October 30, 2009
October 29, 2009
Patriotistm, schmatriotism
I recently received an e-mail talking about the "Eid" (a Muslim holiday) postage stamp and how we Americans should boycott it because apparently ALL Muslims are terrorists. To use such a stamp to mail a letter would be unpatriotic.
Hmmmm.....
Then what about the Catholics? Should we not boycott stamps with any of the Popes or Madonna & child on it as well? You know because of the Inquisition. Though it didn't happen in the U.S. - it happened, many people died and many were expelled from their home. And that is not at all what America is about...right?
How about Protestants/Puritans? Many were killed on American soil because they were...witches! Perhaps we shouldn't celebrate Halloween? Perhaps we should ban Protestants?
Or wait, how about this: boycott any and all types of businesses, religious groups, and communities in the whole of the United States because really...this land belongs to the Native Americans. How about that? We could just give back the land to them and then the WE can live on RESERVATIONS! Tax free and autonomous government. How does that sound?
Oo oo!! I might even take it further and tell all of the non-native Hawaiians to get off of the islands - go Akaka bill on them. You know because the United States of America stepped on the Hawaiian soil and said, "Hey! Let's imprison this land's Queen and take over the territory and gain money off of it. Leave the natives poor and full of syhpillis. That sounds pretty patriotic - not at all like the founding fathers were trying to escape. Right?"
Another bothersome note in the e-mail was that the issuance of this stamp was directed by President Obama.
Ummm....
This stamp has been around for about eight years or so. If my memory serves me right Obama was not the incumbent president EIGHT years ago, was he?
Just askin'.
Now some of you know how I feel about religion and I'll most likely never reveal my political views (at least on here) but I am very, very, VERY against people spreading hate messages regarding a people's faith and/or political views. I'm also very, very, VERY against publicly ridiculing our country's representative (even if I don't like them) because we're obviously not the president for a good reason.
You tell me if you're able to step into the Oval Office and do Mr. Obama's (or any of the past presidents') job for even 5 minutes. If you're capable of doing such a task then maybe, MAYBE you'll be able to say a few trashy words but not publicly, not through an e-mail, not through any venue actually. Just to yourself. To do so publicly is the true step against patriotism.
Last time I checked we were still a free country so I think all of the presidents have done their job. But if you don't like the president so much then get involved in your communities government and then work your way to your own presidency.
So whoever generated the rumor is the person who is not at all what this country stands for and is therefore one of the most unpatriotic persons to be on U.S. soil.
Just sayin'.
Hmmmm.....
Then what about the Catholics? Should we not boycott stamps with any of the Popes or Madonna & child on it as well? You know because of the Inquisition. Though it didn't happen in the U.S. - it happened, many people died and many were expelled from their home. And that is not at all what America is about...right?
How about Protestants/Puritans? Many were killed on American soil because they were...witches! Perhaps we shouldn't celebrate Halloween? Perhaps we should ban Protestants?
Or wait, how about this: boycott any and all types of businesses, religious groups, and communities in the whole of the United States because really...this land belongs to the Native Americans. How about that? We could just give back the land to them and then the WE can live on RESERVATIONS! Tax free and autonomous government. How does that sound?
Oo oo!! I might even take it further and tell all of the non-native Hawaiians to get off of the islands - go Akaka bill on them. You know because the United States of America stepped on the Hawaiian soil and said, "Hey! Let's imprison this land's Queen and take over the territory and gain money off of it. Leave the natives poor and full of syhpillis. That sounds pretty patriotic - not at all like the founding fathers were trying to escape. Right?"
Another bothersome note in the e-mail was that the issuance of this stamp was directed by President Obama.
Ummm....
This stamp has been around for about eight years or so. If my memory serves me right Obama was not the incumbent president EIGHT years ago, was he?
Just askin'.
Now some of you know how I feel about religion and I'll most likely never reveal my political views (at least on here) but I am very, very, VERY against people spreading hate messages regarding a people's faith and/or political views. I'm also very, very, VERY against publicly ridiculing our country's representative (even if I don't like them) because we're obviously not the president for a good reason.
You tell me if you're able to step into the Oval Office and do Mr. Obama's (or any of the past presidents') job for even 5 minutes. If you're capable of doing such a task then maybe, MAYBE you'll be able to say a few trashy words but not publicly, not through an e-mail, not through any venue actually. Just to yourself. To do so publicly is the true step against patriotism.
Last time I checked we were still a free country so I think all of the presidents have done their job. But if you don't like the president so much then get involved in your communities government and then work your way to your own presidency.
So whoever generated the rumor is the person who is not at all what this country stands for and is therefore one of the most unpatriotic persons to be on U.S. soil.
Just sayin'.
October 26, 2009
With a click of a heel
Whack my head with a paddle and tear my heart out with your bare hands
Just make sure you take me home.
My eyes want to scream and my feet want to shout
Please take me home.
The hands won't take no for an answer and my mouth can't think
How will I get home?
His tears wet my shirt and he yanks it to pieces
I'm supposed to be his home.
My stomach reaches out and shoulders fall apart
Home was supposed to be stronger than that.
The cup is empty and the plate is full
I hunger and die thirsty for home.
My body lies still in fear while my mind twitches for peace
Where is my home?
Firm footsteps lead the way and the fanciful dreams stay behind
Home is in my sight
The street light brightens and the door opens
Is this home?
Got light?
I'm in a dark & heavy place right now. Will return when I've found a flashlight and a fork lift.
October 22, 2009
The filler post
A few changes have been happening around here that I'm not ready to share with the general public yet because I haven't shared it will all of my special people yet (Mom & Dad you already know what it is). Anyway, I'm quite a busy bee with these changes and projects I'm working on and just plain ole trying to get my life in order so I leave you with a filler post.
A list of the "blogs I minimize when my boss is walking in the room so I don't get caught not doin' m'job":
A list of the "blogs I minimize when my boss is walking in the room so I don't get caught not doin' m'job":
You can find most of these fellas in my blog roll to the right under "Blogs I just Loooooooooove."
And yes they're all dudes aka the male species.
I won't be posting tomorrow since I've got a busy one ahead of me so...
HAPPY WEEKEND FOLKS!!!
October 21, 2009
[Sigh of relief]
I'm not sure that I want to state that I'll be changing the format of what I do here but some changes will be made.
I won't get too into things but last week made me realize that I was missing out on something. That something is my photography. While editing some old and new photos last week I realized that I had forgotten how much I love to do this - take photos, edit, and share. The shooting is kind of like an adrenalin rush, the editing is therapeutic, and the sharing...well when I'm proud I'm all about the sharing.
