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The land between….what is it, where is it, have I been there, have you?

The land between….what is it, where is it, have I been there, have you?

Well….my dear friend, Morgan, once wrote:

An experience we call “for now” in public, but a “for now” that, in private, in our heart of hearts, we fear will never change. ”

Jeff Manion calls the land between any season of unremitting difficulty, “Where life is not as it once once and where the future is in question.

Pretty much sums up the place I find myself these days. Life is certainly not as it once was and the future is indeed in question.

I once had a job that I enjoyed….that turned into a job I did not enjoy to say the least.  The frustration and aggravation of fighting a no win battle became more than ‘work’, it became a burden. A burden that in time, grew heavier and took it’s toll on me until I finally said enough is enough.

I’m a single mom, who just quit her job. I struggled to stay afloat when I had a paycheck coming in and now I go and quit my job and have no idea how I’m going to pay the bills that keep pouring in. I’ve lost my gawddamn mind, I know.

For two weeks I moped around, terrorized by my own constant worried thoughts running ramped through my already exhausted mind. I just wanted them to shut the fuck up ya know? Depression tells lies and they were LOUD and persistent…I would sleep my days away just so I didn’t have to hear them. I functioned well enough and at the right times so I wouldn’t disrupt the PIT’s daily routine. No need to worry her pretty little head. I’m worried enough for the both of us.

Thankfully, my ADD kicked in and the pity party was short lived. (I get bored and soaps are all effed up. Seriously, what’s with the soap star swapping?! I HATE that ABC…just sayin)  I spent hours reading The Land Between post from Morgan and her own personal accounts. I spent hours talking to emailing my besties, I broke down and admitted I needed help…help was there in the form of friends, family, readers, bloggers and one hott litigator.

I’ve spent hours meditating, reflecting and praying. Not a moment of that time was wasted trying to figure out the ‘answer’ right this second. Huge step for someone like me who prefers to know exactly what’s happening, when, how and what the plan B is.  Here’s why:

There are 3 truths about the land between:

1. It doesn’t matter how or why we are here. We don’t always get to choose what happens to us or what someone does to us.

2. It’s okay if we experience emotional collapse while in this place. On our own there is only so much we can bear.

3. What we do with the experience of the land between is up to us. This place can stay a dry desert where our faith eventually dies, OR this place, this crazy, middle- of-nowhere place, can become the richest and most fertile soil of our life.

Whatever you remember or take-home from this post, remember this:

The most important truth about the land between is that it is our greatest opportunity for transformational growth.

Unlike most “huge” revelations in my life, this didn’t hit me like a Mac truck.  It just sorta washed over me, gently sinking in to the darkest depths of *me* and I let it.

An unemployed single mother should be scared shitless but I’m not. I am looking forward to this unexpected opportunity for my own personal transformational growth. I look forward to taking this journey with my girl and that damn cat, but I also look forward to sharing this journey with all of you who have been indispensable since the day I started this blog accidentally….

Back when I knew it all

When I was a teen and knew it all, I was certain I had all the answers.

As an adult I have come to realize that I didn’t even know the questions.

I was never one to listen to my mother when she said “don’t run with that crowd” or “don’t date that doucher”.

In all honesty, I still don’t listen to mother…force of habit.

I made a lot of mistakes along the way and I’ve paid the price.

I’ve lived and I’ve learned.

Now that I’m a mother I worry about my daughter and the unavoidable fact that she’ll be a lippy teen before I know it.

I can handle a little rebellion…I think that’s probably natural instict as a teen….but I hope that I can teach her to make better choices then I did.

It was like a magnetic force that pulled me towards the baddest boy around.

I couldn’t help it, Im a sucker for a bad boy.

I can’t think of a single boyfriend that didn’t have a criminal record.

I married a felon.

(FYI-you have to check a “special” box on the marriage license if you’re marring a felon. Believe me…it’s no gold star)

I have friends that are still in prison, some that will likely never get out….it’s probably in the best intrest of society.

I have friends that are dead and buried…all I can do now is visit a tombstone.

People I once considered friends are now nothing more than an addict looking for their next fix. The person I knew was gone…only their frail and worn bodies left….no soul, no concious….nothing.

My friends include drug lords, gang bangers, thieves and straight up street thugs.

When my bestie & I look back at our teen years we’re amazed and grateful to still be alive.

(btw-my bestie & I are all that remain from a once notorious posse)

My girlfriends all have children, many with more than one drug lord sperm donor.

Three kids with three different dads by the age of 22 isnt exactly every girls fantasy.

For some girls though this is the reality of the rest of their lives.

You know so much and you got life by the balls….and suddenly your actions have you by the balls and every action has a consequence.

I myself, have an arrest record that I’m going to have to explain to my own daughter one day.

You thinks it’s hard facing your parents and explaining your actions?

(believe me, it wasnt easy facing my mother when she picked me up from jail or explaining to her that i had been busted shoplifting)

Imagine explaining your actions to your daughter someday, a daughter that absolutely adores you and believes you would never do wrong because…well…because you’re momma.

Not planning on having kids?

Yeah…me neither.

Yet, here I am….I didn’t intend to have kids but I certainly don’t regret becoming a mother.

She is the greatest gift I never even knew I wanted.

I’m not saying that I regret the things i’ve done because each thing I did & bad boy I befriended made me who I am today because I’ve learned so much through experience.

I share these stories in hopes that some 16 year old girl that knows it all as I once did, won’t have to see what I’ve seen, felt what I’ve felt and survived what I’ve survived.

The best part of blogging? The stories…and not just mine

For me, the best part about blogging has been the people I’ve met along the way. There are some amazing stories out there…these are a few of my favorite addictions….

http://myexisdracula.blogspot.com/

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

A princess driving a white Mazda escaped from the Death Star and sped far away,
Taking with her the two tiny Princes, one being just an infant.
Few had ever dared to defy the great Lord Vader
and those who tried had been fed to Jabba the Hut.
The universe trembled with Darth Vader’s rage
As he vowed to destroy
the Princess,
reclaim his rightful ownership of the Princes,
and convert them to the Dark Side
thus making…something, something, something….Complete.

Clearly, this woman has a sense of humor and quite the story to tell, both of which are greatly appreciated.


Then there’s ChicSingleMommie

http://chicsinglemommie.blogspot.com/

A single mom’s random thoughts that translate into a mother’s unconditional love

Next up is a fierce little creature, Ms. Jenni, with two beautiful daughters

http://dearestme-singlemom.blogspot.com/

She’s on a mission to find herself…it’s awesome because she’s about to discover just how fabulous she really is…


What color was my what?!

It was once said that I was lucky that I hadn’t been burnt so bad by love that Id completely given up.

Clearly a memo was missed.

I happen to think that having your “husband” cheat on you with not one but two crackwhores, in your own home, while you’re giving birth is the kinda burn that can leave an incredibly massive blister on your heart.   And that’s only part of the fire Ive endured with misplaced love.

Shit, I have an entire post dedicated to reasons that I WONT date, plus I revoked my own rights to date until I was 30.

Fuck that noise….Im done. Keeping my heart in my pocket bitches.

Mhhmmmm….thats what Ive said for the last 7 years.

I convinced myself ages ago that there would be no happily ever after for me, it was going to be me and the PIT until she turned 18 and leaves me to chase her dreams (not boys) thus leaving me….destined to be the old cat lady. I wasn’t super stoked about it or anything but I had accepted it.  Ill get a fat lazy cat and yell “GET OFF MY LAWN” like Clint Eastwood did in Gran Torino.

(Badass flick btw..)

My outlook on my future as a single momma changed with one question outta the PIT’s mouth.

“What color was your wedding dress momma?”

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Motherfuck. It hits me. This is gonna be interesting…..

My daughter LOVES weddings….she loves everything about weddings, the music, the food, the chicken dance, (most recently she learned the Macarana) but most of all….she LOVES the brides that look like princesses.

So….how the fuck am I going to explain my “wedding”?!?!?

