Yay!
So, I totally remembered to do the second post!
Kay, so, I was thinking, Halloween might be my favortie holiday ever. For one whole night you can be whoever you want, and people give you candy to do it. I love costumes in general, which is why I love anime conventions (Cosplayers are so win it's ridiculous), but to get candy too? Talk about your win-win scenarios!
Even thought I'm twenty-two, and married, and no longer trick or treat, I still do dress up. First of all, not wearing a costume on Halloween is like not getting presents on Christmas: yes, it's still a special day, but it's not as fun. So, tomorrow, I'm wearing two different costumes.
They're having a costume contest at work, and I'm going as a witch. My other options were pirate, faerie and ninja, but in the end, I went with witch. I heard one of the maintenance guys saying he was going to be a pirate, my fairy wings don't fit in my back-pack (and I'm so not wearing them on the bus), and my ninja costume is really a Sheena from ToS cosplay for Oni-Con, and I want to be careful with it. Besides, it's pink and purple. Nobody's going to believe a pink and purple ninja. I have some other cosplay items, but I don't want the people at work to think I'm really that weird, and anyway, I work with kids. It's best to keep it simple.
Anyway, It's about time for bed. I have to get up early to morrow to put on my costume right.
<3
Momo
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sorry!
I missed another day! Sorry!
I went to bed early yesterday, because I was really very tired. So, I'm going to apologize to you all today. By giving you two posts, of which this is the first. I promise not to rant like I did last time, okay?
By the way, I'm always interested to hear what people think of me and my writing. I think it's fun to get all the different perceptions. I have this internet friend, Tim, who's very interesting to get a perception from. The reason being that he is totally honest about what he thinks of you. He doesn't sugar coat it, and, for the most part, he doesn't intend to be hurtful. Of course, if you pester him about it, or are a really stupid/mean/annoying person, well, then...he does have a few haters.
The strange thing was, I used to be one of the haters. I used to really despise Tim, but now I find him...not as horrible? Almost sweet. I know, I know. If any of Tim's other friends saw this, they'd prolly laugh. "Tim? Sweet? WTF!?" And then their heads would esplode. Not explode, but esplode. There's a difference.
Anyway, I hope my next post will be better. See choo gaiz when I get home from work.
<3
Momo
I went to bed early yesterday, because I was really very tired. So, I'm going to apologize to you all today. By giving you two posts, of which this is the first. I promise not to rant like I did last time, okay?
By the way, I'm always interested to hear what people think of me and my writing. I think it's fun to get all the different perceptions. I have this internet friend, Tim, who's very interesting to get a perception from. The reason being that he is totally honest about what he thinks of you. He doesn't sugar coat it, and, for the most part, he doesn't intend to be hurtful. Of course, if you pester him about it, or are a really stupid/mean/annoying person, well, then...he does have a few haters.
The strange thing was, I used to be one of the haters. I used to really despise Tim, but now I find him...not as horrible? Almost sweet. I know, I know. If any of Tim's other friends saw this, they'd prolly laugh. "Tim? Sweet? WTF!?" And then their heads would esplode. Not explode, but esplode. There's a difference.
Anyway, I hope my next post will be better. See choo gaiz when I get home from work.
<3
Momo
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A Rant of Epic Proportions!
Aha! You thought I'd mess up again, didn't you? I admit, I almost did. It was my kid brother's birthday, and I was at my parent's house, so sue me for being a good sister.
Anyway, on to the post.
On my mind this evening was going to be my general philosophy about life: Live and let live. Instead, thanks to Hubby, I am reminded of a complaint I have. The unrealistic ideals of beauty in modern Western culture.
It's not his fault really. It wasn't like he saw some hot actress and said, "Gee, Honey, Why don't you look more like her?" or some other thoughtless remark. (Actually, Hubby is nowhere near that thoughtless, and he has never made me feel anything less than the gorgeous, radiant goddess I am. Even when I'm sick and wearing my old sweats.) All he did was change the station on the radio.
So, my husband hates commercials. With a burning passion I only seldom witness in him. He's really not a burning passion kind of guy. Which is why I love him so. He keeps me level-headed, but that's a whole other post. Anyway, as we were driving home, I had flipped on my favorite station. I love this station so much, I do not usually change it, even during commercials. But, the deal is, Hubby thinks the radio is for music, and talking is a waste of time. So, he changed the station.
