Writer’s Workshop: Fake Twins

Ok, Ragers. It’s late.  I have school in the morning and I am tired. However, I feel that I have not been up to par posting-wise as of late. I can’t think of an excuse other than I need to revamp my planning tactics because what I’m doing now ain’t working.

But, before I slip off to bed I thought I would join in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop and share this little gem with you:

4.) A time you covered your tracks and avoided punishment.

When I was about 15 I met a boy name Jimmy. He was a “bad boy” but very sweet to me.

While I didn’t date, he was my “boyfriend” and when he gave me his bright ass neon orange Karl Kani hoodie I was truly smitten.

He liked to come around and show off as teenage boys are wont to do.

One day he came to my house driving an old beat up Chevy. Looking back I can’t recall if he actually had a driver’s license. He wasn’t that much older then me.

One day he proceeded to preen around the cul de sac where I lived, showing off and acting up.

One of his younger cousins decided it would be fun to perch up on the back of the car as it did slowish donuts around my circular road. He would tumble off, laugh and jump on again.

My mother came outside after hearing all the ruckus and was appalled. She used her mom voice. On Jimmy. She scolded him and sent him away. I was told I could not see him again.

My teenage heart was broken. But only temporarily. I am quite crafty on occasion and here is an example:

At school the next day I told Jimmy to come back by my house. I told him to follow my lead and just be prepared to apologize.

That afternoon I led a reluctant Jimmy to face my Mom. The following exchange is of the genius only a teenage girl under hormonal pressure could devise.

Me: “Mom, I want you to meet someone.” please let this work please let this work

Mom: “I thought I told you-”

Me: “No, wait, Mom listen. This is Robert, Jimmy’s, uh, twin brother.”

Jimmy/Robert: “Ma’am, I just want to apologize for my brother’s behavior. I can’t believe he acted so irresponsibly and I let my mother know what happened.”

Mom: “Oh, well, then ok. You two had best behave. And Robert?

Jimmy/Robert: “Ma’am?”

Mom: “I do not want that brother of yours around here, he’s trouble, I just know it.”

Jimmy/Robert: “Yes, ma’am.”

This is a true story, my hand to God. I tease my mom about it all the time now. She can’t believe she fell for such an obvious ploy.

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Writer’s Workshop:Special Valentine

This Week’s Prompts

1.) A lecture you still remember.
2.) You know you’re a rookie mom when you…
3.)  A poem for your special Valentine.
4.) Share a photo that captures your special Valentine(s).
5.) Read the following quote and respond: “Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you” -Martha Beck O Magazine

Okay, before I show y’all this picture and have you scratching your heads, let me explain.

LeDaddy is not a giver. He’s more of a doer. Last Friday I was rear ended by a moron. He tried to swerve at the last minute and ended up smashing my quarter panel. LeDaddy said the car was now trash and I would have to learn how to drive the Mustang. I may have cried. Yesterday he came home and I saw this:

 

Yay for Bondo! lol

So, while there may not be any roses or diamonds in my immediate future I’m happy because the Nissan is on her way to recovery and will be repaint white with light green metallic flake (to go with my Tinkerbell theme) in no time!

Writer’s Workshop:Dear Teen, Love Mom

I am linking up again this week with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. For this week’s prompt I have chosen: A letter to your future teen.

My Darling Son,

You have grown so very fast. It seems like just yesterday I held your tiny 8.9lbs package of baby softness in my young arms and gazed into those big brown eyes for the very first time. In one heartbeat I experienced a level of love that I didn’t even know existed. The bond we developed came quick, strong and has stood the test of time.

That first year was such a scary one for us. You were sick, a lot. When you were 3 months old you had a surgery that scared the bejeezus out of me, but saved your life.

When you were a toddler I finally had to bite the bullet and get a job. I found a daycare that gave me my first job and allowed me to keep tabs on you. This was a traumatic time for us both, we had such bad separation anxiety! We sat on opposites side of a cold classroom door, crying our eyes out.

You had a few rough years of school, barely passing most years, but I knew you were smart! I studied with you every day and I’m sorry I made you redo all your school work, but by 4th grade you were pulling straight A’s and you’ve been an Honor student ever since!

