Friday, May 20, 2011

Seriously..Mommy Blog?

If a woman writes a blog and happens to have a child, then it's considered a Mommy Blog. What do they call a blog written by a man with a child? Certainly, it isn't called a Daddy Blog. A woman writes a book with a love story and some great comedic timing and it's called "Chick Lit." When a man writes a book and it's funny and some sex it's called fiction. He may even be thought of as a literary genius.

On another note, I love Oprah. I will miss my afternoon coffee and a little O. She's down to 4 episodes and I'm so excited to the remaining and also realize that when she's done then it's over. Sigh.
xoxo
C

Zingers .....

I've heard it all and sometimes from the people who've mattered most and those moments  have stayed with me forever. I wish I could erase them from my memory, but at this time in my evolution it's just not happening. It just reminds me as a woman and mother to watch the words.

"Are you going to wear that?"

"This could be our time." I type that with a lump in my throat, because I threw that out all over my body. My vanity chosen over the possiblity of happiness. F*cking crazy. Well, at the time I would say I was a little both, vain and crazy.

"You have the prettiest face of anyone in the family." Yeah the prettiest face, but the fattest, right?

"A diet of tuna and tomatoes can make you really skinny and maybe then you could be a plus sized model!" Talk about something that keeps going through my brain like a favorite song looping on your iPod.

These are the few I can handle writing down without going to the dark place. Hey those are some serious steps for the 40 years of me. Sometimes I can only handle what I can handle. Enough for now, since this woman is no longer the woman that thinks of herself as the fat one with the pretty face. Final thought, though. I look at the pictures during all those periods in my life and I'm like where's the fat? I was fine. the insecurities can make you fat, make you eat, and take the smile from your sweet face.
Love you friends...
xoxoxo
C

Monday, May 16, 2011

Pleasantly Seussical

Where to start? Let's start here, right here. "Where are you going Mama," A.asked, once she realized I was out of the room. I was actually having a moment of focusing on something other than her, her brother or sister, a book, Facebook, or a magazine. I was writing. I was really writing. My point was made for me in one question, with two very different meanings. Where am I going and where am I going? One with where, is referring to my physical presence and the other that is living in my head every single day. It's the question of my 40th year, maybe going into the 41st. Where am I going and what will I become? It sounds pleasantly Seussical. So, as I figuring out where I am going in my head, I'm sure I'll find one of my kids outside the bathroom tomorrow wondering what I'm doing.
Life is good....and sometimes it's not. We just roll with it the best we can.
 Love, C
oxxo