I listened to ear-blistering eighties music for a while, cause that's what Hubby likes. I prefer classic rock myself, but occasionally the eighties station will play something decent. Anyway, we got home, and another round of commercials started. This time, he didn't switch the channel, since we were pulling into the parking lot, and I heard a dieting commercial. I forget exactly what charlatan's scam the commercial ws for, but it featured two women talking. And one of them said something to the effect that she'd been strggling with her weight since she was a pre-teen.
WTF!?
Sure, when I was eleven, I was a little disappointed that I was heavier than the other girls, but I didn't do anything crazy like take diet pills or starve myself. For the record, I am still overweight, but working to change that. Right now, I weigh 250 pounds. It is very hard for me to admit it, but I figure if I'm gonna diatribe, I'd best be honest. It is my goal to lose one hundred pounds by this time next year. That averages out to about two pounds a week. I am not doing this because I subscribe to some narrow-minded conception of feminine beauty. I am doing it for myself, and for my future family.
When I have children, they deserve to have the best mom in the world. They deserve to have a mom who is not always tired. They deserve a mom who they will not be ashamed of. They deserve someone who will be able to get on the floor and play with them. Someone who can show them cool things, besides just what's on T.V. Someone who can ride rollercoasters, pick them up and carry them, and someone who will be there when they graduate high school, get married, and have children of their own. I don't want to be unhealthy. I don't want to wory that my high blood pressure, diabetes or heart disease will 'get me' one day when I least suspect it. Not that I have any of those things now, but I know that if I continue on the path I'm on, only bad can follow.
So, to hell with these twig-women! I will not have my daughter look up to empty-headed flower vases, women who are only good for decoration. She will see that being smart and being attractive are not mutually exclusive. I swear, on my honor, that I will give her more to look up to than the beauty queens. I will give her the idea that women are more than the makeup and clothes they wear. That their value is not tied to numbers; be it weight, age or how much their clothes cost.
Anyway, all of this hollywood tripe is ridiculous. Why can't women in films look like real women? I know of three and four year olds who worry about being fat. That's so sad. I know some people will say that it's the parents' fault for letting their daughters see such things, but it's everywhere. If you want to spare your daughter, you'd have to keep her isolated from the world. This garbage is on every billboard, every channel, and in every movie theatre. The best you can do is supply your daughters with other role models. Strong women, who are known for more than their faces and figures. Women who excel in literature, sports, science, art, math, and other fields.
Of course, you can't change everyone, and it would be a fool's errand to try. I only hope that by teaching my daughter these things, and by sharing my opinions with others, that I can make some small change in the world.
<3
Mo
250 lbs. and radiant.
Anyway, on to the post.
On my mind this evening was going to be my general philosophy about life: Live and let live. Instead, thanks to Hubby, I am reminded of a complaint I have. The unrealistic ideals of beauty in modern Western culture.
It's not his fault really. It wasn't like he saw some hot actress and said, "Gee, Honey, Why don't you look more like her?" or some other thoughtless remark. (Actually, Hubby is nowhere near that thoughtless, and he has never made me feel anything less than the gorgeous, radiant goddess I am. Even when I'm sick and wearing my old sweats.) All he did was change the station on the radio.
So, my husband hates commercials. With a burning passion I only seldom witness in him. He's really not a burning passion kind of guy. Which is why I love him so. He keeps me level-headed, but that's a whole other post. Anyway, as we were driving home, I had flipped on my favorite station. I love this station so much, I do not usually change it, even during commercials. But, the deal is, Hubby thinks the radio is for music, and talking is a waste of time. So, he changed the station.
I listened to ear-blistering eighties music for a while, cause that's what Hubby likes. I prefer classic rock myself, but occasionally the eighties station will play something decent. Anyway, we got home, and another round of commercials started. This time, he didn't switch the channel, since we were pulling into the parking lot, and I heard a dieting commercial. I forget exactly what charlatan's scam the commercial ws for, but it featured two women talking. And one of them said something to the effect that she'd been strggling with her weight since she was a pre-teen.
WTF!?
Sure, when I was eleven, I was a little disappointed that I was heavier than the other girls, but I didn't do anything crazy like take diet pills or starve myself. For the record, I am still overweight, but working to change that. Right now, I weigh 250 pounds. It is very hard for me to admit it, but I figure if I'm gonna diatribe, I'd best be honest. It is my goal to lose one hundred pounds by this time next year. That averages out to about two pounds a week. I am not doing this because I subscribe to some narrow-minded conception of feminine beauty. I am doing it for myself, and for my future family.
When I have children, they deserve to have the best mom in the world. They deserve to have a mom who is not always tired. They deserve a mom who they will not be ashamed of. They deserve someone who will be able to get on the floor and play with them. Someone who can show them cool things, besides just what's on T.V. Someone who can ride rollercoasters, pick them up and carry them, and someone who will be there when they graduate high school, get married, and have children of their own. I don't want to be unhealthy. I don't want to wory that my high blood pressure, diabetes or heart disease will 'get me' one day when I least suspect it. Not that I have any of those things now, but I know that if I continue on the path I'm on, only bad can follow.
So, to hell with these twig-women! I will not have my daughter look up to empty-headed flower vases, women who are only good for decoration. She will see that being smart and being attractive are not mutually exclusive. I swear, on my honor, that I will give her more to look up to than the beauty queens. I will give her the idea that women are more than the makeup and clothes they wear. That their value is not tied to numbers; be it weight, age or how much their clothes cost.
Anyway, all of this hollywood tripe is ridiculous. Why can't women in films look like real women? I know of three and four year olds who worry about being fat. That's so sad. I know some people will say that it's the parents' fault for letting their daughters see such things, but it's everywhere. If you want to spare your daughter, you'd have to keep her isolated from the world. This garbage is on every billboard, every channel, and in every movie theatre. The best you can do is supply your daughters with other role models. Strong women, who are known for more than their faces and figures. Women who excel in literature, sports, science, art, math, and other fields.
Of course, you can't change everyone, and it would be a fool's errand to try. I only hope that by teaching my daughter these things, and by sharing my opinions with others, that I can make some small change in the world.
<3
Mo
250 lbs. and radiant.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Dammit!
Sorry. Totally blew the everyday thing yesterday. Haha. The third day's the charm I guess. Oh well. Can I use the excuse that it was Sunday? Sundays are busy for me. Most other days I have time on my hands for this sort of thing, but Sundays are busy.
Admittedly, I don't work on Sundays (it being the Lord's day and all). But, I do have three hours of church starting at nine A.M., and afterwards, I have my lunch, and maybe a cuddle or even a nap with Hubby (<3). After that, every Sunday, we go to his parents' house. Every. Single. Solitary. Sunday.
I adore my in-laws, but...they are very strong-willed, opinionated people. They keep asking about why haven't I finished college yet, I am twenty-two, aren't I? And, why don't I drive? After all, If I ever want to move out of the city and back to the suburbs, I'll have to know how to drive. And, what kind of job is mine? A daycare teacher doesn't make enough money to support a family.
Mostly, I smile, and make noncommital remarks. Secretly, I want to say: "I haven't finished college because I'm ADD , and I have no medical insurance to pay for my medication, and rather than set myself up for failure, I've decided to wait until I get that taken care of. And besides, I'm only twenty-two. I have time to live my life. I don't drive because I'm already a klutz on my own two feet, and no one wants someone with absolutely zero co-ordination inside a two-ton vehicle. Someone's gonna get hurt, probably me. Also, I -never- want to move back to the suburbs. I love the city. In fact, if I could afford to move to Manhattan, I'd do it in a heartbeat. And, I adore my job. It is the best job I've ever had. Yes, it's messy, and no, it's not all fun and games (It's mostly fun and games, but not always), but I'd take a job I loved for free over a high-paying job I hated any day. Besides, I plan on being a stay-at-home mom, when the time comes. At least until they're all in school. Once they're gone eight hours a day, then I can work. Childcare for working moms is expensive (I should know)."
However, I will never, never say that to them. They're good people, and besides, they're my husband's parents. How would he feel if I took my temper out on them? Although, personally, I'd love to just move away from them. Even if it was just to Dallas. I like them alright, but I feel that Hubby is still too much....I dunno...dependent on them? He has to seek his father's approval for everything. And, like every good Latino (he's half-Cuban), he thinks his mother's a Saint. (Okay, so she is, since she's the nicer of the two, but still)
Anyway, there goes my whining for the day. Sorry to have gushed like that.