“I didn’t have a wedding dress” I replied.

“Why? What did you wear to the church” the PIT inquired.

*Motherfuck*

“Ahhhhhhh….well, I didn’t get married in a church.” I said

“Well then how did you get married?!” she squealed as if implying that I had been lying this whole time & never actually had been married.
*Pssshhh I wish*

“There are lots of way to get married darling…lotsa places…its not always in a church. Some people get married on a beach or in the woods or something…” I said (yeah…like that’s helping dumbass)

“Did you get married on a beach?!” the PIT asked almost hopeful
*Way to bring up the beach stupid*sweetbeach

“No.” I said as I tried to come up with some way to make this sound not so obscured in her simple lil mind. Turns out…it cant be done. “I got married at the courthouse by the Justice of the Peace” I said with a hint of shame in my voice.

*What a LAMEASS story! How disappointing! She LOVES weddings and wedding stories and I don’t have SHIT to tell her.

“Why?” she asked

“Because” —–Yes that’s all I said. So I left out the “because I was knockered” part…itll come.

“Who was there?” asked the PIT with a very puzzled look on her face….the one that says “Im not buying this because shit momma”

“Auntie” I said

“That’s IT?! She screetched “Was nana there? Or Uncle?”

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*Hmmm well that would have been tough considering I got married on a Saturday and called my family on Sunday night all “Oh hey btw…..I got married yesterday soooooooooo get off my back”

“Just Auntie” I said “That’s all we wanted…just a small, personal ceremony, it was very nice” I said

*Amazing I know. I managed to say that without projectile vomiting. I took a lot of Xanax but I did it.

Ill continue to do it because the PIT loves to hear stories…even though this particular story sucked and its hard for me to talk about him without wanting to puke….she loves to hear stories.

I think Id be ripping her off pretty badly if I didnt at least attempt to tell her any stories….

I think Id be ripping us both off if I didnt at least try to love again

Adventures of a MomStar week two

It’s Sunday?! Where the hell did week two go?!? Guess I got all wrapped up in my MomStar missions, chasing adventures and laughing that I lost track of time.

Did I get to all the things on this week’s list? No….only because I got side tracked with spontaneous and random acts of summer fun.

While I did accomplish of few of the challenges on my list

IE: Carlos was with me at all times and did come in handy quite often, I drank milk and ate like a normal person again, and I did make sure to remind the PIT how much I love her.  I had plenty of opportunities to tell her how proud I am to be her mom…

this week she graduated from her first year in track & field earning herself a Certificate of Excellence and ice cream (which she declared that she loved and that she would marry it, eat it and divorce it if she could.)

On Wednesday she rocked the shit out of the school talent show.  She was in the grand finale’ (of course-making it IMPOSSIBLE for me to sneak out early)

She stood proudly in the front row along with her classmates as they danced together on the dance routine you could tell, they had all worked very hard on.

The PIT loves to dance….and I love standing in the back, smiling with pride, snapping pics of my little dancing queen. And nothing feels like better that seeing your child totally giddy with her besties!

In addition to the big things at school….things got HUGE at home.

Yup. The pool opened early and all was right in the PIT’s world.  She’s only been counting down the days to the pool’s opening since October…..she was beyond friggin giddy and into her bathing suit in about 15 seconds flat.  With that, I skipped learning Yoga and put a hold on game night and I took the PIT to the pool where she swam till dark….

giving Tay and I the opportunity to hang out by the pool and soak up the sun….and wine

Friday was track & field day at teh PIT’s school and I had a lunch date with my favorite track stars

We had a picnic lunch on the front lawn at the school where the PIT’s teacher also joined us. The girls felt super cool eating lunch with their teacher AND the mom that all the kids stare at wondering if those were real tattoo’s or if I had just drawn on my arm with a pen.

(One kid made me spit wash my arm to prove I hadn’t just doodled on myself. Yes, I took the dare of an 8 year old and I won so he had to prove he could do the splits. He can. OW!)

