Ain't nobody got time for that!

So this is really a two part post. I apologize in advance since it has been a while since my last blog. For those that actually take the time to read and comment on them, thank you so much.

Part #1 - Yes it may be surprising to some that I am a shy person when it comes to guys. I know that I have mentioned it before - maybe just not on here yet. Really it is the "closing" portion of the interaction. This can be directly tied to my fear of rejection. I know that other single people like myself have the mentality of "their loss" which I am really trying to incorporate into my life.

I do want to take a moment and give myself a pat on the back as I grew slight balls and gave my number to someone. Success! He did text me. It didn't work out the way that I way wanted it to; however, one step at a time.

Got a message from another Tinder member the other day. His opening line was one to be quite admired, "I would so let you suck my dick." I mean with a one-liner like that how could I possibly resist. If you didn't sense the sarcasm in that last sentence.....it truly has been too long.

Part #2: This is the part where I warn you that this next point is a ex drama vent.

My dad has been kind enough to offer some work to my ex. Mainly, because he owes me money and my dad is looking out for his daughter. So they got back to my house today and the ex says goodbye to our son after maybe 1 minute of him being here and then takes off. I make it a point to say something about him spending time with his son....but no. He is tired and needs to get going. Whatever. This coming from the man who always complains about missing his son. Who just the other day mentioned something about being a better father. Why do you bother calling me about an hour of you leave almost crying saying you miss your son. You need to put on your big boy pants because I am not going to do it for you. I mean I have never kept you from your son. You can spend time with him whenever you want. You continously place other "priorities" above our son. I don't have time to hear about your depressed feelings anymore. You are the only one that can change your behavior.

Rant over. I hope you have enjoyed. I will post more soon....I promise!

Final Faire Updates and Summer Plans

Oh My!!! I am just realizing that it has been over 4 weeks since my last update. So let me start this blog by apologizing to those that enjoy my writings and look forward to the constant sarcasm :)

So where to start..

Weekend of April 26th & 27th - This was a non-faire weekend. SAID (Student Association of Interpreters for the Deaf) kicked off their 1st Spring Conference and 2nd Annual Comedy Show. SAID is the interpreting program associated with Riverside City College - where I graduated from. I am still involved with them and worked hard in planning these events. I had an amazing time!!!! There were so many great presenters and the comedy show was hilarious! I am so proud of all the students who helped and the people involved in making this possible. I definitly missed my faire family but has to support my interpreting people.

Weekend of May 3rd & 4th - Faire was great. The RESCU rally was Saturday the 3rd. That was awesome. Great laughs and I teamed with some amazing gals for terping. It was this weekend when Karma came back to bite me in the butt. For those that remember last year, the EMT/ES crew did an amazing job of their talent portion of the Mr./Mrs. RESCU competition. Thankfully I had just switched out and went to the cold seat (meaning not active interpreting). I smiled and laughed as I watched my team having to interpret the rap being dished out. Fast forward to this year. The rally is coming to a close. One of my team members has already been actively interpreting for about 20 minutes but they announce that it is almost over. I sit back and wait to see how things go. As the MC's of the night continue to talk - I decide to jump up and take my turn. Just as I postion myself in the light - it is announced that the rally will close with a rap being performed by the Dread Crew of Beatwood....and I am on stage. Yep....this is where Karma came to play. I automatically remember the year before and laughing at my team....now, it is the reverse. I am staring down at my team members with the look of "Is this really about to happen....me...rap....interpreting." So...I rock back and forth to the music....purse the lips....and after the first line of this completely new and made up rap...my hands take off. As nervous as I was, my team gave me the nod of confirmation. I rocked that as much as I could. It is those moments that I love. Inside, I say "Fuck It" which allows all side conversation in my head and overthinking tendencies to be pushed to the side so I can do what I know I can do.

Weekend of May 10th & 11th - This was a great weekend. Actors Eva LaRue and another one, still yet to be named, graced out faire. I was able to snag a picture with them....yes, one of the benefits of having a great eye and being a gate mistress.

Closing weekend May 17th & 18th - This weekend was as amazing as it could have possibly been. Despite the fact that the 17th was the 2-year anniversary of my Mother's Death (Yes I had an emotional morning)....I was able to put a smile on my face, lock the emotions inside, and enjoy myself knowing that she was proudly watching me from above. Hung out with some amazing old & new friends Saturday night. As I went to sleep Saturday night, I had approximately 33 left to fill my gun inspections goal. Sunday I woke up with an amazing attitude. Last day of faire, which obviously was bittersweet. I had a great time between my front gate shifts and the my shows. I even found time to play in the Information Booth during one of my breaks. Started training my "apprentice" for guns inspections.....lol. I am happy to announce that I not only hit my goal of 150 gun inspections, but exceeded it by 1. My 2014 faire count was 151! Gooooo me!!!!!

