I’m thinking…
…of consolidating blogs.
You see, from the two years I wrote for pay, I’m kinda spread out all over the internets – so much so that when I get an inkling to write, I get stuck with “…but at which one…” So! Simply solution, since I’m no longer writing for pay… consolidate!
So that’s what I’m gonna do. Gonna pull most of ’em together under one great big blog. *nods* It might actually get me writing again!
Sounds like a plan, right?
Right.
Here goes nuthin!
For the Record:
Yeah – not re-opening anytime soon. In fact, not even gonna be able to do Big Brother Craze. Damn this real life thing..
But I love my job.
And all of you.
And I’ll be around….
somewhere.
National Day of Silence 2010
Hi! I know, I know, it’s been pretty silent around here, and I am totally 100% to blame. You see, after I pulled my hermit bit, I then did something silly, and got myself a day job. In doing so, I went from spending every waking moment sitting on my (considerable)ass in front of the Computer Screen like a NORMAL person, and instead spend 9 hours a day on my feet in the Digital Photo Lab at our brand new Walmart. It’s been quite the switch, as I’m sure you can imagine, and I’ve been missing my daily games, and doing the unthinkable and actually going to bed at decent hours. Sometimes even before the teenagers.
INORITE?!
But, today? I had to write, because I just got a few text messages from Peppermist that made me so INCREDIBLY PROUD of that girl of mine. She is AMAZING in every sense of the word, and some days, I wonder how she’s managed to grow up so perfectly. And then I take all the credit. Because I’m her mom. And I can. Even if I’m a bad blogger and should have known about this already.
You see, today is apparently a National Day of Silence, to protest against Gay Bashing in schools. Today, across the nation, hundreds of thousands of students took a vow of silence to bring attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in their schools.
And my daughter? was one of them.
If you only knew how that girl LOVES to talk, you’d know what strength she possesses to take such a vow! She and Micki wore signs all day today, and though she’s going to the movies after school with the Twins, who would like her to talk after school, she has decided to continue on because according to her text to me: “That’s not the point, to just do it during school. I’m not going to stop until tonight.”
Damn, but that girl makes me proud to be her mom! So tell me, what will YOU do to end the silence?
I demand a recount!
You see, eighteen is just too much, by my count. Eighteen is not allowed. Eighteen is responsibility and adulthood and the ability to get a tattoo without my permission. Eighteen is the need for making one’s own decisions, and branching out, and preparing to leave home and being on one’s own. Eighteen is too much for this mama to handle.
Eighteen.
Eighteen years ago, The Boy did the most AMAZING thing – he made me a mother. After 28.5 hours of labor, an epidural and a c-section, they placed this wee little 7lb 6.5oz man in my arms, and said he was mine. He had reddish hair, a scream to wake the world, and little wrinkly toes and a cute button nose. I was 22, terrified and enthralled all at once. And I fell instantly in love.
Little did I know how much he would change me, change who I was into who I am today. I remember his first steps – that came before he crawled, because he preferred to roll around on Papa and Nana’s floor to get where he wanted to go. His first teeth, his first plate of spaghetti, his first chocolate bar, his first birthday, his first ride in car, his first pair of boxing gloves, his first friends, his first days at school – all the way to his first dance, his first time behind the wheel, his first job, his first girl, first heartache… Each of them were MY firsts too – the first time I discovered them through a Mama’s eyes, and knew the little tug of pride and heartache each bit of growing up caused.
He’s grown up into an amazing young man. He’s kind, he’s faithful, he’s strong, and strong willed, and even more important, strong of heart. He loves and protects his sisters, he is an amazing friend, he loves unconditionally, gives happily and understands the power of forgiveness and understanding. He’s still exploring, learning, striving. He isn’t quite sure what he wants to be doing with the rest of his life, yet and that’s perfectly ok, because what he’s doing RIGHT NOW, is the best thing ever – he’s being himself… something he and I have learned to do and be together.
He’s my son.
And today? He’s 18, and officially a man.
And he chose to let me start it with a hug, immortalized.
Happy Birthday, baby boy. I am so proud of you.
all my love,
Mama.
Oh. Hai!
Oh. Hai There.
I’m Nutter Butter. The Hamster. I own the Pup.
Apparently the owner of this blog has pulled her typical first of the year hermit thing, and has not updated in a while. I’m here to tell you there WILL be a post today – even if I have to write it myself!
…heeeeeeeeeey… wait a minute…
Stay Tuned!
