Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year




Here is to a Happy and healthy New Year. What will 2015 bring for you?

Unlike last year where I sort of stagnated, I now have so many wonderful personal goals ahead, I just know it will be a great year!  I previously posted my Bat Fit goals (just scroll down if you want to read) so I won't repeat them here. I feel hopeful that this year will be spent less sick and more productive.

On the other hand, I just want to take a moment out to thank all those who have been following this blog over the past couple of months. Here's to a future, full year of blogging and hopefully more followers (hint, hint). So, thank you, merci, and if you do plan on celebrating tonight, please be careful. Don't drink and drive!

To all a good night!


Sylvie

xoxox

Monday, December 29, 2014

Bat fit 2015

My goals for this year's Bat fit challenge are:

(1) Do more sit ups, push ups, and lunges! I really need to tone my thighs and tummy. At my work, they have monthly challenges but I am usually too busy to do get to these on time.These usually start 5 minutes before my lunch, Ha! That's when everyone decides to call or come to me with questions! I also prefer exercising on my own, without people , especially without super athletic coworkers who are in shape gawking at me (or so it seems, it is probably not the case but I tend to be more self conscious when I know I suck at something so I think I am being gawked at!). I swear, for every one of my push ups (and believe me, I am lucky if I can do five of them) they are on their third! I originally participated in some of these challenges but I got busy and dropped out. I also originally thought that participating with my peers would bring out my inner competitiveness but nope. I guess I only get competitive when playing board games and videogames!  Which brings me to planning on doing these in the comfort of my own home at night in front of my TV! This is a better alternative than sitting on the couch and feeling uncomfortable.

I am guilty of this! Ha!

(2) Continue spending less time with, even cutting out, negative/toxic people from my life. I started doing this about two years ago and noticed almost instant results.

(3) Not let my anxiety control me. This means to take breaks, breathe, and start meditating again.

(4) Stick to a budget and save money. I have goals!I want a house! No more crazy neighbors in close proximity.

(5) It will be 4 years I worked at the same place, time to start thinking about a career and what direction I want my career to fall in. Right now, this is a job and I certainly do not see me being a receptionist for more than 5 years. It was a perfect job for me when I started but it is time for me to branch out. I learned what I had to learn!

(6) Definitely write more. This sort of tides in with number 5. I got to write some short stories and my novel I am working on. I wouldn't mind hopefully making an income off it one day, hey, even coffee money would be a nice start!

(7) DIY more. I have some projects on the back burner.


Last year, I got sick often. I was on antibiotics at least 6 times for strep throat and was even tested for mono - which came back negative. Phew!

I noticed that when I started to focus more on my personal creative projects (like this blog, for example) I have not gotten sick as often. In fact, I got sick only once and had to miss work for a really bad migraine once. Last year, the migraines were more frequent and a lot worse, which meant, I missed more work. 

Hopefully, these goals will help me better both mentally and physically.


I want to say thank you to Franny (curious Professor Z blog) for getting us involved with this challenge!



Saturday, December 27, 2014

What I did on my Christmas vacation

I am exhausted. I did not celebrate Yule as much as I wanted to but I think I am going to change this tradition next year! I sort of slacked off when I had a kid. It is hard to juggle everything. I worked until noon on Christmas Eve then I stopped off to pick up some last minute food items. I rushed home to start the preparations for the next day. I baked a cake and date squares. My husband helped out a lot with the cleaning. The following day, on Christmas morning, my son woke us up at 6am! He was very excited to unwrap his gifts. I made Turkey, stuffing and tourtiere, which it was made a few weeks before. Essentially, Tourtiere is meat pie with potatoes in it. I use three different kinds of meat. (lamb, pork and beef)  My mom came and seemed to enjoy the meal. Unfortunately, we were not much company because we were so exhausted and she left early. I think next year, I am going to do the festivites on the 24 instead.

On Boxing day, we headed down to my husband's aunts house. She owns a very old house. It is very gorgeous and she has so many beautiful antiques. It is always nice going there.

The weekend is being spent cleaning up after all the excitement. I am glad Christmas came but I am also glad it is over.


Some of the things I got. I apologize for the poor photo quality! 


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas!

First and foremost, I just wanted to say Merry Christmas everyone.

I got this from World Goth Day's Facebook page and thought it was cute.




To add to the festivities, a friend of mine posted this song on my Facebook page. I never knew Siouxsie sang a Christmas song, in French no less. I am such a bad goth, I know! Don't revoke my card now! I used to have to sing this very song with my classmates when I went to elementary school and attended mass when I was a kid. This brings back so many wonderful memories from when I was little and of my dad, which I previously posted about here. It like to say that this gem was a nice early Christmas gift and perhaps a sign that my dad really is watching over me! Enjoy!


Monday, December 22, 2014

Silly random thought of the day: The Internet me or whatever that is

Since I started blogging this summer, someone made a comment that I not only found amusing but sort of insulting. The comment was along the lines of  "having an Internet personality."
 What does that mean, anyways? I just smiled, said "oh okay" and walked away. I didn't put much thought into it at first. To be honest, the whole term "Internet personality" kinda makes me laugh. It just sounds so corny! I did later tell the person I thought the term sounded corny, by the way. I just like to blog. If people read it, all the better!

Thanks to the person making that comment, I really did start to ponder the meaning of "Internet personality" It sounds fake.Perhaps, I put a little too much thought into being insulted and perhaps taken that remark out of context, it makes me think about how many fake people there are and how insulting it feels that someone tried to include me in their number! I don't play a goth on the Internet or post about a fictional family. I am married with a kid, in real life. I like to post about being involved in a subculture while being a working parent at the same time. I post about other things too because I think it is healthy to have outside interests.I am not a one dimensional person!

I blog because it is fun, I love to write, I need a past time to keep me sane and keep my mind occupied. It is easy to do. Hell I am blogging right now in my pyjamas! I don't need to go anywhere!

That being said, the person gave me the impression I have fun "playing on the Internet"  Well, duh! Who doesn't have fun "playing on the Internet" with unlimited information, videos, multimedia at your fingertips?


Source

I got the impression that I write fiction or I tell stories. Yes, I do sometimes tell a good tale but these are actual events that have happened to me in my life. If I make people question something, ponder, or even think "bah, this chick bores the living daylights out of me" so be it! I have done my job! I like to help people and if I can give advice or useful tips along the way, why not? Hell, if I need advice on something, I know I can blog post about it and get answers on the subject! If I can make someone laugh by being silly, why not? If I can just give a good old fashion rant too, why not? Life is too short to be serious all the time.