<3
Admittedly, I don't work on Sundays (it being the Lord's day and all). But, I do have three hours of church starting at nine A.M., and afterwards, I have my lunch, and maybe a cuddle or even a nap with Hubby (<3). After that, every Sunday, we go to his parents' house. Every. Single. Solitary. Sunday.
I adore my in-laws, but...they are very strong-willed, opinionated people. They keep asking about why haven't I finished college yet, I am twenty-two, aren't I? And, why don't I drive? After all, If I ever want to move out of the city and back to the suburbs, I'll have to know how to drive. And, what kind of job is mine? A daycare teacher doesn't make enough money to support a family.
Mostly, I smile, and make noncommital remarks. Secretly, I want to say: "I haven't finished college because I'm ADD , and I have no medical insurance to pay for my medication, and rather than set myself up for failure, I've decided to wait until I get that taken care of. And besides, I'm only twenty-two. I have time to live my life. I don't drive because I'm already a klutz on my own two feet, and no one wants someone with absolutely zero co-ordination inside a two-ton vehicle. Someone's gonna get hurt, probably me. Also, I -never- want to move back to the suburbs. I love the city. In fact, if I could afford to move to Manhattan, I'd do it in a heartbeat. And, I adore my job. It is the best job I've ever had. Yes, it's messy, and no, it's not all fun and games (It's mostly fun and games, but not always), but I'd take a job I loved for free over a high-paying job I hated any day. Besides, I plan on being a stay-at-home mom, when the time comes. At least until they're all in school. Once they're gone eight hours a day, then I can work. Childcare for working moms is expensive (I should know)."
However, I will never, never say that to them. They're good people, and besides, they're my husband's parents. How would he feel if I took my temper out on them? Although, personally, I'd love to just move away from them. Even if it was just to Dallas. I like them alright, but I feel that Hubby is still too much....I dunno...dependent on them? He has to seek his father's approval for everything. And, like every good Latino (he's half-Cuban), he thinks his mother's a Saint. (Okay, so she is, since she's the nicer of the two, but still)
Anyway, there goes my whining for the day. Sorry to have gushed like that.
<3
Saturday, October 25, 2008
A Promise is a Promise
Okay, gonna make this quick because I'm sick and I have to watch a video I borrowed from the library before tomorrow. The only reason I'm posting at all, is beacuse I'd hate to fail on the second day of my blog.
Anyway, my stomach feels just horrible, and I have a headache, so I think I'll go lie down and watch that movie now.
See you tomorrow!
Anyway, my stomach feels just horrible, and I have a headache, so I think I'll go lie down and watch that movie now.
See you tomorrow!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Introduction
Hello out there in internetzland!
Pleased to meet you. I'm 22, and I live in Houston, Texas. Online I go by Morgan, Momo, MusicaChick, Smorgasmorgan, or occasionally Lady-LeFaye. (I had a thing for King Arthur stories when I was younger.) I live with my husband and our two cats. I work at a daycare, but my true passion is writing.
Okay, so, know that you know all about me, I guess I'll start by letting you know the purpose of my blog.
This blog's purpose is...(drumroll)...for me to write.
So, some famous writer guy ( I can't remember who, atm, 'cause I'm just scatterbrained that way) said, "Never a day without lines." So, this blog is going to be my daily lines. I don't promise that they'll be all that brilliant, or entertaining, or whatever, but I promise they'll be there. And if I miss a day, you have total permission to cyber-smack me.
Hope you enjoy it!
Pleased to meet you. I'm 22, and I live in Houston, Texas. Online I go by Morgan, Momo, MusicaChick, Smorgasmorgan, or occasionally Lady-LeFaye. (I had a thing for King Arthur stories when I was younger.) I live with my husband and our two cats. I work at a daycare, but my true passion is writing.
Okay, so, know that you know all about me, I guess I'll start by letting you know the purpose of my blog.
This blog's purpose is...(drumroll)...for me to write.
So, some famous writer guy ( I can't remember who, atm, 'cause I'm just scatterbrained that way) said, "Never a day without lines." So, this blog is going to be my daily lines. I don't promise that they'll be all that brilliant, or entertaining, or whatever, but I promise they'll be there. And if I miss a day, you have total permission to cyber-smack me.
Hope you enjoy it!
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