Songs

There are some songs in life that if you don't have a memory attached to it you have no soul. I would consider myself fortunate to grow up in the era that I did. I went from 80s hair bands, boys bands, grunge, to R&B. On the way home Skid Row's "I Remember You" came on the radio. I was singing along lightly and the next thing I know. . .boom. . . I was transcended through time. The volume of the radio went up, my hair got really really big, I looked down and I was wearing painted on leather pants on my spender thighs, and my off-key voice screeched loud and proud. 

I am so tired of the negativity that seems to be crippling my friends and family lately. I know they say misery loves company, but my GOD, what does it get you? We expect to feed one another to a point.

"I hate my thighs."... You have great thighs. (begging for compliments)
"I have a hangnail." ... It's red and infected. It's probably MRSA. (i'm dying)

Seriously folks.. What gives? I refuse to wallow in everyones snark for a while. I know I am a pretty positive person and my mind is easily swayed by a tornado of negative emotion. Sometimes I feel like I am standing in the eye of a hurricane. The negative people around me sobbing, crying, yelling about their lives and their "oh my god the world is falling" around them and I am standing in the calm center saying, "YEAH. . . but look where we are going! This could be great!!!"

I don't know if its the fact that I've gone through some pretty heavy situations over the last couple of years (really my entire life but who's keeping tabs), but I am living a life of gratitude right now. Grateful for EVERYTHING good and "bad."  Sometimes the bad isn't bad at all.

My kids give me a lot of hope and outlook.  They don't see all of the problems. They are just living the dream.  I am now living the life I imagined. Free from judgement of others from the amount of money I make, the kind of car I drive, what I do for a living, who my family is, how much I weigh, if I have a damn pimple and I'm not wearing makeup in public. My happiness is deep. My positive outlook doesn't just sit on my skin, but radiates in and out of my body and hopefully touching others (in my mind). Once I learned to love myself and be free from worry,  I began truly living.

FingerGunFriday = Quality Time Social Media Post

Mr is working the afternoon shift. One of the benefits of having a shift working husband is the creative quality time we have. For example, today we had a picnic on the floor while I've been watching Dexter and doing laundry. He has been scrolling the ipad for the latest and greatest camera gizmos. (seriously I don't understand his obsession with photo lenses but whatever they make him happy) We've hugged. We've cuddled. We've laughed. We've made future plans.  All perfect for a quality time love for one another. He is my soulmate. . . imperfect and perfect in everyway. 

Full Moon or Zombie Apocalypse

A gorgeous full moon this eve. So many crazy things today:

*Makeup and Hair went together nicely.
*I hit all green lights into work.
*All four wheels worked on my shopping cart.
*I was left with a full toilet paper roll in each bathroom I went to.
*Children listened.
*No toothpaste left in the sink by said children.
*Boss laughed at my musings (to be described in a later blog)
*Scaredy cat patient wasn't so scaredy.
*I am Premenstrual and I am not Bitchy at all today.

Cheers to that! Yay full moon!!

Bonjour!!

Hi, my name is Milly and I like everything in excess. I am a social media whore, a lover of quite time, and pervayer of food, wine, beer, and vodka.

It is Saturday night and of course, Mr is at work as he works nights and weekends for our family.  That means just the kids and I for dinner. Popcorn anywone?

Adventures of Milly, Mr and the Spawn. . . Scene 1 Acts 1-4

Today ended and incredibly long snow week. Snowpocalypse 2014 hit our family hard  this week. Our spawn had no school so Mr and I were at home

With the spawn. . .

Snowed in. . .

For a week. . .

Today is Sunday. I looked at Mr. and said, "I really wish I could work 70 hours this week." Mr looked at me and in true Mr. form started packing sandwiches and chips. He yelled downstairs, "Kids get dressed and put your Ipods away! We are going somewhere!" Spawns 10 and 7 asked their usual:

"Are we going to Chuck E. Cheese?"
"Are we going to play Laser tag?"

I have to admit. . I was praying it was outdoors. It was still rather chilly and windy but it was S.U.N.N.Y. and we were all looking rather gothic with our winter tans.

Mr. grabbed his camera and he took us to the Melvin Price Locks and Dam in East Alton, Illinois. He told the spawn, "You guys may curse today only. You may say dam but make sure you are pointing at the dam when you say it. Mkay?" The spawn smiled like vibrant happy little smurfs seeing their happy songs.

After a view of some boat breaking up the ice and looking out at the seagulls. We trucked over to the Audubon Center at Riverlands in West Alton, MO.

We did get to see a bald eagle up close and personal handled by a woman who stated she's loved eagles since she was a little girl and that this was her dream job. Have you ever heard how owners begin to resemble their pets? Yes. . .she was an eagle looking woman. Attractive yes. . .but in an eagle sort of way. I told Mr that an eagle must've been her spirit animal. SpawnT decided then that he wanted to be someone's pet. Preteen SpawnC rolled his eyes and said it was time to get him something to drink.

We loaded into the family truckster and headed home. This was a great short adventure for us.

PS .    Currently trying to figure out my spirit animal.