Not so idle hands.

After reading that last post I realized I need to get better at writing shorter posts! But it's so hard to keep it simple when it feels like i've had my foot in my own mouth for way too long and have so much to say. Eh, work in progress, i'll try to keep this one shorter.

I've been absent for a few weeks but it was because I was out doing bad ass stuff. First off, me and my homegirl Sarah took a mother's weekend off and drove 12 hours to Cookeville, TN on the heels of "hurricane" Isaac to camp out and have a blast at the 3rd annual Muddy Roots Festival. A full weekend of camping, lounging, partying and listening to the sounds of every type of roots music you can imagine. Everything from old timers like Robert "Wolfman" Belfour and Ralph Stanley to more modern old time acts like the Pine Hill Haints and crustabilly bands (which is an interstesting category) like the Goddamn Gallows. I dunno, something like 50 acts, or more? Too many to count. And all of em a lot of fun.

Either way, it was an awesome weekend spent reconnecting with friends from Michigan, meeting new people, dancing, playing music and relaxing. Away from the kids. Will definately be going again next year. For more info check out Muddy Roots.

Here's a picture of me and my homegirls at our little camp/home away from home.

And a daytime crowd shot.

The weekend after I got back we took Luella to her grandma's for a much needed date night and went to check out a set by Austin TX's awesome soul/rocknroll act Black Joe Lewis. We randomly ran into the guys from Sourvein who were in town to practice for an upcoming tour with St. Vitus. Awesome band with members of other great bands like Hail Hornet and Dystopia. Spent the next week having awesome conversations over tasty meals with these guys and sent them off on tour with a farewell pizza party at our house. Here's a picture of us and some other local band nerds at an impromtu BBQ out at the storage sheds we all use to practice in out in the boonies. Great night.

After all that died down, got a little work done in the garden. Weeded and pulled up dead veg plants from our garden and let our chickens do a little roaming, while Luella endlessly chased them around the yard. We are 18 weeks into our family backyard chicken endeavor, should be getting eggs soon. Will eventually fill a whole post about those chickens and our adventure. Love em. I think Lu loves em the most though. Here is a picture of our happy pack of chickens peckin around.

And one of Shane posing with his chicken Rosie. Just so you know he just looks serious cause he's trying to look like this cool old pic we have of his great great so and so posing with his chicken.

My homegirl Maddy drove down from Jackson, MS this past weekend for a healing touch seminar. Love that lady. We spent some time on the road together in our younger years and much more time lounging around creating a universe centered around how many laughs we could squeeze out of conversations about Corey Feldman.. we got quite a few out of it.. everyone else.. not so much. Here's a picture of me and Maddy last year at another much needed reuniting. I forgot to take pictures this time around.

And then back to life. I've been nerding out on vegan food blogs the last few days. I've been vegan/vegetarian for the bulk of my adult life, but I flip flop with meat sometimes as I've spent a lot of time cooking in standard carnivorous restaurants and well sometimes it's hard to avoid when you live south of I-10.

Our 16 year old is working at vegetarianism right now though, so it's a good excuse to return to my veggie roots. As if I need more of an excuse then the unnecessary and inhumane slaughter of millions of animals.. hmm.. anyways. Ian is learning how to cook under my guidance and tonight he made his first attempt at home made vegan italian sausage (from the PPK blog-love Isa's recipes) for a dressed up spaghetti with sauteed kale and mushrooms. He wante to do something simple and it was a total success. So proud of our little future veggie chef. And he was proud of himself as well.

Here's a picture of Ian beaming over one of his finished snausages.

And one of our happy little family eating it up. Lu had 3 bowls!

Well that about wraps it up. I once again failed at keeping it short. I'll try again next time. There's a lot of stuff coming up real quick, gonna be busy for awhile I'm thinkin. This Friday our old time acoustic band The Butchers is opening up for one of the acts I saw at Muddy Roots, Filthy Still. They're from Providence, RI. Should be a good show. Pretty busy with practices and life until then so i'm thinking it'll be sometime next week before I get back to this. Oh and then my childhood BFF Aja is on the road right now and should be here next week as well! Forgot about that. Till then, up the pizza punx!

