Time for Lemonade!

I wasn't told much in my previous life that I had a great attitude. I suppose I have a better attitude now that I orphaned myself September 2006.

No, I didn't kill anyone, I just came to a point in my life where I decided that there were some people not worthy of my time or effort anymore. Some people have a way of sucking the life right out of you.

I can't say that I am not still bitter...but my lemons get sweeter every day! I am a better person because of my decision.

WayneJohn gave me this award for my great attitude! Thank you!!!!

And these are the rules for the bloggers that have received the Lemonade Award:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs, which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

I will bestow this award on a few others who have a great attitude and then I will share a story from my previous life, when my attitude was more like HappyBunny's. Okay, so it's still like HappyBunny's, change takes time.



Bloggers with great tudes!

1. Bekah!
2. Legal Diva!
3. Travis Erwin! He still blogs after losing everything in a house fire. Makes me feel horrible for bitching about our 20inch TV.
4. BonDon
5. Red Queen. She's a new blogger on an exploration to find her bloggy greatness!
6. Beck! She is special, she was my first...follower that is :)
7. Jodi!

Seven is good...some of you guys can give it to eleven people, to make up for it.

So here is my story, it has two titles...

Why I orphaned myself part 1
Why I hate Christmas part 2 (Part 1 is here)


This is Uncle Traveling Matt, he is a Fraggle from Fraggle Rock. As a teen, (and even now) I loved Fraggles!

I was 17, a senior in high school and for a year and 3 months begging my parents for a car.

Christmas morning I open a soft squishy gift and I find Traveling Matt. He's one of my favorite Fraggles, he is independent and travels the world. It's a great gift...until my mom ex-mom opens her mouth.

Ex-Mom: "That's Traveling Matt, he is the traveling Fraggle. Your dad and I were going to get you a Fiat (my favorite car as a teen) but when the mechanic put it up on the rack, there was too much damage underneath, so we didn't get it. We were going to take the key and put it in Traveling Matt's hand and wrap it up and give it to you that way. Wouldn't that have been great?!?!"

Me: (WTF??) "Uhhhh, yeah....great."

Ex-Mom: "What is wrong with you, it's the thought that counts?!?"

Me: (WTF????) "Yes, wonderful idea."

I waited for the punchline to this cruel joke and it never came. About three months later, my mom's car was rear-ended, leaving us one car short. At that time, they let me buy my own car which my mom drove until hers was repaired. It was a 5 year old Fiat 2000 Spyder that cost $3000. I LOVED that car! I worked at Burger King to pay for it and all the gas I used.

Six years later, two weeks after my half sister's ex-half sister's 16th birthday, they surprised her with a brand new Ford Probe complete with gas card. Free of charge, no job required.

When my ex-mom called me with the glorious news, she got mad when I was silent on the phone as she explained how excited and happy my ex-sister was.

Ex-Mom: "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you happy for her???" (to this day, I haven't decided if she is insane, or just plain stupid, maybe it's an unfortunate combination of both)"I don't understand why you think we treated you differently." (Yeah, cause it's totally untrue, and all those Whoppers I served were just figments of my imagination also.)

So, I know that this is not what the award was meant for...but I am Twisted that way. It feels good to let some negativity out of me...releasing it forever into the blogosphere.

I am grateful for this award and feel that it is a compliment, IN SPITE of an upbringing that should have produced a cruel, heartless, bitch...but instead produced a: