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being out of touch and kind of an emotional wussbag
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Mental/Emotional, Miscellaneous Blabbering, Video on April 2, 2009
You could call me asleep since the 90s a completely clueless old fart slightly out of the loop, and you’d be right. I don’t stay current with all the hottest new music, the best new technology, or the latest fashion trends. I notice some things, much I do not.
I feel like being online, especially on Twitter, does keep me up to date with things, but it still seems like I miss a lot. I’m constantly having this conversation in email with my more observant, hip friends:
Me: Huh? Dur.
Hip Friend: What, Bitch? You didn’t know?
Me: Huh? *fart*
Hip Friend: Yeah, it’s been around for ages now. Where have you been?
Me: Huh? Dur.
Hip Friend: I have no idea why I even talk to you, loser.
So, yeah. I am kind of a ditz in that “doesn’t know what the hell is going on” kind of way. Lingo, for example, hits me from weird places. I was on the phone with my husband last night, telling him about how Braden was sick and having a hard time sleeping.
John was between shows downtown. He was driving to the second show, and after we’d chatted briefly, he told me, “I’ve gotta jump.” Uh, okay? It took me a minute, but I got it. Still, I had a hard time not quipping, “There better be something just out of your reach, over your head, because if you’re on a bridge, I hope you rot in hell. You could at least wait until we have something in savings before you kill yourself. I’d have to get a job and everything, you selfish, insensitive bastard.”
Yeah. It’s a loving, gentle relationship.
But, “Jump?” WTF? Is this what the kids and trendy young adults are saying now when they want to get off the phone? Yeah, I’m feeling a bit like I have cobwebs. Not in my house, but ON ME. And for the record, that jerk is older than I am but HE GETS TO LEAVE THE HOUSE REGULARLY. AND DO STUFF. WITH PEOPLE.
Ass.
Anyway, totally wandered away from the actual thing I wanted to talk about.
I’ve seen a commercial put together by a local news station several times now. I am drawn into the commercial every time because the way it is shot is really cool (black and white, different speeds) and the song always pulls my attention. I had no idea what it was, and kept wondering if this was a popular song I have just missed (would not surprise me).
I saw the commercial again tonight, hit YouTube and found it, and listened to the whole song while watching the video.
Really, actually listened to the words, felt them.
Got the deeper meaning, was moved. A couple of tears slipped down my cheeks.
I kind of like it when something has the power to move me like that, with no warning.
What song(s) have the power to move you?
Also, I should probably check PMS Buddy… I totally haven’t kept track of my cycles anymore and this could be a sign that I need to be protecting my underwear soon. Because The Red Crotch is, I’m pretty sure, not the latest fashion trend.
Right?
The ironic post that wasn’t really ironic but was more just dumb.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Miscellaneous Blabbering on March 24, 2009
Sitting on my couch right now rather vegged. It’s 11:10pm on Monday night and I’m blinking as I notice the time because, uh? I usually post the next day’s post at midnight, and well, that’s less than an hour from now, and as you are reading this you realize that I have not written more than 2 sentences of a post and it’s about nothing but my current predicament. Which is really a rather lame way to start a post. I meant, which is really an AWESOME way to start a post. (I am so lazy that is the extent to which I’m going to go to convince you. Not convinced? Me either.)
What are you supposed to do when you’re such a raging lazy douche that you know you need to write your post, and it needs to be done immediately, but you’re still all, “waahhh, I’m too lazy to do this…” ?
Well, if you’re also an attention seeking whinebag, you Tweet your lamentations.
And then people respond.

You laugh. Then you go, uh, but really… what am I going to write about tonight?
And then you write about how you didn’t have anything to write about and it was almost midnight when you usually post and you didn’t really feel like writing about something so you Tweeted about it and then you got responses and then you laughed and then you wondered what you were going to write about.
Yeah. I totally went there.
And the most awesome thing is that when you’re done typing up your pathetic excuse for a post, and you wonder, “What photo could I possibly use on this post?” You decide that the best photo of all for this post would be a photo of the post.
So there.










































