Dead Celebs

Today is a sad day...Blanche has passed away. I loved Rue. I am sad for her passing and for those who loved her (in real life). But, what I am thinking about as I see comments on celebrity deaths is kind of B.S., in my oppinion. Gary Coleman passed...all of a sudden this nasty tempered little man is a saint who carried people through their childhood. Anna Nicole passed...all of a sudden this poor woman who was the ass end of everyone's jokes is a beloved, little lost girl who tragically passed. Who knew all those pills and alcohol could do that to someone!? And, of course, Michael Jackson. Is it only me or does anyone else remember the whole child molester thing? I realize he was never convicted but ALL the cards were stacked in the guilty direction. Yeah, he was a musical and marketing genius but COME ON!!!!! Normal people don't have sleep overs with children who AREN'T their own!
So, I guess my bitch is that people die then become saints in the eyes of the general public.
Just thinking out loud...No big news to you, I'm sure.

True Colours

I was colouring with my baby today and started to remember how I hated those safe little kids who would colour lightly...making it just so...making it perfect...I thought they were missing out on the magick of colouring. As Boston scribbled and squealed, I remembered how I would colour so boldly...deep, rich colours. I would press and push those crayons until they nearly broke. As I watched my boy draw whatever...scrawling lines and swirls...so pleased with his creations....screaming and shrieking how he did it...I remembered what passion feels like. The passion children feel when they express things that mean something special and magickal to them cannot be measured. I miss that passion...that zeal...that utter joy. As I watch my baby grow up, I am remembering who I was...who I AM. I like it...

Taoting Mo: The Never Ending Story

So, times are hard for everyone...I know this for a fact. I am not crying the blues saying my blues are bluer than your blues. But for the love of all that is Holy...I need a break in life! What am I doing here? I am talented and smart! Why am I constantly lamenting the woes of the po'??? I need to change my life. I need to NOT compromise ( for a freakin' change)! I need to cow girl the freak UP and not listen to anyone but ME!
I can do it! I know I can! But why, why, oh, why, do I need to ask others' oppinions? I am a fully capable and fairly functioning woman...why do I need approval??
Oh!!!!!! This is what dampens my soul and aches my heart! All of my life I have needed acceptance! No more, I am declaring on my blog of 2 followers!!!! No mo fo Mo!!!!! I want to scream...and rage...and pillage, for God's sake!!!! I am over it!!!!!
Love you...ciao, ciao...until next time...I bid you a sweet adieu....

My First Blog...What To Say What To Say...

Hi, my name is Mo. This is my first blog so be gentle with me :)
I am a wife, a mother, and an eccentric...As such, I have come to a place in my life where I am wondering where I fit in my life as ME...hence my need to blog!
I will be honest, I have NO IDEA how to start! The whole blogging thing is kind of a trip...on one hand, as a writer, I think it is a fabulous means of journaling...On the other hand, I wonder why the hell anyone really cares what I think or do daily! Am I so self inflated that I think my thoughts should be read by all? Well...yeah...I guess so lol...I mean, I am articulate, witty, smart, and confident...Am I?...Ummm...what do you think??...Oh, God, what if I'm not all of those things?! What if my mama lied when she told me how special I would always be?! What if my ex husband is right and I'm just a dramatic psycho?! What if you all hate me?!...Haha! Simmer the hell down now...I am not gonna use you as my therapist...well, not all the time anyway...and I can be kind of fabulous at times...and I'm fun! Fun, fun, fun!!!! So, relax...next time I come back, I will have something pretty freakin' profound to say...lol...Night. Mama needs to get to bed.