Hows my form...maybe something I could work on 😉
My grip looks good though
I got a great score
Because I had a great instructor...whos a bit of a hottie! 😉
Posted in Adventures: Dating or something like it, Awesome Moments, Change: not just something that makes your hands stink anymore, CHEERS, FEARS, I'll drink to that!, Surviving Hell, The Good, The ShowBoat, Things I Like and other AWESOME crap, Things that make me smile, This Day Will Never Happen Again
Its seems shocking and a bit odd that I haven’t found any wordpress blogs written by or supporting the Mothers of childhood sexual abuse victims. Their are countless blogs on wordpress written by the victims themselves. Often written by a adult survivor of such abuse. Obviously the ability to blog about such a life altering experience offers a much needed outlet as well as some amount of emotional support and hopefully healing from such a large community. I, as the mother of a child who suffered sexual abuse, long to speak with, connect with and get feedback from woman (and men) who are living through the same hell I am.
If their is anyone out there who is the mother/father/caregiver who is suffering along side their child while fighting to protect them please leave me a comment.
I feel like there is a lack of moral and emotional support for the parent/s of such victims on wordpress.
Or if anyone knows of any wordpress blogs specifically devoted to parental support of victims of childhood sexual abuse please let me know.
I just wanna find others like me who can relate to this kind of trauma.
Posted in Abuse, Change: not just something that makes your hands stink anymore, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Coming to terms..., csa, FEARS, General bitch sessions and other rants, I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, mothers of csa victims, Mothers of Survivors of Childhood Sexual Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Surviving Hell, TEARS, Things that make me cry, Uncategorized
Saturday Night Lights always seem to be blue and flashing. This picture was taken out the window of my bar after Doucebag-dinner-disaster the other night. I went to the bar to blog and ended up wondering why, for some people, a night out for a few drinks and fun ends up in a bar fight and blue lights. Sucks for them, kinda entertaining for me.
Oh well. Just another Saturday night at a bar.
Posted in A Character a Day ( and then some), Adventures: Dating or something like it, BEERS, Blah Blah Blah Blog, CHEERS, Commentary on My Cohort, I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, Image Hoarder... Oh the shame!, Not another Douche Bag!, PEERS, The OTHERS..., Uncategorized
So, I was taken out to dinner tonight. My awesome parents took me and my youngest child out to dinner. My middle child is staying the night with her bff and my oldest couldn’t be bothered to leave the house for food, he was happier placing his order as a “to go” to be brought back to him so he could complete the 111th hour of straight gaming. Lol. It was nice to go out and enjoy dinner with my parents and daughter.
The picture is one of a moth or butterfly on the outside window of the diner. We saw it when we went outside to smoke. My mom noticed it and had me take an up close picture of it. Then she got the idea for the silence of the lambs esque pic. It wasn’t easy to take the picture because i had to do a partial squat to center it over my mouth in the reflection and the move the camera out of my face so it wouldn’t be in the way.
Long story short, a couple ladies squating, smokin cigarettes, laughing and taking pictures into a restaurant window must look awfully weird to the patrons inside.
Today was a good day.
For twelve plus years, Thursdays in my home have been handled in a very specific way. Thursdays have been what our family called ” TRASH DAY for the family and/or TRASH NIGHT for the adults”. Not because the city collected the trash in my neighborhood on Thursdays, it didn’t, trash collection in my neighborhood has always occurred on Friday mornings…very, very, very early. So every week on Thursday night in my home the radio was on and turned up enough to dance if we wanted and sing if we dared while we collected all the trash from the bathroom and bedroom pails. This alone was no huge task, typically done to completion in a matter of minutes. The objective was to not only remove the trash from the bathroom and bedroom trash pails but more like miniature weekly sping cleanout sessions.
Trash night was a night that we cleaned the fridge of the leftovers no longer an edible option. Dumping expired milk, tossing eggs overdue, disposing any dish that had not been consumed in a timely fashion during the past week. And yes, any and all expired food that couldn’t be dumped down the drain or disposed by the sink disposal indeed remained safely in the fridge until trash night, so to not attract any bugs to an outside trash can. This would be like a neon light blinking a welcome message and smells of stale pizza and the like would be the latest greatest bug buffet in town.
Really, it was a solid and well thought out and multipurposed plan of pest control, odor obliterator, full property protection. God knows I can’t stand bugs and flies, wow, flies are a bothersome bug only trumped by the mosquitoe, spider and roach. (Yes, for me, in that exact order). These are in fact the most suicidal and ballsiest of all insects, who will take full advantage of a door left cracked open by kids who have no less than thirtyish trips in and out a front door on any given summer evening to make their rounds around the culdesac via bike or scooter, and preteen and teens who’s rounds where not on a bike but on a go-kart. should something slip through the cracks of trash night and make its way early to the can could be a pain in the ass. It means a fly, interestingly not weighed down by his brass balls, would be Mr Martyr. Always a dive bomber born to bother (Really, flies have some kinda nerve the way they make a point to fly directly at you, eye level, just to veer off before they hit you in the face).