What you read is what you get. I may not always write about every little single thing that has happened to me because let's face it, that would be boring. My life isn't that exciting. I do write about the little moments that inspired me because those moments count the most. Even this one here! Who knew a reverse witch burning would be so fun to write about! These moments are what makes life worth living. I do not pretend to be someone else, I write about my life because I often find humour during the difficult times and if I can make others laugh along with me, why not?



"Little things used to mean so much to Shelly- I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial." - Eric Draven, The Crow

Friday, December 19, 2014

Sylvie's sanity keepers

Working as a receptionist in the industry I am in this time of the year is insane. I work in fashion and we sell to retailers and also do e-commerce, so you can imagine the types of phone calls that come in!  I know I am not the only one who is going through chaos at the moment, which gives me some comfort.

 I am always tempted to eat chocolate, especially when I am crazy busy but I do limit my intake. A chocolate bar has tons of sugar and calories. I opted for the 50% cocoa or 80% cocoa variety. I eat two squares and I am happy. So delicious!Not as many calories as a regular chocolate bar! I also get my fix that way.

I drink tea. I listen to music ,in fact I posted about something similar here about music. I get up and walk around for five minutes. We have a room with a punching bag and I have used it in the past. I really need boxing gloves, damn, that thing hurt my hand!

I also call my husband and bitch to him about all the things that annoyed me that day and I tend to find humour in difficult situations. I once told my boss that I was "reeling from crisis to crisis like a drunken sailor".  If there is a difficult customer at reception or on the phone, I think about what Krampus would do to them! It keeps me smiling where in reality, there are times I really do want to stab myself with a dull object.

What are your office survival tips?





My messy drawer. Look! I got black folders/hanging folders! A nice coworker gave me those stickers because I love Hello Kitty. I often give them to the kids who walk in. I got my Magic Bag, which is now the communal Magic Bag because I lend it out to anyone who may need it. Buried underneath are boxes of different kinds of herbal tea.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

How a wonderful person left footprints in the sand for me

Today Gothlings, I am going to write about my dad. With Holiday time fast approaching, I tend to miss him the most during this time of the year. He passed away when I was 20 years old.

He helped shape the person I am today in so many ways. I think if it weren't for his love, support, and guidance, my life could of been a hell of a lot worse. Even today, I take comfort to his words of wisdom he spoke to me over 15 years ago!

On a more personal note, growing up, I always considered myself the black sheep of the family for various personal reasons. I just never completely felt like a full fledged card carrying member. Looking back, while I still don't always think I "fit in" with most of my family members, I realize now, as an adult, a lot of me feeling like the black sheep was more my negative attitude than anything. I like to think I have a great relationship with the family members who matter and the ones who don't, well my time is better spent elsewhere.

I always had that black sheep in the family chip on my shoulder and my father knew it. I once told him as a teenager that "I didn't belong here". My dad wanted to show me I belonged. I love unicorns so he bought a unicorn key rack for the front hall. It was a place for me to put my keys on when I came home. He also planted deep, dark violet flowers in his garden in tribute to his goth daughter.  The video in this post here kinda makes me think of my dad and those flowers.

A picture of a picture cause I misplaced the cable for my scanner.!
When I denounced my Catholic faith and declared I was a practicing Pagan, my dad did not hold me back. In fact, he took me to the local magic shop and bought me books, candles and incense. He even told me that my grandmother used to read tea leaves and didn't seem phased that I was learning to read the tarot cards.

Despite his very conservative views, he still went to the goth stores with me and even bought me my first corset. He was amazed that the store had several coffins and one of them was second hand.

My dad loved Halloween as much as I do. He would take me trick or treating and he would get dressed up too. This meant wearing this very scary and realistic looking "deformed old man" mask that really did scare the crap out of some of the neighborhood kids!

In a lot of ways, I like to think my dad had a strong gothic aesthetic, although he is probably rolling in his grave at the thought of it. Pun intended! You see, not only did he love Halloween, he introduced me to Boris Karloff and early monster movies! He also dressed very gentlemanly. Dress pants and a nice button down top were his go to outfits. He believed jeans were meant for working in the yard! He also wore a very long leather trench coat- which he gave me after I begged and begged for it. He sometimes walked with a cane and a fedora. He loved classical music and introduced me to musicals. No surprise here, my favourite musical to this date is the Phantom Of The Opera!

Sometimes I feel robbed. For many years, I felt abandoned and alone because my whole world came crashing down after he died. He was my biggest fan and there were times I felt like he was the only one who believed in me and loved me when I wasn't able to do so myself. Getting married was hard too. He wasn't there to walk me down the aisle.

We respected each other's beliefs and loved me unconditionally. He saw the person - the woman I am today and helped push me towards that direction. He never cared about my blue hair or what kind of clothes I wore, although he made it no secret that he wished I wouldn't chose to wear those things. I still remember when I came home with that blue hair. His eyes popped out and he just stared at me in silence. After he put his eyeballs back in it's sockets, he told me "I don't like it but I still love you."  My dad claimed he was a practical man. He felt like my love for poetry was a waste of time. I never understood his religious beliefs since he was a "practical man, after all"

Despite all that, I found a poem called "Footprints in the Sand" which is basically about a man who questions God . All his life, he saw two sets of footprints. One set was his, the other set of footprints were God's. During the most difficult times in his life, the man only saw one set of footprints and he questioned God about that: Why would God abandon him during the most difficult times of his life? The response the man got from God was "when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you"

When I turned 18, which is legal age where I am from, he bought me a silver and gold cross pendant as a birthday gift. In the middle of the crucifix, their is a circle and inside that circle, you see a set of footprints. On the back of the pendant it is inscribed the final sentence of that poem: "when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you" He told me that whenever I felt like I was alone or that I didn't belong, it really wasn't true. He was there for me and always will be, no matter what. He felt like the pendant was something we both could share and as a reminder that I was never truly a black sheep. I also take comfort knowing that although he's no longer in this physical world, he is still watching over me from wherever he is.

source:collectalotshop.com - because my pendant needs some serious cleaning and isn't as shiny as this one!

I like to say, despite many mistakes I made, I believe that he really is proud of me. During the happiest times of my life, I knew he was there cheering me on. During the hardest times of my life, there was really one set of footprints. I know he carried me through it all. 

Is there someone that left a set of footprints in the sand for you and are you are missing that person this time of the year? How come? I challenge you to do a blog post about it!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

What does a singing tree, big hair and a Christmas party outfit have in common?

