Hiatus

So you clicked in on the off chance that I might again share with you my biting wit. That's not really a guarantee that I can make, but I got a little bit o' mama som'n som'n.

I was a SAHM for a very limited time in the scheme of things, yet I can't seem to wrap my brain around the fact that I am and have been a ladder climbing, corporate dwelling, working mom for quite some time now.

It's true, I am a WM, (why can't there be any cool monikers for working moms?) and I am only recently facing some of the bigger challenges that the title entails. We are the ever rising "in this economy" dual income family. I won't tell you the rest because, internet, it is too depressing. So I am an official child care juggler with one car, because my piece of Shit baby is broke the fuck down.

Do you know how hard it is to get child care for 3.5 hours 1 day per week and 2 days every other week. It isn't fair to me or the provider, arrgh! I pay through the nose for my 3 day a week cooperative pre-school and still can't manage to get it all worked out. Then there is the nightmare of the Southwestern public school system. I mean we just got through with winter break, What the FUCK do you mean they are having an in-service day. What the hell do they do on those days anyway?

That aside the husband is simultaneously pimping himself out for a promotion and applying to grad school. The chaos is like manna from heaven, nectar of the gods, shoelaces to shoes, well you get my drift. I love it all, the hustle and bustle, the potential for drastic change. The "economy" can't faze me because I have been too busted for too long. Rejection can't faze me because without it I wouldn't strive to be more.

The moral of this story is that there is no moral... Life is simply how well you roll with the punches.

PLGC-out

Uncle Buck

My mind is fired, hard wired to buck the system and then some. I try to get along, try to do things right, keep shit tight. It ain't workin' for me, I ain't workin' for me, gotta get it. I gotta fix my head or I'm headed straight for Hell, but I am already there, no care. No worry. No hurry.

so I wrote this on a...

blog that only family members have access to. Is it mean? I truly want your opinion internet. (p.s. if I have NOT posted your comments in some time, get a Clue, I am not asking you!!)

So I'd really like to say something monumentally astounding, et all and all of that. The truth is this is just Bebo and not my life's work. So then I have to ask myself what is my life's work and am I truly working on it? I know that this blog is completely lacking a serial comma and I am ok with that. If'n y'all don't know what I am talkin' about, please don't bother.

i know i've been mean internet...

but, I could really use some advice. Tonight I took BG to ballet class. Keep in mind this is a class of 4-5 year olds at 5:15 in the evening after a day at kindergarten. The first thing the teacher did was to bring out the naughty Hula Hoop (just what it sounds like, aka the hula hoop of confinement). This is how she starts the class. I watched the entire time and BG acted out exactly once and it was mild at best. The teacher proceeded to move them to the corner and lecture my daughter. She was pointing and her face was very angry. She then came out of the class and lectured the parents to review the rules, as she does not have an assistant and cannot possibly be bothered to have Fucking Fun!

I have left a message for the school director to call me back. I am ready at this point to pull her from the school. I don't see the point if she isn't having fun. It's called Pre-Ballet for goodness sake. Also I don't remember anything in the curriculum about disciplinary actions. What do you all think, am I overreacting? Feel free to chime in internet, feel free.

The Lecture to myself, aka- take your own advice STUPID!!

Sometimes I think I am too busy giving advice to others. The truth is; it is time to kick my own butt and take the advice that I hand out. I am 33 and young enough to know that I am not even a small semblance of old. Time to take this puppy to another level!!

Don't stop following your dreams, the old cliche "it is hard to see the forest for the trees" is one that holds insurmountable truth. I think we get wrapped up in what "IS" our reality and forget that we had other ideas in the first place. In the end nothing holds us back but ourselves.

The excuses like; lack of money, depression, not enough time are just that. In the end no excuse is the truth, because if you don't try to follow your dreams, then nothing will ever become of them. They will become bitter regrets that color your present, dissolve your future and then you are just living in a non-existent past.

I am talking to myself here. sometimes if I blog my own lecture I can see it more clearly. So MC it is time, it is now and every minute you don't move forward stagnates and decays the life that you are living.