Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Outfit of the day

My kid and some little girl told me earlier today that I look like a vampire.

Ignore the two-toned hair, I am not colouring it black anymore. I am liking my natural color. It seems darker and redder than it used to be.

I channeled Meagan from over at Coffin Kitsch. She often adds hair clips to her outfits and I was inspired by this idea so I added my bat hair clip to my white "frou-frou" top.

I am still on a shopping ban because I am still working on my weight loss. It is fun pulling out articles of clothing I don't wear often. In fact, this is the ONLY white top I own. I wore it when I was channeling Nancy Downes from The Craft. It is a good thing my kid wears a white shirt as a school uniform. I hate washing only one shirt and now I actually have a load of whites, which is something I would have never imagined having to do a couple of years ago! I had to safety pin my top closed in order to pull off the look I was going for.

My photographer (husband, Jay) added props.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

My adopted bat daughter, Mavis

This is a funny story on how my son, Philip tried to get out of trouble. Our winter season has officially begun here and we have snow and ice. Every child I have spoken to this week expressed how excited they were to play in the snow!  I assume there are patches of ice in the school yard because it was brought to my attention yesterday that Philip was told not once but twice to not play on them. You see, even after he was told not to play on the ice, my rebel of a son decided to go ahead and do it again! Although I spoke to Philip about this behavior, I felt like he was going to rebel and try to do it again ,therefore, before dropping him off at school that morning, I made sure to reiterate the importance of  (a) listening to the monitor (b) not playing on the ice. Secretly, I am happy he is becoming a rebel like myself and my husband but it can be a pain in the ass!

What happened next made me laugh: Philip owns several stuffed bats. One in particular is more of a cartoony bat that I purchased for him around Halloween time. He felt like the bat had more feminine features and decided to call her Mavis after the character from the movie, Hotel Transylvania.

Everyone say hello to Mavis!

He told me the reason why he went on the ice the second time around was because Mavis bit him for getting her into trouble and she flew away before he could retaliate. In fact, she flew back onto the ice. Philip, being afraid for her safety, naturally had to chase after her!

I decided to go on with it. I asked him if this was true. He replied with a sly smile. "oh, yes, Mommy, it's true"

I am very proud of my response "Oh really. Well, first of all, Mavis, we don't bite people. You do it again and you are going for a time out on top of the fridge and second of all, we don't play on the ice. If you do it again, you will be spending the weekend on top of the fridge for a time-out. Do I make myself clear?" I even waved my finger at the bat then proceeded to make it nod in agreement.

I then look at Philip and told him: "she will listen to me because I am a bat mom!" Incidentally, I would like to thank my online friend, Shaena for the term, Bat Mom.

Philip  proceeded to tell me that he is a "bat brother" to Mavis and I agreed but added "you are also the big brother so you should know better. You should be watching out for your little sister!"

That is what you get for lying to me, kid. In fact, I must admit, I am pretty darned impressed that I was able to think up all of this after having one only cup of coffee this morning! Go me!

You know what else impressed me? I am no longer dying my hair. My roots are growing in nicely to this really nice blondish/reddish color. The surprise is that after not only  having a strong willed kid  but also one with a strong character, I don't have any grey hair yet! I thought I would have loads of them by now!

Whatever happened to the age old excuse about the dog eating your homework?

Monday, November 21, 2016

Cause creepy girls do it best

I would like to begin by apologizing for the lack of posts. I have been busy. Going forward, my goal is to try to write something once a week but if I can manage, it will be twice a week. It seems doing three posts a week is not really feasible for the time being because I am having trouble juggling everything going on in my life at the moment.

Another reason for my lack of posting is that I am in the process of no longer colouring my hair black and am letting it grow out.. My dark blonde is growing in fast and I have two-toned hair. I have also stopped cutting my bangs. My hair is also very hard to tame. I don't know if it is the chlorine from the pool (I swim twice a week) but my hair is very big. I tried to tame it but quite frankly, I am tired of wasting my time on it.

I think it is official. I am officially an elder goth. I no longer feel the need to dye my hair black in order to obtain goth cred. I am at the point, I am also done with wasting time on my hair, done with spending money on products that make my hair super oily just to sort of tame it. I just don't give a fuck anymore and I completely lost patience. I have decided that my big hair last summer looked cool and I want to keep it that way.Work seems OK with it so I think I am good.

Last summer

Recent two-toned hair.

I have taken to watching a show called Ink Master. I record each episode and fast forward through all the drama .It also gives me the opportunity to stare at the host, Dave Navarro!

 The show is about a tattoo competition where each contestant is given a challenge to complete and they have a certain amount of time to tattoo their artwork on these human canvases. Yes, people (known as human canvases) actually sign up for free tattoos! Some leave happy, some not so much. For those interested, the show is on Spike.