After I proved myself to a herd of 8 year olds I was allowed on the playground.  The sun was bright in the perfect blue sky…kids were giggling….the sound of jump ropes hitting the pavement….it was almost narcotic.  I could not have asked for a better moment, memory to share with my daughter.

The girls dared me to jump rope with them so of course I did….I couldn’t let the children down for fucks sake.  I managed to jump rope with the girls and none of us were hurt in the process which is HUGE for the PIT & I who are incredibly graceful creatures.

Week two may not have stuck to the list entirely but considering the time was very well spent….I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Plus, thanks to my slacking I have most of week 3′s list ready to go!






Mom’s Nite Out 5-6-10

Thursday is National Mom’s Nite Out

#assslap ladies

You certainly deserve a nite to call your own.

As I mentioned before, Thursday is also ‘Family Fun Nite’ at the PIT’s school, what better way to celebrate my nite by going out and being mom!

Is that how this National Mom’s Nite Out works?

Uh huh. Works for me!

National Mom’s Nite Out says:

Ask a mom about Mother’s Day and she’ll tell you that she often has to focus on other mother’s in her life. What she would really love for Mother’s Day is a day off- Welcome to National Mom’s Nite Out.

True True.

I would love a night off.

In fact, I’m going to take the nite off…from stress, worry, coulda, shoulda, woulda’s and I’m going to cherish every mom moment I get to have with the PIT.

We’re going to have dinner, soda pop and hip hop (clever ey?)

She’s already informed me of what we will be doing, what she MUST show me, all the things about her school that she loves and all of her past teachers.

I’m not responsible for dinner or entertainment….all I have to do is love every minute of it.  That I CAN and I will do.

After I get the PIT tucked into bed, I’ll come back here, to all of you, my friends and tell you all about how frickin fabulous my spawn is:)

Join me for a “being a mom rocks, even when it sucks” kinda discussion?

(thats just my fancy way of saying come and brag with me)


For more from National Mom’s Nite Out check out the site here—>Photobucket

To join in on Thursday’s brag session………simply stay tuned~


There once was a man…

There once was a man, who made this girl feel something…..even though it didnt work out the way I had hoped…I cannot ignore it, deny it, or hide from it–I do indeed want to love someone and I do want to be loved.  I’m never going to have that chance if I keep running away from it.  Admitting I have feelings is really fucking hard for me…..but it’s harder to convince myself that its just not worth it…not when I honestly miss the way I felt when I wrote this….and why the hell should I?   

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When “our” song comes on the radio I cant help but grin….when I get a “good morning princess” text (everyday) my guts get all shakey and again I find myself grinning. 

 He makes me smile….giggle and laugh….a lot.

  MakeAGirlLaugh

When he sends flowers to my office #just cuz he makes me giggle and blush like a girl which is something I very rarely let people know….yes…turns out I am a girl….I do indeed have a heart and feelings. (fuck with em and Im still prepared to go all crazy white bitch on ya)

 

He makes me think..…think of things that Ive long since forgot about. 

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Ok fine.

  I never forgot about them, I just buried them in the depths of my being because admitting that they were there hurt and that sucks.  

Daydreaming of slow dancing on a beach near a bonfire, holding hands strolling city streets with a man that I adore and equally adores me…

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..all seemed pointless to a girl like me. 

Wishing and wanting something that youve already convinced yourself that youve missed your chance at is torture when all you can see are the shattered remains of what your life once was….the mistakes that youve made….

However, now when I think about these “things”, Im not afraid. Im not hurt…in fact….Im grinning…AGAIN. So many ideas, dreams, wishes and wants come flooding into my mind…so many things that Ive been so terrified of…..suddenly bring a smile to my face….

“ What I need is someone who will make me do what I can.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This quote struck one of those rockstar nerves….it makes sense to me.  I dont need to be told what to do or where to go or how to do it….I need someone who smiles, takes me by the hand, pulls my lazy bum up off the sofa and says “Come on baby…lets conquer the fucking world together…..or hit the road, see where we end up and lay in the back of my truck…we’ll roll with it…together”

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The Pit and Earth Day

Earth Day is an annual tradition at our house. 