Now....Summer plans. Well let me start off by saying that after 50-60 days of working straight with no days off....my first, much needed and deserved, vacation will be this weekend! After celebrating the success of this years Practicum students Saturday night I will be headed to Vegas Sunday morning....maybe Saturday night....haven't decided yet. Thank you to the J.W. Marriott for sending me an offer for 3 free nights. Yes, I will take you up on that. Yes, I will be more than happy to utilize your jetted tub. Yes, I will make sure to pack my bathing suit to endulge in the amazing pool that you have on grounds. Yes....I am sure that there are more things I will be enjoying....but that will have to be told in the next blog.

I also want to plan another one-two vacations during the summer. Lake Tahoe comes to mind....or maybe somewhere else. Planning will be going into effect once I have saved some funds. I definitely want to take Bubba to some new places. Get em started young with the beauty of what our country can be or is. If you have any ideas....comment them below. :)

So to all my faire people, the ones of old, the ones of new, the ones I finally asked your name...and hope that I remember, the long talks, the gun inspections, the laughs, the juice, the beards, the shenanigans......thank you! I look forward to seeing you again......just not right now....lol. Mama gots to go to Vegas!

I am not your option!

Single life is hard!

Especially since I am a single mom. I mean I respect my son and myself well enough that I don't bring him into anything. I mean it would have to be really serious for that to happen. I have dated, as in going out to a place to get to know each other, quite a few guys. Even when I think I have changed something about my selection process that will result in 

better standings...I am slammed in the face with a Haha.

A few weeks ago I decided to cleanse my phone and text messages by deleting people, guys, that I don't speak to much or at all anymore. So needless to say, if you have sent a text to me recently and I didn't reply'with "Who's this" then you're lucky. Don't take that for granted because it may not last!

Why should I continue to invest so much when it is not being reciprocated by the other person? I don't want your excuses about how you are too busy with this or that. I mean honestly...it takes less than 10 seconds to send a text saying "hi, how you been?" or "hey, thinking about you. Hope all is well." Let's not even start on those that obviously just want a booty call. Don't bother wasting your time...and when I say I am not interested, don't view that as a challenge to try and change my decision.

Now that I am slightly stepping off the soapbox...there is an unspoken acceptance of age difference. Normally it is ok for a man to date a younger woman. Woman do not typically date younger men. OK, that statement was completely stereotypical. Let's change that up a bit. I have normally only dated older men...something to do with maturity. I have yet to find someone younger in age that is able to hold his own, and no I do not mean THAT....sicko! LOL. I am such a sarcastic person as it is...it takes quite a character to be able to handle this. I have recently found that there is an increasing fascination developing, in the younger generation, for me. I think since I have turned 30...I am consistently being hit on by 20 and 21 year olds : / That or people who are old enough to be my dad.

I even got a drunk/lovesick text and call in the middle of the night this past weekend. Someone who claims he wants to be there but doesn't put forth any effort. "I have just been busy with work." Ummm, yea....I don't even want to hear it. 

Fix your life!

On that note - don't treat me like an option. I am only going to stick around for so long because it is not fair to me. I will put forth effort until I realize it is not being reciprocated back and then I will move on. If you are reading this thinking that it is possibly you...it just might be. In the end, your loss unless you do something about it. Muah!

2nd weekend of Faire!

What an amazing weekend!

As promised this blog with be slightly longer than the last. Not to mention a double hitter as secondary blog will be posted about the progress/frustrations of single life. Lucky you guys! LOL

OK...so Saturday started off great. Added an addition 5 "gun inspections" for a total of 25 to date. I didn't try as hard as I could have, but I am not really worried about acheiving said goal. Not to mention that the beautiful bone pin lady completed my order. So now I have a pin stating that I am a Gun Inspector, it is obviously official...hehe. If you haven't paid her a visit you should!

Some of my family showed up so the rest of the day was spent as a normal faire goer. I even changed into normal clothes. Thank you First Aid. I will now and forever remember regular clothes during faire hours as "being naked." Was able to have dinner off-site with my family. Great laughs. Love how we can get together and completely make fun and talk crap to each other in such a loving manner...lol...but seriously Jenn, get rid of that old lady jacket!

