Born to Inspire
Aug 4, 2009 All Things Charli, Creative Writing/Poetry, Family, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, bitch
Happy Hump Day!
DC Princess AKA Q AKA Numbah 1 AKA Sistah from anotha mistah has a pretty kick ass contest/giveaway going on over on her blog. All you have to do is click the link, read, and finish the sentence: Born to ______. She will take care of the rest. (You should follow her on Networked Blogs too. Just saying)
The title to today’s blog is what my answer was. Reading a lot of the other answers, I felt kinda cheated. I think that Q is seeking thoughtful answers. Answers that come from the persons heart. To speak to who they are individually. If I was her, I would be.
My answer is true to me. I enjoy motivating other people to do good. Be it good for themselves, or good for others.
The other day I was talking to a co-worker about my progress with South Beach. She has been looking to make a change, but wasnt sure how or if it would work for her and in her lifestyle. The thing that she worried about, I worried about: How will my family work around my dieting. When we talked about how D and the kids simply add a starch to the same meal I enjoy… and I have extra veggies, I think she was sold. I linked her… and off she went.
Another friend mentioned that my (yes I know FINALLY) publishing Submissive Confessions *cough*haveyouboughtyoursyet*cough* inspired her thinking. She might pull some of her work together and also self-publish. This makes me super duper happy.
And then, I think I helped another friend figure out what she wanted to do for her blog layout. She was experience creative blockage. That sucks more than anything… to want so badly to be creative, but be completely stuck in a rut.
Not that I am blowing smoke up my own ass or anything, which I often do I know… but it just feels really good to help people feel good about themselves. In whatever way I can. Inspiration = happiness. At least for me anyway.
In other news, Charli is the biggest brat on the planet. I am not sure if I have ever seen such a bratty display of the terrible 2’s ever. I desperately need to get her into a playgroup. She needs to learn to share. She beats and bosses the hell out of her brother, and I am not sure that it is a healthy learning progression for her. She knows that she can tell him what to do and get her way. In another environment, I think that it will be a different dynamic.
On a good note, she pooped on the potty the other day. We cheered, did the “Charli pooped on the potty dance and high 5″ and went about our business.
From then on though, she hasn’t. Whenever I ask… no matter if she has to/has gone/needs to go… the answer is always “NO” when I ask about the poop. She will tell D and X the truth, right in front of my face. But when I ask, in the same moment of a “YES” to her daddy… I get a “NO MOMMY!”
WTF?!
Speaking of business, the naked cunt-whore coffee stand that I putmyfootdownbutDstillgoestoseeanyway so the foot down was not effective at all… has a new slut. Today, she was wearing skull and crossbones pasties. Even the most avid pirate lovers should see the tacky in this display.
D: “Mia–”
Me: “does she really need to have a name? Cant you just use dumbnakedcoffeewhore? A name associated makes me want to punch you in your junk”
D: “Sorry. dumbnakedcoffeewhore was wearing skull and crossbones pasties.”
Me: “Defamation of pirate character. Did you say “Arrrrrrrgh” to her?”
D: “uhh no. But she totally put my change in her thong and stuck her ass out the window so I could … uhm … retrieve it.”
Me: Blink Blink.
D: (cracking up.)
Me: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”
D: (dying)
Me: “Guess who is going to be a good wife and get you coffee tomorrow?”
D: “You are so cute when you are protective.”
Me: “If by protective you mean punch her in her ass when she hands me my change back normally tomorrow.”
D: “what?.”
Me: “I better get my change returned to me in the exact same way as you did.”
D: “What do you mean?”
Me: “The change receipt procedure should be the exact same for all customers.”
D: “She isnt gonna do it.”
Me: “I know she isnt. Wait til you see the look on her face when I ask her why you received it out of her ass crack, and I am stuck with hand to hand contact.”
D: “You wont.”
Me: “Bet.”
To be continued…
Finish the sentence! “Born to ______” (tell me AND Q)
Also…….. What was your favorite saturday morning cartoon growing up?
Tags: barista, born to smile, coffee, gap jeans, inspiration, kid, mommy, potty training, terrible 2
“Where There is Love… I’ll Be There”
Jun 25, 2009 Current Events, I Forgot to Tag, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Today is a sad day. (Or yesterday if you are in another place on the globe… or reading this on Friday)
I am heartbroken. Like, my heart hurts in my chest right now.
I have something important to say. I need to get it out. Sooo… If you don’t like it, then don’t ever in your life come back here again.
It is tacky and tasteless to talk shit about a person after they die. Especially when that person changed a good portion of my generations lives at one point or another. Especially less than 6 hours after they pass away. Especially when that person obviously had some sort of psychological issues related to the fact that he lived in a fishbowl from as far back as he could remember.
I get that many people dislike his eccentric and questionably inappropriate behaviors. I truly do. In fact, when all of the accusations came to light, I was angry. I had a hard time listening to his music with the same level of respect as before. Lets be real. I told jokes and talked shit. It took me a long time to really get past whatever I thought he may have done. I was more in disbelief than I could ever put into blog form because for all of my life for as far back as I can remember…
I idolized this man. I loved him. His music, his music, his music. His dance. His imagination in his videos. His talent. His heart.
I danced the Thriller dance. Like a pro. Billie Jean was most definitely not my lover. I Rocked with MJ all night. I didn’t stop til’ I got Enough. I told every one I knew to Beat It as often as it was applicable, and sometimes even when it wasn’t. I PYT’d on a regular basis. I checked with the (wo)Man in the Mirror. I mastered the moonwalk … and when the time came to hold hands with my neighbor … I did and sang every last word of We Are the World.