More often than not the tv was turned off so it was also like a Sunday for spongebob who only got one night (Thursday) off a week, tirelessly working round the clock everyother night of the week for my children. Specifically my youngest who oddly had full control of the tv and the remote for several years, flying just below the radar of all the other family members. For a time, me and my husband would take time out to watch The Office on the bedroom tv while we folded laundry that was fresh out the dryer on our bed. The laundry during that time always seemed so warm and smelled so crisp and clean. Laundry hasn’t ever felt or smelled so wonderful as it did back then. Eventually we discovered this wonderous invention called DVR. (Side note: DVR is a whole story of happiness in and of itself. One to be shared on another day.)
To be cont…
Posted in B-LOGophile, BEERS, Blah Blah Blah Blog, CHEERS, Coming to terms..., I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, Memories of..., More than 6 word memoirs, Surviving Hell, Things I Like and other AWESOME crap, Things that make me cry, Things that make me smile, Uncategorized
The death blow of breakup songs. Its like a lyrical ninja that you never seen sneaking up behind you and then…shablammmo! Pain, tears, hurt, longing all welling up into a perfect apple size knot that has settled in your throat.
Ps, and who on gods green earth doesn’t listen to, and revel in our own misery after a breakup. In my opinion, this happens to be one of the best breakup songs out there to illuminate our own personal depth and despair. So, this ones for anyone out there who’s living through the hell of heartbreak. Crank up your speakers and sing it as loud and as ugly as humanly possible. Don’t worry, I will be doing the same on my end.
I’m missing your bed, I never sleep,
Avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you’re not alone, and you’re not discreet.
Make sure I know who’s taking you home.
I’m reading your note over again,
There’s not a word that I comprehend,
Except when you signed it “I will love you always and forever.”
As for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out.
I’m missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending.
I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
I am alone In my defeat
I wish I knew you were safely at home.
I’m missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we’d have speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Well, as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out.
But as for me,
I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
[X4] Your hair, it’s everywhere. Screaming infidelities And taking its wear.
Posted in BEERS, Coming to terms..., I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, I'm Gonna KICK, Tomorrow..., TEARS, Things I Like and other AWESOME crap, Things that make me cry
Tagged Breakup songs, Depression, Divorce, Music, Relationships
I am increasing aware of how difficult it’s gonna be to save the amount of beer bottle caps it will take to make the pixel picture art I want to make.
This is an official SOS (send out supplies) call for help. If anyone, anywhere happens to have a stash, be it small or super size, that they’d be willing to part with, your donatation would be put to good use. Not to mention that I would also be forever grateful of your generosity. SO PLEASE, ANYONE AND EVERYONE…SEND ME YOUR BEER BOTTLE CAPS!
Just comment that you’re interested and I’ll tell ya where to send them : )
Oh, and wish me luck. When I finish the piece I will post pictures and the names of any contributors that helped make it happen. (Any contributions/contributors that wish to remain anonymous will be noted only as anonymous.)
SO GRAB A COLD ONE AND ENJOY, AFTER ALL, IT IS SUMMERTIME…FOR THE LOVE OF ART
Posted in BEERS, CHEERS, I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, I'm Gonna KICK, Tomorrow..., Things I Like and other AWESOME crap, Things that make me smile, Uncategorized
Tagged art, Arts, Donation, Family, Friends, Giving, Health, Help, humor, Life, Personal strength, Relationships
Unfortunately to protect the privacy of the author, I have to post an encrypted version.
BTW: THANK YOU! XOXO
I’ve never read something so beautifully calming. I love your observations. xoxo
Posted in B-LOGophile, BEERS, CHEERS, Commentary on My Cohort, I'll drink to that!, I'm Gonna KICK, Tomorrow..., PEERS, TEARS, The Good, Things I Like and other AWESOME crap, Things that make me cry, Things that make me smile
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Posted in A list to look away from, B-LOGophile, BEERS, Blah Blah Blah Blog, CHEERS, FEARS, I'll drink to that!, I'm Gonna KICK, Tomorrow..., Link Hoarder, Things I Like and other AWESOME crap
Just after I published my previous post on it simultaniously being National Employees Appreciation Day and Panic Day I got a surprise video pop-up.
Under the video it said: What do you think of this and also said once I see a video pop-up I would never see it again.
Ummmmm, the panic is setting in, seriously, WTF!
Posted in BEERS, Blah Blah Blah Blog, CHEERS, I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, Link Hoarder, Things that make me smile, Uncategorized
Tagged humor, My Blogs Pages, postaday2011, working mom
I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2011.
I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.
If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.
Posted in A list to look away from, B-LOGophile, BEERS, Blah Blah Blah Blog, CHEERS, FEARS, I'll drink cause of that, I'll drink to that!, I'm Gonna KICK, Tomorrow..., Image Hoarder... Oh the shame!, Link Hoarder, The ShowBoat, Things that make me smile, Uncategorized
Tagged Blog, postaday2011