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Oh Holidays, holidays, HOLIDAYS!!!

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I took a quick look back at this blog I had thought was dead (mostly because I couldn’t figure out how to use it on an iPad -you can stop smirking now- and briefly looked back at previous, very old blogs I had posted. And wow, soooo bitter and kinda funny. And now that I have tooted my own horn and can move on with my day I wanted to touch on Christmas. Honestly, we’re about a little passed half ways between it and for anyone, by which I mean everyone, who hadn’t read my previous post; I had written about a rather dismal one just over ago where I had promised to get drunk at the next one. I also complained about wanting a big one again.
Well let me tell you, I did both of those things and it was AWESOME. But because I’m not seventeen and I am sure no one wants to hear about drunken Christmas, I’m gonna get behind the reasons as to how it unfolded. Being a year later and having improved my quality of life somewhat I wanted to make up to my kids for the not so great previous one and for once relax about a holiday that can be tear inducing sometimes. this is not the booze part by the way,that comes later
My children love this family togetherness. I personally am not a huge fan honestly, if you’ve watched Springer, you have seen the potential for most of my family. Haha! oh if I couldn’t laugh at myself….
That being said, I figured why not invite my parents to this Christmas. We’ve all had a rough year and I thought my dad shouldn’t be alone, the kids wanted to spend time with their grandparents and the whole idea makes a person put more effort into the whole thing. The only downside…. My mother would be there. Now don’t get sensitive about moms here. I am well aware that most mothers are freaking awesome individuals and lots of people love and adore their moms. That’s great, the way it should be. Just not how I feel about my own. We have a lot of bad blood and no it’s just from me being an asshole teenager. My father is great.
This is where the drinking comes in
Now preemptively I had booze ready. I had invited a friend over for Christmas Because other wise she would be alone and my boyfriend, which at this time was still a new relationship. As in no one had dropped an L-bomb new, because I had invited my friend and apparently it would have been in bad taste to invite her and not even mention it to him. I don’t know, I never really dated. This was news to me!
At any rate I also prepared myself for the nightmare that spending A LOT of time with my mother in close quarters would entail. And the fact that these people I hold dear would meet my father, with whom it’s important he at least can tolerate the people I like, and my mother to whom can scare away the people of whom I like.

CURRENTLY:

Like a previous post I made earlier, this is rather old, that Christmas was in 2013 and its not half way through 2015. I know where I was going with this, I was going to rant about my mother, say caring things about my father and reflect on the patience of one of my bes friends and my boyfriend at the time. Not now.

From then until now many, many things have happened. I am no longer the boyfriend from this story, and my very good friend has had a lot of crap thrown her way and is in a very different place. I myself have seen much change. And most importantly, my mother passed away earlier this year. And as much I have somethings I wish to say about her, they shouldn’t be the drunken, bitter feelings I had on this occasion.

For the most part this was a great day for myself, my children and everyone else who was there. And I think it should be remembered that way. Despite the all of it and how it all turned out today, that was one of the best days of my life. I’m going to leave on here as such

Forever teaching you how not to live your life.

Mz. R. E.

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The Deviants

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The definition of deviant according a dictionary I found on the internet which we all know is always reliable, is “a person or thing that deviates or departs markedly from the accepted norm”. In my current life, deviant is defined by a current group of people in my life that tend to deviate from the acceptable behavior of society. Well at least when out in public. We are a group of 10 rather witty, sarcastic ladies, with the a few cynics and pessimists with a little touch of innocence thrown in there. Our conversations often filled with hilarity and perversion are not things that I would openly admit to people that I wish to continue to think me intelligent and witty.
These ladies and I have somehow in the last year managed to exchange numbers, Facebook information and booze mouth to mouth openly and without regret. So far we have seen some of us puke our guts out, make out in parking lots and roll down hills. We often threaten throat punches and deter from school work for the sake of the joke at a mutants expense. Now before your panties get knotted when I say mutant I refer to anyone that we do not care for, not for anyone who may look or act wierd. For Fucksakes WE LOOK AND ACT WEIRD! But I digress, as someone who entered her educational path thinking “No fucking way am I going to make friends to make friends”. I am not too upset at this failure, it has spurned some of the most hilarious conversations and events of my life. Like the Alabama Tuna Melt. Google that shit, I dare ya. Or the conversations surround the various body parts of the members.
As this group of deviants we have had a tumultuous year. When it began we were all in our own batch of fresh hell that life had dished out to us and was currently trying to fix it individually. Whether it being financial or personal or something we felt to be world shaking, end all of crap situations. And this past year has shown us that we didn’t have to do deal alone and and also that where it all “started” so to speak, wasn’t actually the hardest things were going to get. Or the happiest for that matter. Throughout this year we have seen a messy break up, rumours coming out the ass about certain members, in house fights and unfriendings, only to be friends once again after the dust settled. There’s been new relationships that lasted, engagements and a rehab visit. All for the betterment of the people involved. I have seen who are the friends and who are the passer-bys.
This year haas been a long and hard year for all of us. And not all of us are where we thought we would be. But the point of this whole thing is any that we are all still here and breathing. And in the current light of everyone who has been saddened by tragedy of loss. Whether personal or in the media that says a lot. I’ve always said the school we attend was there for the ones who wanted to use their second chance wisely, so if you’re here. Celebrate it.
Forever teaching you how to not live your life

Mz. R. E.

Single Shenigans

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You ever want an excuse to make as many stupid and or bad decisions as you can in a short period of time? Two words “Single Shenanigans”. This whole idea I came up with a few years ago that started with a ghetto party. Let me tell you, wait….. No. You don’t need the greasy details of what happened. Just know that is it was probably the best and worst idea I have ever come with. And I can only say best because the outcome from it for both me and the other participant are fantastic.
Now the premise and rules of Single Shenanigans; mmmm…. There are none really. It started because we were both newly single and and weren’t ready to accept spinsterhood or crazy cat lady status. And honestly I believe that we just wanted to let our freak flags fly proudly, openly and without regret for as long as possible.

It was a crazy time that mainly consisted of me calling her up, instructing her she had only a few minutes to complete whatever it was she was doing before I would be there to pick her up and take her to places unknown to complete a night of unplanned shenanigans. It was only a year of this sort of activity, but in those fast paced months of little to no sobriety we managed to wake up in a different town, pass finals, party in the ghetto ghetto style and find those weirdos on Whyte that in the heat of the moment seem like the perfect party companions. We consumed more booze than any human should and definitely partook in our fair share of debauchery.

The end result was amazing. Reconnected with old friends, made lots of new friends, spent many weekends at the beach, many week night at the dodgiest of dodgy watering holes, planned a trip to Australia that ended up being a semi permanent move and making some of the best memories of my life.

When the dust settled we were not tired, but ready and fully energized to continue our lives in new and much more amazing ways and we did.

So here’s to myself and the little mermaid. We may now be half way across the world apart, but I wouldn’t change a minute. Single Shenanigans were single handedly the best decision we ever made.

Until we meet again may your beer always be cold and full and the sun warm and welcoming.

Continuing to teach you how NOT to live your life

The Late Mz. R.E.