In this season, I am hoping Kelly Doty wins the competition. I admit, I am biased here. I am pretty sure the girl is goth, she is also super cute and funny. I love her sarcasm and she is super talented. Her tattoo style is new school. I admit I never really liked the style until I have seen her artwork because does creepy people! By glancing at her Facebook page, I noticed she did a Beetlejuice tattoo and an Edgar Allan Poe one!  She lives in Salem and I have seen footage of her hanging out in a cemetery. I would love to be friends with her. We are very similar style wise and personality. I get it, this is all nice and stuff but if you are unfamiliar with the show you must be wondering what does this have to do with my hair? Well you see, another thing I admire about Kelly is her hair. She has cool hair and in fact, I took inspiration from her when it comes to my own mess of hair. Long gone are the days of a clean beautiful coif. I think I have always stressed at taming my hair because I wanted a "professional" appearance. Screw it. It will take less time to get ready in the morning. Thank you, Kelly for the inspiration. I shall call this new style "plug" as I am sure it will often look like I stuck my finger in one. Long gone are the days of trying to tame my unruly hair. Fuck it. I'm done! I have always been a bit of a traditionalist myself. I listened to punk before goth and despite how my style has evolved over the years, I am still a trad goth at heart.

Taken from her Twitter. Isn\t she just adorable?

Sample of her artwork. Taken from her Facebook page

For me personally, getting tattooed isn't just about getting a beautiful piece of artwork on my body but if the person tattooing me is an ass, the experience itself wouldn't be memorable. I don't want to think about the negative experience I had with the tattooer every time I look in the mirror.

This is why I plan on going to Salem in the future (not only to enjoy the scenery) but to get one of her creepy girls tattooed on me! I would love to meet her!

Monday, November 14, 2016

What's in your bag?

I never thought I would in a million years be doing a post like this! I never carry anything interesting in my bag. I usually carry a hairbrush, makeup (lipstick), my wallet, keys, and phone. Not to mention, Philip's toys, grocery lists and old store receipts! In fact, for such a big bag, my receipts and old grocery lists seem to take up space until I throw all that paper in the recycling. Usually by this time, I also take advantage and use a different bag.

We set the clocks back one hour a couple of weeks ago and I welcome the time change! I love coming home from work in the dark but having a little kid is difficult. Philip, as always, has trouble adjusting. One particular morning last week, he didn't want to be separated from his beloved plush he had since he was a baby. He calls him Mr. Monkey.

When you are in a hurry to leave the house, the last thing you want is an argument over a silly toy. Especially when you, yourself is not a morning person and you know your kid is just as tired and cranky as you are! I found a way to compromise because let's be honest here, no amount of coffee would allow me to keep my sanity that morning and I like my sanity very much!

This should give you an indication of how I am in the morning!
 I do not want him to take his favorite toy to school because he will not sleep without it and I was afraid of it being left behind. I am so amazing, really, I was able to think that far ahead first thing in the morning after having only one cup of coffee. Seriously, I should win an award for this!!! I also didn't want him to get into fights with other children because I am pretty certain one kid is going to try to take it away from him. Wow, I was able to consider that first thing in the morning too, no wonder I get migraines! My compromise was that he could bring Monkey with him in the car for the whole whopping 5 minute drive to school but he gives Monkey back to me before he walks in the door. That appeased him because he was able to get his one last cuddle with him before he starts his day. I know perhaps I could have just told him no, dealt with the meltdown in the car but sometimes a parent just needs to pick their battles. This was one of them.  I knew he needed the extra comfort Monkey offers and perhaps I wouldn't have been so lenient if it were a different toy. I am sure if it were a different toy and we told him no, there wouldn't be a meltdown but Monkey is a whole different territory.

I thought the best place to store the Monkey would be in my purse for safe keeping and I got busy with the rest of my day. I completely forgot about the Monkey until I actually had to go in my purse for something. This is when I was reminded of Philip and all these wonderful memories of his babyhood came back to me. Although I do think about him a lot during the day, I realized just how much I miss him when he is not with me. Even when he drives me crazy. I miss him when he is not around and all that annoyances he caused earlier in the day, magically goes away. Seriously, my husband is envious of Philip for this because usually when I get ticked off at Jay, he can hear me bitch about for a good while!

I looked at what time it was. He was finishing his lunch and was most probably playing outside in the schoolyard with his friends. I wonder if he ever stops to think of me and I wondered if he missed me too. 

When I came home from work that day and after returning Mr. Monkey to my little one, I asked him if he missed me around lunch time. His answer made me laugh "Mommy, I am sorry, I didn't miss you at all today. I was busy with my friends" Talk about chopped liver!