Sunday was awesome. My Twinagain decided not to join the front gate festivities, I mean work, but that is excusable because she escorted Ben to the depths of our twisted town. :) Todd Stashwick as nice enough to take a picture with me. If you don't know who he is...look him up.

The 12:30 Washing Well Wenches show was unbelievable. I do not think I have ever laughed so hard. To the man in the "kilt," which was really a plaid blanket held up by a belt, thank you for going commando. As you reached the top of the hill and your backside was suddenly exposed caused by the falling of said fabric...well, yea. ::Chuckle::

Interpreting for Broon on Sunday was hilarious. He truly is an amazing act. His shows are always such a positive and fun challenge for us as interpreters because the randomness in his shows are taken to a whole different level. I mean whereelse can you be backstage in you super secret lounge resting in your hyperbaric chamber filled with warm apple sauce and electrodes connected to all seven of your nipples as angry ferrets bang Inagaddadavida on your forehead with pork ribs...etc... <-----YEA! :D

In closing - I was able to put in some more work on my mini-cloak and I am happy to annouce that it should be done by this coming weekend! 5 more weekends to go! That is plenty of time for more shenanigans, laughs, hugs, and GUN INSPECTIONS! Hehehe.

Whoooo Wheeee!

First weekend of faire is over and we are approaching on the 2nd. Well - approaching as in tomorrow :) I had such a blast. It is really one of those things that you have to take on with an open mind and readiness for a fun-time.

For those that don't know....and those that need a reminder...lol. I have a fascination for arms. I have been given a goal of 150 for the season. What does that mean? That means that I have to "convince" 150 participants (that I do not know) or customers to let me "inspect their guns" - safety reasons of course! LOL

I am proud to announce that for the first weekend I was able to achieve 20/150. So if you are a faire participant that I do not know....come find me. Help me out. If you are a faire participant that I do know....come find me anyways....LOL.

This post will be short and sweet. I have a job assignment that must be fulfilled. Until Monday my beauties! Stay tuned for a summary of actions from 2nd weekend!

How does she do what she does?

Often times others wonder and I question....how do I possibly do as much as I do....simple answer...I have no flippin clue!

Growing up I have always been a go getter. It simply was "in my blood." I think the skill set started to really set in during the time my parents were separated. My brother and I lived with my dad, because he was the financial stable of the two. My dad worked hard day in and day out to provide for us. This obviously was something I looked up to and tried to emulate myself. In the end, I hope that my son, my pride and joy, personifies the same qualities.

So...how busy am I? Well, let's break-down my life.

First and foremost - I am a single mother. My son's father lives out of the state. Therefore, the bulk of the responsibility is on me....and I honestly would have it any other way given the circumstances. My son has given my life meaning. Thankfully, I do have an amazing support system at home; most of who is my Dad. I can never express how much he means to me. He truly is the greatest man in my life.

Work - I recently decided to focus on my passion, Sign Language Interpretation. I graduated from college in 2012 with my certificate in sign language interpretation. Up until last month, had been working two jobs (1 not related to the field). I realized that in order to improve and really take my skill to the next level I needed to dedicate more time to the craft. Afterall, practice makes perfect right! So now, I can happily say I am a working educational and free lance interpreter. 

SAID  - I chose to stay involved with the interpreting program I graduated from as my way to give back to my profession. Fundraising, organizing, dispatching, mentoring...the list goes on. My latest project: I have been planning the Spring Fundraiser. A two-day interpreting conference and comedy show. I am a natural at event planning but there is definitely alot of things involved. Should you be an ASL or Interpreting student reading this....harmless plug :) go check out www.aslimmigrant.com to register and more information.

Social Life - Let's see..between dedicating time to my family, friends, and myself...It can be so exhausting. It is so nice to be able to sit down and relax...ME TIME! However, we only have one life so we need to make the most of it. I try and do as much as possible so I have no regrets...well mostly no regrets. That is a whole other story....lol. Guys.....well that is definitely a whole other blog!!!! Hahahahaha.