Raisin up the punx!

Ahh raising children. As if life wasn't complex enough now add on the responsiblity for raising the next batch of human beings set to "inherit" the earth. Heavy. Heavy indeed.

I'm not sure how to classify myself in the world of parenting. It's funny to think about actually, because even though I am heavily tattooed, pierced, rowdy, a damn near atheist, deeply interested in the occult, and liberal in every other way, i'm still very close to the 1950's image of a "mom".

We purchased a white minivan last year. It was a convenience issue for us. With 3 children, drums, full stacks of amps and a wanderlust, it was really the most gas, space and dollar friendly option we could find that could get us and our stuff around. White was of course the cheapest. Apparently no one wants to be seen in the stereo typical "soccer mom" van, ourselves included, but it just worked out that way. The minivan however, is only the tip of my recent mommy domestication.

Prior to my daughter even being a twinkle in my eye I put a lot of thought into what kind of a mommy I wanted to be. I had a less than ideal childhood. I'm not sure how to tactfuly go about talking about my past yet, without pointing fingers. I will say that my parents shared custody as much as the distance between California and Michigan will allow, and they were very much two different worlds. I'm not just talking about distance here. I knew that if I was ever going to have children, that I wanted them to have it better than I did. This is a standard thing to say, but in my case, I take it very seriously.

Our kids definately have rules. Maybe I should call them guidelines. If i'm gonna be honest, i'm a little on the strict side, but it's from a loving place. I'm a stickler for manners, punctuality, tidiness, and responsibility. Some people might say this is strange coming from someone who rebelled against all those things in my youth. But that's not really the case.

I think I craved organization as a kid, and my lack of it in my family is what made me "rebel", or realy, just struggle through trying to find a better way to do things on my own. Now that I have kids, I see how well they work having parents who actually give a crap what they're up to day to day. No one wants to have someone tell them what to do, it sucks. But kids need to learn how to exist in this world. They need role models, someone to atleast give them some ideas for the future. They don't need to follow all of these ideas exclusively, and they shouldn't, but that doesn't mean they don't need help figuring stuff out.

I look back now at the happiest memories I have as a kid. Those memories are centered around times where things were stable and well thought out, with bursts of random fun here and there but with a solid foundation. Time when I had tasks to do that made me feel like I was accomplishing something and was important, when there were open dialogues about what was going on in my life so I knew someone cared, and when we were doing things together as a family so I felt like I was a part of something. My pack. When those things fell apart, I tried to find a new pack, and I found it in punk rock I guess you could say. Or music, and political rebellion, travel, zine writing and other deviant social and artistic forms.

I want our kids to find their own niche, but I want them to find it after coming from a strong and healthy, open minded life at home. So they go into the world knowing that they can accomplish whatever they put their minds to, that they can take care of themselves and can and want to take care of others that need help if the situation arises. I want them to be open minded and loving and be someone that people can look up to. I can't force that on them, but I can help guide them a bit, and in doing so it makes me a better person myself.

I'd also like to know that if this world turns into a scene from The Road Warrior, that our kids will be the ones with a sweet, well secured compound with cool water mining devices and a the only flower and vegetable garden for hundreds of miles. That would be awesome.

This is starting to sound potentially Christian. Let me say, very, bluntly, I am not Christian. I am not an organized religion person, at all really. I get it, the whole thing, using religion and the bible as a frame of reference for morals. Though we may be saying sililar things, I am in no way a bible pusher. I think there are ways to achieve the same ideas without the homophobia, women hating, religious warfare/genocide, pedophilia and other fuck ups associated with that whole gimmick. However if my kids chose to walk that path, that is souly their decision, and like my old man says, one of the most personal decisions a person should make. He also talks about being a moral compass, I think it's a solid idea. Maybe you can't point your kids in exactly the right direction, but if you can get em in the general area, they can probably find the rest of the way there on their own.

