October 23, 2001, I sat in the house that I once worked incredibly hard to have, curled up in my favorite well-worn comfy cozy chair that felt nice against my skin; I loved sitting, hiding from the world, in that chair, under my big soft blanket.
So, there I sat two days sober, still refusing to see the severity of my situation; I was too busy suffering with a violent set of shakes, cold to my core, sweating profusely… even under the care of a doctor my body had to detox hard.
One Sunday afternoon, hanging at the park with my kids, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar, very peculiar indeed, well peculiar to me; men… a lot of men, men everywhere, not a woman insight. These men were playing with their kids; pushing babies in swings, throwing frisbees, riding bikes… I was in the twilight zone, I mean, I was in awe of all that Dad awesome.
A COUPLE YEARS ago, I told my oldest, who is now 8, and it was only ONCE, and once was enough; that wasting food isn’t good because of all the starving children in Africa; I could hear my MOTHER coming out of my mouth as the words left…. and then one morning she saw a starving kid commercial, with what I told her, now matched with a visual, she took it to heart, so now she will not waste food, she worries about kids being hungry, so she’ll take small portions, and then go back for 2nds if she wants more, which, is a really good habit, right?! Right! Well, not always, especially when she gets crazy with that madness… she just walked up to me, sick, runny nose, a Kleenex in one hand and a half eaten peach in the other, “Mom….”
I auditioned for Blogger Idol, which, is a writing competition… bloggers competing to win a competition, but first you have to place in the top 12, you submit a blog post, answer some questions, and then wait for the judges to announce the 12 bloggers who will compete through their writing for 1st place… there are prizes involved and it creates a fantastic outlet for getting the writing juices flowing and most importantly it offers blog recognition.
But, what if…
No. Maybe. Yes. No. Maybe. Yes… those are the words bouncing around in ma-head because I’m busy with life stuff and a ‘lil nervous and a bit of self-doubt running around in the mix. So, sometimes, ya gotta just say what the hell… and, DO IT!
’bout to sip from my favorite coffee mug…
I have the privilege of having my friend Tanya, a fellow Mom of many trades, who is very talented, inspiring and funny, and also happens that she is the creator of Comic Strip Mama… a cartoonist and a writer who recently had her first book release –hang out here on my blog today. Yay.
Summer Time nap-time…
You make me smile like the sun, fall outta bed
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like fool,
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee
Something About Summer |Love Shines Guest Post by Tera Mills
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