Lastly...and definitely not the least....Renaissance Faire. I specifically saved this one for last because the countdown is beginning. Faire is coming up next weekend and runs through May 18th. Three seasons ago I was blessed to be accepted into the guild of ASL Interpreters at the Southern California Renaisssance Festival. I pretty much told them that they are stuck with me whether they like it or not....lol. No really, I did.I mean where else could you go for boobs, beer, and laughs! I mean that is not my order of preference and there are some items I would exchange out for others...haha. The atmosphere is amazing. It is not everyone's cup of tea....but between my guild, the event services staff (my second home there), and the many many friends I have made and hope to continue making. Don't even get me started on the amount of men that pass through the gates of our town. Thankfully this year, there will be a "gun inspector" hard at work inspecting the "guns" of those visiting as well as working...hehehe. Yea, if you didn't know already...I do have a slight arm fetish. No your arms do not need to be like Arnold's to be sexy. So if you come to play...or work....help me reach my goal. Find me and say hi! ;)

I hope that you get some joy from reading this. I know it is not as sarcastic as some of the others....or even as possibly controversial...but sometimes they run out of sprinkles and all you get is the ice cream. <------I have no idea where that came from....but kinda like it! LOL.

Are you serious?

So since I started this blog....like it was that long ago :) ...I have been thinking about what I want to write about. So many great discussions with my dear friends and family...all with some amazing topics but the other night I figured out what I was going to write about next. Baby daddies! Ok, don't get me wrong....there are some amazing men out there and even more so ones that step up and go above and beyond. Part of this post will be venting...yea cause I have to do that sometimes...but also because I feel like I need to give a slight background before I can really start the discussion/thought process. 

As I have mentioned before I am a single woman with a 5-year-old son. Obviously there was a man at one point because babies don't make themselves. My son's father and I are no longer together...and frankly never will be. That is a entirely different discussion that may or may not be revealed at some later point...I really don't want to slam my ex because it is not healthy for me nor my son. Back to point! Understand, we have been separated for just over 2 years. We have not lived together for 2 years. A majority of that 2 years....my son has been with me. My ex has stepped up here and there with rotating schedules and what not - but again - a majority of the time he has been with me. Now, I am not one of those women that try and keep the kid(s) out of spite. I am a dedicated mother who cannot stand to be away from my son for any indefinite period of time; case in point why my son is with me. Anyways, I have held down two or more jobs over these last couple years to provide for my son. My ex has been in and out of work. I have an amazing support group at home. I honestly don't know where I would be without them.  

My ex recently moved out to Wisconsin for work....recently being sometime between Halloween and middle of Thanksgiving...honestly can't remember...it's the old age I guess...lol. Anyways, he has not been back since. He has spoke to his son on three different occasions with the phone calls totaling up to maybe 6-7 minutes. He does send a little money but it doesn't cover everything! It doesn't even cover the daycare costs for our son. That is not even figuring the rest of the balance of daycare, food, shelter, clothing, medical costs, school supplies, outside activities, toys, etc. Now, I don't expect him to pay for everything but for those that aren't parents....there are a lot of expenses associated with having children. This brings me to the point of the post.... 

The other night he sent me a text and asked me what we were going to do about taxes. I informed him that I was going to be filing by myself. He then asked if I was going to claim our son....ummm yea. Tell me why he followed up that question with one asking if we were going to take turns claiming him....ummm No! If things continue to be as they are now, which they should, because I will continue to have my son with me....why on earth do you think you are doing to claim him. The whole point of claiming a kid is because you have provided for the duration of the previous year. This is not about you or me. This is about him. You can't even take the time out of your busy day to see how he is doing. Don't tell me that I can call you whenever....because I am not! Why should I have to go out of my way to make sure that our son gets the chance to talk with his father. You should be calling me to see if you can talk to him. You don't even text and ask how he is doing! 

So to all the baby daddies out there that are lagging and not taking care of their responsibilities....step off! Don't think you can just pop in whenever you feel it will be convenient for you....because I ain't got time for that. To those baby daddies that try and step up for their kids but get shut down because of the mom's.....shame on those women! It is not about your feelings...it is about the kids. Unless the father to your child(ren) is a risk to the well being of you or them....get the hell of your high horse and stop messing around. When it comes down to it....the kid(s) will be the one that suffers. Lastly, to those men that step up and take on the responsibility of a "father-figure" for a kid that they didn't help produce.....I salute you. It is men like you that give me hope for the future of our society. Being able to look past something in the pursuit of happiness just makes you that much more desirable. 

Needless to say...I know of situations where it is the reverse and it is baby mommas that are lagging or women that have stepped up to help with kids that are not their own. 

So for people everywhere....I know this is going to sound cliché...but the children are our future. Remember that having them is a privilege not a right. Some people shouldn't be parents....while others struggle to feel that joy. Live every moment for the betterment of them and in return you will enjoy the luxuries of their happy childhood.