The PIT INSISTS that we do our part to help clean up the planet. 

 She’s probably right.

Plus-I cannot resist those eyes–the passion to do great things–that is what I see in my daughters eyes.

 

 Believe me, she WILL do great things….she is an amazing being and I am so effing blessed….

 

 

This year the PIT and I met up with the hippie and @taytayllamalady and headed out to clean up our beloved trail. 

The hippie had assembled some “pick up” sticks for us

….the PIT kept referring to them as “our weapons”…

mhmmm-she’s her mothers daughter! 

Calm down. The only thing she assaulted was the trash she was suppossed to.

@taytayllamalady was the one

(as usual)

 using her stick inappropriately. 

Noone was injured or stabbed–the garbage took one hell of a beating though.

My girl was on a MISSION and there is no stopping her when she’s on a mission.

*Ok-technically-I am able to smash her missions at any time. Im her mom-I have super powers. It’s simply a matter of what missions to smash and which ones to encourage & praise*

It was a gorgeous day out and perfect for the PIT’s Earth Day mission!

The hippie and @taytayllamalady were happy to help encourage the PIT’s mission. 

 

 It’s memories like this that she will carry with her always~thank you both for being part of our lives & making memories

Rockstar mommas, world domination and even a few good MEN (I know, I was shocked too)

**For those of you who have been putting up with me over the last year as I blogged and unblogged….some of these posts are going to look firmiliar.  You’re not bonkers–they are firmiliar.  I’m going back to what I already knew—but I’m bringing new knowledge, feelings and experiences with me, adding them into the mix, shaking shit up and rocking the fuck on.  Mhmm…I slipped. Shit happens–I apparently AM human.  One fabulously bitchtastic human. Now, back to the original plan with a twist—** 

What makes a rockstar momma?

Tattoos, piercings, in your face hair do’s, a foul mouth and a criminal record?

 Is there an “official” definition for it? Beats me.

Not interested.

I’m making my own definition

 Making my own rules, marching to the beat of my own funky lil drum, rockin the shit outta this ozzy red/gwen stefani blonde hair, getting tattoos and one day……world domination.

I’m bringing some hott rockstar mommas with me too.

This picture defines what a rockstar momma is......beauty

Like this gorgeous creature… 

Each rockstar momma in this posse is unique and a rockstar in her own way. But we all share the common bond of “I’m a mother, not a damsel in distress” and that my friends, is a serious force to be reckoned with.

My rockstar momma posse is going to change the world by being honest, opinionated, respectful, caring, compassionate and not afraid to say “I fucked up. And?  I also survived.” 

We don’t judge each other or anyone else for that matter, we don’t bullshit, and we raise our children to be baby rockstars.

Not all the mommas in my rockstar posse are as “in your face” and brutally honest as I am.  Not all use fuck four times in one sentance like me.  Some of us are single mommas, some of us are married mommas…..  We all want the best for our children.  We will work together to be the change that we wish to see in the world and one day we will actually see the world change……when our rockstar babies take the stage the world will be a better place because they had kickass rockstar mommas and even in some cases….a superhero dad. 

 

Brace yourself and get ready to meet some of the most amazing rockstar mommas and dudes that are NOT dinks or douchers….EVER~

**Check out my first round draft picks in “Links to Dudes that are NOT DINKS”**

Dear not so random ‘hater’—you’re an asshole

According to my records (lol, records. Right, like Im organized)

According to the dates on past blog posts–it seems that FW1 aka Jacko aka Rufus, wandered into MY domain and started spewing some really off the wall crazy shit talk for no apparent reason.

None of the insults were actually insults because you see, none of them were anywhere near relavant to me, my blog, or my life.  I barely read his comments because he lost me after the first attempted insult.  This douchers opinion was so obnoxiously wretched, it was hard to believe a person actually thought like that.  First I took the good advise from fellow bloggers that said “walk away…just walk away”.  I deleted comments, took posts down, blocked the fuckwads ip address, and moved on.