To this day you are often close by my side. Always “hanging out” with me. I often joke that I must have done something wrong because I thought teenagers were supposed to be sulky, locking themselves away in their rooms and avoiding their family at all costs.

I hope this doesn’t change. I love that you welcome me into your life and share everything with me.You’ve told me your dreams and your plans to reach them, and I have vowed to help you every step of the way.

Mostly, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. I am so proud that you made it into the Honors Program. I am so proud of your priorities and how you take school so seriously. You know that as long as you do your best, I am proud of you, but you don’t use that as a crutch. You always push for more, better, higher.

And I also want to tell you, thank you. Thank you for teaching me to be a mother, for forgiving my mistakes and praising my successes.

Thank you for being you.

I love you always,

Mom

I don’t think there are words in existence that properly express the love a mother has for her children and there are an infinite number of reasons why my son is so special to me, I don’t think I could ever sum them up in a blog post, or ten.

A letter to your future teen.

Writer’s Workshop: Social Media Butterfly

Happy Thursdays, Lovelies! I feel like I’ve had a fab bloggy week (especially since IRL has been a little icky). I hope this is the start of a trend! I feel better after a I write! Before I jump into today’s post I just want to thank Big Daddy Autismfor guesting posting with us yesterday! So, it’s Thursday so that means……

Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop

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So the other day Mama Kat and I were sitting around drinking wine organic green tea and discussing her fab new look. “It’s important to grow in social media otherwise you’ll get stale and then Ellen will never write you back.” She was bleary eyed and her words slurred  just a little but I could hear the seriousliness of her voice. Then she turned to me and inquired “How has social media changed you, Mommylebron?” My star-struck heart did a little flip flop because she remember my name and then my fermented berry soak brain tried to pull together a Poodle worthy response.

>Hiccup<

*Ahem.*

 

When I started exploring social media on Myspace (shut up) I was a caterpillar (without the grossness and eating of leaves). I posted stuff (read:crap) on a semi-regular basis and uploaded eleventy billion pictures. I befriend all my family, close friends and people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.

Then I discovered Facebook. I felt more comfortable there. It was my own little cocoon where I was actually interacting with all my family, close friends, and people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.

And then?

I discovered The Twitter. Here I connected with not family. Not close friends. Not people I knew from school whether I liked them or not.

I connected with random people from all over the world who shared my interests, my passions, but not always my opinions (and that’s ok!). I have met so many amazing people on Twitter that I won’t list them here for fear of forgetting someone in all their awesomeness. After some time on Twitter, I was tempted into a new hobby. Blogging.

I’ve spent a good deal of my life feeling invisible. The wallflower. Often overlooked and forgotten. Suddenly I had somewhere to put my words, my thoughts, my self. And people notice me! They respond and connect with me! I suddenly feel less socially inept.

I feel like I’m building friendships and (dare I say it?) affecting lives. With my words. The words that have swam around my head for 31ish years. I gift them to you and you receive them graciously.

And suddenly?

 

Writer’s Workshop: Wake Up and Live Your Dreams

Now that I’m getting back into my bloggy groove I am so ready to participate in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop! This is probably my favorite meme and I have been doing it since I started blogging.

For this week I chose prompt #5: Read and Respond: “If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.”

I am, at heart, a thinker, a planner, an idea person, if you will, a dreamer. This prompt really jumped out because it truly reflects my attitude towards this new year. Lately, I have been thinking so much about the things I want to do. I even asked my Twitter friends, “How do you make a change when you have no choices?” And their answers were spot on. “Create your own choices.” and “Take baby steps.”

I dream of giving my children a better life.

I will wake up and go to school.

I dream of having a job I love.

I will wake up with my Psychology Degree and throw myself out there!

I dream of being a published author.

I will wake up everyday and write. (Ok I technically do most of my writing at night before I go back to sleep.)

I dream of helping others.

I will wake up everyday and work on my support group, plan our projects and look for little things I can do.

After telling my kids repeatedly they can do anything they set their minds to and that the only limitations are the ones they put on themselves, I realize this applies to me to. And to you! What do you dream of?

One day I will wake up and all my dreams will be reality.