Just Be a Kid
Aug 31, 2009 Current Events, Etc., Friendship, I WIN!, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Plunges, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions
I hate feeling uneasy. It seems as I get older, things physically affect me more than they used to. I used to just be all like “FUCK YOUR FACE!” and move on. Never ever looking back in a bitches general direction.
This got me talking to my good friend Heather. We were talking about how when we were younger, life was so much less stressful. How it would be so nice to just be a kid again. To fully enjoy summers out of school. To have these (sometimes) day long crushes and feel as if your world would stop right there if that crush brushed past you in the halls at school.
I think that it would be healthy to just be a kid every once in awhile. Once a month maybe? One day a month where there are no conference calls or online bill payments due. No grocery shopping. Not a single towel folded. Eating PB&J’s with cut up apples or maybe a box of raisins. Or, if it is cold … grilled cheese and soup, and you know that there absolutely NEEDS to be some slurping when it is being eaten.
Milk mustaches are a MUST on this day.
When I am just a kid, on MY specified day… I am going to do a plethora of things. (Maybe not all on one day… but at least SOME of them)
- Fingerpaint. AND I am going to get some on the table.
- Ask random people why multiple times about multiple things.
- Eat the biggest ice cream cone for breakfast, and get it ALL over my face.
- Spend all day at the park. Swinging and sliding and playing tag with the other kids.
- Color outside of the lines.
- SING. I am gonna sing as loud as I can and, because I am a kid for that day … I am not gonna care who hears. Because I sound good to ME.
- Not match my clothes.
- Hopscotch.
- Jump into the balls at McDonalds. AFTER MY MCNUGGET HAPPY MEAL. (bitch dont touch my toy while I’m gone either.)
- Double dutch.
- Dance the shit out of some Kids Bop. Heh. (I just wanted to say Kids Bop)
- Get in for free or discounted at the following places: Zoo, Fair, Aquarium, Movies, FunPlex
- Eat free @ all the “Kids Eat Free” places.
- Play dress up. And makeup.
- Write notes to my friends. With check boxes and everything.
- Play M.A.S.H.
- Have sleepovers.
- Lick the spoon. (shit I may or may not already fucking do this.)
- Giggle. Uncontrollably. (The kid giggle)
Are you interested in being a kid for a day? One day a month?
What would YOU do if you were a kid for a day?
Tags: giggle, got milk, ice cream, kid, mash, park, play, sleepover
Not Cool.
Aug 24, 2009 All Things X, Friendship, Parenting, Random, The Tarably Wicked Show
I didn’t forget about the contest. 
David with 11 votes was our winner, with Moog in at a close second with 9 votes. Each of you win a signed copy of Submissive Confessions .
For the rest of you lovely people who took the time to enter the contest, I am offering you $5 off your purchase of a copy of SC. You will need to paypal the $10.00 plus shipping ($6.53) to me via my paypal (wicked_game206@hotmail.com) and I will order it, and have it sent to me for signing. I will then send it to the address you email to me.
That is, if you want to purchase it. 
Moving forward.
We have a new addition to PQNation. You need to read her blogs. Period. She is Just A Girl, after all.
You know what is not cool? Sending someone a text message regarding a personal intimate situation. Confuzzled? Let me explain.
1) Sending condolences when you haven’t talked to a person in MONTHS. <-- not cool.
2) Breaking off a relationship of any kind over a text message. <-- NOT cool.
Also:
3) Not reciprocating when your friend reaches out in desperate need. <-- not cool
4) Lying. For most reasons (with the exception of to bill collectors and telemarketers) <-- not cool.
5) Being a Debbie Downer. <-- Not cool
6) Being a hater. For ANY REASON. <-- not cool.
7) Not telling a person how you feel, instead… ignoring them. <-- not cool.
Holding out the pussy. To prove a point. <-- not cool.
9) Being friends with douchebags. <-- not fucking cool.
Also: Just Now:
THUMP BOOM CRASH
Xavier (from upstairs in his room) “FUUUUUUUUUCK”
Tarable: “Was that just Xavier?”
Me: “I think he fell out of bed.”
Tarable: “He totally just yelled FUCK.”
Me: “I am not even mad at him.”
Xavier: (in bed) “Zzzzzzzzz.”
What do YOU think is NOT cool?
Also, FUCK A TRIBE CALLED JOY! (wait. did I say that out loud?)
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
