Knocked Over By A Feather




The Sunshine Blogger Award

I was nominated by Jenn from Reclaiming My Sanity for the Sunshine Blogger Award. If you haven’t done so already, check out her blog. She’s a real sweetheart.


Thank you kindly, Jenn.

When someone nominates me for an award, I always forget. Always.

Except this time, damn it! I fucking remembered and for that reason, I’m gonna make myself some blueberry muffins later.

Maybe, we’ll see if I forget.

The rules of the Sunshine Blogger Award are:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link to them.
  2. Answer the eleven questions asked.
  3. Nominate 11 other bloggers.
  4. Create 11 new and different questions for them to answer.
  5. List the rules.
  6. Include the “Sunshine Blogger Award” logo in your post somewhere.

Here are the questions from Jenn:

What blog post are you most proud of? I’ve written so many posts that it’s really difficult to choose a favorite. Hmm, let’s see…I think one of my favorites was “Totally Tubular.” I got stuck in the tubes at Chuck E. Cheese at my daughter’s 4th birthday party, which was a long time ago. She’ll be 21 in January, almost the same age that I was when she arrived on the scene.

Who is your favorite blogger? I have way too many blogs that I read to choose only one favorite, so I’ll just leave this question a mystery.

If you had the choice to pick a magical power what would it be? I’ve always wished that I could fly. I’ve had many dreams of swooping down and touching the tree tops at night, scaring the shit out of the owls. I also wouldn’t mind being invisible so that I could go to my ex’s house (wherever that is) and fuck around with his head. Maybe even pull a chair out from under him. Asshat. (Not my husband, my kids real father. Biological. Shit, I was trying not to use the fancier word.)

What is your guilty pleasure? Watching Lady Gaga music videos on Youtube.

She wants your leather studded kiss in the sand.

What is your favorite holiday? Christmas! I like the lights, the food, the general merriment of the season. I also get to listen to Christmas music for like 2 months beforehand. Also, since I shop for gifts online now, I don’t have to run people over at Walmart while I’m using the zippycart.

If you knew you were going to be stranded on a deserted island, which 3 items would you take with? Is there an internet connection on this island? Probably not. I’d take a fancy dinner dress like Ginger from Gilligan’s Island, my best pair of fuzzy socks and a case of Bic lighters, because rubbing two sticks together would not produce fire, it would just piss me off.

What is your favorite recipe? I can make a killer lasagna.

How many times a day do you check your email? Maybe 3 or 4 times. Nothing usually there but spam and shit like that, but you never know when you’ll find an email from a real person.

What is your #1 tip for new bloggers? Be patient, be yourself and stay away from the stats page. Numbers aren’t what’s important. Seriously, don’t even pay attention to it.


What are your hobbies (other than writing)? I like to color, read, nap, play with my dogs, nap, chat online with my friends, watch TV, nap…okay, I’m starting to see a pattern here.

What is your greatest fear? I have many fears, but hands down, my greatest fear is being alone in this world. I’ve had so many failed friendships, I sometimes wonder if I’m just an easily forgettable person.

Now my questions for the nominees: 

1. If you could meet one deceased famous person, who would it be?

2. Do you have any tattoos and if so, are any of them offensive?

3. Do you believe that fat bottomed girls make the rocking world go round?

4. What’s your favorite Beatles song? (Please add a 250 word essay explaining your reasons.)

5. What was your first Halloween costume?

6. Have you ever picked anything up using your feet and toes because you didn’t feel like bending over?

7. Have you accidentally farted while on a first date?

8. Did you know that the bird is the word? (Everybody know that the bird is the word.)

9. Do you always wash your hands after you use the lavatory?

10. Do you agree that people are strange, especially when you’re a stranger?

11. Do you tidy up the table before you leave a restaurant or do you give no fucks?

The 11 bloggers that I nominate are:

Anyone who wants to accept this award!! You all bring sunshine into my life. *sniff*

(Yep, I tweak the rules because I can, bwahaha.)


It’s My 5 Year Blog Anniversary

Here I was thinking that tomorrow was my blog anniversary, when I received this notification from WordPress a short while ago.


Happy Anniversary with!
You registered on 5 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
I had a party planned and everything, with streamers, confetti and pony rides. I even ordered a cake. But it’s too late now. The party is cancelled, sorry you guys.
I didn’t even get a chance to be a pretentious asshole.
Seriously though, I’m amazed at myself for sticking with something for so long. I don’t usually do that. All I know for sure is that the day I started this blog, I opened up my world in ways that I never dreamed possible.
To all of my original blog family that are still here with me, thank you.
To all of my newer blog family here with me now, thank you.
I love you all dearly.
My only advice to anyone who has just recently started blogging is to be patient, be yourself and stay away from the stats page. Numbers aren’t what’s important.
Your tribe will find you.

When Mother Calls…

So I see that my mom called me at 9:03AM. That is specifically because she believes you may call someone between the hours of 9AM and 8PM if you have ‘an ounce of sense’. I look at the clock, it is 10:31AM. I have gloriously slept through the night and have awoken at 10:31AM. (Of course, I did not get into bed until after two in the morning but that is beside the point.) I need to return her call.

My mom wanted to be a teacher but her parents never had enough money for her to even consider going to college, she married my dad when she was 18 and had her first child 8 months later. She said her “daddy” would’ve shot my Dad had he known she was pregnant when they married. Those were the days… and a tale for another time.

I respect my mom. She worked alongside my dad in every business venture they went into, they were very successful. I always said she wasn’t great at the day-to-day parenting but she was an awesome ‘crisis’ Mom. God save anyone who went after her cubs, they’d be dealing with Mama Bear. It would not end well for them! She birthed six children, one stillborn, and adopted a seventh when he was 9 years old from South Korea. She loved her children fiercely, never missed a birthday cake, or a Christmas with Santa gifts. She still mothers’ us but age has not been kind. She has had a  few mild strokes and a heart attack. Her speech and balance are affected and diabetes she has lived with for too many years is breaking down the rest of her body.

I returned her call, my heart pounding as I was still in bed and knew that just wouldn’t fly with my mom who was always up with the sun. I also didn’t know what to talk about, fearing this call would be like the last when she informed me in her broken speech pattern that all of this fibromyalgia nonsense needs to be stopped. It was “too much”. Too much about the book I wrote, too much about the blog I wrote, too much about the group I admin, I was simply “too much”.

“It just isn’t healthy, isn’t there something else you can talk about?”

My husband, thank God, talked some sense into me saying this is not your mom, this is ‘someone’ or ‘someones’ talking in her ear… she is proud of your accomplishments and you know this. And I do. But I know my mom wants all of her children to be treated equally and be in the ‘spotlight’ so to speak, equally. Hence, my ‘time’ was done.

So I did return her call, we talked about the weather, Halloween decorations, getting ready for fall, flannel shirts and my dad having a hard time getting used to his new hearing aids. No more talk about the ‘fibromyalgia nonsense’. And the call was ended with “I love you.”

In conclusion, even though my feelings were hurt and still a bit raw to this day… she did have a point, I was fibro 24/7 and it was me. I am not fibromyalgia, I am a 50-year-old lady who still gets nervous when her mom catches her sleeping past 8AM! Seriously though, we cannot BE our disease, we are an individual first. I am not fibromyalgia. I have other interests and other things in my life that need tending. So I have put fibromyalgia on a shelf in a box. I will take out that box when I need to tend to it, still daily, but on my timetable. Then, there are days the box falls off the shelf, spilling its contents all over and I am forced to deal with it all damn day, but I’m more than IT. I am more than a disease…you are more than a disease.


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