My mom keeps everything and it was no surprise she kept this singing Christmas tree she purchased well over 10 years ago. My mom is a little nuts and still is convinced that children would love this toy but it is not only annoying, it gives young children nightmares! It has sensors so whenever you walk by it or make a motion next to it, it goes off. It sings loudly, it's eyes blink and it has a mouth that moves.  For a while, my mom would collect these annoying Christmas trinkets. She has a moving Santa Clause and Mrs. Clause, a sleeping Santa in a bed that snores, you name it. The tackier, the better!

I want to eat your soul!

My son and I were visiting her a couple of weeks ago and out of curiosity, I asked her if she still had that tree. It seems like almost every kid in my family was scared shitless of it. I think my mom just likes scaring young children! One of my nephews, who was around my son's age at that time, ran away and hid! He kept telling us "eyes, eyes" and my mom had to put the tree away because it scared him so bad.

I was wondering whether or not my little one would be afraid of it, so perhaps I take a little after my mother, believe me dear readers, I am shuddering over that thought! On the other hand, the way I see it, my son is accustomed to seeing things you normally don't see in normal people's houses. By this, I mean cute decorations with the occasional skull or bat, maybe a few gargoyles, nothing that could potentially harm him later on. Perhaps this won't make me "Mom of the year" but my curiosity got the better of me.

His reaction? Turns out, my son was not afraid of the tree. Out of several children, including family members and neighborhood kids, he was the only one who liked it. He loved it so much, he would dance around whenever it would play. My mom offered to give it to us but we declined. We knew he would play the thing so often we would be tempted to throw it out the window by the end of the day. It was better left at Grandma's for him to play with it and drive her crazy over there! Besides, my mom should be happy. At least one kid likes that frigging thing!


Now for the big hair and party outfit. This is what I wore to my company's Christmas party. It was a lovely evening, although, I wasn't quite fond of the electronic dance music they played. I swear it had the same beat and rhythm all night! It was nice talking to co-workers out of the office although I wish I didn't have to yell while doing so.






Friday, December 12, 2014

13 gift ideas for the goth in your life

For those wondering what to get the little gothling in your life? Fear not, I have made a list!


Source: antemortemarts.com


(1) You can always adopt a bat in your gothling's name. I know I posted this previously but you can always go to Batworld Sanctuary by clicking here for more details. For fellow Canadians, you can also adopt a bat though the Canadian Wildlife Foundation. where you can name a bat, get a stuffed animal, info about bats and white nose syndrome.

(2) Go to itunes or your local Cd shop and buy some goth classics such as: The Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and The Banshees, Joy Division, The Cure. You can also get goth compilation CDs. Those were great when I was young and new to the goth scene (before the Internet days!) as it introduced me to some new bands.

(3) Anything Nightmare Before Christmas related.

(4) A skull mug. Even better, add some loose tea with it - which leads to.....

(5) Want a loose tea idea? I thought this Edgar Allan Poe tea was pretty neat, sold here on Etsy

(6) Why not a book? I suggest  Gothic Charm School by Jillian Venters, The Goth Bible by Nancy Kilpatrick, The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice to name a few. I am also very fond of Holly Black especially her Modern Faerie Tales series. If your little Darkling likes comics, Roman Dirge (Lenore) James O'Barr (The Crow) and Neil Gaiman (Sandman) are good. You might want to make sure the little gothling doesn't have these books already in his/hers bookshelf, though.

(7) Good Goth has some pretty neat soaps, perfumes, scented oils, etc. Check it out here

(8) Black candles, can't go wrong!

(9) Black nail polish, can't go wrong!

(10) Anything that has bats, monsters, horror related would also make a pretty cool gift. The Occasional bat has some really cute items.

(11) The Crow, lets be honest if your gothling doesn't own a copy of this movie or anything related to it, you need to buy them some!

(12) A pale cover up or foundation such as Stargazer or Manic Panic Goth white.

(13) Black lipstick!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

L'il Drac and the batties

I am participating in Goth Gardeners contest! I am going to talk to you about bats and how they help the environment. I am also going to talk about a cause that is very close to my heart; Bat World Sanctuary. If you are wondering what to get a Gothling for Christmas, why not adopt a bat via sponsorship in the little Darkling's name? Hint! hint!

While the majority of people fear bats, what they don't always realize, they play an important part in the environment. Bats help pollinate plants and spread seeds. They also help control insects. Bats eat large numbers of insects, including the kinds that damage crops. A brown bat can eat more than one thousand insects the size of a mosquito in one hour. This certainly helps us reduce in pesticides and helps reduce the amount of chemicals polluting the environment.

According to Batworld Sanctuary's website, Batworld.org,"fruit and nectar bats bring us approximately 450 commercial products and over 80 different medicines through seed dispersal and pollination. Up to 98% of all rain forest regrowth comes from seeds that have been spread by fruit bats. Insect-eating bats are literal vacuum cleaners of the night skies, eating millions upon millions of harmful bugs. They protect us by eating insect-pests that destroy crops as well as insects that cause human disease."

 Batworld Sanctuary is a a non-profit organization ran by volunteers and they rescue all kinds of bats, for example, bats that were orphaned, injured, confiscated from illegal pet trade, retired from zoos and research facilities. They all can find shelter (sometimes permanent) within Batworld Sanctuary's walls.

Be forewarned. You will need Kleenex when you watch this video. I have seen this several times and I still tear up, each and every time!This is an example of some of the wonderful work they do over there:



Monday, December 8, 2014

An early Christmas gift

I got hit with a really bad stomach bug yesterday and spent my day sleeping it off. I try to post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (or Saturday) and sometimes, I write my posts in advance whenever something happens that inspires me. This is one of those posts. It made me feel better and I am sure a lot of us can use some Christmas cheer on this rather cold, Monday afternoon.

It is ritual. Every time I drop my son off at daycare, he questions the charity collection box they put up for Christmas. It was beautifully wrapped by one of the parents and it is right next to his "cubby" where he puts his coat, boots, gloves, and hat so we cannot miss it.

Every morning, I have to answer the same questions and tell him that the box was there for us to give toy donations so children can have something for Christmas. I explained that Mommies and Daddies have to give Santa money for presents so he can pay his elves to make the toys for him. Not all Mommies and Daddies have money for toys so we give used and new toys to the elves. They clean up the used toys and gift wrap them so the children can have something on Christmas morning. Not all children get gifts because not all parents are able to give Santa money for presents.

