life

Life – in bullets

  • It has once again (actually twice again) been proved that I no longer have an core strength.  I suck.
  • I am happy that the debates are over.  I will be happier when the election is over.  I will be happiest if whomever is elected actually produces something other than hot air regarding everything he has promised.
  • Lovey and I are not Joe or Joella six pack.
  • I find it amusing that people are all up in arms about Representative Murtha out of western PA saying that the area is racist, but Obama will probably still win. (Newsweek)  Oh, he shouldn't say stuff like that.  Um, whatever.  It's not the race card, it's the truth.
  • I feel like I live in some sort of bubble.  I know that the economy is bad, but I have been fortunate enough to not be affected by it (KNOCKING ON ALL THE WOOD I CAN FIND).  I often feel bad because I know that others are struggling while our family plans a vacation.  I am not sure how to reconcile this with myself outside of reminding myself that I saved for an entire year to take it.
  • Lovey makes me laugh.  When we go out to eat, he says it's okay to have an appetizer too, and a drink, because we're boosting the economy.
  • MommaShyner sent me a top in the mail yesterday.  She said that she thought it would look cute after the procedure.  Lovey liked it.  I'm still deciding.  It's kinda slutty.  Thanks mom!
  • I have bruises on my leg and they look like finger marks.  They aren't, but it took me a while to figure out what they were from.  Oh circus, I love you and your injuries.
  • I have had a knot in my neck for nearly 2 weeks and no matter what I try, it won't go away.  May I please have a new neck now?
  • Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber.  I wonder if he'll get a plumber's license before he decides to buy the business he's been working for for so long.  I know nothing about plumbing.  I wonder if he needs one?
  • Here comes NaNoWriMo.  I wonder if I'll be able to do it this year.  I've got a story rattling around in my head, but I think it would take way longer than a month to get it out.  I might be able to outline it in a month.
  • I'm getting stretchy.  Closer to getting into a split than I have ever been.  I also learned that I am trying to stretch the wrong part of my back.  Go figure.
  • I love sushi.  Just sayin'.
  • Btw, hi, where did this whole year go already? I mean, I guess I'm not complaining because it's that much closer to a lot of things, but DAYUMN!
  • I had a crazy dream last night about heckling some hot dude celeb and running away and him tracking me down.  And for this, I slept the whole night through which I have not been able to do for the last 3 or 4 nights.
  • Newsflash: Wendy Testaburger kicked Eric Cartman's ass last night because he's an asshole. (it might say not available, but it is)

 

  • I've only seen a little clip (since I can't stay up until 11) of David Alan Greer's new show, Chocolate News, but I think it'll be pretty good.
  • And I'm spent.

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Life: You must be this tall to ride.

Some days are spent in an eternal click-clacking climb up the first hill.  Some days are a hands-up, no seat belt freefall down the biggest slope on the ride.

Things have been so random lately.  Not necessarily random bad, just random.

School started.  Lovey's teacher is normal.  Mine is, well, not.  I feel bad for people in the class who weren't able to attend the live chat because if they just go by what the assignment says, they'll be lucky to sqeak by with a C.  She wants so much more than it says.  I'll just be fortunate that I was able to attend.

Kiddo's bus driver got lost yesterday.  They apparently have a problem hiring and keeping drivers.  The driver got mad at the kids for, I guess being kids, and called the cops.  Kiddo watched two of her FEMALE friends (no more than 14 years old, good students, good kids in general) get HANDCUFFED and put in the police car and driven away.  Is it just me or is this ridiculous?  Those were city cops, by the way.  A "school police" officer was there also.  He was still there when I arrived at 5:20 when Kiddo is usually at home no later than 4:45.  I politely asked him what I needed to do to get my child out of this situation.  His brilliant response complete with stupid facial expression? "Uh, tell her to get off the bus."  Thank you!  My tax dollars hard at work.  By the way, school lets out at 3:40 so nearly two hours of drama and trauma.

Things are not all bad.  I still have a job, albeit one that I do not love.  I cannot even go into what transpired today alone to make me feel this way, but suffice it to say that I have to deal with things that are ridiculous.

I still got paid last Friday.  I will still (hopefully) receive a bonus this Friday.  I will still receive my tax-free loan repayment from Uncle Sam before the middle of next week.

My mother called me and in her random way tells me the story of how her husband's great-grandfather used to be the president of the country he is from (not this one, lol).  He had land that the government seized and built a rather large facility on.  There seems to be some sort of settlement for the family to the tune of a large chunk of change.  I don't know why she is telling me this.  I refuse to get my hopes up that I will finally "hit the lottery" and be relieved of working because I have to and be allowed to work if, when, and where I want to.

The Florida lottery is up to 20 million dollars.  Yes, I will blow 10 dollars that could be used for better good and buy tickets.

(Sorry guys) I have an appointment with my GYN today.  I'm hoping he can explain a few things like why my last few periods have been excrutiating when I've never had a problem with them before, why I wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat when the air is at 64 and I'm naked, and why I have a declining drive.  Perimenopause anyone?  Wonderful, no?  I'm only 34 dammit.

Speaking of getting old, I was listening to Sirius and they were playing Sweet Child O' Mine (Gunners).  I looked at the station and it was Classic Rewind.  CLASSIC REWIND!  After I was insulted, I realized that the song is nearly 20 years old.  How's that for a slap in the face?

