. Yup...for a $2 ticket, you could land in paradise for a few blissful days AND get a warm and fuzzy feeling knowing that you've helped a worthy family meet their expenses for a while.

Please, go to https://www.facebook.com/beachbasketfundraiser

A very belated Happy Mother's Day to any moms who happen to follow this little blog. If your kids are human or furry, or fishy, or crabbie or lizardy, it matters not..you're a mom and i hope yours was a spectacular one. I spent the day chasing the youngest son around the house as it was his birthday and when its Mothers day and his birthday, well, you know exactly what comes first. Today, since the monsters are all in school, I'm celebrating in the best possible way. sitting on my front porch with the computer and a cup of iced coffee..in silence!

Yesterday was a touch rough on me as well. This is a year of firsts for me and yesterday was my first Mother's Day without my Lexie. It was her first in heaven and i know that i am not alone in missing my baby bunnie something terrible. She left behind a momma, a sister, aunts and a crazy group of her internet moms, the Bunnie Moms. She meant something different to each of us and to me, she was the brightest star in my galaxy. I know I post a lot about her, but I'm only 36..i haven't ever walked this path before and quite frankly, some days, i don't know what i'm doing. I write about her to help me figure things out without going crazy and annoying my friends because as much as they love me, they don't have a clue what i'm going thru and honestly, i don't wish this on anyone.

Speaking of daughters, i do have another adopted daughter that i rarely talk about and i owe her a huge apology because i am terribly proud of her as well. I've known her for the last 11 years and damn..she's a lot like my Lex. What Cheryl has overcome is amazing and for her to be where she is now is nothing short of amazing. I used to beat myself up for not being able to get her out of where she was. Lord knows i tried, but it wasn't happening. My girl, she's a fighter and a survivor and she makes this momma proud EVERY single day. Please. go check her out at cityangel90.wordpress.com you won't be disappointed!

And i just got word that i'm spending tomorrow with 4 of my favorite people (3 are under 6!) so i'd better get off of this pile of microchips and get stuff done..stuff i was putting off for tomorrow. (oops)

FTSF: No one was around when it happened..

Hi guys! Welcome to Finish the Sentence Friday. Its basically a really cool blog hop that I TRY to do every week with some other awesome bloggers on facebook. Well, guess what? I'm co hosting this week. I am pathetically excited about this. Our topic this week is No one was around when it happened and i can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

So, what's my story? Oh sweet spongebob..I've got a million of them. I think this week, I'll go sentimental. The coolest thing that ever happened to me when no one else was around was when my youngest son finally started talking. He's got add like me and unlike me, he's also on the spectrum. Sensory processing and probably aspbergers (we're still in the process of getting him diagnosed). The poor little guy RARELY spoke until he started kindergarten this year. You know how when kids are around 1 and they start saying Mama and Dada? Yeah...didn't happen with him until he was 2. He just didn't talk. We honestly didn't think anything of it at first because he's the youngest of 3 and his big brothers would talk for him all of the time. They still read his mind...the difference is now, he gets MAD when they talk for him. But, anyway, back to the prompt.

I had given him a bath one day when his brothers were at school. He had dumped powder all over himself again (his favorite past time..still is) and we had to go get groceries. I was talking to him and after i got him out of the tub, i sat him on the floor in his room and went to get the clothes i had laid out for him when all of a sudden i hear the sweetest voice saying "momma, come back". 3 little words that had me bawling instantly. I tried to get him to say it again and he looked at me like "seriously? I am NOT a trained elephant..i won't do tricks on command". Of course, his dad was at work, his brothers were at school. It was just us and the cats. When he called me, his favorite kitty came in to see what was wrong with her kid. For the longest time, if he said "momma, come back" he was actually calling KittyKitty. It worked and he was happy, but he wouldn't do it if anyone was around. It was an entire year before he'd say anything around his brothers and dad. Now, he won't shut up (I'm not complaining) and he actually calls KittyKitty by calling for her, not me. He's a pretty awesome kid and I'm so proud of how far he's come in recent years, especially this year.

