Divine Secrets: Flowers & Shits about Me


I have been lacking in my keeping up my blog. Sorry. I am trying to enjoy the sun and warm weather as much as possible as it seems that there is about a month of summer up here in Northern New York. So, I am going to play catch up before I shut down this computer and go outside to enjoy another day of sunshine. The Divine Secrets June 8th challenge is Five Things About me and Flowers.

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I photographed my orchids in the front yard when they first bloomed. They have since withered away and wont bloom again until next year, but they are one of my favorite flowers. Lillies of any kind being the #1. The scientific name of the early purple orchid is orchis mascula. It is a perennial herbaceous plant with stems up to 50–60 centimetres (20–24 in) of height. They are quite tall. It grows in a variety of habitats, from meadows to mountain pastures and woods, in full sun or shady areas. It is referred to as “long purple” by Gertrude in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. (Info: Orchis Mascula)

The second challenge is Five Things You Didn’t Know About Me (this COULD get interesting)

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Six Word Saturday V3

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(Left: Manda, Right: Vejay)

  1. Taunted (by wee little people)
  2. Frigid (St Lawrence Rive is NOT friendly in June)
  3. Silly (Reminded me of being a kid)
  4. Humorous (We all laughed as I hesitated & whined)
  5. Drained (Outside ALL day, I was ready for bed at 7 p.m.)
  6. Happy (I am so grateful for my kids, the kids I get to babysit, friends & family)

Divine Secrets – “Dear Ms.PisseyPants …”

This week’s Divine Secrets of the Blah Blah Bloggerhood prompt is “Wish I knew then …” We are supposed to share our present wisdom with our younger self. I suppose in this case it would be easier to just perhaps write a letter to my daughter. I hold no regrets in my life. I believe each and every experience I have had in my life has shaped me into the exact person I am today. I am not flawless or perfect, I am most certainly a sarcastic asshole when the opportunity presents itself; I have learned some things that I hope I can share with my daughter (just as my mother did with me). However, I hope that unlike myself – she will listen and when that situation presents itself that relates to the advice I pass onto her … she uses it in a way that works for her.

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Little Things Thursday 2

Pretty Flowers This week started out with pretty flowers from my side yard. That within a three-day period fell apart and died. So .. what ever.

Art1Than I became bored because the Army took Daddy P. and I have no one here to piss me off besides the daily …”Kids don’t pick up after their fucking selves” hurricane. So, I played with water colors instead.

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Today I remembered WHY I hid the watercolors from myself. See above – laziness. I leave my art supplies all over the place. Because what is the fucking point of putting it away if I’m going to keep working on it, right? I hate cleaning up and making a mess only to clean it up again. I’m a time-saver. Leave it a fucking mess. If you don’t like it … stay the hell out of my personal bubble space. Problem solved.

That’s all I’ve got for today. Well, aside from this guy. Daddy P. brought him.

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Ms Pissey Pants calls him “Alphonsus” …. W.t.F?

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Post Traumatic Pregnancy Syndrome – a.k.a Motherhood

This shit has gotten real and I have no complaints. I have a good life. By no means perfect or flawless… but, good. Aside from the unwavering temptation to throat punch Daddy P. when he does his hourly walk-by boobing or grab my thirteen year old and say “What the FUCK is wrong with you?” — I’m good. All is well in my world.

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Okay – so there is a few things I would to discuss. One is PTPS. Not P.T.S.D. – Post Traumatic PREGNANCY Syndrome, most commonly known as motherhood. I’m not a single mom. Well, I am .. it just depends on the day and whether or not the Army has decided to capture Daddy P. and upset the order in my house. By upsetting the order things get rather chaotic. The kids loose their minds, the dogs eat shit they shouldn’t, everything stops working, I can’t find anything and well …. it’s Daddy P.’s fault (kind of, not really).

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Shenanigans, because – Fuck You! That’s why.

Fucking Shenanigans!Shenanigans. That’s all I’ve got. This girl has been boiling for a few days. Contemplating how to diplomatically say just what’s on my mind. All I can come up with is …. Fuck You. In the highest regards of course.

The problem with society today is no one gives a fuck. I’m not jumping to conclusions or making shit up (well, maybe I’m making shit up) … but, realistically speaking — people suck. I don’t do shenanigans unless it involves good friends, smoked pork, a camp fire and Bud Light. I don’t have the tolerance for stupid shit or stupidity in general. It doesn’t sit well with me when you invest yourself into something and in the end find yourself bent over backwards taking it up the ass like a boss. So, here’s how I see it ….

What’s it worth to you? You make a choice. Every choice has consequences. They can be good or bad depending on the circumstances. That seems like a rather simple concept, right? Are you confused? I’m not confused – I made that shit up. So, back to choices …. you pick option (A) or option (B), fuck (C) and (D) … I’m trying to keep this as dumb-downed as possible.

Option (A) – Be content with what you have. Make the best of it and live life to the fullest.

Option (B) – Pretend your content with what you have, get some on the side and believe you’re living life to the fullest.

Consequences to Option (A) seem rather positive. I mean you’re living life, raising a family, working, doing things that matter to you and being honest. Not flawless, but honest. That shit sounds real to me.

Consequences to Option (B) … You’re a douche bag. That’s all I’ve got.

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Divine Secrets: Childhood

Following along with the Divine Secrets of the Blah Blah Bloggerhood … this week’s challenge theme is “Childhood.” I LOVE talking about my children, because quite frankly they are like little drunk people. They are weird, smelly and do things that I can not comprehend as an adult.

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