Everyday Amazing

So, my friend, D, and I have a similar conversation almost every single Monday for the past several weeks about this man....Maksim Chmerkovskiy.

It's usually just a list of obvious statements about how, just smoking hot he is, but tonight something hit me-something profound. Something that D just could not agree with ...

Read along...

D: Oh everything about him is hot...

Me:  He's not an everyday guy...just special occasions, dress up and be pretty kind of thing...

D: I would want him for an all the time....
 
Me: Not me, the artistic temperament would wear me thin, but he'd be a great toy .
 
D: He would just be nice to stand there and look at and him not say anything....



Me: See, he's a look pretty, not everyday wear.
 

D:  I don't know how I would classify him other than hot!

 

Me: Smoking to be sure, but...I think I'm happy with just window shopping. Not really my kind.

 

Ok, to clarify, I do not think I'd ever meet this man in person or stand a snowball's chance in hell, BUT I do not like fussy men. And not like fussy as in argumentative (but I don't really like that either) but I mean a man that needs constant tending-and he seems exactly that type.

 

I'm thinking that a really good man is like a really fabulous pair of blue jeans (ok, so this can work as a description for a woman too, but I personally don't swing that way...I just don't want to be sexist).

 

The perfect pair can be warn everyday...

 

Dressed up or dressed down.

 

Just as comfortable and sexy in bare feet and as in heels. (I'm NOT suggesting I want a man that wears heels...just Go with the metaphor, ok?!)

 

Easy to take care of...

 

and fit you like a glove.

 

An everyday kind of guy and not some look pretty that may fade or tarnish with time and wear..

 

(Yes, I have switched to a jewelry metaphor, I'm an English person, fucking sue me alright. Jeez people.Get with the program already.)

 

Not someone that demands constant polishing and adoration...something more substantial and solid that can handle the ebb and flow of everyday life. (and now we are at water...for those students of Judy Frye...what does water symbolize? Ah, yes. A change in plot. Thank you.)

 

Now there will be those that may argue that either Maks can be everyday where or only smoking hot guys can be special occasion wear only, but that is just not the case. It's all attitude-looks never come into play. Ok, so Maks started the train of thought so I guess they do a little, but not a huge amount. Sometimes an attractive guy doesn't know just how attractive and wonderful he is, whereas an unattractive guy can need much tending because of his need to "prove" himself. It's mostly about the person inside.

 

(Anyone who has known a beautiful, yet hateful person knows this is true. If yoau re ugly on the insdie there is no way to be pretty on the ouside. I can finish losing weght and buy a new bely button, but some others broads I know can't buy kindness or surgically implant sweetness or comassion. It just doesn't happen, people.)

 

As pretty as the above picture is, I think he'd be a terrible partner in life. Instead of the super starched, trendy, skinny jean that'd leave me breathless (from sucking in) and fidgety from constant adjusting...I'd much prefer the soft, comfy, glove-like jeans that make me feel wonderful and beautiful all day- everyday.

 

So, I leave you with this musical idea. Listen well, my FF because this...

well, this is my idea of everyday amazing...

 

 

Associations

So, here are just a few words that have been associated with me by a certain, very sweet someone...

• adorable (This has been said several times in conversation.)
• awesome (This was accompanied by an exclamation mark in a text message, thank you very much.)
• great
• cool
• funny

Just saying....I'm totally smiling right now (and blushing eeeever so slightly).

Throwing Myself Under the Bus

Yep, I'm going to do it; you heard it here first. (or at all actually because I don't think my comings and goings are really news worthy-yet (WINKWINK) )

Anyway, I have come to a huge decision and wanted to share it here so I would have people constantly on my ass about it basically. If you have never looked at the pages listed along the top, left side of this page (No the Other Left. Geeze guys!) you should notice a link that is titled What this Girl will Do in a Year.

If you can't see it you are, indeed looking at the wrong side of the page, so look again. Ahh, now we are cooking with gas.

Well, one of the items on that list is to finish my major WIP (work in progress) by Christmas. The idea for this particular piece struck me (damn near literally) while I was attempting the C25K back in Febuary. (No, I didn't finish that either, but it is ALSO on my list. By God, I WILL do it!) However, after working and piddling with it I decided to get super serious this past June. And then I hit a huge block wall...

It's not I ran out of things to say,  I literally hit a section that I couldn't write through, under, over, sidways, beside, or in the general vicinity of and every time I tried I hated it so completely that it began to color the entire work for me. Well, FF I just couldn't have that!  

So, I took some time off to work on other pieces.