Merging our two families has been a challenge. My background and my man's, while very similar in our taste in music, culture and so many other things, is very different in terms of where we came from and initially our ideas on raising kids. Another obstacle we faced when we did find a happy middle ground for how we wanted to be with the kids was the fact that we have joint custody and the kids aren't always here.

Our daughter is obviously with us all the time. Earlier this year Shane's (that's my man's name, I guess it's time to unveil that juicy piece of info) oldest son, who is now 16, got himself into some trouble at his mom's house and it was decided that he would move in with us. This was actually a great decision and has been working well for everyone. His youngest son still spends most of the week at his mom's. We are respectful of each houses parenting decisions, but they're not always the same, so sometimes we hit walls with the kids when things have been going one way for them over there and then another way when they come over here. We're making progress with it though, and eventually the idea is to have our houses atleast seeing eye to eye on the big things and recognizing and being supportive of our differences for the small stuff.

I'm gonna take a break here to say that our 16 year old is actually in the shower right now practicing his heavy metal vocals. Tonight is his first show with his new band and I can tell he's nervous and excited. I remember that feeling all to well.

Some who aren't familiar with the punk scene might assume some things about it. That it's all sex, drugs and rock n roll, lack of authority, you know the usual. There's is a place for all of this in there somewhere, a lot of it having to do with your age and maturity level, but over the years I've discovered that punk is also synonymous with so many other things that might be surprising to some. Like unity, equality, responsibility for your actions, open mindedness, acceptance, self-education, independance, etc. And that the things that are first thought of by people don't have to necessarily be viewed in a bad light. For example, a rebellious nature is not always a bad thing to have. Some of the greatest inventors and people we look up to had just that rebellious nature, and questioned the things that were told to them. They looked beyond the norm and tried to find something better. In doing so they helped shape a better future for generations to come.

Nowadays my affiliation with punk is different then it used to be. I still play music and have funny haircuts and wear silly clothes, but it's not about being a party babe anymore. I don't have time for it. I'm more focused now on trying to live out my rebellion by working on and trying to teach the kids how to exist outside the box. We've started raising backyard chickens with the kids, as a lesson in responsibility for a living thing, as well as learning where your food comes from. We have a garden, we compost, recycle, create things out of trash, play music, pass on new ideas through books and music and social activities with the kids, cook together, eat together and talk. I still play music, and am involved with the "scene" as much as I can be, but the reality is that what we teach these kids is more important than how we spend a Saturday night. Not that time away is bad, it's definately a neccesity. But it comes second to our little monsters.

All I can hope as a parent, punk rock or not, is that our kids will be happy, healthy, smart and satisfied with their lives. To know that something positive we say resonates within them and blossoms into their own version, that helps them or the world, would be an added bonus. It would also be cool if all of them wanted to listen to heavy metal or punk rock records and cook me vegetarian food, maybe watch some trashy horror movies once in awhile when they get a bit older. But if they want to be republican cheerleaders, or hip hop fashion designers, run for congress.. or whatever they may be, i'll take that as long as they're happy .. and nice.. please let them be nice.

I learn something new everyday being a parent. About our kids, myself, the way my life has made me view this world, and how different yet similar that view is to what our kids are seeing these days. It's a crazy trip. And it's just beginning.

Melt the ass away.

Let's talk about the wonderful world of punk rock chicks and body image.

But first. A few updates. After only a few days, we got a call saying the carburator for the Peugeot has been rebuilt and she should be installed and up and running this evening. That sure was fast. Now if only it wasn't a million degrees outside I could pull out my sweet fake leather jacket and pop on my motorcycle boots and be riding around by this weekend. Reality is, I still have to get the thing licensed (50 bucks?)and buy some new tires.. which'll run about 75 bucks and probably take one of those moped safety clasees. bleh. Being responsible is no fun sometimes.