Still, with all this, I love my life.  I love that I have family who cares.  My extended family cares (Lovey's family).  I love that my brother is all kinds of wacky but he's true to himself and to BMX racing.  I love that I have a job that pays me a stupid amount of money even though I put up with some dumb shit.  I love that I have the opportunity to go back to school and get a degree in something that actually interests me.  I love that our family trio has our health.  I love that we have a roof over our heads, even if it's in a city that I can't stand.

I love that you will listen to this and not tell me how silly I am.

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Kicking out the lazy bitch that resides within me

She has to go.  I am better than this and I know it.  While I was never a "I want to be a princess when I grow up" type of kid, I somehow don't think that I am where I should be.

So, where should I be?  I'm still working on it.  Knowing where I should be is similar to the way I go shopping for clothes.  I will walk past racks and racks, but if nothing jumps out into my hands, then it is not the item for me.  Like this, I have a very limited wardrobe, but I also know that I haven't passed where I should be, because if I had, I'd still be there.

Should allows for such a broad range of things.  There are the shoulds imposed by other people such as you should go back to school, you should work your way up the corporate ladder, you should be married by a certain age, have 2.2 kids, house, white picket fence, dog, blah, blah, blah.  Those are the shoulds that do not concern me for they are based on the wishes of others.

Kiddo and Lovey are shoulds.  Today, Kiddo turned 14.  She's turning into a beautiful young lady (most of the time) and I should do everything I can to raise her right and keep her out of trouble.  Lovey is a should.  He came to me at a time when I was swearing off men and their horrible influences.  He broke through that.  He showed me that it's not all bad and I'm not all bad.  He's a should because he jumped off the rack at me, planted one on me and said it's you and me babe.

Back to where should I be.  From a career standpoint, not where I am.  I can be good at what I do (paper pusher) when I choose to, but pushing paper holds no interest for me.  Despite being the anti-social witch that I am, I need the human contact. (makes for a great bartender)  I've always been someone that random people will open up to.  I hold many secrets.  People talk to me, whether they know me or not and I've gotten used to it.  Now, I need the randomness.   I need things to not be the same every day.  I need to stay busy.  Mostly, I need to not sit at a desk.  So should I work elsewhere?  Yes, probably.  I just have to get to it.  Get out lazy bitch!

I've never really been a religious person.  I think that it is, in part, related to the amount of church I was forced to attend as a child. (Once my mom made us go to church on New Year's Eve.  I was only about 13, but still!)  As I've gotten older, and certainly no wiser, I've been finding that I'm missing something in my life.  I don't really have any focus, no center, and I should.  I'm not interested in going to church as most know it as I find organized religion to be, well, a scam.  Churches keep getting bigger, people keep buying more expensive clothes, preachers/reverends/whatever you call them keep building bigger houses and driving nicer cars.  Churches don't need to be big enough to house a football field.  Whomever you worship probably doesn't care what you wear when you do it.  And the last I'm not even gonna touch.

I guess I'm spiritual, but not religious.  I feel at my best when I'm in an open area, preferably outside, where I can "commune with nature".  For me, a perfect day is one that is spent entirely outside.  Enter Wicca.

I'm no expert.  As a matter of fact, I'm just beginning my journey by reading, collecting, and just learning.  I've only scraped the surface, but I already know that Wicca is what I should be practicing.  It's quite possible that I've been receiving hints to this purpose for some time, but I just had too much interference to realize it.  Now, now I know that I should make more time to learn, to practice, to center, to focus.  I don't just want to be outside, I need it. 

Another stream of consciousness blog from yours truly with no ending, but I feel good about it.

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You're pretty…

…for a black girl.

Someone actually said that to me once.  It was many years ago, and while it stung a little then, if someone said that to me today, chances are great that I would punch said someone square in the mouth.

Who are you to judge what's pretty and why would the standards be different for different races?

Today, I've come to the conclusion that I don't care.  America, your standards of beauty are no longer important to me.  Fuck you.  I'm pretty whether it's to me, my boyfriend, some random construction worker, or you America, with your stuck up ideals and your fucked up morals.  I'm not just pretty, I AM BEAUTIFUL! 

My life is full.  Full of family, full of love, full of work (unfortunately), and full of school.  I am proud of who I am and who I will be.  I am me, dammit, and that's good enough.  There is no longer a single person out there that can tell me otherwise because, while I was lost for a while, I just found myself this morning while walking outside and you know what?  I LOVE ME!

I love all my 5 foot one inches.  I love all 128 of my muscular pounds.  I love my nappy-ass hair and my not-so-ghetto booty.  You won't see me on the cover of some magazine or parading down some runway, and you sure as hell won't see me starving myself because I think (or society has made me believe) that I'm fat. 

I will no longer obsess about stupid crap.  My hair is long enough and it grows more every day.  My boobs are the right size for my body.  That little bit of fat on my thighs or on my belly is no big deal, after all, I'm not 18 anymore.  It's okay to do things for myself and not feel guilty about it.  I am allowed to enjoy life!

I don't know what exactly brought this on, but whatever it was, I'm happy that it happened.  I honestly feel as though a huge weight was lifted off of me the moment I realized these things.  Now I can look around and see that I had everything I needed all along.  Now I can look around and not see that girl that has nicer hair or the girl that's thinner or taller or richer or anything-er.  They're all just regular people with regular problems, probably problems worse than mine.  I am rich in life and rich in love and I need nothing more.

Excuse me while I go live.

 

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