If you’re able to follow this post today, you deserve a freaking medal because—OMG—I am so wired right now. The backspace button is ready to blow up because my thoughts are waaaaay faster than my bumbling fingers, but Imma try to slap this shit storm in my brain into some kind of comprehensible post. No promises that you won’t hate yourself for wasting ten minutes of your day (or more if you’re a slow like-to-savor reader like me) after getting to the end, though. Consider yourself warned.
So someone innocently asked me this week, “are you guys ready for school?”
I curved my lips into the plastic smile I save for moments when I know that my authentic response is completely inappropriate. But in my head I was like:
WTF?! Have we even had summer yet?!?!
I got in my car and was bolstered by the sheer funness (yes, that is a word) of this song which has literally become my WRITER MOM ANTHEM, YO!!
<Okay, before you watch, I know there has been some controversy about the lyrics, but I don’t get it. Yes, the video is dumb (aren’t most of them?), but IMHO, this song is a boogy-down drumbeat cheering on all the women who break through conventional expectations and embrace their sexuality. IOW, you can be a “good girl” if that’s important to you, AND still enjoy sex however you want it. If you disagree, that’s totally cool. Let’s rap about it in the comments. For now, carry on… >
BLURRED LINES – hey, hey, hey! YES!!
I’ve been trying to reconcile monkey gobs of blurred lines in my life lately. Getting comfortable with those gray zones that are inevitable as you find yourself sandwiched between roles is a maturity thing, right? Right?!
I’ve been writing for three decades of my life, and with my first book coming out next Monday, I’m a little excited and a lot terrified (my relatives will read the sex scenes – omfg!!!).
To say that I’ve been pre-occupied since being contracted is a gross understatement. So when school let out in May, I worried how the hell I would be able to get everything done and remember to feed my spawn not ignore my kids.
Hubby to the rescue! Like always, he cut through the bullshit to shake it all down and helped me come up with “The PLAN.” And it’s worked out surprisingly well: I get up between 5 and 6 and work until 9. The kids are old enough to get their own breakfast, and they haven’t killed each other have been awesome about leaving me be. Most days I’ve also been able to grab snatches of time to work in the afternoons, and then most evenings I’m doing social media stuff or reading until about midnight. Rinse and repeat.
My problem isn’t pulling away from the computer, it’s focusing on what’s right in front of me. A lot of the time, I feel like I’m in this foggy realm that straddles many fences: my children, everything I need to accomplish the next time I sit down at the computer, the care and feeding of my husband, where my next story is going, what to make for supper, extended family obligations, and when I’m going to make time to exercise…
Anyway, I’m sure this time crunch and multi-hat phenomenon is nothing new for most of y’all. So what’s my point?!
Let’s learn to celebrate our blurred lines!
If we’re running around like our asses are on fire, it means we’re not six feet under. We’re busy, have full lives, and our creative output is probably way more impressive than we give ourselves credit for because, damn, day-old chicken cut up and shoved in a soft-shell taco with black beans, shredded carrots, sautéed onions, sour cream and guacamole is a flippin’ culinary masterpiece! (You should totally try that, it’s the bomb!)
And enjoying Ben Wa balls while cleaning amid a houseful of kids is definitely blurring a whole shitload of other lines. (It promotes vaginal toning…and multi-tasking is a sign of a brilliant mind, come on!!)
Well, maybe “enjoying” was a bit of a stretch. I didn’t exactly appreciate that experience. I think the balls were too big because…wait, that would be just way TMI, sorry! Even I have my limits. LOL.
Coulda also been the fact that they came in a package that had no “made from” documentation. They’d obviously shipped from China. It kinda down shifts the excitement when you start to wonder if you’ve shoved lead-filled poison balls up your southern belle. I will definitely be trying them again when I buy new ones that tell me what they’re made of. (Anyone try the silicone ones? Any good?) And a string is a definite yes—luckily I knew that important nugget the first time around because my stylist had an embarrassing trip to the ER after hers got stuck!
Live and learn from other’s mistakes! HA!
Anyway, here’s to all the blurred lines in our lives that make us crazy and wonderful! Big, grateful hugs to all you kick ass subscribers who continually make us laugh and think with your fabulous comments!!
So now you gotta hit me up with your awesomeness. Tell us, what are your blurred lines? Are you living two seemingly incompatible lives? What’s your experience with Ben Wa balls? Any suggestions for me to blur my lines even more? I’m always open to experimentation…