It is not funny to make jokes right now. It just isn’t. Like it or not, Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. He spent decades entertaining us. Inspiring us. Making us laugh. And love. And sing. And most of all … dance.
His music has a way of making you happy. I can’t think of one single MJ song that I don’t turn up as loud as I can when I hear it. (Okay maybe just a couple) But you get my point. When I work out, I always start my run with PYT. That song can take me from meltdown moment to a whole new me just by hearing it. Ask any one of my girls that were in Nashville.
PYT is MY song. So is Dirty Diana. Heal the World. Black or White. Remember the Time. Blah. How do I even begin to list them all?!
I am not a bandwagon riding, renewed fan who is all of a sudden all MJ all the time because he passed. I have always been a fan of MJ. Even after the jokes and the odd things he did. Even after the court settlement. Even after he named his kid Blanket. (I mean, REALLY?! who names their kid that?!) I have honestly grown to feel sorry for him. Not like ‘awwwww’ feeling sorry. Because that is not even close to it. I just couldn’t imagine a life like that. I have no idea what it would have felt like to put a pair of his shoes on. I couldn’t imagine living in the kind of fishbowl he had spent his whole life living in.
What I do know is that Micheal Jackson having everything anyone could have ever possibly dreamed of wanting is real life proof that it doesn’t buy happiness.
So do me a favor. Please. Don’t bother leaving your negative ass opinion. Or your sick joke.
Instead, close your eyes and try to think of at least one moment in your life where one of his songs made you happy. Where it gave you that pep in your step. Where you grabbed a hairbrush and sang “Don’t stop til you get enough” as if you were him. In concert. Hold that memory with you. Right next to your heart.
Because above all, beyond anything, all he ever wanted was to give you that.
If you feel like it, share your favorite MJ song/video… and if it has a memory attached… I would love to hear it.
Tags: death, inspiration, joke, love, michael jackeson, music
Tired and Inspired.
Dec 4, 2008 Friendship, Random, Relationships, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions
Have you ever experienced a moment in time that gave you the uplift that you so needed?
It is crazy how the universe works. I never once talked about this unexplainable need to connect. I am lying. I guess what I am meaning to say is that I never said the words: “I need my soul sisters to band together with me and change lives by unconditionally loving as many people as we possibly can.”
It is coming. I can feel the turbulence. Tonight it is buzzing gently across this country. Top to bottom, WE ARE. I am positive that if one of my sisters is laying in bed as I am typing this entry in my life… She is thinking and imagining and believing in what can be. What will be.
Are you confused yet? LMAO. 
That is okay. You will get it sooner than you think. I suggest you hop on board sooner than later. Be a part of it. Do not for a second deny the inevitable. Visit A Tribe Called Joy. Add us to your friends list. And sit back and watch the magic. The magic of a handful of amazing women with even more spectacular gifts band together to create something bigger than you or me or each other.
As this week rounds to an end, so does Fall Quarter. And, (fuckalready?) 2008. I am tired. I am conflicted. I am grateful and hopeful and wishful… and blessed. I am inspired. I am sitting with some guilt and shame. I need to go to an alanon meeting sooner than later. I need a hug from Tara. A big one. And my Tribe. Even the ones I have yet to share air with. I need Charli to give me a fucking break. I need Xavier to stop lying. I need to appreciate D more. I need to appreciate ME more.
You know what though? This place right here gives me an outlet to be me, and you all are so accepting of who I am. I am pretty sure that this blog or any blog that I ever could draft up could never say how happy I am to banter with all of you every single day.
Thank you. 
What are you stewing on as the week and the year comes to a close?
If you picked me for a Secret Santa event, and the limit to spend was $50 what would you get me?
What is one thing on your Christmas list… (even if you dont think you will ever get it in this lifetime.)
Have you ever had passionate sex under the Christmas Tree?
This last question is one that I am really asking for advice on: If someone told you something that you morally could not keep a secret, would you tell the appropriate person without letting them know you did, or would you confront that person and tell them that you were unable to keep their trust?
Tags: A Tribe Called Joy, christmas, end of year, grateful, inspiration, santa, Sex, soul sisters
Lost: Inspiration/Found: It and More
Nov 3, 2008 Thoughts and Perceptions
Something happened to me yesterday. Something major. I opened up my unfinished novel, after almost 3 months of not even attempting to finish it and I began to write. I didn’t stop until it was finished.
I have an idea of where the inspiration came from, but I am not sure if it is truth or not… But I watched the entire first season of Californication on Saturday. If you haven’t ever seen it… I absolutely recommend you check it out.
David Duchovny is cast as a cynical prick of a Novelist who is suffering from extreme writers block since his split from his long time girlfriend-slash-babiesmomma. She was his inspiration. At the end, after many episodes of assholish, alcohol induced disfunction, he is able to write again. Granted, his end product had a great deal to do with true-to-life events, but that doesn’t change the fact that he found his inspiration.
He found his inspiration. Seeing him find it (I think) caused me to find mine again.
It feels really good to have accomplished this. I know that most of you who read here that have come from myspace… know of this story. You have waited forever, so my accomplishment means that you get to see it through to fruition… and you get your (infamously referred to) ‘fix’… but for me it is more than that. As much as I am happy to share it, I wrote it for me. Myspace and blogging in general brought the writer out of me. I knew it was there all along, but now it is tangible.
151 pages tangible.
I am so proud of myself. Even if the world never accepts me and my writing, it is mine. I started it, owned it, and finished it. Me. Mine. No one can take that from me.
That is all I have for today.
Do you have anything that you have accomplished that has made you feel this way?
Please share it with me.
Tags: blogging, Californication, David Duchovny, inspiration, myspace, novel, pride, Submissive Confessions, writer, writing