Alright. So the other day I mentioned my need to talk about my own health, for my own reasons. Little back story here. I've never been a small girl. I'm a good 5 feet 9, get my big boned body frame from some mysterious part of my family line that is not obvious in any of the living women in my family, and am one of those fortunate women with a metablism like a snail. Needless to say, putting on weight is much easier for me that taking it off. My weight has been an endlessly fluctating beast throughout my life. I've gone from chubby, to lean, to curvy, to dumpy, to fit .. and then I had a kid.

In the spectrum of weight problems, my issues are probably on the bullshit end to a lot of women with weight problems worse than mine. I had a friend say to me recently that when she looks in the mirror she doesn't see what's really there, and that applies to so many women, regardless of what size they may truly be, myself definately included. At this point in my life after struggling with self esteem and body issues i've finally discovered my happy body weight and what I need to do to deal with my issues with food.

I've never had an eating disorder. Other than being a die hard food lover. Which is why I chose to work in kitchens in the first place. And which is also part of the reason why my weight has fluctuated so much. I mean, you gotta taste it before you serve it.. riiiight? Throughout my life i've gone back and forth between vegetarianism, veganism, straight up meat eating, health food, not health food and everywhere in between. I've tried and loved almost everything.. except shellfish.. not a big fan at all. I wouldn't call myself a binge eater.. at times maybe.. but I am mos def a carb lover and fan of the Julia Child/french style of cooking that makes the best uses of heavy cream and butter, and lots of it.

Currently i'm at 174 pounds, which is not a bad weight at all, I know, but not where I would like to be personally. At my biggest pre-pregnancy weight I weight 203, or somewhere around there and was miserable and depressed about it. Though I may not have shown it to anyone but those extremely close to me. At my smallest I weight 148 pounds and felt great. I was fresh off a job in Yosemite National Park where I was very much in motion, took a new job working at a health food restaurant, riding my bike everywhere, learning capoeira and juggling and just living a very active lifestyle. When I moved back to Lafayette and fell in love I put on the standard 10 pounds of love.. or cajun food, however you want to look at it, and was still comfortable and happy (though of course a little complainey as us women tend to be). So, I was around 160 when I got pregnant. I put on 45 pounds with my pregnancy, the last 5 in the sad and anxious 3 weeks of past due my daughter put me through. At this point, i've taken off all but 14 pounds in the last year and a half. As a goal I would like to get back down to 160.. 150 would be awesome, but 160 is still cool.

Me as a kid.

Me at 23? Heavy, but not my heaviest.. for some straaange reason I don't have too many of those pictures saved on my computer.

Me at my smallest.

A full body shot of me at my healthiest and ideal weight. This is also just a super rad picture. I had some people tell me that I was too small at this weight. I'm pretty sure it was because they'd always seen me as thicker. This was right around 150 and as far as BMI indexes go I was just right at this weight.

38 weeks preggers?

Me at our first show as GUILTLESS last Saturday night. Not a bad weight, but still got some lbs to drop.

So punk rock chicks are not supposed to care about their looks. We're supposed to be these super tough, I don't give a fuck types, strong, independent, tough as nails. I am all these things, in certain ways. But if there's something i've discovered over the years about punker chicks, it's that we suffer from vanity, depression, self-esteem issues, pride and whatever other wonderful traits you want to chuck in there, just as much as any high class broad you can name. Sometimes more. I mean it makes sense. Punk rock chicks, though not all of them, dye their hair all the time and pump it full of products (aquanet/la loooks, etc), wear assloads of makeup (black eyeliner/megavolume mascara/red lipstick/etc), wear extremely tight and short clothes (fishnest/miniskirts/tight ass black jeans/altered super tight cool guy band shirts/etc) and spend just as much time if not more checking up on said things as other women.