He picked out some toys he wanted to donate. I laughed when he told me that it was ok to give them away because he will get new ones for Christmas!

What he said next, made me beam with pride and I had tears in my eyes. He said "no one should not have toys on Christmas" When I reminded him that he may not get that toy back on Christmas morning, he got angry and said "I don't want it back. No children, no boys, no girls are not going to get toys. I want a little boy to have these toys"

 There you have it. This was indeed a proud mom moment and the best gift anyone can ever give me.




Saturday, December 6, 2014

Makeup haul time because I got the golden ticket!

I am very fortunate. I get offered tickets to this exclusive sale right near my house. I got an invitation to the l'Oreal sale! I forgot that there was a sale going on being so busy with work but my boss reminded me the other day. "It is the last weekend for the sale", she cautioned. I immediately snatched the ticket and thanked her profusely. I don't always have access to these tickets. My boss only gets a certain number. I always have tons of friends asking me for a ticket or to come with me (you are allowed to bring one guest). I will try but don't be too disappointed when I can't. Each ticket, you are allowed two visits. Someone already used my ticket so I had the last visit. This sale goes on twice a year, usually in the late fall/early winter and the spring.

I then debated my plan of attack. What do I need? Shampoo, hair dye? What kind of makeup do I need? They do not always carry the same things on each sale. Last sale, I stocked up on hair dye, this sale, I stocked up on makeup. It all depends when you go and what they have. I then debated on when I should go. If I go on my lunch, there are less people. If I go right after work, there would be maybe less people. In the past, the huge crowd shows up after supper time.  If I go Saturday, unless it is super early right when they open, I will have to wait, outside for about 45 minutes in the cold!

I decided since I need makeup. I had virtually no make up left and those counters take a while, to not risk being late for work after lunch, I will go Friday after work. I invited my niece along who likes to stock up on shampoos and conditioners. I think she really likes to come because she gets a kick out of watching me flip out over the makeup. I am really like a kid on Christmas!

I just felt like I did a nice job on my makeup that morning that I would share here! Bad hair day but at least i had nice makeup for work

We were lucky, we didn't have to wait in line in the cold. The inside was packed. Be prepared to squeeze in at the counters and people will run into you. People go crazy there! I sometimes refer to it as a mini mosh pit. I checked the Lancome counter but there wasn't much there. I realized I missed a counter because there were so many people there. They had my beloved BB cream. In stores, I pay $12.99 for this tiny bottle, they were $5.75 each. I stocked up on 6! There were no hair dye this time. I did see a few boxes when we walked in but they were not really the ones I like.

Needless to say, I got quite a good haul. I even bought my son shampoo. I saved lots of money and won't need to buy makeup or shampoos/conditioners for a while. I couldn't resist. Most of them were $2.00 a bottle! We were exhausted by the end of it but we decided to go eat at the Chinese buffet afterwards. We then proceeded to go to Target and Walmart.My niece helped me pick out my sister's gift.

Even my son got shampoo!

I thought I would display one of each item I got. Ignore the rips on my vanity table's chair. I need to fix it, Stay tuned for a DIY project! Ha! I really don't need eyeshadow but they had the black tattoo thingy there and I liked the colors on the other one.

A better view of the eye shadows

A better view



I also came across this video on my Facebook feed this morning. I thought it was pretty neat. It is about 100 years of beauty. This model is showcasing makeup/hairstyles though out the years. I love the 20's,30's,40's and 50's! 


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Trouble With Tribbles and how I was doing it before it was cool!

I am sure we all experienced it. There is always someone. Be it a family member, an acquaintance, co-worker or neighbor, there is usually ALWAYS someone there that looks down on you due to your lifestyle choices. This would be understandable if I were to be a murderer, drug user, or doing anything illegal but I am not. I am being looked down on because of the way I dress. That I openly admit that I am part of the goth subculture. I look weird. I am a "freak" and "not normal". I am not as good as they are because of the choices I make over MY OWN PERSONAL APPEARANCE.

Some people are more blatantly obvious than others with their remarks, some people will call you a silly nickname in guise of only joking. Don't get me wrong, I have a sense of humour and can take a joke. I make fun of myself all the time!  You know these people are showing you their sense of disproval, you can tell by their not-so-subtle yet "only joking" remarks. You know they are totally serious, you know they are insulting you but the moment you confront them for being an ass, they play victim. They tell you that you are being overly sensitive or you are doing it for attention. You can't take a joke and my all time favorites are: "it was all a misunderstanding" or "it would be easier if you dressed like everyone else then you wouldn't have to go through this"

I ignore these people but like a bad rash, they keep coming back. They are like tribbles!

Souce:google images, Star Trek, The Trouble With Tribbles


These are usually pretty vanilla people. They couldn't conceive a creative thought even if it were to hit them on the face with a shovel!

This is probably why they like to rag on you.

What really rots my socks is when these said people critcize you for doing a certain thing. It could be trivial like giving your kid a mohawk, getting a piercing, tattoo or dying your hair a certain color because it is not within the mainsteam. They do this to your face and behind your back. It becomes a "thing" even though it is none of their business anyway.

Next thing you know, they are doing the same god damn thing as you because some celebrity did it or it is the new fashion trend and they just have to fit in.It annoys me. Mainstream fashion will take something from a subculture, make it trendy and people like these eat it up although they originally criticised you for doing the same thing in the first place. The only difference, they criticised you because you did it before it became trendy. You weren't following the norm. I know, I know, I sound like a Hipster! "I was doing it first!"



I know I shouldn't let it get to me. I should feel priviledged and so forth but I don't. It annoys the crap out of me. I don't follow the latest fashion trends, I wear what I like! I do sometimes get clothing in mainstream stores but that is just because whatever is the "in thing" at that time coincides with the clothing I personally like to wear.  Hell, I even buy brand name alternative clothing items. I can't always say that I am "oh so original" yet I express myself with things I like, not to follow what everyone is wearing, even if it is within the subculture. Yes, Gothlings, some of us do it to each other too. I have heard many times. If you like a certain band amongst the other "proper goth bands"or you wear a certain piece of clothing, you are a poseur! Really? That Special Secret Goth Cabal (Thank you Jillian Venters) must be real busy!

I guess you can say, it is the general attitude from these Tribbles, I mean people, that just grate on my nerves. If it is in style, it is ok but the moment you do what you like to do and what makes you happy, out come the pitchforks!

On a more pleasant side, at least I know that I and all those like me, who dances to the beat of their own drum ,will always have a special place in society. We are often known to be innovators and creative geniuses. Note the snarkiness and sarcasm at the genius remark...OK OK...we all know I am a creative genius! So there!