This is all thanks to Our Labor of Love & Whatever. The people of OLO are inspiring and talented photographers. Their smile booths make me giddy and hope that I can be as creative and innovative as these folks. Meg of Whatever shoots the most simple yet elegant photos I've ever seen. I don't know how she does everything with a family her size and the many other projects in her life but again I'm inspired. 
So I will be setting up shop somewhere. Location shall be disclosed after I find a decent host or perhaps I'll get my shiz together and update the one I already have. OR maybe I'll go Etsy.
Not that I don't looooooooove to write - it's just sometimes I find myself blocked but still want to share...something.
But anyway expect to see more photos than usual here. 
October 20, 2009
More smiley factors
First you were in the belly. So it was me plus you in the belly.
And things were good. Very good.
Then you came out. And it was you and me (plus I still I have the belly).
Then you came out. And it was you and me (plus I still I have the belly).
And now you are you (well you've always been you but when you're old enough to read this you'll know what I mean). So independent. So spirited and focused. I am convinced that you may be as fiery as Max from "Wild Things" creating a wild rumpus. But I know that you will always, always be a little love bug.The difference is that you will never have to feel as though you need to create a world out of fury but rather a world from the love within you.
Oh and I'll never send you to your room or bed hungry. That's just cruel.
I love you my independent and wild snuggle bug.
Can you believe you've already been ONE for a month? Crazy stuff Bambino.
October 19, 2009
October 16, 2009
Dating Mission #3 and an update
My 3rd dating mission is to look at what is in front of me.
Growing up I've always thought about what I'll be doing in the future or sometimes I would tangle myself on thoughts of my past. Actually, I still do.
So my goal is to look at what's in front of me at this moment and appreciate it instead of coming up with an escape plan or thinking "if only had I done...."
Maybe then my restless mind can finally find some peace!
Onto other news:
My dates with myself and city were fabulous and hot. And I mean hot in the it's so freaking hot and humid here that I must find air conditioning or else I will melt on the sidewalks of Honolulu. Yeah it was that hot.
So that means I didn't really get a chance to explore the city like I usually do, which is walking until my feet fall off.
Plus I missed the Bambino but he had a great time with Nana Patty.
Also, I forgot my camera but I had my old point and shoot BUT the batteries died after the....9th? picture. The photos that you see on here all the only photos I took that day.
They're from the asian farmer's market I went to next to the Ward Center in Honolulu.
Fake or real? Fake. But still pretty.
Totally fake - you see that barcode and gleam?
A whole section dedicated to pickeled foods. Ga-ross in my mind but yummy for others.
Some asian goodies.
Baby yum yums.
Baby products.
Sake!!!
I love that they placed Orchids around the produce. They really beautify the place.
Bamboo shoots! I had never seen them fresh before so this was like finding gold!
Growing up I've always thought about what I'll be doing in the future or sometimes I would tangle myself on thoughts of my past. Actually, I still do.
So my goal is to look at what's in front of me at this moment and appreciate it instead of coming up with an escape plan or thinking "if only had I done...."
Maybe then my restless mind can finally find some peace!
Onto other news:
My dates with myself and city were fabulous and hot. And I mean hot in the it's so freaking hot and humid here that I must find air conditioning or else I will melt on the sidewalks of Honolulu. Yeah it was that hot.
So that means I didn't really get a chance to explore the city like I usually do, which is walking until my feet fall off.
Plus I missed the Bambino but he had a great time with Nana Patty.
Also, I forgot my camera but I had my old point and shoot BUT the batteries died after the....9th? picture. The photos that you see on here all the only photos I took that day.
They're from the asian farmer's market I went to next to the Ward Center in Honolulu.
Fake or real? Fake. But still pretty.
Totally fake - you see that barcode and gleam?
A whole section dedicated to pickeled foods. Ga-ross in my mind but yummy for others.
Some asian goodies.
Baby yum yums.
Baby products.
Sake!!!
I love that they placed Orchids around the produce. They really beautify the place.
Bamboo shoots! I had never seen them fresh before so this was like finding gold!There was one interesting baby product that I found. It's placed on the mother's nipple for the nursing baby to suck the milk out of. I couldn't find it on the website but it's a Pigeon baby product. I couldn't get a photo because that's when my batteries died. Bah!
Oh and I bought some squeaky shoes for the Bambino - I'm not sure what he thinks of them but my brother cannot stand them. Ha ha!
Whatelse did I do? Not much else just walked around the Ward Center area did a little shopping and that was that. I did try to read some of my magazines but Borders was totally packed so I ended up reading on the floor in the children's section. That's when I decided that I missed the Bambino and went home.
Little did I know that he was having too much fun with Nana Patty and I wouldn't see him until after his bed time. After all that beachin' and playing - who would want to come home just to go snuggle with his mama and go to bed?
I'm glad we both had a good day.
October 15, 2009
Blog Action Day - Climate Change
I wish I were an expert when it came to environmental issues but sadly I am not but THESE GUYS pretty much are.
So rather than preach what I've preached before I'll just tell you a bit about two fellas who are trying to make a difference when it comes to environmental issues.
Down to Earth, based in Spokane, Washington, writers Paul Dillon and Bart Mihailovich have been covering topics relating to climate change locally and globally for three years; though their focus is more local. Being a person who has more of a global way of thinking I also think it's important to grasp the local roots. Actually, I admire them greatly for focusing on the area that is around them.
These fellas are not just writers though, they are activists. They participate in town meetings, local events, anything that has to do with their community to encourage people to care and do something. A river clean-up? They're there but they're not only there - they're leading. Land developers want to dump waste that will contaminate an area of land (and the people living around it) that floods every year? They are there to cover and research the story to the end, even if it takes 2+ years. Locavore challenge? They're on it. These two guys are pioneers.
So if you want to start to make a difference take example from the writers of Down to Earth by how they are trying to make their community a better place. Spokane is their home and they're doing all that they can to make it sustainable and green. Which will make it one less place to worry about when it comes to who's contributing to climate change. They are showing that in order to stop global warming we need to think locally first to contribute anything globally.
P.S. They now have a printed version of DTE so if you live in the Spokane area click HERE to check the locations where you can pick up a copy otherwise click on the same link to contact someone to have them mail a copy to you. The issue is printed twice a year; spring and fall. Also, they have a few other contributors to the site: DwellWellNW, The Eco-Traveler, and Year of Plenty.
What is your local initiative to stop climate change?
AMBER ALERT
Amber Alert
Staff Sergeant Rick Williams
Rolla Police Department
1007 N. Elm St.
Rolla , Mo. 65401
(573) 364-1213
Fax
(573) 364-6346
Please look at the picture, read what her
mother says, then forward this message on.
My 13 year old girl,
Ashley Flores, is missing. She has been missing for now two weeks.
Maybe if everyone passes this on, someone will see this child.
That is how the girl from Stevens Point was found by circulation
of her picture on tv The internet circulates even
overseas,
South America , and Canada etc.