As long as I'm talking about my kids, this week was a toughie. My Angel Daughter's 23rd birthday was Monday and it was her first as an angel. I spent the day in tears when no one was around. i couldn't help it and believe me, i learned the hard way to just accept the feeling and ride it out. well, Monday afternoon was beautiful here and i needed to get outside and just be for a while before i went nuts. I went out and laid down on a blanket in the sun. A fly landed on me (some people like butterflies, but that girl was everywhere and right after she died, her dad was invaded by a fly that refused to leave him..so, when i see a fly, its my baby) and i heard her giggle. She had the most amazing giggle when she was up to something. I didn't hear the giggle in my head..i heard it as clear as i hear my kids talk. She was visiting me and trying to get me to laugh again. Of course, being half nuts myself, that fly and i had a long talk. Yes, i talked to a fly. Go ahead and laugh. I told her how much i miss her and love her and that i am trying to get back to giggling because its what made her happy. I am so grateful that no one was around to see me talking to a fly that was on my hand!

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Happy Birthday in Heaven

May 4..i can't do the corny star wars jokes anymore. well, maybe next year, but not this year. This year, i need to celebrate the life of someone who isn't here anymore and I'm not quite sure how to do it. The pain of her loss is still incredibly fresh and well, i've never done this before. i've never celebrated a birthday of a child who isn't here anymore. Until that fateful day in december, i have never been a parent of a child who is gone. I'm not alone. Her Bunnie Moms, every single one of them are feeling this loss with me, today and every day. There were a couple of us closer to her than others, but make no mistake, she was all of ours.

Lexie, sweetheart, I know you're not happy with me right now. I know you're watching me try to get thru today without crying for you and its not working. I've been a basket case since my feet hit the floor. I've dreaded today and you know it. I know you're ok and i'm grateful for that knowledge, but i can't help it baby, i want you here to celebrate your 23rd earth birthday, not your first birthday as an angel. I know its selfish. You were in pain and you did what you had to do to feel better and be at peace and today, as i reflect on the 7 years that you blessed me with and the beautiful grandbunnie you gave me, i am sad sweetheart, not mad. The price of great love is always great loss and you, my angel, you were my greatest love and my most devastating loss. You chose me. You allowed me to love you like you were my own, through the good times and the bad, you let me in and even though you never truly understood love, you knew that i loved you, you know that i continue to love you. What you're not understanding baby is that though you are at peace, those of us you left here, we're doing our best to move forward, but some days are rougher than others. this is a year of firsts for us without you and today is the toughest first. Ry's birthday will be another rough one. We'll get through them and strive every day to make you as proud of us as we are of you,

As you're up there in heaven looking down at us today, please know that the tears we shed are bittersweet. They're sweet because we love you and they're bitter because we miss you more than you will ever understand. I'm taking today to just be still and recharge. Taking care of me today is the best possible way i can think of to honor you..the one who inspired me and taught me more than you'll ever know. I just wanted to wish you the very happiest of birthdays in heaven. May you play with the stars that were always in your eyes.

I love you Lexie Lynn Merrill. today and every day, forever and always.

FTSF..I used to love this but now i hate it

I'm a weird one, but if you're reading this, you're already aware of that. You know what i really used to love as a kid, but can't stand now? Bubble baths. I don't know if its because the older i get, getting into the tub is just a huge pain or what, but i would rather take a long shower than soak in a bubble bath any day of the week. I have friends that are constantly telling me how relaxing it is and i'm just over here like "eh." a 15 minute shower for me is heaven. I also can't stand the stuff you have to put in the water to get those bubbles. They are all so perfumey and stinky. I mean, who comes up with these scents? its like something out of an old lady's dream. ((shudders at the thought)) Yuck. Just yuck. So there, dear bloggers..short and sweet..i hate bubble baths! Cant wait to see what ya'll come up with.