Monday, December 1, 2014

Music spotlight: The Vampire Beach Babes

My husband introduced me to this band! I think it was even before we started dating and we were just friends. He came over to my house and brought over a compilation CD for us to listen to. The song "Gothic Surf-A-Rama" came on at the end. I thought it was so funny that I actually looked this band up and learned they are fellow Canadians from Toronto, Ontario. Hey, this is something to be proud of! A side from Skinny Puppy,there are not many bands from Canada that are considered alternative/goth. I don't know about other provinces but I am sick of hearing Celine Dion, Avril Lavigne, Arcade Fire on the radio. It is nice that I can say there is some music I enjoy that are Canadian. If you are into the Gothabilly/surf style music, this would probably be the go-to band to listen to. I like to tell people that this is the Beach Boys gone goth. Enjoy!

Gothic Surf-A-Rama below!




The song "Gothmobile" is another one of my favourites by this band, see below!


Saturday, November 29, 2014

November homework: our babies

This month's homework assignment is our babies! As most of you know already, I have two furbabies and one of the human variety.  I already posted about my two cute little felines Merry and Pippin. I also posted about my son when he turned four.  There are many many posts about my son or being a gothy mommy. If you want to read more, you can always check out my child rearing tag as well.

With that being said, this whole blog is really about a working goth mommy. I figured for this homework assignment, I will do something a little different and fun. I wanted to share with you some really silly, funny stories I tell my son. I never knew I was good at coming up with stories until I became a parent!I hope you will get a laugh at them.

My son has a favorite stuffed animal. In fact, this monkey was his favorite comfort plush since he was about two months old. He was very little at that time and did not want to part with his beloved Mr. Monkey, even if it meant that it was covered in vomit or food or other gross stuff. I told him that there was a magical place for children's favourite stuffed toys. It is called the monkey wash. Mommies and Daddies call this service to have an airplane come pick up the stuffed animal to bring it to the wash. After the stuffed animal gets washed, the airplane brings Mr. Monkey back home. He only has to wait for a little while then he will get a happy and clean Mr. Monkey, ready to be cuddled. Mr. Monkey isn't happy because he is all dirty.  It worked! Once, when he wasn't looking, we took Mr. Monkey out of the dryer, placed him by our front door and knocked. He was so excited to see the monkey waiting for him.
About 3 months old here.

At Christmas time, we tell him the birds, squirrels, and our cats, Merry and Pippin run to the North Pole and report to Santa about his behaviour. Last year, he questioned us about buying wrapping paper, after all, the elves are supposed to wrap the gifts, right? He is too smart for his own good but I thought up a good reason real fast.I told him that at night, we tie a sleigh to the cats, just like the reindeers and they run to the Northpole to deliver the wrapping paper. He is a little smarter this year, he got all worried about the cats running away or getting hit by a car. Again, I thought real quick and told him that the elves opened up a secret passageway of underground tunnels!

Friday, November 28, 2014

I love being tagged! Wheee! Fun things! Blogvember challenge


Tagged by the super awesome Ms. Laura Morrigan

Thank you!

These are the questions in the blogvember challenge:


What is the best thing about blogging?'

I sort of covered that in this post here where I hit my 10k page views. On the other hand, blogging is a lot of fun and I got to make new friends from all over the world. It helps me be creative when the day job gets too mundane.

What makes my blog special?

Special? Well, I'm "special" in many different ways, ha!ha! Honestly, if my blog is special, it is for several reasons. I noticed there are not a lot of "goth working mommy blogs" out there and I wanted to show readers that this isn't always some phase we grow out of. I also got tired of being told "now that you are a mom now, you should be normal". It doesn't mean I had a kid, I should stop all the things I enjoy doing as long as there is a healthy balance. I tried the normal thing, it was the most depressing time of my life!  I also try to add a little bit of everything in my blog, not just mommy stuff because that gets boring. I like variety. Another thing that makes this blog special are my readers. I said it before, it always makes me smile when people comment or when I am told that they like reading my blog, Awww, ain't I sweet?

How does my blog look in a year?

I hope it is still fun to read, there will be more sarcasm and more silliness!

Which was my best post?

Good question. I like all my posts. Believe it or not, my most popular post so far is about my trip to the dentist. I like all my posts but I had the most fun writing this one here (advice I wish I received as a Baby Bat). I did laugh at myself and it was fun to look back at all my stupid mistakes.

What other blogs / bloggers inspire me?

All blogs inspire me.


My three nominees are Goth Gardener, Mary from Mourning Glory Designs, and Spookieness

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

To hell with corporate dress codes!

You know what it is like on a Monday morning, your alarm goes off and you just don't feel like going to work. We all get that from time to time, I like to call it the "Monday bug" and it is especially strong for me this time of the year. We are getting lots of people coming in, the phones are busy, by the end of the day, I am drained from all that social interaction. I am incredibly busy and there are many times, I wish I could split myself in two in order to get the work done faster! The top is pretty fashionable but the bottom is probably something better to be left for home if your company has a strict dress code. Luckily for me, I can get away with wearing this skirt. Again, I am sitting at my desk, I don't go overboard with makeup and I don't wear this skirt all the time. It is nice that I can wear things I really like. I was super productive!


For the record, I am wearing leggins underneath and I avoid bending over LOL

And naturally, the following day, I decided to wear a dash of color. Look, it's dark blue! I figured it was a fair exchange for the tu-tu skirt from the day before! Ha! Ha!

I swear, it's blue! LOL

Just take the damned picture already!

Monday, November 24, 2014

The mistakes of a former mallgoth/baby bat


I have had many experiences in my life but one particular experience stands out. This experience, as horrible as it was for me at that time, helped shape the person I am today. In a lot of ways, you can say that I am even thankful for the people involved who did what they did and said what they said. This post is going to be a long one. If you want to skip, skip. If you want to read, read on! Hopefully, any younger gothling randomly searching the net could find some comfort in this post. This is really about how I was harassed and bullied by my peers when I was younger. The comments are going to be screened on this post because it is of personal nature. This post is probably going to be "troll bait"!

If I could teach my son one lesson in life, it would be to not give into gossip, to really do apply that "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" mentality. I would also hope and try my hardest to make sure he has the self confidence that I didn't have at that time to ignore the bad rumors and not retaliate. It just shows how far a bunch of kids would go to when it comes to that not Goth enough philosophy. Two wrongs don't make a right. I could have been a better person and walked away but I had to give into my angst.