Please pass this to
everyone in your address book.
With GOD on her side she will be
found.
'I am asking you all, begging you to please
forward
this email on to anyone and everyone
you know, PLEASE.
It is
still not too late. Please help us. If anyone
knows anything, please
contact me at:
HelpfindAshleyFlores@yahoocom
I am including a
picture of her..
All prayers are appreciated! !
October 14, 2009
The Shameless Cheerleader
I'm totally shameless when it comes to something I'm passionate about or just really, really support.
Seriously, if I don't like something I'm not afraid to tell people or quit it. Ask my parents. Ask them how many times I've called them to say that I hate a job and am quitting because I don't believe in their ethics or values or Hawai'i state drivers. I'm not sure but if they had a list of all of the things I cannot stand and do not support and could make a pretty dollar off of everything listed then they'd be rich. VERY RICH.
But I do support a lot of great ventures, charities, and people in general.
If I like you (and not that I'm some super important and fabulous person) you'll know it. I'll send messages, call, write e-mails, send postcards, and will even respond to a text message. But I have to really, really like you if you want me to respond to a text message.
So I am not at all ashamed to list the fellow bloggers as my favorites, who have been nomiated at The Bump for Best [insert category] Awards:
The great thing about these bloggers is that if they win they will donate the money to their charity or charity of choice. Gotta love a blog with a purpose and heart.
Seriously, if I don't like something I'm not afraid to tell people or quit it. Ask my parents. Ask them how many times I've called them to say that I hate a job and am quitting because I don't believe in their ethics or values or Hawai'i state drivers. I'm not sure but if they had a list of all of the things I cannot stand and do not support and could make a pretty dollar off of everything listed then they'd be rich. VERY RICH.
But I do support a lot of great ventures, charities, and people in general.
If I like you (and not that I'm some super important and fabulous person) you'll know it. I'll send messages, call, write e-mails, send postcards, and will even respond to a text message. But I have to really, really like you if you want me to respond to a text message.
So I am not at all ashamed to list the fellow bloggers as my favorites, who have been nomiated at The Bump for Best [insert category] Awards:
- Daddy Blog - Matt, Liz, and Madeline
- Single Mom Blog - Single Mom Seeking
- Pregnancy Blog - The 818
- Baby Journal Blog - The Spohrs are Multiplying
- Working Mom Blog - Rookie Moms
- Stay-at-Home Mom Blog - Becoming Sarah
- Design Blog - Oh dee doh
- Fashion Blog - Cool Mom Picks
- Crafty Mommy Blog - Nesting Place (a little bummed that Whatever didn't get nominated for this)
- Miscellaneous Blog - Scarry Mommy
- Eco-Friendly Mom Blog - The Cloth Diaper Experiment
The great thing about these bloggers is that if they win they will donate the money to their charity or charity of choice. Gotta love a blog with a purpose and heart.
Meandering Bohemian Stuff
An old high school crush buddy just did a great post about "The Story of Stuff."
But first let me give you some info on this fella.
He is the blog author of "Meandering Bohemian" and at his blog he writes posts about Zen life, minimalist lifestyle, art, politics, etc. Anything and everything about what it takes to be a meandering bohemian.
Also, he'll be the first to admit that he doesn't always follow by what he writes because he is human but he does his best.
Anysnooze "The Story of Stuff" is about the environmental and social issues of how stuff is produced and wasted while trying to send a message on creating a more sustainable world. They've also got a book coming out next year, March 9, 2010. Check out the website and buy the book folks.
But first let me give you some info on this fella.
He is the blog author of "Meandering Bohemian" and at his blog he writes posts about Zen life, minimalist lifestyle, art, politics, etc. Anything and everything about what it takes to be a meandering bohemian.
Also, he'll be the first to admit that he doesn't always follow by what he writes because he is human but he does his best.
Anysnooze "The Story of Stuff" is about the environmental and social issues of how stuff is produced and wasted while trying to send a message on creating a more sustainable world. They've also got a book coming out next year, March 9, 2010. Check out the website and buy the book folks.
Check out my friend's new post HERE.
Deal breaker?
Before Tina Fey decided to make, "deal breaker" funny on 30 Rock I had been hearing that term bounced around for quite some time when it comes to dating.
Some people's deal breakers could be that a dude doesn't wear socks with his sneakers or that a dude wears sucks with his sandals. To me that's just a fashion faux pas.
Last night I was discussing my online dating conversations with a fella and how I came to the conclusion that he's an idiot and will no longer e-communicate with him.
Me: So I've decided not to talk to this dude anymore because he doesn't know how to type complete words AND sentences.
Neighbor friend: Seriously?
Me: Yeah, I'm not going to continue communication with someone who can't even spell out Y-O-U. That just tells me that he's a lazy ass and really isn't interested enough to at least spell out you.
Neighbor friend: Isn't that a bit judgemental?
Me: Yes.
Neighbor friend: Soooooooo?
Me: I have the right to be judgemental. This is my dating life. I'm not going to bring some guy into my life or my son's life that doesn't have the time to spell out words.
Neighbor friend's husband: Yeah. I'd probably do the same thing. I don't want to end up with someone who can't spell or use correct grammar. I'd just get confused.
Me: I'm confused. You're married to preggers across the table. What do you have to worry about? Stop chiming in.
Neighbor friend: Maybe you can't get a date because you're evil towards men!
Me: Probably.
Neighbor friend: So maybe you shouldn't be so judgemental. I send out text messages and e-mails with "U" for "You" and we're still friends.
Me: Yeah but I don't want to date you. It's different. Oh and I can't stand it when you do that.
Neighbor friend: Evil pregnant stare telling me that I need to stop being a judgemental pansy and give the dude a chance or else she will go crazy preggers on my ass!
Me: Ok. I'll send him one more e-mail.
Some people's deal breakers could be that a dude doesn't wear socks with his sneakers or that a dude wears sucks with his sandals. To me that's just a fashion faux pas.
Last night I was discussing my online dating conversations with a fella and how I came to the conclusion that he's an idiot and will no longer e-communicate with him.
Me: So I've decided not to talk to this dude anymore because he doesn't know how to type complete words AND sentences.
Neighbor friend: Seriously?
Me: Yeah, I'm not going to continue communication with someone who can't even spell out Y-O-U. That just tells me that he's a lazy ass and really isn't interested enough to at least spell out you.
Neighbor friend: Isn't that a bit judgemental?
Me: Yes.
Neighbor friend: Soooooooo?
Me: I have the right to be judgemental. This is my dating life. I'm not going to bring some guy into my life or my son's life that doesn't have the time to spell out words.
Neighbor friend's husband: Yeah. I'd probably do the same thing. I don't want to end up with someone who can't spell or use correct grammar. I'd just get confused.