A new day, a new gig, a happier me.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Depression, Happiness, Husband, Mental/Emotional, Miscellaneous Blabbering, Parenting, Sex, Writing on March 26, 2009
Things are looking up; my mood is lightening a little more each day, and the sunshine and warmth that’s been poking around these parts lately has had more than a little to do with that. For a stretch of days last week and the beginning of this week, it has been sunny and in the 70s, and that is RIGHT up my alley. I’ve had the opportunity to prepare garden beds and plant flowers. The physical work, time outside, and thoughts of beautiful gladioli, dahlias, cosmos, and yarrow bursting open some time in the future all swirl together to make my step a bit more sprightly.
When I haven’t been playing in the dirt, John and I have taken Braden here and there to various parks and playgrounds around our area. I have really missed doing that, and so has Braden. It’s not that you can’t do that kind of stuff when it’s cold – that’s what jackets and hats are for, after all – but my kiddo happens to have a serious HATE relationship with his face getting cold.
And I wasn’t too keen on seeing how he’d feel about a ski mask, so yeah.
But for days recently, we’ve been riding down slides and pumping our legs on the swings, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me a gagillion times more giddy than a glass of red wine.
I do not forsake thee, red wine. I just place you aside for a short time. We shall join again, I promise thee.
Monday night, I was able to hang out with some lovely blogging ladies at the UBP IRL in Nashville, snarf some red wine and cheese, and have my husband and kiddo not far away from me. That was pretty freakin’ nice, too.
And I’ve just started a new writing gig, to which I was referred by the always lovely Sarah (Imaginary Binky).
It’s helping me find my “big girl” journalistic voice, which is kind of cool, in a challenging and frustrating way (can you say, “Lotus has to learn how to get a point across without droning on and on and on for eons?). Yeah, you could say I’m not the Queen of Brevity. And then you could say it again, scream it, and finish by stamping it on my forehead.
So I’ve been setting things up and writing my very first articles as Nashville Parenting Examiner. I’ll be writing a lot of locally flavored items, as well as many general parenting pieces. I’m planning on writing about events and activities that will be of interest to people in this area, and also publish a regular spattering of opinion pieces that anyone can get their head into. In addition, I’ll be hosting giveaways there, and giving general information that is helpful for all parents.
On top of all that, I’m planning on spotlighting Parent Bloggers I know and love (could this be you?) that I’ve built relationships with during my time on this website. Groovy, right? I think so.
I’ll be counting on page views and subscriptions to keep me afloat, so anyone subscribing, visiting, and commenting? Will make my day.
The RSS feed is http://www.examiner.com/RSS-6205-Nashville-Parenting-Examiner
The related Twitter account is nashvilleparent
So, warmth, sun, fun, productivity, accomplishments… laughter, mirth, time with family… I’m seeing good things. It’s feeling pretty good.
Why, I’ve been so inspired by happiness lately that I even shaved my legs for the first time in over a month, trimmed the ole’ 70s bush and frolicked in the sheets with my husband. And while you may think, “UH 1) TMI and 2) So?” it’s a big deal here, considering that the last time that happened we conceived a baby. Yeah. Read the archives a little and do the math. You’ll see that it’s been an awfully evil long time.
Psychologically crippling fears resist logic and desire and can put you in places you don’t want to be for even a second. And then they keep you there for indefinite amounts of time. You even start feeling that the pain that’s being caused you and your most beloved is all your fault; you should just wake up, break out, get better, damnit.
It just can’t be forced. Something’s gotta give, one way or another.
It’s giving. Finally, it is caving in and crumbling away. Bit by bit.
And as it falls off of my shoulders, I’m feeling that shine again, the one that comes from inside. Not the same shine as before, from the same girl as before, but that’s okay.
Every day of this adult life, I’m learning. I’m always in process; this is a journey. The waiting for the completion of who I am and where I’m going is pointless. I am ever changing. It is time I accept that and who I am right now, ready to welcome the next change, whatever the moments that pass may hold.
Just be, right?
I’m workin’ on it.
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