Saturday, February 25, 2017

The day after...November 8th.

I've been thinking a lot since the election night. I remember my 10 year son and I watching the results on the computer while in bed. He would let me know what states went to Hilary or Donald. I had to pick up my oldest from work and I would get text messages letting me know what was going on. Bubba stayed up til 11pm before crashing. He hoped when he woke up there would be the first female president.
As we all know, that didn't happen. That night I was watching and crying. I'm an empath, whether you believe in that shit or not, I was devastated and feeling so much sadness from our country. I work at the Crisis Text Line, for those who don't know. It's a 24/7 crisis support via text messaging. It's amazing. We got a huge spike in our texters that night and the next few days. We say so many people scared of what is next for them. Scared of what will happen to their families, to themselves, to their friends. Honestly, I was scared for them too. I didn't have the answers, I only had that ear to listen and validate that this is all so fucked up.
The next morning, Bubba wakes up. He comes to me and says, I have a bad feeling in my gut that Trump won Mom. I confirm his feelings. Trump is the president. As he was getting ready for the day he came to me and said; Mom, I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of sad and happy people today because of the results. I think the best thing I can do is smile more today, be an ear for those who may be afraid, and just be there.
How the hell did I get so lucky to have amazingly compassionate kids. I believe it's learned behavior, and I'm proud of that.
I felt so sad for the next week and beyond, hearing all the stories, feeling all the feelings. I know it's cliche and I don't care but Trump is not my president. I will not support his hateful mission. My kids and I will continue to fight for those who don't have a voice. It's my goal, passion and commitment to fight for the users. The United States is better than Trump.

Yes, this is a serious post. Something I have been wanting to put down in paper for a long time now. I have moments of clarity and focus. This was one of those times. I can't be silly when talking about this.

This next generation of kids will change the world, and I know for a fact that my two boys will be in the front lines!

Friday, February 24, 2017

Holy Crapballs

I'm so honored to be speaking at that #BlogHer17 Conference this year! I will be there representing Crisis Text Line, my lived experience in mental health and also me and my so called blog! Aw SHIT! I haven't been up on my blogging. I guess I should start writing daily. Yea, I said Daily, you may get an influx of unwanted information from me. My so Called Blog...thoughts reeling here, should I go with the very early 90's esq of the show My so Called Life, within my blog? I have so many things that have happened in my life. Majority of it is comical. And if it wasn't it eventually became comical.
As, I'm typing this out, I'm laying in my bed, my sanctuary, I kid you not I could just build walls around this and live comfortably for the rest of my life. Of course, my family wouldn't be so happy about that. But while laying here tick tick tick away at the laptop computer I have the nastiest chest cold. My hubs says I sound like Donald Trump, "I am the best at having colds, nobody does colds better than me...". I feel I have a bit of the Kathleen Turner vibe going on right now, but as my friend Fred mentioned, she would slap me for making that comment.
All my blogs are so random, so unnecessary, so silly! But I really want to be able to produce things that you like, that you want to hear from me. Let me know how I can entertain you!!!!

I only have so many poops and butt jokes to go around. Though, if you know my family you know that it can become an endless source.

And scene.