Me: I'm confused. You're married to preggers across the table. What do you have to worry about? Stop chiming in.
Neighbor friend: Maybe you can't get a date because you're evil towards men!
Me: Probably.
Neighbor friend: So maybe you shouldn't be so judgemental. I send out text messages and e-mails with "U" for "You" and we're still friends.
Me: Yeah but I don't want to date you. It's different. Oh and I can't stand it when you do that.
Neighbor friend: Evil pregnant stare telling me that I need to stop being a judgemental pansy and give the dude a chance or else she will go crazy preggers on my ass!
Me: Ok. I'll send him one more e-mail.
What are some deal breakers for you? Or for the married folk what was a deal breaker when you were single?
October 13, 2009
Pushing the date(s)
So Melysa and I came to the consensus that it would be wiser for us to write about our dating...whatevers in November since we're....sort of lacking in that area right now.
I'll still be giving myself dating missions and if any of you want to send me on one then feel free.
Seriously.
I dare you to give me an outrageous yet legal "mission/task."
I'll still be giving myself dating missions and if any of you want to send me on one then feel free.
Seriously.
I dare you to give me an outrageous yet legal "mission/task."
The Office made me cry.
Apparently when one enters motherhood they turn into a sap
I never used to cry during a movie or sappy song.
But I was a good crier - I cry when I am really sad or frusturated but never during a film, play, or concert. Well maybe I cried when Dan Boeckner's sweat got on my face at the Wolf Parade concert in Oslo but those were tears of joy! Yum. I just grossed someone out.
Anyway, when I became pregnant I became a HUGE sap. Seriously. I cried during the movie "Crash" though I was told I would've been heartless if I hadn't. Well before Bambino I wouldn't have cried. I maybe would've felt some sort of sadness and emotion but I wouldn't have shown it. Oh then I'd cry if I a children playing together in the playground at Boston Commons. Tears would flow when someone offered me a seat on the train to work. Waterworks commenced if I got a look that seemed disapproving from my boss. Commercials, songs, birds chirpping, someone helping me with my groceries - you name it I wept like everyday was a funeral.
It doesn't bother me that I cried a lot during my pregnancy and the first year of motherhood/bambinohood. But what does bother me is that I have cried during a funny show. I cried during The Office.
Yeah, I cried during the last episode of The Office when Jim & Pam tied the knot. So lame but I did. I'm not sure if it was that whole "You Tube"/Niagara Falls wedding sequence or just the song alone but I started wellin' and there was no stopping me. I looked like one of those pathetic women watching a Lifetime movie.
Soooo...
Hello, my name is Ally and I cry during sitcoms.
I never used to cry during a movie or sappy song.
But I was a good crier - I cry when I am really sad or frusturated but never during a film, play, or concert. Well maybe I cried when Dan Boeckner's sweat got on my face at the Wolf Parade concert in Oslo but those were tears of joy! Yum. I just grossed someone out.
Anyway, when I became pregnant I became a HUGE sap. Seriously. I cried during the movie "Crash" though I was told I would've been heartless if I hadn't. Well before Bambino I wouldn't have cried. I maybe would've felt some sort of sadness and emotion but I wouldn't have shown it. Oh then I'd cry if I a children playing together in the playground at Boston Commons. Tears would flow when someone offered me a seat on the train to work. Waterworks commenced if I got a look that seemed disapproving from my boss. Commercials, songs, birds chirpping, someone helping me with my groceries - you name it I wept like everyday was a funeral.
It doesn't bother me that I cried a lot during my pregnancy and the first year of motherhood/bambinohood. But what does bother me is that I have cried during a funny show. I cried during The Office.
Yeah, I cried during the last episode of The Office when Jim & Pam tied the knot. So lame but I did. I'm not sure if it was that whole "You Tube"/Niagara Falls wedding sequence or just the song alone but I started wellin' and there was no stopping me. I looked like one of those pathetic women watching a Lifetime movie.
Soooo...
Hello, my name is Ally and I cry during sitcoms.
October 9, 2009
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Again, I'm off for the weekend!
Saturday I'll be doing some things around the house before I drop off the Bambino at Nana Patty's house so that I may enjoy a day to myself!
So you can pretty much bet that I'll be completing two dating missions in one day - date with myself and Honolulu. Finally, I get to do some prancing around the city like the old days but I'll probably be missing the Bambino while I do it and trying to find something for him when I pick him up. I'll also be using that time to catch up on my reading - Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Parents magazines. I haven't read any of them since August. That's some reading.
Sunday I'll have to finish up some laundry and other housework before we head over to my Aunty's house in Kunia. It's time that the Bambino sees his Aunty Maka, Aunty Lass, and Uncle Tim.
I'm still trying to finish up a book that I'm reviewing - learning lots from it.
Also on the list is to finally get another post up on The Starfish Project. It's been AGES! I had lost 8 lbs then gained back 5 lbs and well I don't know where I'm at now. I've started up Baby Boot Camp again, now that they have evening classes. I heart them.
And that's all I've heard for today.
Have a great weekend folks!
P.S. The Bambino is getting his first haircut this weekend. Can everyone say Faux Hawk?!?!?!?!?!?!
Saturday I'll be doing some things around the house before I drop off the Bambino at Nana Patty's house so that I may enjoy a day to myself!
So you can pretty much bet that I'll be completing two dating missions in one day - date with myself and Honolulu. Finally, I get to do some prancing around the city like the old days but I'll probably be missing the Bambino while I do it and trying to find something for him when I pick him up. I'll also be using that time to catch up on my reading - Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Parents magazines. I haven't read any of them since August. That's some reading.
Sunday I'll have to finish up some laundry and other housework before we head over to my Aunty's house in Kunia. It's time that the Bambino sees his Aunty Maka, Aunty Lass, and Uncle Tim.
I'm still trying to finish up a book that I'm reviewing - learning lots from it.
Also on the list is to finally get another post up on The Starfish Project. It's been AGES! I had lost 8 lbs then gained back 5 lbs and well I don't know where I'm at now. I've started up Baby Boot Camp again, now that they have evening classes. I heart them.
And that's all I've heard for today.
Have a great weekend folks!
P.S. The Bambino is getting his first haircut this weekend. Can everyone say Faux Hawk?!?!?!?!?!?!
October 8, 2009
Dating Mission #2 - Date your city
Though I hate to use Sex and the City as foundation for this step I must because it's a good one.
In season 4 there's an episode where Sarah Jessica Parker's character, Carrie Bradshaw, dates her city - New York City. She goes to a movie by herself, tries to visit a museum, and meets a cute fella, even gets rained on in the process. NYC is a great city to date on a regular basis I've gone on a few dates with that city. I've always enjoyed my dates with Seattle, Oslo, London, Paris, Philadelphia, and my favorite Boston.
