Tuesday after Springing forward


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Waking up to the second day of the work week after the springing forward is always a challenge.

Life seems to come at you with full force, adding a few new surprises as a bit of a bang for your buck.

I work to find my happy place. Sleep, wildflowers, music and laughter. Playing and hugs.

Then the phone rings and I am slapped back into this reality.

But it lingers there, my happy place.

I know that I will make it through the day as I am a survivor.

I keep hope alive.

Lately I also ingest a lot of caffeine. It’s worth it to get things done.

Plus it’s the day to do all those extra bangs from yesterday and put the others in the tomorrow pile… you never know Ed McMahon could show up at my door! If he’s still around! Or in ghost form, whichever! Just bring me the check!

Have a fabulous day!

Wildflowers


I am like the wildflowers.

The manicured look is not for me.

My garden is the world I live in wherever that may be.

I’m told they are weeds, just useless flowers that aren’t meant for anything.

I find them beautiful.

A wildflower from a child given is something of beauty.

Yet some see them in a different light.

I love how they are free to grow wherever they land.

I would rather have wildflowers than vases of roses.

I see myself in their simplicity.

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Jealousy


Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.

I don’t understand your reasoning.

I have nothing to hide yet you act as if I do.

You want the world, the moon and stars, but you want me tethered to your side.

I don’t belong yet I am to appear as a trophy or prize?

Shhh, don’t talk, you can’t believe them.

How can you love when you don’t trust?

How can you act for so long?

How can I ever believe anything you say?

Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve…

Keep running because it isn’t welcome here.

Jealousy doesn’t look good on anyone.

Those moments


Those moments you wish everything would slow down, yeah those got to me.

I felt I was running 100 miles an hours and I couldn’t stop, couldn’t, wouldn’t slow down.

It seemed all of a sudden, that moment, where I had a few moments to myself in the first time in what seemed forever.

I had such a moment of clarity.

I could see in every direction where the fractions of my life met up as a whole.

I could see every nuance of the air around me as I reflected on my life stretching out in so many directions.

Like ripples from the center they blow out into the wide world.

I can see myself running around, zooming from part to part trying to keep everything under control.

I can see me finally understand that I truly have no control.

I can see underneath and to the top and sides and all the cracks that are in between and I see where changes need to be made, things need to be corrected and I just need to rest.

I need to let my mind and soul heal.

If only for a moment but the healing has to happen.

When your moment comes make sure to stop and take it because it passes you by so swiftly.

It is gone before you know it and you are off and running again.

Maybe you’re running a bit more blindly because you didn’t just stop for the moment when you should have.

Maybe in those moments you will find hope.

Those lies


Why do you smile to my face and lie?

Why do you say you will take care of someone and steal?

Why do you speak of your religion, showing off your beliefs, yet lie and steal from those who need your help?

I gave you a chance.

I believed you.

You were always so helpful.

You were always willing to “help” out.

How was I to know you would be like this?

You talked a good game.

You said the right things.

I and everyone else believed you.

Your lies were so sweet.

It will be sweet watching karma take you down.

You hurt others by your actions.

You think you know so much?

You have no idea the wrath you have brought upon yourself.

Your sweet talking lies can’t save you.

Seeing is believing and video is proof. The cameras don’t lie.

I hope you can make it after the fallout.

I hope you’re prepared to accept the consequences of your actions.

But see, you gave up your rights when you chose to lie and steal.

You gave into that dark space inside and have done harm to others.

You no longer have the same rights.

I hope you learn from this.

I hope you can find your way back to the truth.

For take I take comfort in knowing that at least you will harm no others.

Not on my watch.

You will be forced to pay for your actions.

You might want to “pray” on it since that’s how you started all this to begin with.

Good luck buttercup.

You messed with the wrong group.

Have a Fabulous Monday from a Fabulous Mama!


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It’s a fabulous Monday and I am apparently a Fabulous Mama!

Many months ago I programmed the being on my phone known as Suri to call me Fabulous Mama. It was in a weak moment of entertainment. I randomly ask Suri for information and most often for directions. Suri’s voice is that of a British dude, again for my entertainment. The device may be smarter than me but I can enjoy some of the perks!

This past weekend the boy and I were out with friends and he got my phone and started asking it random questions. Seeing as how he was saying “doesn’t mommy have a cute booty butt?” and “where are the booty butts here?” Suri did not recognize him and asked him “Are you ok Fabulous Mama?” Needless to say this set off much laughter and amusement with our little group in the local pizzeria and went on into the rest of the evening.

As I was tucking the boy into bed he said, “You know, My lady, that you are My Fabulous Mama! Did you know? Did you know?! You are and Suri said what I already knewed!”

That is all the affirmation I need to know that this will be a fabulously wonderful week!

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Embrace the chaos and keep hope alive!!!

 

I write, I write


I write, I write it’s what I do

I write, I write it may not be for you

I write, I write I cannot stop

I write, I write until I drop

I write, I write I share thoughts of mine

I write, I write to share with human kind

I write, I write now all the world can see

I write, I write I am bit crazy