This was around the time I was slowly coming out of the whole embarrassing baby bat/ mall Goth phase. I still made questionable wardrobe choices but they were not as bad as they were in the beginning. Don't get me wrong, they were still there, believe me, but I was starting to grow out of it...slowly!

Obviously, I was very touchy about being a poseur because I was just getting into and falling in love with the subculture. It also didn't help that I was friends with people that were much, much older than I was and were in the subculture for a while. It was helpful that these elder gothlings took me under their proverbial bat wings and helped steer me into a less embarrassing direction but it was very hard to keep up with them! I think it was more me putting that added pressure on myself to keep up with them than they were really putting on me.

Aside from my older friends who were in their early twenties, I was also friends with this one girl who attended the same high school as I did. She was alternative and we often hung out with another girl together. For their privacy sake, I shall name them Samantha and Amber.

The three of us hung out frequently, we often practiced Wicca together and all was good for some time, until one day, I started seeing this cute little gothling boy. It usually takes a boy to ruin a friendship and this is one of those stories. I was so happy and proud to show off my new darkly clad squeeze toy that I invited Samantha and Amber over at my house to meet him, after all, they heard me talk about him constantly.

Samantha was obviously attracted to my boyfriend, even admitting so and started to hit on him. I did pull her aside to confront her about it but she denied everything and implied I was being paranoid. I decided to drop it, not wanting to cause an argument, but a few days later, I confided into another "friend" about Samantha's behavior. It really did upset me she would do something like that because I thought we were such good friends! This third party told me that she thinks Samantha was jealous of me and that Samantha said I was really a poseur. Now being sensitive to the whole poseur business, after all, I was new to the whole Goth scene and took great offense to it at that time, I started saying how Samantha and Amber were poseurs all around. Don't ask why I pulled poor Amber in this mess but I guess I was on a roll!

I was fuming. Not only did Samantha hit on my boyfriend but she was telling people I was a poseur! Please keep in mind dear readers, I was about sixteen/seventeen years old at that time, this was the equivalent to the impeding apocalypse here! Today, as I write this, while listening to my son watch Scooby Doo playing in the background on TV, I can't help but laugh at the pettiness of the whole situation. Things sure have changed since then!

Anyways, I told Amber that I thought Samantha was a poseur and a fake. I told Samantha the same thing about Amber. I admit, I should have probably kept my big mouth shut and stopped speaking with Samantha but spreading those rumors made me feel better about everything. It made my own insecurity over not being Goth enough not seem so bad because I was doing it to someone else. Not one of my most redeeming moments, I know!

Obviously, the two compared stories and next thing I know, they both show up at my house to give me back my stuff. In turn, I returned their stuff to them.

Amber just pretty much stayed away from me but that wasn't enough for Samantha. Every time she saw me, she started yelling at me in the street. I admit, what I did wasn't very bright and I should have confronted her all along but while she was at my house to get her stuff back, she was civil with me. Here she is, from a safe distance, with her friends no less, yelling things at me from on top of her lungs, from across the street.


The gossip didn't stop. All my secrets I confided in her, she told everyone. Some people just stopped talking to me altogether. One person, I thought I was very good friends with gave me such a horrible cold shoulder when I ran into her. I asked her what I did to her personally. She called me a hypocrite and walked away! Alright, I admit, I probably got what I deserved here but that friend saying what she said and walking away from me, hurt a lot. I remember cancelling my plans I made for that night, turned around and went straight home. I spent the night listening to The Cure and bawling my eyes out in my room.

Thankfully, I had those older friends I hung out with downtown, otherwise, I don't know how I would have made it through this. It always feels like the whole world is out to get you but it is always only a select few that go out of their way to make your life a living hell. I was a shy person back then and when people would make a scene (i.e.: Samantha yelling at me in public places) always embarrassed the hell out of me. I used to get prank phone calls all the time too. I was constantly being harassed by whom I could only assume would be Samantha and her friends. That summer, I didn't want to leave my house in fear of running into her.

I also would meet someone around my age who went to the same high school (some from different schools even) and they would ask me about it! To this day, I bet people remember this whole incident and come to their own conclusions about me. I am not trying to get pity here, I have paid for my mistake many times over, believe me. I just feel for what I did, I didn't deserve to be harassed, especially with my folks who answered those prank calls her and/or her friends made in the middle of the night.

I remember getting panic attacks before I would leave to go downtown. I remember my dad and best friend at that time telling me that I should not let that girl control me. I have every right to go out and have fun and to just ignore her. The people who matter didn't believe everything that Samantha was saying about me anyways and just accepted that I was only human who made a dumb mistake. So what? I acted out in anger, I made a wrong choice. I hurt her and I paid for a hundred times over, time to move on! If I stayed cooped up, I would just show everyone that Samantha was right. I had something to hide. Yes, what I did wasn't right but let's be honest here, she was a lousy friend in the first place! She was really doing me a great service because the people who did care for me, stuck by me. I knew who my real friends were! I am so grateful for these friends who risked their own reputation (remember, high school, popularity contest) for me. I think if it weren't for my older friends and the select few peers who stood by me during those times, I would have ended up doing something really drastic and hurting myself in the process. It was nice to have people hold me up. If anyone of these old high school friends read this, I wasn't able to express it at that time but thank you. Being my friend meant a lot to me at that time and you have no idea just how much you held me up. While I may have not been able to fully express my appreciation back then, I sure as hell can today! Thank you! In my opinion, you deserve to be acknowledged over the "interwebs"!

School started again in the fall. I attended a different school but Samantha's best friend Rebecca (name changed for privacy) was in some of my classes. This was an alternative school and classes were very small. In fact, the whole school had maybe 75 students. It all started again. I couldn't walk down the halls without someone yelling "hypocrite" or "poseur" at me. I can only assume Rebecca told them what I did or enticed them to start harassing me. Again, lucky for me, I had friends from my previous school (as well as some new ones who ignored the gossip) who were also attending that alternative school with me. They stuck by me and I made it through. Halfway through the year, Rebecca dropped out and most people stopped following her example.

