I see them all the time. Two faced people. One face recognizable with memories and emotion thought forgotten… as its been left to past. One face older, worn, and a complete stranger. Two faces. Two people. The past and the present. I dunno about you, but for me, I have lived a lot if lessons to get to this present state.
I apparently look tired. I was told this by another mom at basketball practice for my eldest. I was sitting there gabbing away with another basketball dad when suddenly someone interrupted.
A tall, slender and sleek, gentleman excused himself as he swore he knew
me from somewhere.
The eyes gave it away. Every conversation, glance, and exchange came back. I smiled and leapt up giving him an unsuspected hug. ” Mark!!”
Then it hit me, I was hugging a stranger. I hardly knew him when he was fun and friendly and safe. Now, i don’t know him at all, just a former impression.
We then proceeded to have a slightly awkward convo. And on the way home all I could think and even say aloud was, “That was weird!!” Ever still trying to shake the feeling. Even wondering what kind of impressions my former self vs. my present self might have left with him.
Not just him but everyone. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve lived a lot of life.
Was there anything that was in then that still makes me now…. I mean other than consistency in changing my hair
What about you?
My friend Scott couldn’t have said it better:
Today is a time to band together in grief, support, and help. Whether you pray, send vibes or juju, donate, or many of the other ways we support one another; It is time to use those concepts. Put religion and politics aside and help the hurting today.
If you chose to donate here are some helpful places that the The Huffington Post (click to see article) have addressed as best organizations to make donations.
Please feel free to add any other organizations in the comments. If you add one and it doesn’t seem legit, I will delete your comment. If you post any comment of political or religious debate, I will delete it. Again, refer to Scott’s quote above. That is precisely how I feel about this tragedy at the moment.
That is what I kept saying to myself; ‘There is no use crying over spilt milk.” Well… that, and my cursing the Chinese. Why do they have to be right all the time.Here I was regretting my laughing earlier. “HAHAHA! No way the Dog is right today! I’m feeling callous not emotional.’
Damn Chinese horoscope. I can’t help but read it since it sneaks up and has to bitch slap me, showing me its right ALL THE TIME.
Anyway. Let’s rewind to ten minutes earlier.
I just walked back into Jakin’s therapy office. The cool air hit making me more aware than ever of my glistening face, the wet hair on the back of my neck, and the river of sweat running down my spine forming a pool right above my crack… Ah, nothing like 100+ degree Oklahoma heat to make a woman feel even more like one with the ‘‘People of Walmart.’‘ Read more
According to you:
I am a slut. Stupid. I am white trash. I’m a whore. Druggie. I’m on welfare. I live off the system. I am a redneck. I trick men to stay with me by having babies. I am going to hell. I have no education. My mother raises my children. I’m an alcoholic. I am a hippie. The spawn of satan. I am a statistic. Immoral. I’m poor. I buy my food with food stamps. I am an addict. I steal. I cheat. I am ignorant. Weak. I’m ugly. I am a bad person. I drain society. Horrible. I am a monster.
My children are bastards. My children are a statistic. My children have no future. My children deserve better. My children are exposed to drugs, sex, alcohol, and other atrocities. My children will be menaces of society. My children will be in gangs. My children will go to jail. My children don’t have a shot at being happy, successful, or moral. My children will take advantage of others. My children are not loved. My children should not have been born.
And now I abuse my children.
Oh? You didn’t say that? I am sorry if I am mistaken, but you are part of society, right? You vote, elect, and support the political and religious people who say these things consistently for my children to hear. You don’t? Good for you, but have you ever said any of these things about a person without knowing them, their children, or their circumstances? I know I have. By the way, none of those things you have said of me or my children have an ounce of truth to them. Most often neither are those that we say of complete strangers.
I have also grown since then. A lot of people have, thankfully, since quite a few of my awesome friends can marry, have children, and rights! However this year we suddenly seem to have all of these laws attacking women. The War on Women, as many deem it, has the world wondering if women really know what to do with their vaginas, eggs, and reproductive health. Now for a cherry on top Wisconsin lawmaker Glenn Grothman has introduced a bill stating single parenthood is child abuse. (Click for article.) Read more
Long has it been since I’ve felt super. Be it super Mom, Friend, Wife, or importantly Super Self. Trials and tests are hard and breaking. If we never shed our minds and souls the way lizards shed their skin, we would never grow into something more than what we are.
For the first time since November, I feel great. No, not super. I have grown. Leaving super for a rainy, bad hair day. I have the house closest to spotless since we moved. The kids are loving each other and life. My husband and I are working through things in ways we hadn’t before. I am starting back on my writing. I am at peace. I am strong. I finally found my ADULT self. It took a lot to get me here. It was torture. Through the wild pain and confusion, I woke today great.
In November, a person blatantly lied to my face and she shunned my small family. She meant the world to me but it was time to stand up for my family. In January, Read more
Dear Aunt Flow,
There is no other way to say this except bluntly. I hate you.
I despise you so much I refuse to call you Aunt. Anyway, we aren’t even related. Don’t both with the “blood relative” excuse because I am positive that wasn’t what they meant when they coined the term. Read more
So last night, when most people are sleeping, I was tending baby. When baby went to sleep I decided to indulge my impulsive behaviors and color my hair! I threw together a poll and I got a few people to vote.
Here is what the results were as of two minutes ago:
So I was thinking going Dirty Blonde with some purple OR Dark Brown with some pink or yellow. I asked Hubster what he thought while he was somewhat lucid. His response, “RED.”
This is my red before:
Still sick, but I am getting better slowly. So here is the process that I went through:
So, I didn’t quite go Blonde or Brunette. I actually am a GINGER! Very Strawberry Blonde with a few sections dipped in deep purple.
What do you think?
Thank you all for participating and being so awesome! Hope I didn’t disappoint even if I pulled a fast one outta left field on you!
Just answer the questions below. QUICKLY!
Pick a Base color.
Pick a Highlight color.
We’ll see you on the flip side!!