Then I did some traveling.

Then I got my classes at JC.

Then T started to school and I thought my time would magically open up...WRONG!

Nope, now MJ makes even more snide comments whenever she sees anyone on a computer. "What? I wasn't saying anything about you?!" Methinks she doth protest too damn much, but that's just me. Patience has never been a virtue of mine (ask any former students, they'll tell ya that's the honest truth.), but I have tried to be as passive as possible (as a gift to my Pop) in expalining that between the writing I'm (attempting), teaching online, grading papers via email, and yes, periodically checking FB to catch up on anything that happens outside the city limits of Pascafuckingoula that the computer is pretty much necessary to my life.

With that being said... have spent less and less time working on anything of substance because I can only throw short snatches of time together to do anything without being made to feel, well, like total shit about it. (I even stopped going to the gym for 2 solid months so I never had to be away from the kids. guess what? No parade...)

The writing has suffered. I have suffered.  

The suffering ends now. Damnit. I WILL finish. I will mark this off my list. It will be something I'm proud of, but I have to stop accepting convenient excuses to put it off.

And how, pray tell, will I accomplish this lofty goal? Besides tell all of you so you can stay on my ass out it, I am actually going to query a few agent. AAKK!!!!! Yep, you read that correctly. I read about a couple of agents that are looking for new blood and thought, "What. The. Hell. Why not?"

Now, I fully intend for those of these nice ladies to read my query letter and first 5-10 pages and basically tell me, "It was nice, but it's me not you." I mean, no one gets a stroke of luck on their first shot. Would it be awesome? Hell yeah, but not exactly practical. that being said I'm sure I will thrown an enormous pity party complete with streamers, confetti, and hats while eating Ben and Jerry's Birthday Cake Ice cream straight out of the carton. Knowing something doesn't make it easier, folks, you know this. Don't judge!

So, that's the big announcement...

I will finish at least a first draft by Christmas AND I will send out 2 query letters so I can get the first of what I'm told will be a string of rejections out of the way.

Wish me luck!!!

Shut the Front Door!

I'd like to open by thanking my Faithful Few, who has grown to a whopping twenty-two.

(Did that sound kind of Seussical to anyone else? Hee Hee!) 

veintidós. vingt-deux. venti-due. Είκοσι-δυο. Dwadzieścia dwa. tjugo-två. ยี่สิบสอง. Ashirin da biyu. Twenty-two!!!

When this little project of mine started I seriously didn't think anyone would read my aimless droning and whiny ramblings.


Ummmm.....


Well, I take that back, I thought my family would read it because, let's face it, we are genetically predisposed to be nosey and get all up in everyone else's business and comment. Hence, the perfect way to purge my personal demons AND allow my family to practice our favorite past time. (Notice I am saying OUR and not THEIR. Ohh, I am soooooooooooo guilty of this.)

Anyway, it's totally amazing to me that people I do not share genetic markers with actually read what I write. In fact, I checked out the "Stats"  tab and found that I had had readers in North Korea (WTF?) and New Zealand, among other places. Seriously, 2 from North Korea. I'm fucking international people!!! WooHoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

However, all excitement aside, I really appreciate the time all of you (even those who are "officially" followers, we will SO go into why you are officially following me another time...you know who you are!) take by reading my randomness, or rather embracing my crazy little chaotic, ADHD, who-the-hell-knows-what-I-am-thinking-least-of-all-me, often bitchy, and occasionally mournful epistles. (One of you, and you know who you are, said I didn't whine, but let's be honest...I do. I know I do. I'm cute and foul-mouthed a majority of the time, but when the mood strikes just wrong I am overdramatically and fatalistically morose. It, too, is a genetic trait shared by several among you-only because, you  know, the whole genetic marker sharing thing.) 


I am humbled and honored beyond reason that you guys desided to join me on my journey. God only knows what will happen next, but I'm sure hoping for my broken, gravel road to disapear behind me as I cruise ahead on something more akin to cobblestone. Let's face it, I know I have a long way to go before I can get to a nice, smooth, asphalt interstate and I'm all right with that.  Cobblestone gives me balance while allowing me to experience all of life's little quirky bumps, plus I kinda dig the whole Victorian feel of it.  


Thanks for the love, the support, and the constant ego boost that comes from each click you make on this site.


All My Love...
Me

A Little Misty

Every morning and every afternoon I fall juuuust a little more in love with this guy I see while I'm driving to T's school. So, perhaps I'm not in love with him because I have no clue who is is (although I know where he lives). Seriously, I am only slightly exaggerating, because I think is just wonderful.

