Do you know what I am doing? Flying high, way, way HIGH! Why no, no, I don’t mean LSD high. Hell, I don’t even mean “weed card” high. I am talking, 40,000 feet above our mother earth high. I should join the club but as I look around I see nobody I would invite to join with me except maybe the cute male flight attendant but such is my luck that his wife and  two kids happen to be on THIS flight. Bahaha, I wouldn’t do that anyways. Besides I have the kids with me and no sitter **sigh**.


As things 1 and 2 were being served peanuts and pretzels, I sat gazing out the window on the other side of the plane. Oh, before I go any further I want to point out that the seats on the right side of a Southwest plane spell “FED” above each row. Thankfully we are on the “CBA” side so either we are saved from any conspiracy or doomed because the conspiracy on our side couldn’t spell “CIA” right **sigh** (again). Anyways, I am gazing out the window at the clouds or at least the top of them. I don’t believe in G*D, heaven and hell HOWEVER, if I am wrong (IF) then I know that is what heaven looks like. I have always thought that cloud tops from a plane are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Today I am running somewhere between “WOW, BEAUTIFULLY AMAZING” and “WOW, WHY DOES EVERYTHING ELSE SEEM TO SUCK”. Polly positive isn’t traveling today, Polly pessimism has stolen her ticket to ride.


Today, today, today…I am glad I didn’t follow the original plan for today. Instead I am flying to Portland and then off to Hood River for the week. Visiting MIL, FIL, Cuz-J, Beckster, and of course my baby Z-fred, who has decided to stay in Oregon to try out life, should keep me occupied for a few days anyways. What you ask am I trying to avoid yet am so preoccupied with? HA! I am not sure many believed me but today, Saturday August 3, 2013 is the day that I was going to marry Dirty Dick to the sounds of “smack my bitch up”. Trust me when I say that I am not entirely sad that I am not throwing that rave because things needed to be different but I AM still messed up that I allowed myself to believe it would and could really happen and be bliss forever **BARF**.


Hello, my name is Ms. Pumpkin, I bitch and I have ample drama, welcome, come in and have a seat while I decide my next move for conquering the world. All I need now are the right shoes.



About angrypumpkinoutofcontrol

Who am I? You know, oddly enough I don’t know what to say. I am a single (again) mom in So Cal. I am trying to get myself and my 3 boys through life. I am a cynical romantic. I am opinionated and generally not afraid to share said opinions. I am a daughter, probably not always the greatest but it’s my 1st time being a daughter and I’m still learning. I am a friend, this I am generally better at aside from the occasional slip from grace. I am funny (I hear), intelligent (it’s why my BFF chose me) and a neat freak with a streak of OCD. I am told that I scare men and little kids. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up except happy, at peace, stable. I have many good people in my life and many people that have walked out. Focus on what you have. I have no idea the things I should write here. What do you people want from me?

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