Unfortunately for some of us, these standards of punk beauty aren't always friendly to bigger body types. They don't always make skinny jeans in plus sizes... actually come to think of it plus size skinny jeans is kind of an oxymoron. Though the world of fashion has become a bit more friendly to us luscious ladies, general clothing shopping can definately be a bummer.

I'm not going to go into some long rant about beauty standards being fucked up. We've all read it before. The whole media and societal whirlwind of heroin chic vs. curvy. Kate Moss vs. -insert 50s pin up model here-. That's not really what this was supposed to be about. I just want to talk about me. Me, me, me. Cause I am a vain punk rock chick and that's what this blog is for. What I will say is that even though I find all shapes and sizes of women beautiful and speak out like a good pseudo pc punker chick about aforementioned fucked up beauty standards, internally I am still greatly affected by them myself. And I think in our scene that's pretty normal. After years of struggling with my weight and finally getting to a place where all those issues were dust in the wind, I had a child and am finding myself having to fight against those issues again. I know that's fucked. I know it. But as anyone reading this that has had body image issues knows, it doesn't matter what you know is right or wrong. It's more of a feeling thing. A bad one. Deep in yer bones man!

So this is where i'm at. My recovery from a c-section was a long one. I didn't take any pain meds aside from motrin for my pain. I had to be that tough ass chick who didn't want to cross over anything into my breast milk so like a fucking mad person sufferend through weeks and weeks and weeks.. 12 weeks? of recovery. Plus my daughter was 9 pounds 4 ounces and I wasn't supposed to life over 10 pounds and of course didn't listen.. blah blah I'll talk about our birth story when I finally break through the wall I built up around it in my psyche. I decided to finally take the dive into a gym membership when I was ready. My penny-pinching fellow punk rock chick Katie found a gym that only cost us 10 bucks a month, so that didn't seem so bad. And I hit it pretty hard for a while. Then I got bored. and put back on 10 pounds and finally a few months ago realized I was unhappy again so i'm back at it.

I've been trying to stick with a 1600 calorie diet.. Just from working in restaurants and being a food nerd i'm pretty familiar with calories in food already, this isn't something where I walk around with a book of calories or anything, so my count is probably off on some days, but that's ok. I've been going to the gym monday thru friday with the weekends off, but once again, some weeks are busier than others. I do about 45 minutes of cardio and another 20 of strength training. In the last few months i've set up a system, and it may sound crazy but it's worked for me and my man both. He put on almost as much weight as me when we were preggers and of course he's lost almost all of it already. In the morning I weigh myself, mark it on my little Johnny Cash calendar and then go to the gym. I also highlight the days I go to the gym. I'm bad at coming up with excuses for not going so this system works because I look at that calendar in my kitchen every fucking day and there is no denying when i've been slacking. It's funny to write all this down. Feel a little guilty.

I've been a cook book reader forever. In the last 5 years or so i've become more interested in simple healthy foods. Not always cooking it, but reading about it. Lately i've been reading on blood types and food. Pretty interesting, though a bit of a bummer when I read that my blood type is not supposed to eat soy. Which had been a big staple in our mainly vegetarian diet. I've over eaten soy products for a while though and I know it. It's an easy and convenient vegetarian food, but too much of anything is not a good thing. So i'm slowly weening myself off of soy and have started to encorporate fish into my diet (bad vegetarian, bad!). Let me atleast say that I don't claim to be a vegetarian, but I do however encourage a mainly vegetarian diet, for meat eaters and veggies alike. I'm not a fad dieter, i'm more a person interested in reshaping my conceptions of food and working toward making sure our kids know what it means to be healthy, so we've been trying to eat a more balanced diet. Cliche I know, but I mean it, Lots of veggies, lean proteins, fiber, etc etc. Simple and healthy.