Ok, so let me just tell the story...

My normal route to the school takes me by Reserrection Elementary school and each morning I pass by a Dad (whom I lovingly refer to as Ultimate Dad) in some stage of walking his two children to school. I first noticed them leaving their house, which is just down from the school, with him pulling a little red wagon. I thought it was absolutly the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. 

Since that first day I have seen them pretty much every morning. And to make matters even worse on my particular little, tender heart, I saw him walking the kids back from school this afternoon. I swear my eyes teared up and I sighed over the Ultimate Dad. Now, this is the part where I tell you that other than the bit of white in his hair, I have absolutly no clue what this man looks like. I only know that he's average height and has what looks to be a second grader and a preschooler.  Actually, not really him so much as the idea of him. The idea of the dad who walks his children to and from school (I think he works from home) just squeezes my chest until tears pop up. I SO desperatly want that for my kids.

I mean, I didn't think about them when I got married and they ended up with someone who woud have either found 10,000 excuses to NOT do it or only go with a beer in hand. While I never, never, never in a million years would ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want my ex back, I can't help but morn what I wasn't able to give them-an Ultimate Dad.  *sniff

However, I want to take a moment to thank Ultimate Dad and other Dads of his ilk for being phoneminal dads. I'm sure there are times when you may not be appriciated as you should, but know that your job is amazingly important. I thank you for you give me hope.

(And Moms married to these Dad's, please know that I am sinfully envious of you. Whenever you get a bit fed up with his shenanigans, remember how lucky you are to have a real dad for your precious children. Not all of were so lucky.)

Soap Box Over!

Thank you and Good Night.

This Week at a Glance

In the name of accountability, I have decided to list a number of GOALS that I would like to accomplish will accomplish this week.

1. 
   
   Get ass back in the gym. (I went today!!!)
2. 
   
   Once ass is back in the gym, go 3 times.  (1/3)
3. 
   
   Do much better on eating than I did this past weekend.
4. 
   
   Grade massive amounts of papers in a timely manner.
5. 
   
   Finish Dylan's blanket!!!!
6. 
   
   Remember to breathe!!

Wish me luck!!!!

Week's End

So, last night I had a whole lot to say, but I'm afraid I can't remember a single thing in this morning's light. Light, which is absolutely beautiful, btw. I know this because I went to WalMart this morning at an unGodly 8AM to get milk, T's lunch things,a nd honey buns. Now, I won't be wining any Mother of the Year awards by feeding my kids honey buns for breakfast, but they love them SO much and I'm in NO WAY tempted to eat them myself. It was MJ that got them hooked. I have always despised them. Yuk!


The other piece of random on my brain is about Life Coaching. I'm not sure how many of you guys know this, but last year (around this time actually) I was given the opportunity to have a life coach through my wonderful mentor/friend/former teacher, Sharon Ladner. She had just become certified and offered to be my coach. (That reminds me, I still owe her money. Please let me pay you, Sharon!!) Anyway...I found all of the materials we poured over last year not too long ago and reassessed myself. All I can say is, it's amazing what a year does to a soul.
Last year my "word" was Independent; I was determined to do everything alone no matter the consequences. All I cared about was my single minded quest for establishing a new life for me and the kids. now, I'm not saying I do not care about that now, but now I realize there are always consequences and I do not care to pay some of them. My new word (or phrase actually) is "Quality in all things which I am involved". To me this means that I want to establish quality in all my relationships (personal, professional, parental, familial), in my parenting, in my work, and within myself.  I'm proud of my new goal and I will be really working towards achieving it. I wonder what my word will be next year?


That being said...I've actually been thinking about becoming a Life Coach. It hit me the other day in class, as I was listening to and talking to a student, that I was actually doing for her what Sharon had done for me: listening and offering directions while letting her decide her own direction. It was like my favorite part of teaching, the talking and listening, without grading all those papers. The only issue at this point is the cost of all the reputable and accredited programs; however, if that is what I'm meant to do then a way will be provided, right? Yeah, that's what I think too.

On a personal note, I was unable to visit LC this weekend, but we kept in touch. He was sad to not see me, but understood that with Pop out of town I couldn't slip away for a visit, even a brief one.

I must, at this point make several confessions...

1. I really, really, enjoy getting "Good morning" texts each morning.
2. Likewise I really, really enjoy the "Good night" texts at night.
3. I am a bit nervous that I enjoy them so much, but I refuse to freak out about it.

I am determined to sit back, relax, and let the Universe take me where it wants me to go. Fearless.