Then, another mommyblogger, who also happens to be a dear friend of mine—like since high school kinda friend, contacts me…….she had been get ‘hate mail’ on her freshly started blog.  We blocked the ip address, the same fucking one I had blocked on my own blog weeks earlier.  I was irritated that this assclown was still harrassing women, not just any woman—-my friends.  In my best attempt to take the high road, I let it go. We blocked the ip address and if he really wanted to fight with someone that bad & went back to this badass mama friend of mine, well then, good.  Fuck with her–just try–you’ll be taking your ballsak home in a ziplock bag IF you’re lucky and she throws em back at you instead of crushing them with a big ass mallet.

Catch up here —

A few days ago he struck again.  Again, a mommyblogger who just started her blogging endeavour.  Again he comes along to piss on her parade.

“The Hater” said,

April 19, 2010 at 4:23 pm

I’m the hater. I will gladly say I think single moms, all the whining you ladies bring to the table, is nonsense.

You and all your single mom Twitter friends are most likely single moms because no man in his right man could deal with the whiney, I’m an independent woman nonsense. You’re not independent, at all, you have to have the rally cry of these other women and those on Twitter to feel good about yourself.

If you’re such a great mom, quit talking about, do it. We don’t need to hear about your kids, don’t care about where you take them, that you will one day be spending my hard earned tax money because you chose to keep reproducing, just shut up already.

All I have to say. Better luck to you in the future.

Now, seriously. What the FUCK is your problem dude? You *think* single moms, all the whining we bring to the table is nonsense?!  First of all, you should be thankful a lady brings ANYTHING to ANY table and quite frankly, if you don’t like our gawddamn tea parties, why the fuck are you still lurking?! Are you waiting for an invite fucker? Second, when you say things like *think* it implies you have a brain…which you then prove to not be true by continuing to speak. YOU’RE ASSHOLE IS SHOWING. AGAIN. Icka.

For example, when you say “You and all your single mom Twitter friends are most likely single moms because no man in his right man could deal with the whiney, I’m an independent woman nonsense. You’re not independent, at all, you have to have the rally cry of these other women and those on Twitter to feel good about yourself.”  I say, once I have stopped laughing my ass off, are you fucking high sir?  Have you ANY idea why ANY of us are single?! Do any research to back your shit talk up? I mean really dude-we fucking wrote the gawddamn book about who we are–we blog–its all right in front of your fucking face if you’d READ it you’d SHUT THE FUCK UP because you would see that you’re just being a dick. Yeah I could just block you again but Im on to you fucker…..you just move on down the list of mommyblogger links and attack at random.  I’m here to save you the trouble of searching.  I dont have to rally shit dude….I’ll argue you all you want…and then I’ll feel better thanks to YOU.  I LIKE pointing out assclowns.  Its fun for me.

THIS is my absolute FAV btw–”If you’re such a great mom, quit talking about, do it. We don’t need to hear about your kids, don’t care about where you take them, that you will one day be spending my hard earned tax money because you chose to keep reproducing, just shut up already.”  Bwahahahahhahaha….shoot! Spit on my screen a bit but damn thats funny dude.  I’d like to know who “we” is….the fucking turd in your pocket?! And if the turd and you don’t care about our kids then why the fuck are you stalking MOMMYBLOGGERS—they blog about their kids in case the title MOMMYBLOGGER wasnt clear.  Also, in regards to ‘your hard earned tax money’ I say this…bitch fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?! Oh thats right you didnt bother to check first. Here’s the deal. I don’t use your tax money for shit mother fucker. In fact, MY hard earned tax money is used the same fucking way yours is because I HAVE A JOB. AMAZING I know but working mommys is a big thing these days.  Also, you arrogant asshole, I CHOSE NOT to reproduce. Technically, you owe me some tax money for NOT reproducing dick.

So all I have to say to you sir is….keep bringin it.  I’ll keep proving you wrong by raising my girl (who is already a far better person than you), working so I can pay MY taxes and still have time to come back here and remind you that you suck a being a human.

Mommybloggers–if you have hate mail…feel free to contact me. Keep his caca off your pretty blogs and leave the shit tossing to me:)