That year, I was nominated class Valedictorian and when it was my turn to give my speech so the class could vote for the best one, I told them I was declining the offer. I remember saying how everyone was telling me I was a hypocrite and that yes, I made some mistakes, but I wasn't a hypocrite anymore. I had nothing positive to say about my graduating class. They did nothing but judge me and be-little me all because of what one person was saying about me. They never gave me a chance. I suggested they vote for one of my other classmates, whom I respected very much. To my surprise, so many people clapped and cheered for me and  some even apologized to me! There were others who still laughed and ridiculed me but they were easily ignored and outnumbered. I was even asked by a lot of people (students and teachers) to reconsider my decision about not giving the speech. I stood my ground, I really didn't want to. They all voted for that classmate I suggested and I was so happy to see her give her speech during the graduating ceremony. It gave me a sense of pride that something good came out of all this mess. Little did I realize at that time, I gained a lot more than just seeing a nice person do a lovely speech. Despite all the horrible things that happened, I still studied hard and graduated with very high grades! I was one of the top students in that school! I never realized the full extent of my character, how strong I really was until I got older.

I want to thank you Samantha for making my life a living hell. For all the nights I spent crying, for the embarrassment, the public humiliation, for the harassment you caused me and my family because thanks to you, I got to see who my real friends were. I grew up and gained an inner strength that I never thought was there or even existed. Not only that, I learned to have tact, I learned what to say and what not to say. I still managed to shine even in one of the darkest times of my life. You and your friends tried to knock me down, for a while you did but I got back up and I became a much better, happier, and more self-confident than before. You helped show me just how strong and resilient I am! To this day, whenever I am faced with obstacles, challenges, fears, I look back at my teenaged self and realize that if I survived back then, I could sure as hell take on whatever the world throws at me now!

If any young person reading this is going through something similar, remember hold your head high and be true to yourself. Whether or not you did something to provoke the occasion, does not mean people have a right to harass you the way they did with me. If I can walk away from this, so can you! Keep talking to people, keep going out and don't give up. You deserve to be happy. Life does get easier after high school, believe me, and hang in there. Thank you all for reading.

Sylvie


Friday, November 21, 2014

Great story books for the little fleglings

While I am a firm believer of letting your offspring choose for themselves whether or not they want to follow in your spooky footsteps, I can't help but sneak in a few personal preferences here and there. Reading has always been a favorite pass time of mine, I really do like to think we are a reading family and I really want to past down my love of books to my little baby bat. I have compiled a list of spooky themed books I currently read with my little one. If anyone has anything they want to add to it, please comment!

Keep in mind, my child is four. He likes books with pictures in them but in a couple more years, I will be reading to him Harry Potter, All the books from author CS Lewis (wrote the Lion, Witch and The Wardrobe, etc) and so forth. We keep it simple now.

In honor of my little one, since all books must have pictures, I compiled a list of our favorite spooky themed book covers we currently own. I also included pictures of the books we will be asking Santa to bring us this year. I am quite proud, my child asked for books along with some toys he wants this year! It looks like our love of books and reading did rub off on him!


What we have already (all photos were taken from amazon.com):

This one was my favorite growing up!





And now, the ones I will be asking Santa to bring:

Source: amazon.com

Already pre-ordered. I should be receiving a signed copy. This will be a gift from my son to me, although I do plan on reading it to him. Source:voltaire.net

Turns out, Neil Gaiman released several children's books! I love Neil Gaiman's stories! If you are not familiar with his work, I highly recommend The Sandman comics, his novels Good Omens, Stardust (also a great movie). If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!


He will be starting Kindergarden next year and he will be going to a new "school" with new kids. I thought this would be a good book for him.  
Source:amazon.ca

According to the Amazon.ca reviews, this is a beautiful poem that provokes imagination and opens you up to the faerie world. We already talk about faerie lore and I thought this would be fun! My son believes in faeries!
Source:Amzon.ca


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Fashion inspiration: Nancy from The Craft


I was a little baby bat in the nineties and probably like most girls my age at that time, I was inspired by the character Nancy from the movie The Craft. I am pretty sure a lot of teenaged girls wanted to look like her back then, I know I sure did!

In my teens, I fell in love with this movie. I would watch it almost every day. Not only did the movie helped shape my wardrobe but my music tastes as well. This was one of my first introduction to goth music. Siouxsie plays in the movie soundtrack!

If you have not seen the movie, I recommend you do. The movie is about a girl called Sarah who just re-located into a new city with her father. It was not easy being the new girl in high school but she becomes friends with these three misfit girls (Nancy, Bonnie, Rochelle) who introduce her to witchcraft. Throughout the movie, they get more and more involved with practicing magic until things get out of hand. 

 Prior to watching this movie, I had some weird grunge style thingy going on. I remember seeing Nancy and wanting to look like her. I thought she was so pretty! In fact, not long after I watched the movie for the first time, I dyed my hair black and purchased my first tube of black lipstick!


There is something in her style, even today, as an adult, I still go to for inspiration. Be it the leather coat or the layering, there are so many elements I still add to my current wardrobe. Back when I was still in high school, we wore a similar uniform to the one they wear in the movie and watching this character combine goth elements to her uniform, helped me do the same. It was thanks to this movie, thanks to Nancy, that I made my debut within the subculture! Thank you Fairuza Balk for playing such a cool character!

And here is my little outfit I wore to work on Monday! While I did not scowl at work, I have to admit, I got a little too into the Nancy character and had fun making those faces at the camera. I liked this picture the best, the others were kinda wonky.

Look at me, Goff as fuck LOL!



P.S. Off topic, I signed up for Twitter. You can now follow me at #corpgothgirl!






Monday, November 17, 2014

Commute to work

Trystan from her blog, This is Corpgoth has her mid-month status report and like always, she invited us to follow suite. The theme is all about our commute to work. I posted something similar here (ironically enough I participated in the mid month status report in that post) about how I take my car back and forth. I used to take public transit. When I lived with my parents, I would take the train downtown to get to school/work. When I moved on my own, I lived downtown and the subway was my best friend. Now, I work in a more secluded area, in the more industrial section of the island of Montreal, public transit can be a pain. While this is a 20 minute drive for me, taking the bus just doesn't make sense. I once tried public transit and it took me over an hour to get to work! Yes, I do realize it is a lifestyle change. I know I could use that time to read and listen to music but with the daycare pickup/drop off, it would come to more than an hour. Plus by the time we get home, have supper started, it gets a little difficult with a little one. I have really battled this internally because I am all for reducing my carbon footprint. For a while, we even carpooled with my husband but with traffic, I was getting home pretty late. This is a hard balance when you have a hungry kid to feed!

For me personally, being a mother, my car is my best friend. The daycare calls, my son is sick, I am there in 10 minutes. Just like what I posted over the summer, my car has a remote starter. All I have to do is push that little button from my office window and my car starts! I can walk into a nice warm or cool car depending on how bad the weather is!It is a nice bonus.

