I’m staying up late, ingesting tons of caffeine, watching The Shield, and waiting to see the eclipse. Sadly, here in my corner of South Carolina, the cloud cover is so thick, nothing can be seen.
But that’s okay. I can feel it inside so I need not see it. I’ve been dealing with a lot of mother issues, but today (especially tonight) I know that I shouldn’t dampen my soul with them. Even when I was young I felt the pull of the Goddess. I’ve felt it my whole life. Now that I have turned to it wholly and without reservation, I can know that my real Mother has always been there. She has never, ever turned her back on me. There is nothing I can do that would make her turn her back on me, or cast me aside.
I feel a change inside…
OK! Day 10 which means I am 1/3 the way done!! I suck at this crap and I really regret starting a 30 day challenge. I don’t want to be a quitter so I’m going to keep trudging through. For nothing else, this experience will pad the blog and give it some depth, even though most of it will be fluff.
Today’s topic is music you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, and mad.
Right now, I’m listening to “Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys” by My Chemical Romance. I’m listening to it a lot. Destroya and Na Na Na are the songs I listen too when I’m both happy and mad (theres’s little distance between those two lol). SING is what I crankup when I feel a little down. Screw hyped and bored.
Check the album out if you did MCR. If you don’t , I’d urge to you to still check the album out. The band has changed a lot and it’s for the better. They are older now and better musicians to boot.
Blah, this post has taken too long.
Do you ever second guess this whole adult thing?
I thought by the time I turned 26 I would have a grasp on what being an adult is. Adding two kids and a husband to the mix, you would think that I would be officially able to call myself an adult. With all the added responsibilities, you would think I would mature to a point where I could accept that I had slipped into adulthood. I would be reasonable with my words and my thoughts, enjoy frozen yogurt, listen to sensible music as I hustled the kids from one activity to another. I would have respectable outfits and hair that attractive but reasonable. I’d have a leather hand bag and wear low heels. I would be attractive but not brash.
I seriously do none of those things. I curse way too much, still use the word “dude”, and have a habit of saying weird shit just for the lulz. Shit, I use the phrase “just for the lulz”. Nirvana is still my band of choice, but I also listen to My Chemical Romance. I literally threw a one women party when I found out they had a new album. My hair is crazy mullet-y mess of layers and I shave off my eyebrows. I can never get my make up right, I either have too much or not nearly enough. I wear Chuck Taylors that are falling apart and tshirts I’ve mutilated with scissors. I wear too much jewelry, drink lots of coffee, and laugh at dick and fart jokes.
Sometimes I wonder if I missed some important class or some memo, alerting me to the ways of the adult. Is there a book I just skipped reading?
I do think I like it this way though. I don’t feel too separated from my children. And within the circles of my family, I never even notice my awkwardness. But once Im out and about, seeing other moms and stuff, I feel like I seriously am lacking something.
Anyone out there feel the same?
I’m a good friend. I’m a good wife. I made a really good meatloaf. 😀
Ah, it is December isn’t it? I guess it really is winter and the end of the year really is right around the corner. It always surprises me how fast the year seems now that I am an adult. I remember the year taking forever when I was a kid. Now, in a blink the whole year goes flying by.
I’m not a big goal person. I like just going with the flow and things turning out like they should. I like planning things out, but Ive never really set goals for myself. If it happens, it happens.
This month I’d like a goal. For the last week or two I’ve noticed that I’ve picked up a little weight. November and December are always my weight gaining months. My clothes still fit fine, but they are just a little tighter than normal. I was way down about this for a few days. When I get down, sometimes it’s a harsh journey. But, I’ve resolved that the weight gain is what it is. It’s nothing to stress or beat myself up about. And really, I gained it honestly. My birthday was this month and I totally overindulged. Then a few weeks later, viola Thanksgiving!! And fuck, if eating wonderful food while having fun with my family and enjoying myself is going to give me a little more cushion, ah so be it.
I’d like to keep an eye on my weight gain. I want to do this by being more physically active. More walking when the weather is nice, more playing with the kids, more random dancing. Also, while working to make myself better from the inside, I also want to make it look better from the outside.
I want to start experimenting more with clothes. I want to try things and stretch my boundaries. Right now, Im a tshirt and jeans type of girl. I’ve been reading fatshion blogs and excitement about clothing has crept into me again. The notion that fashion and sexiness are for others. I’m really hoping to get to do some shopping soon. Hopefully the local Goodwill wont be stripped of coolnesss. I want funky ,I want bold, I want to decorate my temple instead of camouflaging it.
Those are my goals for this month. Let’s see how this works out, hehehe.
These three slightly goofy looking fellas have completely changed my world.
My husband has done so much for me. He was the catalyst to my development as a fully independent person. He was the first one to show me that even though I was broken, I wasn’t damaged. He saw inside the weak minded scared little girl and was able to see just what kind of women I was to become. He helped me realize that there’s more to life than what you know.
My little guys have pretty much defined me as a women. I was shown the joys and wonders of motherhood from them. I never wanted a husband or children, but once I had both I felt like a huge piece had been placed in my puzzle. My life is what it is because of those three guys.
This picture is from this Halloween. The boys were The Blues Brothers. They were the coolest dressed kids at the event we went to. 😀