Happy Halloween!!!

Given my recent state of mind lately I have decided that going as an inmate in the psych ward was the most fitting costume. I had it all figured out....but then it morphed into a Mom who had been admitted to the psych ward with a calendar and to do list.  In the end thought I decided to go as ME 14 years ago!  Hair in a ponytail, lipstick smeared across my face, baby puke on my shoulder and a Cabbage patch doll posing as Ally I suddenly was transformed to my former self.  Of course I still wore the orange jumpsuit because quite frankly back then I should have been committed on most days.

Yeah....I'm sexy.

After a few hours unfortunately the sour cream I used for baby puke turned clear and ended up looking more like Monica Lewinsky's dress.  (my daughter Ally was so nice to point that out to me. ) My daughter of course looked gorgeous as always.  She could wear a paper bag and it would look like high fashion couture.

While everyone else chose the typical tv reality stars and zombies, I chose a much scarier concept.....facing the fact that becoming a new mom nearly drove me insane!   Don't get me wrong, my daughter is the best thing I have ever accomplished......that being said, I don't know who possibly thought that it was ok to send her home with me after giving childbirth.  I was 23.   I could barely take care of myself or our newly acquired puppy.  Children should have owner's manuals.  Upon leaving the hospital you have make sure your child has a name, the bills need to be paid and the hospital should be required to give u an owners manual and access to a 24 hour emergency hotline.  We can't drive cars without a license, we can't get married without a license, we can't open a business or build a house without a license yet, for some reason any person is allowed to have a child without any guidance.  No wonder each passing generation is more screwed up than the last!

Freaks? Oh ya.... you know it!

So after numerous attempts at blogging, I have decided to stop forcing a subject or topic and just let my life dictate what it is I say next.  My feeble attempts at weight loss are boring even to me and although I may share an interesting recipe once in a while, I am no chef or weight loss guru.

I have spent the last 14 years being a mom; a damn good one I might add.  My daughter is top of her grade, athletic, and for the most part polite (but let's be realistic, she's 14).  My husband and I were even told by her teacher last week that we should write a book about how we raised her.  Honestly, I think that was the biggest compliment I have ever received.  However, this blog will not be about that either.....well not always.  Let's face it, teenager's mistakes make some of the best stories, so one or two might come into play now and then.

It has come to my attention lately that my daughter is growing up and in a few years I will be left to rediscover who I am.  I know that I am not alone in this journey so any help I can get would be greatly appreciated.  My husband works away at a fly in camp and so he is gone half of the year.  I live in a town with no family and while I have a good "friend" base, it's just not the same. 

I will do my best to keep from revealing my family's secrets but for the most part none of them will even read this so who cares if some strangers know that we're a bunch of  freaks.  Hear that?  I think it's circus music.