The funny thing is I haven't gone a date with with Honolulu yet. I could blame the Bambino for this one but that's too easy and not a good reason at all.
My reason is simply because I haven't given the whole island of Oahu, Hawai'i chance let alone the city Honolulu.
So I plan no doing so after I complete my first mission of dating myself. Or even better I can roll it all into one date. How does that sound?
In season 4 there's an episode where Sarah Jessica Parker's character, Carrie Bradshaw, dates her city - New York City. She goes to a movie by herself, tries to visit a museum, and meets a cute fella, even gets rained on in the process. NYC is a great city to date on a regular basis I've gone on a few dates with that city. I've always enjoyed my dates with Seattle, Oslo, London, Paris, Philadelphia, and my favorite Boston.
The funny thing is I haven't gone a date with with Honolulu yet. I could blame the Bambino for this one but that's too easy and not a good reason at all.
My reason is simply because I haven't given the whole island of Oahu, Hawai'i chance let alone the city Honolulu.
So I plan no doing so after I complete my first mission of dating myself. Or even better I can roll it all into one date. How does that sound?
How do you date your city/town/state?
October 7, 2009
Not alone.
People have their low points, some lower than others - that's why looney bins were created.
I've had a few really low points in my life and by low I mean completely selfish metldowns that happened because I wasn't being honest with myself. Though one meltdown was due to the feeling of complete and utter abandonment.
My first horrible meltdown was in a car ride to a friend's birthday celebration. I was screaming at my boyfriend at the time, we'll call him.....Mr. Perfect (because he was the perfect boyfriend...seriously) because I felt that he should've stuck up for me...when really he shouldn't have. I was being a complete ass and deserved to get my ass ripped in two by the guy who did so. In fact, I was a complete ass my first two years of college. But I had had it. I screamed like seriously screamed. Not just nagging screams but complete crazy girl screams at her innocent boyfriend who wasn't at all in the wrong. How to lose a guy in 10 days (after two years of dating)? Scream at him for nothing.
Another meltdown was the first few nights the Bambino and I were home from the hospital. That crying. The stressful sounds consumed my mind to the point that all I could do was scream and cry back. Why was my baby crying? I'm doing all that I can! When all I really had to do was realize that this was a HUGE change in my life and that I would just have to go with the flow. I also had to realize that sleep just wasn't part of the parenting/newborn agenda. After that I was cool as a clam.
The worst meltdown was when I was pregnant with the Bambino. I had just moved into my new apartment in Salem, Mass. I hadn't met my new neighbors yet though my sister lived in the same town and I had a coworker who lived just down the street. Though I put on a happy face during my pregnancy and tried to act as though I felt supported and loved - deep down inside I didn't. I felt so alone and abandoned. The majority of my top people lived in Washington state and another in Chicago and well the Bambino's father had had enough of me. Though I had my sister nearby she was either working or being a young college girl...totally understandable. I just didn't really feel like I could reach out to her. My coworker is married and well - didn't feel like interrupting their married life. My cousin has a family and very busy life and did everyting she could for mea lready. So it was just me and the little man inside of me.
Anyway, one day I decided to go for a walk and pick up a few things I needed for the apartment. I decided to leave my phone at home since I wasn't going to be out long and go out the back door thinking I had my front door unlocked. After I ran my errands I came back home only to find that I had left the door handle unlocked but kept the chain locked inside of the door. My back door was of course locked too.
I tried to see if I could unlock the chain from the outside but of course I couldn't get the door open wide enough to reach.
Then I searched my bag for my phone but I had left it inside the house thinking I wouldn't need it.
My neighbors weren't home so I couldn't ask them for help. I couldn't call my sister to help me out. My coworker and his wife weren't at home.
Fuck. I'm fucked. How the fuck am I going to get into my apartment? I have nobody. Nobody is here to help me. Where the fuck is my baby's father to help me on this? Where the fuck are my friends and family? I need them here.
What am I supposed to do now?
And then I saw a truck parked on the side of the street with a toolbox in the back and a man walking towards the truck. So I walked up to him and asked if I could borrow a screwdriver so I could unlock myself out of my apartment. He was nice enough to do the work for me. I kept my cool and thanked him for his help.
Then I got inside, fell to the floor and just cried. I feel like crying now just thinking back on that moment. That moment when I really felt I had no one to turn to and just so abandoned. I can't think of any other word than abandonment. Seriously, imagine yourself being the only person in the entire world with nothing to surround you. Absolutely nothing and nobody. A black hole inside and out of you. That is how I felt.
And then I called my sister and then I really cried. I cried so hard and loud that if I had died from crying my spirit would've lingered and scared away anyone who tried to move into that apartment. That was the strength of my sorrow at that moment. Even though her words weren't the most comforting it was the fact that she was there to answer the phone when I called. That she wanted to say something comforting. That she came and spent the night with me that evening so I wouldn't feel alone anymore. Again, I'm getting tears just thinking about it.
All those factors made me realize that even though I wasn't getting the exact comfort that I had hoped for I was still getting it. I still had people in my life to love me and for me to love back. In fact, a little person would be arriving in three months to fill my life with laughter, hugs, kisses, farts, stomach butterflies and make your heart melt smiles. And in the meantime I could feel him hiccup and kick inside of me.
So I wasn't really alone and never am.
I've had a few really low points in my life and by low I mean completely selfish metldowns that happened because I wasn't being honest with myself. Though one meltdown was due to the feeling of complete and utter abandonment.
My first horrible meltdown was in a car ride to a friend's birthday celebration. I was screaming at my boyfriend at the time, we'll call him.....Mr. Perfect (because he was the perfect boyfriend...seriously) because I felt that he should've stuck up for me...when really he shouldn't have. I was being a complete ass and deserved to get my ass ripped in two by the guy who did so. In fact, I was a complete ass my first two years of college. But I had had it. I screamed like seriously screamed. Not just nagging screams but complete crazy girl screams at her innocent boyfriend who wasn't at all in the wrong. How to lose a guy in 10 days (after two years of dating)? Scream at him for nothing.
Another meltdown was the first few nights the Bambino and I were home from the hospital. That crying. The stressful sounds consumed my mind to the point that all I could do was scream and cry back. Why was my baby crying? I'm doing all that I can! When all I really had to do was realize that this was a HUGE change in my life and that I would just have to go with the flow. I also had to realize that sleep just wasn't part of the parenting/newborn agenda. After that I was cool as a clam.
