My Private Island, with a little Candlebox on the side...
Isn't it amazing how music brings back memories and sets a mood. Yes, cheezy Candlebox does it for me. I'm feeling very empowered and oh... so... turned ON right now! It's taking me back to another life, a crazy night, and a friend I had to leave behind (oh you didn't have to treat me oh so bad, but you did anyway...)Naw, it's more like he was just chicken-shit.
The soundtrack of the last 10 years of my life... Candlebox, Temple of the Dog, Stone Temple Pilots, Steven Ray Vaughn, the Black Crowes, Janis Joplin, Rob Zombie, Pantera, and the Foo Fighters. Any of those will bring up fabulous feelings... It would be a 2 Disc Set called: Disc I - Music to Love 'Em & Leave 'Em By and Disc II - From Just Fucking to Falling Hard.
There's this little fantasy game I like to play. If you were stranded on a desert island with 5 people (other than your significant-other, this is fantasy, remember?) who would they be? Today, I would be stranded with Jesse James, Zakk Wylde, Phil Anselmo, Tom Brady, and Carmen Electra.
Another day, another dollar. I don't mind coming here, but it's hard when Maegan doesn't want to leave in the morning. She loves being at Grandma's, but sometimes she just wants to be with mommy. But I must admit, I could not be a full-time stay-at-home-mom. I'd lose my mind, or become an alcoholic! Now, if I could work part-time at some dream job and spend the rest of my day home with my baby, that would be the life for me. I could be a Harley Davidson saleswoman, or a yoga teacher, or a stable girl, or a librarian, or an erotic novelist, or a concert promoter, or a concert pianist, or a surf-instructor, or a dive-guide... or so many other things besides what I've fallen into. But when you have a family, a mortgage, a life, and you haven't hit the lotto, there is no choice.
Becoming a mother changes you in profound ways. You become more opinionated and firm in your beliefs. You become more conservative and start doing things that you hated when your mother did them. And good friends become more cherished. Acquaintances fall by the way-side because there's just not enough time in the day. But you will make more of an effort for the people that mean something to you. At least, it's that way for me. I've continued to reach out to those who really mean something. And the reach came back around to me this morning. I got an email from an old friend and she linked me to her journal so I can be back in her life and stay up-to-date. I love that crazy girl. Damn she's got some problems, but there's so much in life for her to love she always prevails. I hope she continues to believe in herself, I believe in her. Thank God for the internet or I wouldn't have any friends left at all. Now there is one more dear friend I left behind, oh, about 20 years ago. She's reached for me, it's time to reach back to her. If only she was on-line it would be so much easier. But, it's worth the effort.
"Cover me... trip on through the sins of time...Cover me 'cuz I've been branded..."
OK, someone complained that my last entry was TMI. Well, too bad. If you can't take my heat, stay out of my kitchen. I am a highly sexual creature, and the way I see it, the more I talk about it, the more I'll get it. I'm also using this forum to track my weight/loss fitness efforts. Maybe if I have to see it in writing, I'll work harder. I didn't go to the gym last week, I had a cold and couldn't handle it. I know, I'm a puss. Week before last I weighed in at 140, think I'm back up to 142. Ugh! And Aaron came home with a case of candy bars from Costco last night, not to mention a bunch of soda and corn dogs. "Honey, your ass isn't fat." Whatever, if he admits that my ass is fat does he have to admit that he has a fat gut? But I'll be good, I'll stay away. I've been doing some major hill climbing with the stroller the last few days. I managed to make it to Yoga on Tuesday night. I've got to work extra hard this weekend. Especially since I WILL BE DRINKING BEER on Sunday, no matter what!! I'll just cut my calories back in half and take some more intense aerobic classes at the gym next week. I must reach 125 by my 37th birthday!! That's the goal.
Aaron, honey, thanks for another fantastic night. Oh, I've got to get us back to where we once were...
"Post Modern Sleaze"
The soundtrack of the last 10 years of my life... Candlebox, Temple of the Dog, Stone Temple Pilots, Steven Ray Vaughn, the Black Crowes, Janis Joplin, Rob Zombie, Pantera, and the Foo Fighters. Any of those will bring up fabulous feelings... It would be a 2 Disc Set called: Disc I - Music to Love 'Em & Leave 'Em By and Disc II - From Just Fucking to Falling Hard.
There's this little fantasy game I like to play. If you were stranded on a desert island with 5 people (other than your significant-other, this is fantasy, remember?) who would they be? Today, I would be stranded with Jesse James, Zakk Wylde, Phil Anselmo, Tom Brady, and Carmen Electra.
Another day, another dollar. I don't mind coming here, but it's hard when Maegan doesn't want to leave in the morning. She loves being at Grandma's, but sometimes she just wants to be with mommy. But I must admit, I could not be a full-time stay-at-home-mom. I'd lose my mind, or become an alcoholic! Now, if I could work part-time at some dream job and spend the rest of my day home with my baby, that would be the life for me. I could be a Harley Davidson saleswoman, or a yoga teacher, or a stable girl, or a librarian, or an erotic novelist, or a concert promoter, or a concert pianist, or a surf-instructor, or a dive-guide... or so many other things besides what I've fallen into. But when you have a family, a mortgage, a life, and you haven't hit the lotto, there is no choice.
Becoming a mother changes you in profound ways. You become more opinionated and firm in your beliefs. You become more conservative and start doing things that you hated when your mother did them. And good friends become more cherished. Acquaintances fall by the way-side because there's just not enough time in the day. But you will make more of an effort for the people that mean something to you. At least, it's that way for me. I've continued to reach out to those who really mean something. And the reach came back around to me this morning. I got an email from an old friend and she linked me to her journal so I can be back in her life and stay up-to-date. I love that crazy girl. Damn she's got some problems, but there's so much in life for her to love she always prevails. I hope she continues to believe in herself, I believe in her. Thank God for the internet or I wouldn't have any friends left at all. Now there is one more dear friend I left behind, oh, about 20 years ago. She's reached for me, it's time to reach back to her. If only she was on-line it would be so much easier. But, it's worth the effort.
"Cover me... trip on through the sins of time...Cover me 'cuz I've been branded..."
OK, someone complained that my last entry was TMI. Well, too bad. If you can't take my heat, stay out of my kitchen. I am a highly sexual creature, and the way I see it, the more I talk about it, the more I'll get it. I'm also using this forum to track my weight/loss fitness efforts. Maybe if I have to see it in writing, I'll work harder. I didn't go to the gym last week, I had a cold and couldn't handle it. I know, I'm a puss. Week before last I weighed in at 140, think I'm back up to 142. Ugh! And Aaron came home with a case of candy bars from Costco last night, not to mention a bunch of soda and corn dogs. "Honey, your ass isn't fat." Whatever, if he admits that my ass is fat does he have to admit that he has a fat gut? But I'll be good, I'll stay away. I've been doing some major hill climbing with the stroller the last few days. I managed to make it to Yoga on Tuesday night. I've got to work extra hard this weekend. Especially since I WILL BE DRINKING BEER on Sunday, no matter what!! I'll just cut my calories back in half and take some more intense aerobic classes at the gym next week. I must reach 125 by my 37th birthday!! That's the goal.
Aaron, honey, thanks for another fantastic night. Oh, I've got to get us back to where we once were...
"Post Modern Sleaze"