So I've been working in all these healthy food and exercise ideas i've read about into some sort of plan for myself and so far it's working. In the last 3 months of being pretty stable with it i'm down 14 pounds and feeling healthier, have more energy, etc. I've fluctuated enough over the years to know that nothing works unless you think long term, so that's the plan. once I get to a happy weight for myself i'll ween off of the 5 days exercise madness and work on maintaining. I'd like to get to my pre baby weight by the time my daughter turns 2 in December. I'm pretty sure I can do it. But mainly I'd like to get back to that place where I felt awesome in my head. Not crazy skinny, but healthy and strong and beautiful dammit!

This whole thing has been basically so I have it in writing that i'm trying to do this. I could say so much more about my issues with my body , but anyone reading this probably has the same issues and can fill in the blanks. I'm just gonna occasionally add to my list of updates how i'm doing with all this. Don't worry this isn't going to be a whole blog about how I lost 20 pounds and you can too. Just felt like talking about it today.

Guiltless.

It has been almost 2 1/2 years since i've written in this blog. After the initial post I wrote about finding out I was pregnant, I got a bit of an emotional backlash from my man's ex-wife over what I wrote. A bit of confusion I suppose over my style of writing. Still a little confused on my end about the whole situation. Either way, with all the emotions I had rolling as well as having to deal with other people's feelings I decided to put aside this thing for a while. A long while.

I feel like it's a standard for bloggers and zine writer to start with the statement "I'm not quite sure how to start this." So there, I said it. I guess I need to express to myself, if not to anyone else, what's goin on in this head of mine. So many things have happened in this chunk of time in between times. Our pregnancy story, which could fill a book, but i'll shorten for now by saying we intended on a beautiful water birth at home and ended up with a c-section by a man we now call Dr. Asshole/Dr. Death/Boots Mcgee/etc, after our daughter decided to wait almost 43 weeks to come out. Our band Blast Rag shittily breaking up over what i'll call dram queen bullshit. The birth of our beautiful daughter Luella Ann Marie Blanco, born kicking, screaming and shitting on Dec. 6th, 2010. The aclimation of our two families, moving, becoming a stay at home mom, taking a break from music, breast feeding, re-encorporating music into my life, learning to deal with family on a totally different level now that i'm a momma myself, vacations, music festivals, starting to work again, re-emerging into the scene as a mother and a ... not new.. but different, older, wiser (?) version of myself, chickens, gardens, bikes, love, hate, you know... soooo much stuff.

I'm just gonna go a bit at a time. Start with what's going on right now, fill in the blanks, I guess, as I go along. I don't think i'll be telling too many people that are close to me about this. For now anyways. It still makes me a little nervous.

Maybe a little bit about me would be appropriate right now. I'm 28 year old punk rock mamma. Currently a stay at home mom, with a decent history of working as a kitchen witch in some pretty good restaurants all over the place. I was born outside of Detroit where my mom's family is from, but spent the bulk of my childhood in and around San Diego. Teen years were spent back in Detroit after my parents split. Left home at 16 due to some serious family issues and to quench my own wanderlust. Somewhere along the line after a long series of moving around and around and around, I ended up in Lafayette, La ... for the second time. Where I fell for an old friend and am now helping to raise 3 kids (one natural for me, two from a previous marriage), 5 chickens, 1 pitbull named Jezebel, a guinea pig named Johnny Cash, a tarantula, and currently and exhaustingly a real nice pack of drain flies hovering around our compost container. I've played music since I like to remember in some good bands, some bad ones, some solo project... done some touring, recorded some stuff, and booked and played a long list of shows that i'm stoked to have been a part of. I'm pretty liberal, actually that's probably an understatement, but i'm not going too much further into that. Actually i'm not gonna go too much further into a bio at all for now. They'll be more. Later.