The worst meltdown was when I was pregnant with the Bambino. I had just moved into my new apartment in Salem, Mass. I hadn't met my new neighbors yet though my sister lived in the same town and I had a coworker who lived just down the street. Though I put on a happy face during my pregnancy and tried to act as though I felt supported and loved - deep down inside I didn't. I felt so alone and abandoned. The majority of my top people lived in Washington state and another in Chicago and well the Bambino's father had had enough of me. Though I had my sister nearby she was either working or being a young college girl...totally understandable. I just didn't really feel like I could reach out to her. My coworker is married and well - didn't feel like interrupting their married life. My cousin has a family and very busy life and did everyting she could for mea lready. So it was just me and the little man inside of me.
Anyway, one day I decided to go for a walk and pick up a few things I needed for the apartment. I decided to leave my phone at home since I wasn't going to be out long and go out the back door thinking I had my front door unlocked. After I ran my errands I came back home only to find that I had left the door handle unlocked but kept the chain locked inside of the door. My back door was of course locked too.
I tried to see if I could unlock the chain from the outside but of course I couldn't get the door open wide enough to reach.
Then I searched my bag for my phone but I had left it inside the house thinking I wouldn't need it.
My neighbors weren't home so I couldn't ask them for help. I couldn't call my sister to help me out. My coworker and his wife weren't at home.
Fuck. I'm fucked. How the fuck am I going to get into my apartment? I have nobody. Nobody is here to help me. Where the fuck is my baby's father to help me on this? Where the fuck are my friends and family? I need them here.
What am I supposed to do now?
And then I saw a truck parked on the side of the street with a toolbox in the back and a man walking towards the truck. So I walked up to him and asked if I could borrow a screwdriver so I could unlock myself out of my apartment. He was nice enough to do the work for me. I kept my cool and thanked him for his help.
Then I got inside, fell to the floor and just cried. I feel like crying now just thinking back on that moment. That moment when I really felt I had no one to turn to and just so abandoned. I can't think of any other word than abandonment. Seriously, imagine yourself being the only person in the entire world with nothing to surround you. Absolutely nothing and nobody. A black hole inside and out of you. That is how I felt.
And then I called my sister and then I really cried. I cried so hard and loud that if I had died from crying my spirit would've lingered and scared away anyone who tried to move into that apartment. That was the strength of my sorrow at that moment. Even though her words weren't the most comforting it was the fact that she was there to answer the phone when I called. That she wanted to say something comforting. That she came and spent the night with me that evening so I wouldn't feel alone anymore. Again, I'm getting tears just thinking about it.
All those factors made me realize that even though I wasn't getting the exact comfort that I had hoped for I was still getting it. I still had people in my life to love me and for me to love back. In fact, a little person would be arriving in three months to fill my life with laughter, hugs, kisses, farts, stomach butterflies and make your heart melt smiles. And in the meantime I could feel him hiccup and kick inside of me.
So I wasn't really alone and never am.
October 6, 2009
Texting is Evil!
Texting is one of the worst things that people do in this world.
Seriously, I cannot stand text messages! Ask my old coworkers about my, "Do not text me unless if you're dying" rule.
It's an insane thing to do in my opinion. I'm an old fashioned pick up the phone and speak kind of gal.
The only instance that I do text is when I was going into labor and wanted to let my people know at once without having to dial, pickup, and speak to 5 different people. I've got other things on my mind!
I remember Tattoo Man texted me all the time! Texted me when we would meet up and where. Texted me that he wanted to kiss me. Blah blah blah. Really? Isn't there a better way to tell a gal that you want to peck her on the lips? Oh yeah that's CALLING! Not texting. Sorry to do a little lashing at you Tattoo Man.
Don't even get me started in SEXTING! Oh yeah that's a great way to arouse me. What a joke.
And then there's the folks who text you long ass messages taking up 2 messages in my inbox making me pay $0.04 more on my phone bill. I mean hello people single mom I only want to pay X amount of dollars on my phone bill thanks.
Or the people that send me text after text after text in a 5 minute span! We could've had a live, speaking conversation that would've only taken 1 minute and way less thumb usage.
Oh and the texts from my phone company thanking me that I paid. Yeah, why don't you just thank me online when I pay my bill online and leave it at that - it's free online! Stop trying to steal more of my hard earned single mama money - corporate a_ _holes!
The worst are the people sitting next to me and texting me. [Dude, this movie's boring let's bail.] Of course I don't get the text until AFTER the movie and the person who went to the movie is all pissy with me because I didn't answer their text. DUDE! I'm sitting right next to you - whisper in my ear! Did you somehow lose your voice in the span of two hours. Two hours where we didn't speak to each other at all. Two hours of you in no way using your vocal chords. Seriously, what's wrong with you? This is why I go to the movies by myself.
I hate texting.
I enjoy real conversations over the phone but I favor conversations in person more.
So for those of who have my number - I'm going back to my old rule but adjusting it a little.
ONLY TEXT ME WHEN YOU'RE DEAD.
(Image from HelleM at iStockphoto)
Our 1st Mama & Bambino day since we moved here...
Guess where we went! The Honolulu Zoo!!! Growing up my dad used to take me to the San Diego Zoo almost every weekend. Or at least it felt like that because we went...A LOT! It's a huge zoo - you've gotta go in trips or else you might miss something.
Anyway, when I was thinking of places to go and things to do for our day together I had a hard time justifying to just going to the beach. We go to the beach ALL THE TIME! Even though I had bought the Bambino a floatie for the lagoons at Ko'olina I wanted to do something different. Something more special than just going to the beach. So my friend Amber's husband suggested that we go to the zoo, they had gone the weekend before and loved it.
The great thing about the Honolulu Zoo is that it's family and budget friendly when it comes to admissions prices. Just $6 for Kama'aina (Hawai'i residents) and well free for the little man of course. Oh and mom guess what! The flamingoes greeted us as we walked into the zoo, so you were right they were there but flamingoes also greet zoo visitors at the San Diego one.
Anyway, the first animal we saw were the elephants! My favorite animal in the entire world! They are such beautiful creatures and I plan on riding one someday. The Bambino didn't do much but stare at them - he wasn't too impressed...yet! I took some photos and as I was doing so one of the elephants came walking straight towards me. My heart raced and my insides were filling up with glee because I felt as though that elephant was coming over to say "Hi!" to me. Because I'm that special.
After the elephants (we probably stood there for about 10 minutes because I love them that much) we walked around and looked at the many animals on display. It's bittersweet for me when I go to the zoo. I love looking at all of the animals but I also feel so sad for them. They're not in their natural environment and I can only imagine what they go through on their travels to here. But I won't get too into how I really feel about the zoo.
After the elephants (we probably stood there for about 10 minutes because I love them that much) we walked around and looked at the many animals on display. It's bittersweet for me when I go to the zoo. I love looking at all of the animals but I also feel so sad for them. They're not in their natural environment and I can only imagine what they go through on their travels to here. But I won't get too into how I really feel about the zoo.To see more photos click HERE. Forewarning you that they're raw images.
