They speak to me of freedom, of desperate days gone by
their beauty is immeasurable; sweet reminders of how I can choose life,
Live in the present, pleasurably and painlessly...one moment in time,
the time is now..now...and then
They never allow forgetfulness, yet are surprisingly forgiving
No repentance is necessary, just a shameless rememberance,
A nod of respect for the huge price one must pay to keep one's soul
They sing lovely and rythmic songs filled with pride
And I sway, I dance in the glorious knowledge that I would not change a thing
Even if I could,
These scars tell the tale of a strong and beautiful woman!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
LALALALA land
Stuck in Southern California; yes, life can be a hellish place, but I am tough and shall, as always, prevail...We arrived in the Los Angeles area on March 13th; today, on March 29th, we have managed to stay down at the oh so exclusive (a nice way of saying very stuck up) Redondo Yacht Club and Hotel, then we moved on to the much more pleasant and always promising happiest place on earth, the Grand California Hotel at Disneyland. Now, a bit homesick but not missing my absent kitchen and even more asbent minded soon to be exhusband, we are enjoying the very lovely, and I say that without ANY sarcasm, seriously--this place friggin' rocks--Huntington
Beach Hyatt Regency on the beach...it is so pristeen, so right out of the pages of a travel magazine, that I am still surprised that the people actually have personalities...funny though, the few folks we have managed to chat with more than once and actually find interesting, be it that we talk about them afterwards or actually befriended them because of their spunk and ability to keep up with our warped sense of humor,lol, have been mostly foriengers--from the UK, from Egypt, but never other Americans! Other peeps from here all seem so wrapped up in their own bubbles that most of them don't even manage to hear our "hello's", or they act surprised that we spoke to them in the first place, I don't know, call me a "hippie", but I like loving my neighbors and just wrapping to everyone I run into...makes for a much more interesting and diverse holiday, as our UK friends like to call their vacations....my older daughter, Danielle, flies in from Northern California on Monday, and we shall spend two days here, then back to Disneyland for more happiness and Mickey and Minnie and all that fun!!! Will my kitchen ever be finished??? The saga continues...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Falling Out With Embarrassment: My Fall Out Boy Tale
Alright, here’s my story, no matter how very embarrassing it may be…
My daughter convinced me to drop by Atomic Comics before the FOB x Blink 182 concert, as they were holding a Fall Out Boy signing in celebration of the premiere of Fall Out Toy Works. Mind you, I appreciate the occasional FOB session - enjoyed it, even. But I’m not a fanatic or anything, no sir.
Well, we were having a nice drive down there (it takes about two and a half hours from our house), listening to FAD and singing. Fun stuff right? We make our way toward the exit we’re supposed to take, my daughter had just checked the google maps directions, and everything was running smoothly. My daughter remarks on her nerves, surprisingly she isn’t all that anxious, but rather, excited. In a strange turn of events, however, I begin to feel small butterflies escaping from their chrysalis, my stomach is now a-flutter. Heart rate quickens, and breathing too. What’s going on here? I’m not supposed to be nervous, I mean come on, I’m not some twelve year old kissing posters on her bedroom wall! I didn’t want to let on about how very bad this was getting, but that’s the thing. My nerves were growing steadily worse, and I had to do something about it.
I suppose I should mention that I get panic attacks from time to time, and as a result have prescriptions to aid them. So, I say to my daughter in an urgent yet quiet voice, “Can you get me a Xanax?” She laughs. She actually laughs. Then again, what do I expect, I would be laughing too if it weren’t me in the situation. Still, I get a bit angry. “Come on,” I say to her. She glances over, I’m not sure if she’s baffled or worried, both most likely. “Wait, seriously? You don’t even like them that much…seriously?” She quickly got the fact that I wasn’t quite in the joking mood (although, now that I think about it that would’ve been a pretty good one…), and she grabs my purse, handing me a Xanax. But, by that time I’m struggling to keep the car steady at 70mph on the freeway, and all the while grasping at my Propel water. By the time we get there and stand in line for about half an hour, I’m doing noticeably better. Throughout the waiting period, I had to listen to a litany of “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually had to take a Xanax!”, “You met Robert Plant and were fine!”, “You’re that nervous over Pete Wentz!?”. Ah, the joys of motherhood.
How did the actual meeting go? Well, that’s a story for another time (and you’d have to woo me with more than just a hat). I do hope you enjoyed, and got a kick out of my cheek-reddening tale. I also hope all of those at Go Merch are having quite the time reading the plethora of Fall Out Boy related stories being sent their way. One last tidbit of knowledge: While the girl may grow into a woman, the fan girl is forever present. Happy reading!
My daughter convinced me to drop by Atomic Comics before the FOB x Blink 182 concert, as they were holding a Fall Out Boy signing in celebration of the premiere of Fall Out Toy Works. Mind you, I appreciate the occasional FOB session - enjoyed it, even. But I’m not a fanatic or anything, no sir.
Well, we were having a nice drive down there (it takes about two and a half hours from our house), listening to FAD and singing. Fun stuff right? We make our way toward the exit we’re supposed to take, my daughter had just checked the google maps directions, and everything was running smoothly. My daughter remarks on her nerves, surprisingly she isn’t all that anxious, but rather, excited. In a strange turn of events, however, I begin to feel small butterflies escaping from their chrysalis, my stomach is now a-flutter. Heart rate quickens, and breathing too. What’s going on here? I’m not supposed to be nervous, I mean come on, I’m not some twelve year old kissing posters on her bedroom wall! I didn’t want to let on about how very bad this was getting, but that’s the thing. My nerves were growing steadily worse, and I had to do something about it.
I suppose I should mention that I get panic attacks from time to time, and as a result have prescriptions to aid them. So, I say to my daughter in an urgent yet quiet voice, “Can you get me a Xanax?” She laughs. She actually laughs. Then again, what do I expect, I would be laughing too if it weren’t me in the situation. Still, I get a bit angry. “Come on,” I say to her. She glances over, I’m not sure if she’s baffled or worried, both most likely. “Wait, seriously? You don’t even like them that much…seriously?” She quickly got the fact that I wasn’t quite in the joking mood (although, now that I think about it that would’ve been a pretty good one…), and she grabs my purse, handing me a Xanax. But, by that time I’m struggling to keep the car steady at 70mph on the freeway, and all the while grasping at my Propel water. By the time we get there and stand in line for about half an hour, I’m doing noticeably better. Throughout the waiting period, I had to listen to a litany of “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually had to take a Xanax!”, “You met Robert Plant and were fine!”, “You’re that nervous over Pete Wentz!?”. Ah, the joys of motherhood.
How did the actual meeting go? Well, that’s a story for another time (and you’d have to woo me with more than just a hat). I do hope you enjoyed, and got a kick out of my cheek-reddening tale. I also hope all of those at Go Merch are having quite the time reading the plethora of Fall Out Boy related stories being sent their way. One last tidbit of knowledge: While the girl may grow into a woman, the fan girl is forever present. Happy reading!
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