Happy Mother’s Day

Dear Diary,

 

Today is Mother’s Day and it’s the first time since I’ve become a mom that I celebrated it. On June 16^th I will have been a mom for 7 years and on May 1^st I’ve been without mine for 10 years. My first experience with death was my mother’s and her passing affected me greatly. I wasn’t the best of daughter’s, I wasn’t the worst, but I’m definitely close. Majority of my life, when she was alive, we were at odds; I did and said things that “I’m sorry” can’t repair or erase. Before my mother died we mended the gap between us but I will forever live with the fact that I didn’t use the time I had with her wisely. This is just one of many reasons why I haven’t celebrated Mother’s Day; until today.
I woke up this morning feeling like it was just another day until my 6 year old walked into my room with a tiny bouquet of roses.

She also made me the cutest flower in a tiny pot with her picture in the center of the flower. As I got ready to meet my friends for brunch a rush of emotions started to take over. I thought about my life and how good it is right now. I thought about how great it would be to be able to bring my mom with me to brunch and how much fun we would have. Since I was running late I pushed aside the tears and headed downtown. I worried I would feel out of place or uncomfortable or even an emotional wreck sitting among my friends and their multiple generations of their families. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I mean yeah in the back of mind I wished my mom was there but I really enjoyed myself. After brunch I headed home grabbed my little girl and went to the movies for mommy daughter time. I’m glad I waited to celebrate Mother’s Day, today was absolutely perfect!

 

To all the daughters in the world, remember you and your mom won’t always get along. You won’t always agree or see things from the same set of rose colored glasses. You will have good days and you will have bad ones. Try to remember that your mother gave your life, if it were not for her you would not be here today living and breathing. To you she may be annoying or a nag, she may not be cool, in your eyes, or technically inclined with the latest handheld gadget. But she is your mom, the one who loves you the most unconditionally. She was there when you were hungry, took your first step. She was there when you were sick, when you were happy and when you were sad. Love her, cherish her, and always remind her of how much you love her because one day you will have to live your life without her.

To all the mommies in the world happy mother’s day, you’re under appreciated yet loved infinitely.

 

REALChick Tips #110

Girl on Foot F You too

Road Rage 101 -

*Disclaimer* No one was harmed in the making of this incident/post; this is merely for advice purposes of what NOT to do…

Dear Diary,

Everyday I wake up and repeat the same routine: I get up, get ready, go to work, sit in traffic, work my ass off, go home, sit in traffic, eat, sleep, drink, shit, shower, shave, and what ever else I can cram into the 18 hours that I am awake. Obviously each day has its variations, level of intensity, excitement, stress, blah blah blah. For the most part coffee and house music keeps me motivated and happy; that and singing at the top of my lungs to “Whip It” by DEVO making a fool of myself in front of the general public sparks a giggle or two and releases tension. Sometimes, however, you have days where you’re just sick of the shit! Sometimes the little things that happen often, that we grit our teeth over, feel completely unbearable. Some days everything and everyone annoys you and you simply cannot refrain from expressing it. Well, today was one of those days (and no it’s not that time of the month). I just finished having dinner with my family, our Friday night tradition, which needless to say was unpleasant because of my attitude. Everyone is in the car and I start to back out of the stall. Just then a gal emerges from the car to my left. Normally when people (on foot) see a moving car they stop and look at the car, look at the driver, wait for the “go ahead” hand gesture in the window, and some may even walk behind the car (when it’s safe). NORMALLY… The girl on foot and I look at each other as I am backing out but she doesn’t stop. I put my car in first and start moving forward as I turn my wheel to the right, I am thinking she is going to go behind me; instead she walks right in front of my car causing me to snap on my breaks. I raised my hands and said “are you kidding me right now?”. Normally when this happens people (on foot) would stop or if nothing else cross quickly in front of the car, I mean after all it’s 4,000lbs on wheels moving toward you. NORMALLY … Well this girl must of been hungry or perhaps she was having the same kind of day I was because not only did she continue to walk in front of my car as it moved forward but she kept looking back at me as she walked slower in a diagonal line. You ever hear “That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back“? Well she was the straw and I was the broke back camel and as quick as you can blink your eyes the F bombs were flying everywhere. “YOU are an EFFIN IDIOT” I said loudly. I let my car continue to roll forward as the girl on foot slows her stroll some more and looks back at me again. WHY is this chick still in front of my car, this is ridiculous. “You need to move your ass, I WILL run you over” I growled. Now regardless of my actions or that previous sentence I would never purposely run someone over in fact, I’m all bark and no bite. Clearly neither the girl on foot nor myself really gives a shit at this point. I move my car forward some more and the girl on foot looks at me again “get the EFF out of the effin way” I yelled “you effin idiot”. I gassed the pedal holding the clutch in to rev my 4-banger beetle engine, she jumped at the sound of my herbie’s tiny roar and just as she was in the clear I punch it to a staggering 5 mph and with a squeaky voice the girl on foot yells “EFF YOU!” with a smile on my face I yelled back “THANK YOU and EFF YOU TOO!”

Suddenly I felt like an irresponsible teenager and my father, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was NOT happy … at all.

While I poke fun about this incident by no means is it funny. It is dangerous and though I would never really hurt someone that way, if I were the road runner and she were the coyote, it would be on!

Meep Meep