After some walking the Bambino "ran" around the playground - thank goodness for that playground! There was a little tunnel that I let him go in but some little girl knocked him over, I was more upset over than he was. Actually, I gave her the evil eye for knocking down my son. Yep, that's the kind of mama I am - the overprotective playground mama that will shoot an evil glare nickety split if anyone harms my baby boy. Not ashamed of it either. Anysnooze - the little guy did great trying to walk around and climbing on things. He was fond of this little aligator/crocodile thing:
He's not mad, just really excited about this toy thing.
See how excited he is? He's showin' the teeth! I love it when he makes this expression. Some kid was trying to walk on it when the Bambino was playing on it and I shot that kid the, "Don't you know we OWN this thing right now? Come back tomorrow kid," look. Then the kid gave me the, "Ummm...I'm just a kid. Let me walk on it lady or I'll scream bloddy murder," look. Then the Bambino looked up, smiled at the kid, and politely (and slowly) got off the toy to share with the kid. The Bambino is awesome - way more mature than his mama.
You wanna walk on this? Ok let's share!
Sharing is caring mama! After the playground I figured we should go to the Keiki Zoo so that the Bambino could look at animals without being held or from the stroller.
He just loooooooooooved being there. We stopped to look at the goats first and oh my goodness did he love those goats! Which is special for me since we call Popi the Old Goat. So it was like he was excited about seeing his Popi! How special is that?! Anyway I thought about letting him touch the animals but I just couldn't bring myself to it but he still enjoyed looking at all of the animals. He liked looking at them so much that he threw a tantrum everytime I picked him to take him to the next spot of animals. He threw a HUGE hissy fit when we left the goats - I think it's because he really loves his Popi.
Though he enjoyed those furry and feathery creatures he loved the little aquarium in the middle of the Keiki zoo. In fact he squealed, squeaked, clapped, and sealed his face on the glass. This was my favorite part of the whole day. I'd never seen him so excited about anything until the fish.
The fish were just as big as he is! It was insane! I loved it. He loved it. I loved that he loved it. He went from one end to the other as fast as he could. You should've seen him scootin' along the glass. It was a sight. Since he was getting such a kick out of the fish we stayed there for a good 15 minutes. I wasn't about to cut short his pure excitement and enjoyment.
But then I saw the look. The I'm getting tired but really hungry look. So we bought some lunch for $12...that's where they get you! Is at the concession stands! But since I forgot to pack the little guy a good lunch I bought him some fruit and pasta salad. Which he wasn't digging -well he enjoyed the fruit but the past must've had a disagreeable texture for him because he spat it out like a rocket. I could've been upset about it getting all over my clothes but the fact that he was able to spit out something that fast was more impressive than upsetting.
After the lunch we headed out which was perfect because he was getting really restless and fussy so I gave him his bottle, packed up everything, strolled off and he was out.
It was a perfect mama and Bambino day.
October 5, 2009
Guess what happened while I was talking to my mom on the phone...
Seriously.
Guess.
And watch! No admire. No awwwwwwwwwwwe!
Oh and sorry but I was flipping out too so you may want to lower your volume.
Guess.
And watch! No admire. No awwwwwwwwwwwe!
Oh and sorry but I was flipping out too so you may want to lower your volume.
October 2, 2009
Weekend sign off
This weekend I plan to do some hefty cleaning around the house - that's Saturday. On Sunday I plan on just having a Bambino & Mama day since we never really get to have those.
I'm packing us a small cooler of treats and necessities and hittin' the road.
The decision came from realizing that we spend everyday and weekend with people. We never have a day for just us - to bond and get to know each other. Sure we have the hours before he goes to bed at night and those moments in the morning when we wake up but I'd like for us to have a day. Just one day. Like in Boston - we would just walked around town or sit at home and snuggle. Hopefully I'll get a chance to take some new photos and clog up this space with pictures galore!!!
So I plan on doing that Sunday. Drive to a spot on the island and stay there for as long as the Bambino can handle. Of course the spot will be a beach but which beach, we don't know yet. Perhaps the lagoons of Ko'olina or the waves near Chinaman's Hat. It's all in the wind.
All I know is that I need to get that house clean (I'm enlisting my brother...I don't think he knows it yet) and get out of the house with just me & the little man.
I'm packing us a small cooler of treats and necessities and hittin' the road.
The decision came from realizing that we spend everyday and weekend with people. We never have a day for just us - to bond and get to know each other. Sure we have the hours before he goes to bed at night and those moments in the morning when we wake up but I'd like for us to have a day. Just one day. Like in Boston - we would just walked around town or sit at home and snuggle. Hopefully I'll get a chance to take some new photos and clog up this space with pictures galore!!!
So I plan on doing that Sunday. Drive to a spot on the island and stay there for as long as the Bambino can handle. Of course the spot will be a beach but which beach, we don't know yet. Perhaps the lagoons of Ko'olina or the waves near Chinaman's Hat. It's all in the wind.
All I know is that I need to get that house clean (I'm enlisting my brother...I don't think he knows it yet) and get out of the house with just me & the little man.
What are you doing this weekend?
October 1, 2009
Dating Mission #1 - Date Thy Self
When I was simply a single gal I used to pride on outings with my best friend, myself.While I lived in Norway I would take off and get lost in the city - it was the best way to discover the little nooks and crannies of a new place. It was also a great way to meet the local people and just dive into the culture. I loved it.
During my time in Philadelphia I would take off to a different town in Pennsylvania every weekend or go shopping (no wonder I couldn't save any money). I would discover towns like Manayunk, Chestnut Hill, and other little towns that I can't remember the names of. Or I would go to the city to walk around the museum or go to a concert. OR I would go to a movie...by myself!
Then when I moved to Boston I did the same thing - I'd go to the city or the small towns of
Massachusetts. Go to a concert or sip coffee in a cafe or skim books in independent bookstores or spoke with strangers - I just explored.I went on dates with myself and I loved it. Seriously! Not in a, "I'm going to end up alone for the rest of my life kind of way," but more of a, "I love going anywhere whenever I want and seeing what I desired on my own time," kind of a way. My independence is very important to me.
My me time is vital.
The thing is ever since I gave birth to the Bambino I haven't really had any ME time and I've been fine with that. I loved that I spent this year getting to my son; bond with him. He is and always will be my universe.
But.
Mama needs to take herself on a date if she's really going to start dating men again.
So perhaps tomorrow evening I'll take myself to the first Friday where all of the galleries are open or Saturday evening I'll treat myself to an evening movie after all of the cleaning. Not sure but I am sure that I need to get out on my own. Catch my bearings before I agree to any dates or even think about dating really.Actually come to think of it I'm babysitting this weekend - so maybe a quick matinee after cleaning on Saturday? Or a Monday night date night with me, myself, and I?