Last night was the first show for our newest project, Guiltless. Part thrash metal, part hardcore, a little Motorhead, a little doom, a little crust. Pretty much trying to tastefully combine all the genres we love without being too obvious. The show last night was with Raedon Kong (Good friends and lafayette locals playing heavy, post 90's noise, slightly mathy, ambient .. can I just say neurosis-ish in a good way? The sub genre thing can get a little confusing.), Red Shield (local doomers) and Windhand, the touring band from Richmond, VA. A power house of amps and members of bands like Cough, Alabama Thuderpussy, and facedowninshit. Very much an Electric Wizard worship band with female vocals, perfect amp tones and massive levels. It was a good show to open, and we nailed our set. Got in there, loaded in quick, blazed through a 26 minute set pretty much fuck-up free, broke down and reloaded our shit quick, caught some good bands and enjoyed the rest of the night. Got some awesome compliments, and not really any negative feedback. Actually, a most excellent and satisfying first show.

Juggling being a mommy and a musician is a complex but rewarding task. Me and my man make it work sometimes by sheer luck. We play music together, which helps and sometimes makes it harder. Constantly scheduling babysitters, pinching pennies to pay them, finding time for practices amongst a never ending series of daily grinds can get tricky, and a lot of times, extremely stressful..

There is also the struggle of overcoming your former party babe ways when diving back into the scene. This goes for being a non-musician as well, but I think gets a bit trickier when playing Rock-N-Roll. Rock-N-Roll and partying have pretty much gone hand in hand since the dawn of Rock-N-Roll, and don't worry I am well aware of the strange periods in American Hardcore and later in floor punch hardcore crapshit where everyone was all SXE and sometimes bizzarely violent about it (?).. I was too for a minute when I was 15. Well, not the violent part anyway.

Sometimes I feel like it's harder for my man than it is for me to be sober. I'm not sure if it's the guilty stay at home mommy side of me or what. I'm no angel, this may be controversial to some, but in the time from 8:30 til 1:30 in the morning I had 3.5 beers. I'm not sure what the math is on that and where I would be on that breathalizer test, but we did drive after our 3.5 beers to go get our kid from the sitter. We also purchased way too much Taco Smell on the way home and proceeded to eat it on the couch in our undies with Lu and watch part of a Willem Defoe movie before passing out together for what could have been a much longer night of sleep. Does this make me a bad mommy? I dunno, you tell me, i'm sure you will if you reeeally need to. It's hard to make an invisible line in your head of what is appropriate and what is not and then staying on the good side of it. We try though and I think all in all, though we may be a different breed of parents, we're good ones. We love our kids passionately and try our hardest to do right by them.

This morning we woke up early, well I woke up early, my man came later and cleaned up a sweet moped we've had in our shed for a few years now. It's a 1980 Peugeot tsm-u3, and it's fucking sweet. A few years ago the ol' man bought it off a friend for a hundred bucks after I found a busted broke as fuck suzuki in the trash. After much debating he finally "realized" that he should have give it to me in the first place and after trading an old drum set the Peugeot was tied up to the back of a good friend's truck today and on it's way to be cleaned up and put back in working order so mamma can have a little fun. Just to make myself seem like less of a bitch it should be known that my daddy taught me how to ride motorbikes when I was a wee one and it's all i've talked about wanting since me and the ball and chain got together so it burnt my lil ass up a bit when he went out and got a real cool guy nice moped cause I came home with the fucked up one... annnnnyways.

So yeah, it's been a busy and fun weekend so far, and this party is only halfway done! Wooooo! Tomorrow we might even cook some food and go swimming!! Weather permitting that is. Ahh domestication. It's the little things that excite and aggravate you.

I guess this is enough for one blogging episode. I know this may sound like a strange jump to make in subject matter, but i'd like to talk next about where i'm at with my body a year and a half after having my daughter. My life has been a series of body issues and weight ups and downs and though it may be against my punk rock nature to admit to weakness or talk about how I go to the gym all the time now, I'm just gonna let it out. For various reasons, mainly my own accountability to my own health, I might use this blog as an excuse to maintain my regimen at finding a healthy and happy body weight. We'll see, i'm gonna think on it tonight, and we'll find out tomorrow where i'm at with it.

So good night you few readers... if any.. Don't let the bed bugs bite, and if they do, shave and medicate yo shit.