Montreal was hit with it's first snow this weekend and it has been snowing here all day. The first snow fall of the year is brutal for commuters. I don't know why but there is always tons of traffic or people just tend to get weirded out. They either drive like a turtle or reckless, there never seems to be a happy medium! Public transportation in this weather can also be a nightmare with buses/trains/even the subway. I really do like our public transit, apparently, it is one of the best in the world but on days like today, I prefer to be sitting in traffic with my radio, by myself. My car even has an MP3 player input! I am not stopping at every corner either like the buses do because there are so many stops they have to make. I can pick up my son, cook supper and be home at a reasonable time. This allows us more time together!

Perhaps one day, when my son is older and a little more independent, I would opt to take public transit again but I am pretty spoiled with the way things are.

View from my office window.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

How being a receptionist helped me become a little more extroverted

I have worked receptionists positions in the past but they never lasted long so I never really had the chance to fully experience the daily challenges and personal obstacles this position has to offer. I either left for greener pastures or I was very lucky and got promoted quickly. My current job is a pretty good gig but it has it's challenges. One of the many challenges I face is twice a year, I receive a lot of customers coming in for presentations. They come in droves. This is can be very overwhelming for me at times. I never considered myself a people person and this is sometimes very difficult for me to deal with so many people, all at once. I used to make horrible small talk with people (or so I think). I always worked in a position where I had very minimal interactions with people and this job really put me out of my comfort zone when I first started.

It was very difficult at first but I managed to suck it up. I looked at it as a challenge and as a personal obstacle to overcome. It was hard having a "communal desk" where I have to keep everything in order. It is still very hard for me to not get angry when people touch my things too. People tend to forget, it doesn't mean I sit at the front desk, they can touch my stuff without asking or when guests tend to come around to stand next to me and invade my personal space.



Thanks to working this position, I noticed that I acquired many interpersonal skills and am much better at interacting with people and am more self confident when doing so. I also learned to be a pro at small talk and got used to being interrupted constantly - which is coming in handy with a small child who likes to talk! You can still be an introvert and blend into a very extroverted world. I learned to be polite but firm, to subtly tell people to eff off when they are being unreasonable. Nowadays, social interaction is everything in the workforce.

It also helps me in other areas of my personal life, such as dealing with the daycare and other parents.You have to be a people person and play well with others without letting them walk all over you. Doesn't mean that I dress all in black, I am not friendly, especially in my position, I need to be approachable. I feel it is a fair exchange for allowing me to wear what I want. I also feel like I should put in a little extra effort because of my appearance. I want to show people that not all goths follow those negative stereotypes. I really do want clients or even other more "normal" or conservative parents to feel comfortable around me. I want my coworkers to feel comfortable coming to me with questions or when asking me for stuff. This is very important in an any office.

This position has enabled me to appreciate the receptionists more when I go to the dentist or doctor's. Not only do they have to deal with clients but all the different personalities that come with working in an office. Patience is really not a virtue that I really have but it has taught me to be more tolerant of others,especially when it comes to stupidities! I think anyone who wants to learn leadership, interpersonal, management skills should work this position.

 There are many tools I have learned while working this job that will definitely serve me well in a more senior position later on.I am so thankful I stuck it out. It is a great experience in personal growth!

With a lot of work, determination, and overcoming personal obstacles, you can work in an extroverted position while being an introvert.It takes time but well worth the effort

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Not evil dear, wicked.

I have finally caught up and up-to-date with watching the show  "Once Upon A Time" thanks to Canadian Netflix and ctv.com  I am in love with the wicked witch from last season. What I loved the most about her was her hat. I don't just want that hat, I need it. I think it is absolutely adorable.  I couldn't find pictures that really do the hat justice but since the show seems to be pretty popular, I think most of you know what it looks like.




Monday, November 10, 2014

Silly random thoughts of the day: daycare pickup

Picking my child up from daycare is always a fun-filled experience. I miss my little boy all day and am looking forward to seeing his cute little smiling, happy face when he sees me at the door of his classroom waiting for him.  For your amusement, I have compiled a silly little list of all the shit I think from the drive to the daycare to the moment I arrive at the front door.

(1) Yaaaay! Work is over! I don't care if the phone rings, I ain't answering that phone anymore. It is 5pm,  they can leave a message!

(2) Nice blinker asshole (when someone doesn't use a turn signal)

(3) What is it with this city and stop lights? Another five minute wait at this god damned red light! COME ON ALREADY!

(4) My son definitely takes after me with regards to having lack of patience. Come on light! Change! Damn you! Oh look it did! Now I feel stupid.

(5) While waiting at another stop light: Oh crap, the person in the car next to me caught me dancing and now he is laughing at me. What do I do? Smile and laugh. Oh great he probably thinks I am hitting on him. He is shouting something and winking at me. Oh fuck, now he is gesturing at me to lower my window! Good thing I have my music on loud and the windows up. Don't look, don't make eye contact. Come on light! Did I lock my doors? Yes I did! Phew! Oh the light changed, time to gun it!

(6) Another god damned red light. I am going to cut through the parking lot of the skanky Hooters like restaurant with the sexy waitresses. Ha! Not stuck at the light. Who cares if anyone thinks I work there or go there. Now back on the street. Looks like those cars are still stuck at that red light. Ha! Eat my dust!

(7) Oh there's THAT mother again. That's right, give me a dirty look then pretend you don't notice me ya snobby bitch! Give her a big nice smile and wave, now she has no choice but to be nice to me! Good, I think I pissed her off! Ha! Take that!

(8) I hope he behaves. He better damn well behave. The teacher looks exhausted. Oh no, what did he do?

(9) Awww he is happy to see me. I missed him so much. He is so cute

(8) Yes, it was another kid that pissed her off. Phew!

(10) Smile and listen to how he doesn't color between the lines. Yes he gave the character a green face, isn't it lovely that he is so creative? His coloring stands out from everyone else's, he sure will be a good leader some day.

(11) Oh great, he 's whining about being hungry again and now I have to tell him for the 10000000 time that he will eat supper when he gets home and no he cannot have McDonald's! I am going to lose my shit real soon!

(12) Did I forget his Mr. Monkey? Did I put it in his bag? (Mr. Monkey is his favorite stuffed animal)

The pictures are of one of the outfits I got when I went thrift shopping a couple of weeks ago. This is one of the dresses I got. I couldn't seem to capture the details to my liking but it is a Chinese style dress with the cutest little buttons going up. I combined it with a simple pair of sheer tights with fishnets over it.




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