Ugh, I'm in no hurry.
To see the kind of adventures I used to take please visit my old photography sites:
Webshots - usernames: Wildwahine21, soccerbabe_21, beachprincess21 <--Can you guess what is my favorite number?
(Images - Order by Appearance: Me @ The Taj in Boston, my birthday outing to Rockport...by myself, and the Interpol concert in 2007. Images are licensed to Restless Mama only.)
This is my 200th post!!!
I thought this was a cute little helmet - perhaps the Bambino could be a Wild Thing?So for my 200th post (I feel like I should have a glass of champagne and a yummy plate of sushi by my side) I am dedicating it to the search for the perfect Halloween costume for the Bambino.
Last year since he was basically a newborn I just dressed him up in the beanie (Boo!) and booties (cute Skulls) that his Aunty Liz bought for him and a white & black outfit. He was pretty close to a baby skeleton but not quite there.
This year I'd like to get him a proper costume but am not quite sure what I'd like to have him fall victim to: monkey? aviator? rock star?
So that's where you lovely people of the internet, friends & family come in.
Please help me decide.
Cast your vote above but keep in mind that we do live in a tropical area, the Bambino is just now learning how to walk, and my single mama budget.
So far I've checked out Etsy which usually pulls through for me but it's a no-go so far. I've googled a few costume sites: In Fashion Kids, Just Kids Costumes, and Babies R Us (gross!). I think my next step is to find some on Amazon.com, E-bay, Craigslist, consignment shops, and the list could go on.
Though it would be fun to buy the little man an outfit I'm also realistic about him wearing it only once so I'm not afraid to recycle his clothes and accessorize to make it into a bonafide Halloween costume.
Anyway, vote away and have fun with it! I know I will.
(Image from Glitzconceptshop at Etsy)
October - The stuff you wouldn't want your parents to read...month
Some of you may know that October is not only the month to celebrate the fun dress up holiday of Halloween but also the month where people get to enjoy the "O" factor.
Now, I won't be talking about my sex life this month because I'd like for my parents to continue reading this blog because I'll still have updates about the Bambino. BUT I will be writing about my dating life or my soon-to-be dating life or perhaps lack there of.
The great thing is I won't be doing this alone. My new internet buddy, Melysa of Melysa Speaks, will be joining me on this......discovery of dating as a single mama. So we'll be tag teaming but in a healthy and non-sexual way. Well, I can't speak for her. Anyway, she's a brave soul.
One MAJOR important thing to remember is that my posts this month will not be anything like Sex and the City because a) I won't be writing about my sex life, b) I don't live in the city, and c) I'm not some curly haired, uptight, man-hating, promiscuous woman confused about why he won't call me or kiss me. NONE of that will be happening on this blog.
Why? Because I don't have time to mess around with men who don't want me because I have a son. I may not have time to date often because I have a son. I will not throw myself to any man because I have a son. I don't want to spread my legs open for any man because I have a son. I have to be careful, thoughtful, and somehow open minded about dating a single mama because I have a son. Seriously, I have to be a realist when it comes to dating because I have a son.
Catch my drift?
Having the Bambino isn't the only reason that I won't go SATC on here - it's mostly because I actually love myself. I have to if I'm going to be any kind of decent mother to the Bambino. So it's because I love myself that I'm going to start dating again. Since I love myself I will only be available to a man who is available to me and the Bambino. When the Bambino's father asked me, "What are you going to do about dating? It's going to be hard finding a man who will want a single mother." My immediate response was, "I don't want to date a man who cannot see himself with me." That is because I love myself.
But don't think I'm not realistic about myself - I have my faults and I'm learning and growing everyday. I still have poundage to lose and it's not because I'm insecure or feel fat - it's the cold hard truth. I need to gain some financial independence so that I can feel like a complete provider and mother to the Bambino. Until then I don't think I can really be a sufficient enough romantic partner. I've got a lot to work on but I still think I'm pretty effin' fabulous. So that's why I think it's time to at least getting my foot into the door of the dating world.
Also photos and the man's information will not appear on this blog - I think anonymity should be upheld for whoever decides to take a chance with me.
So again why in the month of October? Well, October is the Orgasm month because many people make their "O" faces when they climax and since October is an "O" month - well there ya go.
I'd say wish me luck but that seems silly so have fun mocking me at my dating attempts! Because I will but in a nice way.
Now, I won't be talking about my sex life this month because I'd like for my parents to continue reading this blog because I'll still have updates about the Bambino. BUT I will be writing about my dating life or my soon-to-be dating life or perhaps lack there of.
The great thing is I won't be doing this alone. My new internet buddy, Melysa of Melysa Speaks, will be joining me on this......discovery of dating as a single mama. So we'll be tag teaming but in a healthy and non-sexual way. Well, I can't speak for her. Anyway, she's a brave soul.
One MAJOR important thing to remember is that my posts this month will not be anything like Sex and the City because a) I won't be writing about my sex life, b) I don't live in the city, and c) I'm not some curly haired, uptight, man-hating, promiscuous woman confused about why he won't call me or kiss me. NONE of that will be happening on this blog.
Why? Because I don't have time to mess around with men who don't want me because I have a son. I may not have time to date often because I have a son. I will not throw myself to any man because I have a son. I don't want to spread my legs open for any man because I have a son. I have to be careful, thoughtful, and somehow open minded about dating a single mama because I have a son. Seriously, I have to be a realist when it comes to dating because I have a son.
Catch my drift?
Having the Bambino isn't the only reason that I won't go SATC on here - it's mostly because I actually love myself. I have to if I'm going to be any kind of decent mother to the Bambino. So it's because I love myself that I'm going to start dating again. Since I love myself I will only be available to a man who is available to me and the Bambino. When the Bambino's father asked me, "What are you going to do about dating? It's going to be hard finding a man who will want a single mother." My immediate response was, "I don't want to date a man who cannot see himself with me." That is because I love myself.
But don't think I'm not realistic about myself - I have my faults and I'm learning and growing everyday. I still have poundage to lose and it's not because I'm insecure or feel fat - it's the cold hard truth. I need to gain some financial independence so that I can feel like a complete provider and mother to the Bambino. Until then I don't think I can really be a sufficient enough romantic partner. I've got a lot to work on but I still think I'm pretty effin' fabulous. So that's why I think it's time to at least getting my foot into the door of the dating world.
Also photos and the man's information will not appear on this blog - I think anonymity should be upheld for whoever decides to take a chance with me.
So again why in the month of October? Well, October is the Orgasm month because many people make their "O" faces when they climax and since October is an "O" month - well there ya go.
I'd say wish me luck but that seems silly so have fun mocking me at my dating attempts! Because I will but in a nice way.
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