BIG

For a person that is constantly being reminded how "tiny" I am, I like,"Big" things. I have huge freaking dogs, 4 of them that scare the snot out of most normal people, even though they are all pretty sweet critters. I like big, obnoxious trucks that offend every eco-nazi sensibility out there, I prefer 12 gauge shotguns, .45 cal. pistols and most of all I like big men. Not just big in that sense,(get your mind outta the gutter ya pervs!), but the tall, powerfully built, manly, larger than life,masculin mans man. I cannot stand the "neutered middle-aged housecat" type men that I seem to find up here,and a lot of the Hollyweird actors just leave me thinking,"That boy needs to eat a steak or two!" I think thats why I like Gerard Butler so much, not only does he look like he is a full on scamp, he has some meat on his bones, and he has the devil behind those eyes, and I enjoy a man that has a bit of humor to him.
Every day is an adventure with me, and today was no exception. I decided to finally tackle painting my kids rooms and rearranging the decor so I decided to dress to enjoy the rare warmth of a sunshiney day,(it actually got to 45!) so I wore a pair of sweats and a wifebeater, and I guess I should mention that I am tattoed up pretty good. My tats are not flash off the walls though, mine are my own design and carefully thought out to mark certain events in my life and they all have meaning to me, and they will be with me forever, and one on my back is a work in progress that had to be stopped when my ex managed to infuriate me so badly that my blood pressure skyrocketed to the point that the blood flow was too much to allow the artist to finish, so that one has had to wait, but it doesnt show out of the shirt anyway, while most of my others do, and they tend to take people aback, so I was in full scrunge mode today.
I plugged my Ipod into the surround sound, cranked it to nose bleed level with all kinds of music from Lady Gaga and Muse to ZZTop, and I went to work painting and moving stuff, and I quickly found that its really hard to paint evenly when your are shaking it along with the jams, but then again I have never been a good painter, in fact, Ed always called me the "AntiChrist of Painting" and insisted on the entire house being drab Navaho white, so my rebellion against him once he was gone was to paint every single wall in the house some outrageous color, in fact there are 4 different colors in my bedroom including crimson, terracotta, gold and blood red, so its interesting to say the least. I am planning on painting my sons room 3 different colors, black, red and OD green if I can pull it off, but today was paint the closet and cover up the purple with a primer, as well as remove about a million stickers from my daughters walls and ceilings and relocate them to her new room across the hall.In the midst of all of this, after I had managed to spill paint on myself due to some over enthusiastic butt shaking, I had some visitors show up. Now I am the type of person who does not like drop in visitors, usually because either my kids are running about in their underwear, I am sans brassier or clean clothes or my house is a mess or we are in the midst of a family brawl or some other fiasco and it embarasses me to death to be caught that way, but I always try to be cordial, even while I am trying to force my dogs back into the house a sweatshirt over my head and kids back into the house all at the same time I am greeting my unexpected guests. I chatted with my visitors on the front porch while my music blasted in the background because I have not yet figured out how to shut it down quickly and if I had chanced re-entering the house to try and figure it out, I risked the repeated onslaught of children and dogs once again, so we just decided it was better to just let it play, so the nice Jehova Witness ladies got to hear the Black Eyed Peas,"Boom Boom Pow" and a few other fun ones while they visited.They didnt stay long and I got back to my painting and finally got done with that bit of fun for the day.
I dont have any plans for Valentines Day, in fact I am kinda the holiday Grinch because for the last 10 years or so I was expected to be the one to plan and organize and carry off all the holidays and birthdays but mine were either forgotten or I was just supposed to pick up a little something for myself. I have gone a decade without a birthday or a Valentines so I have decided that I am only 30 and I refuse to participate in Valentines day. My kids are all about the holiday though, and I went out and bought the obligatory boxes of school approved classmate valentines with candy and we addressed them and got them ready to hand out and I even got special ones for the teachers so the kids would be able to hand them out and feel special for the day. I have been regaled with all the stories about how many girlfriends/boyfriends each child has and then they began interrogating me about if I had a Valentine, since they know that "daddy" is most definantly not my valentine. How do you explain to 3 kids that you are on strike and not recruiting any Valentines? I am tired of being let down by the ,"neutered middle-aged house cats" that pass for men up here and when I last perused the personal ads, I got kinda pissed off and drafted my own personal ad in response that probably should never see the light of day, but I am going to post it here:
DWF, seeking NBM or Widowed male 30-40, no fatties, baldies, or shorties. No mamas boys or unemployed slobs living in animal house with their buddies, must be fit, educated and literate and you have to have a sense of humor.No drunks or druggies or ex-cons or married to their careers. If you have dreds or reek of patchouli and drink chai, then we probably wouldnt be a good fit, if you cant get it up with out viagra, then I dont have time. I like guns and big trucks and living out loud and being messy and raunchy British comedies and Irish punk rock and I can cuss a bit in Gaelic while dressed to the nines so if you are stuffy and staid and boring and unable to see beyond the end of your own nose, then pass on by.
So many of the ads I saw on the personals were geezers! looking for women around my age, with no kids in tip top shape and no history and no issues and they want Barbie to put up with their saggy parts and there were even some guys who were absolute gomers that were flat rude in their postings, saying that they didnt want,"fatties" or women with kids or issues, yet they stated they had a kid who they had every other weekend and blah blah blah, Yep...im keeping my resolution.