Today in History

1978 Pope John Paul I was found dead in his Vatican apartment a little more than one month after becoming head of the Roman Catholic Church.

1982 Extra-Strength Tylenol capsules laced with cyanide claimed the first of seven victims in the Chicago area. (The case remains unsolved.)

1988 The space shuttle Discovery blasted off from Cape Canaveral, Fla., marking America's return to manned space flight following the Challenger disaster.

1989 Actress Zsa Zsa Gabor was convicted of battery for slapping a Beverly Hills police officer who had pulled her over.

Ok, well, not everything in history, but the rest of the stuff was pretty boring. As is my day today. As usual, I got up and went to the gym. I am definately not a "group" work out person. I like to be the only person in the place. Lately, when I get there, it is fairly empty. After my 30 minutes on the eliptical, the place is still quiet. Then all of a sudden there are 10 people there. GAH !!

The place is S M A L L. Located in a store front in a strip mall. I usually freak because too many people "might" be watching me, is my fat flapping or someone is on the machine I want to use or someone might want the machine I am considering using....can you say mental collapse? So 9/10 thru my workout I cannot stand it anymore and up and leave. I didn't even wipe off my last machine, I just had to get outta there. Ok, so does anybody know what psychosis I have that freaks me out to work out in a gym with too many people? I just know there is a name for it. I guess I need to get up earlier and see if there are less people. *shudder* I wanna get thin, I just don't want anyone watching while I sweat my butt off.

Randomness - "We shouldn't put off till tomorrow what we can do today, because if we enjoy it today, we can do it again tomorrow." - Unknown

Oh where to begin....

How do you just start a blog? It just seems so odd to just start blathering away, but I guess every good blog has to have a beginning. Let me just start out by saying, I am NOT a writer, I am not pretending to be a writer and I have NO desire to become a writer.

My goals are as follows:

1) To entertain millions of blog readers ... err, myself ... anyone who stumbles on this blog

B) To vent about people and things that annoy me and

3) To document my exsistance in case my spawn of satan MIL ever decides to do me in

So I guess introductions are in order. Me, I am the lead player in my very own dramady. You can call me MJ. We will let that stand as Mama J as I am the biological mother of 4, step mother of 2 and lest we forget that 6'3" spoiled man-child I am married to...lets just call him Daddy S or DS dipshit suits him most days .

We will call the children (in order of age) Oops will be 30 in October, he is my first born....and had I not had help raising him, he would have been the last. Oops had ADHD before ADHD had a freakin' name and I was a 15 yr old mother.

BK-DQ is 19 today, she is my step daughter who knows all and sees all. She moved out again before she graduated this year...why you ask? Well, of course because her BF cheated on her....so she disowned her family and moved in with him (well, with him, I mean at his parents house because he has no job, no money, no car, no drivers license and no ambition). I know I know, I wish I was as smart as she is....more on BK-DQ later.

Then there is SS. That is my 17 yr old step-son. We haven't been able to have contact with him for many many years...that too, is another day post.

We move on to AA or Armadillo Alex...this is a fictional character my son (also 17) created years ago in his english class and the name has stuck.

Ok, lets recap what we have learned so far. I will draw diagrams if anyone gets lost. Oops and AA are my sons, 30 and 17. BK-DQ and SS are my husbands children, 19 and 17.

Now we are moving on to the "our" of his, mine and ours children. Next we have Jr. He is my husbands mini-me...looks like him, acts lies like him, etc. Jr is 13.

And last but not least, my only biological daughter, Sissy. If everyone could have a child like her, we would have world peace in less than one generation. No lie !! well, she isnt perfect, but I like to pretend she is She is 11,and in one week she will be 12. Ok, that is the clan. There are alot more freaks in my show, but we will save them for later posts.



Today is DS's birthday, he is now 39. A mere 6 years younger than me....yes, I know, I robbed the proverbial cradle. The original cougar...I have heard it all my friends. Good thing I look younger than he does or I would be a whole lot more unstable than I am now. We are going to have dinner at the local pub with some of our church friends...well, right now our only friends. Yup, you guessed it, that is a post for another day.

I currently work for a bank call center. That's right. I am the person at the other end of the 800 # you call and yell at because you can't keep track of the money in your account. This job will provide LOTS of later day posts.

Ok, you know me and I hope to know you as these days, weeks, months and years pass.

ciao baby !!!