Mom.Single

The Rules

Mon, 06 May 2013 03:24:47 -0400

#1 - Don’t die

#2 - Don’t kill (unless it’s the only way to avoid breaking rule #1)

#3 - No boys in the car

#4 - Don’t touch Mom’s face

#5 - Don’t touch Mom’s hair

#6 - Don’t lick any part of Mom

#7 - Don’t give Mom tittie twisters

There’s more but that’s pretty much how rules develop when you live with the Minion

I lost my twitter password etc

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 01:54:38 -0400

But I still love all my twitter followers. More soon.

I do still exist...

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 02:44:23 -0400

It’s been a crazy month. I got a new job. Moved. Went through some hard personal stuff. Got into some amazing graduate programs. Am contemplating another move. And haven’t been able to hug the Minion nearly enough.

How is everyone on here?

cosmo tip #600

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 00:31:23 -0500

lipstick-feminists:

tw: rape

expertcosmotips:

if he thinks rape jokes are funny go on a romantic boat ride with him and leave him in the middle of the fucking ocean to die

Bastards

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 03:52:20 -0500

Pretty sure the Vermont Teddy Bear commercial just made me a full on feminist. What a ridiculous, misogynistic piece of shit advertisement.

If Love...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 03:33:24 -0500

Every person is a painting.

Every one of us is layered, colorful moments hidden behind darker shades that touch us.

Every one of us is a work of art to be treasured always or tossed aside with the popularity of another form.

If love…

If love is something true.

If love for me is possible.

If love is a person rather than an idea…

Then he is an artist. A poet. A painter. A man able to see not the face of the work but every stroke that brought the face to light. He is a man who will treasure the artwork of me, bear witness to the beauty… even if abstract. He can see every stroke, feel every texture, embrace every hint of light and dark because he is an artist.

If my love is a person…

He is a man who sees my beauty when all others see my frame.

As it were...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 03:21:21 -0500

Your feelings, an enigma

Condescendingly out of reach

Your face against my lips

I cannot touch you

However did I wander

This far along this road

Never having known

All this way I walked alone

I held your hand so tightly

When you weren’t even there

Your eyes

Warm, dark pools to drown in

I’ve forgotten how to swim

Photo

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 04:39:32 -0500

Photo

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 02:11:27 -0500

Moment with Minion #147

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 01:55:21 -0500

Picking up my copy of Memoirs of a Geisha...
Minion: Mom, it's your face!!!
Me: No, it's not.
Minion: I'm pretty sure I know what your face looks like, mom.
...this kid. Wow.

Moment with Minion #146

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:00:23 -0500

Me: Eat your food.

Minion: It’s hard to chew.

Me: Why?

Minion: It hurts my teeth.

Me: Are your teeth okay?

Minion: They are just so little! They’re baby teeth. I shouldn’t have to eat all of my food with these little teeth.

…oh goody.

Any Suggestions...

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 02:07:02 -0500

For ignoring the feelings of liking someone who doesn’t like you back? Cuz I do great for a while and then I’ll hear from him again and I just realize I’m not over it. And, worst part is it happens all the time.

I think I sabotage myself. I choose guys who will never fall for me so I don’t have to actually let someone in…

Clearly, this post has nothing to do with parenting. It’s just what’s on my mind.

Moment with Minion #145

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 16:27:43 -0500

(Minion playing on the floor)

Minion: The queen desires more power. And before her, all the kingdoms fall.

Me: Watching Once Upon A Time makes you talk funny.

Minion: (all chipper) I know!

When the songs they play at the club are the same ones you dance around the living room to with your kid, you're either a really bad parent or it's a pretty lame club. The club was great. So...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 02:42:02 -0500

Said I needed to lose twenty pounds. Minion piped up: "What about forty?"...under those circumstances, flipping her off was acceptable, right?

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 03:09:49 -0500

90sdefect: iridessence: I AM FUCKING DYING RIGHT NOW Why did...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 04:09:06 -0500

90sdefect:

iridessence:

I AM FUCKING DYING RIGHT NOW

Why did this shit piss me off so much?

Yep

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 01:52:11 -0500

Yep

Pajama Shopping!!!

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 01:44:57 -0500

That’s where instead of shopping FOR pajamas, you go shopping while WEARING pajamas. Minion and I had one hell of an awesome day. That kid, seriously, the best.

An Honest Love Question

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 01:27:24 -0500

Is love like a muscle? Do we have to experience it, exercise it and strengthen it in order to feel love? Is it necessary to begin by crawling into love before we have the ability to run the entire course of it? If love is a muscle, then the tears make it stronger. If love beats like the heart, then it can be made more resilient by stretching and pulling it to the limits. If love is a muscle, then it’s still possible for me with a little rehabilitation.

But what if it’s not?

What if love is like a jar full of sand?

The jar can become tainted, difficult to see the love within. The glass can be scratched, cracked even and the love within will still be full. But if the glass is broken, if the cracks break through…love would leave the jar empty. Unable to be filled again. If love is like a jar full of sand, I am broken and empty in every sense of both words. No longer capable of love. No longer capable of offering anything to anyone.

To step away from the analogies for a moment… sometimes I wonder if I’ve been too hurt to ever love again. It’s not that I can’t feel anything or even feel something deeply but that I can’t trust anyone enough to fully love them. My expectations are that I will be hurt, crushed, destroyed and that puts me on defense. If only my love life could be compared to a sporting event where the defense is only half the game but I’m afraid it cannot. My love life is a battle field and only one survivor can be left standing. That’s how I’ve viewed it in the past and that image has stayed with me. I’m always moving on, moving forward before someone can really care about me, really love me, really hurt me.

So much for avoiding the analogies. So, let’s return to the original…

Is love like a muscle to be strengthened by use, by tearing or is it a jar that once broken, once empty is broken and empty forever?

lol

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 01:13:27 -0500

lol