This incident allowed me to look back to how I was like when I was younger, even before I met my husband. I used to stash weed, cigarettes (I don't do those first two things anymore by the way) and booze in my purse along with a mini version of the cosmetics counter one would find at a pharmacy. Now, I keep things simple and enough room for toys and sometimes, I get a little reminder of how special my little one is to me. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. It is amazing how our priorities change as we get older and become responsible!

Friday, November 11, 2016

Goodbye Mr. Cohen

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

2016 is a rough year. First Lemmy, then Bowie and now Leonard Cohen.

Growing up in Montreal, I was exposed to this wonderful man myself at an early age. As a Montrealer, I am proud that he grew up here and has a residence in the Plateau.

Images are from the vigil fans set up outside of his home here in Montreal. All images were taken from: http://montrealgazette.com/gallery/gallery-leonard-cohen-vigil

His beautiful soothing voice sang songs and read poems that would soothe me during times of inner turmoil.

Sometimes, I like to believe that things happen for a reason. Perhaps Cohen's passing yesterday is a way to remind us that despite the recent events that have occurred earlier this week to:

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.” 

Thank you Mr. Cohen from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for the memories and for helping me get through my adolescent years. Thank you for inspiring me to write poetry. I like to think that if it weren't for your words, I wouldn't be the person I am today.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Perhaps we can get a new Sisters Of Mercy album out of all this mess?

I will not post any personal political views here but....

You see, last summer, Andrew Eldritch said in an interview:"What is happening in America is an ever more bizarre circus, and the population doesn't seem to realise just how much it's being taken for a ride. I can tell you one thing: If Donald Trump actually does become President, that will be reason enough for me to release another album. I don't think I could keep quiet if that happened."

So Mr. Eldritch, you better start on that album and guaranteed that I will not only buy the digital copy but a physical one as well!

In fact, I plan on holding him to his word. You see,  I even went as far as to create a petition. If you are a Sisters Of Mercy fan, please sign!

This is where I got the image

Monday, November 7, 2016

Some fun old photos

The other night, I was trying to find some old photos of myself to see how I changed over the years. Until the last couple of years, I hated having my photo taken and the few I did actually have, I remember deleting or destroying them because my ex was in the photo with me! I look awkward in some of these and I hated the camera!

Circa 2006

I miss that waterfront. It was right across the street from my old place.
circa 2005. You can't really see but I was wearing a fishnet, PVC top for Lip Service and I think those were PVC pants. I dont have them anymore :(  This is why you should never put PVC in the dryer. I first moved out on my own here. I think that was my first apartment where this photo was taken! I had a lot to learn back then now that my mommy wasn't washing my clothes for me (yeah, I know she spoiled me, shut up!) The cat I am holding unfortunately passed away in 2011. Her name was Riddles and she was the sweetest thing. She even had her own "room" in my top cupboard. She claimed it as her hiding/sleeping spot and would jump on the stove, then the fridge to get inside! 
Circa 2005. I miss that apartment. I think i was trying to cosplay as Witch Hunter Robin. Like always, my cat, Pippin is always at my side. A witch needs her familiar, after all! Boy, do I ever look dorky here! Hahaha!

Friday, November 4, 2016

Weight loss update - 15 pounds lost

Yes, that's right folks! So far, I have lost a total of 15 pounds!

I thought that a little update on how I have been doing with my whole weight loss journey so far.

I swim twice a week at an indoor pool near my house. I can go swimming more often at the Y as they have more available free swim times but I went there once. It was over crowded (tons of kids too) and they played horrible music on the PA system. I refuse to go back. The place I like to go swimming is in a local High School right near my house. The same regular people go there and I have even managed to make friends. Also, it is never over crowded, there's no horrible music being blasted over a shitty PA system and children are not allowed to go. I don't mean to come off as discriminatory but I go work out as a way to get away from my child and besides, there's different swim times for them. They can scream all they want when it's their turn! 

With the cooler temperatures, walking and running outside is not very appealing for me. Especially when I got a cold last week and had to put my exercise on hold. As a result, I purchased an elliptical! I can now work out indoors and not freeze my ass off!

Using an elliptical is pretty intensive and I am building up my stamina! I try to use this puppy for about 5 to 15 minutes a day. It is not much but I am still out of shape and it gives me a pretty hardcore workout!

I guess I am doing something right because I see my body changing every day. My coworkers have even took notice.  My clothes are feeling loose on me. There were a couple of weeks where the scale didn't really drop down as fast as it used to and I have decided to not weight myself so much (ie every day) because it is depressing. Not wanting to let anything get me down or hold me back, I started to focus on how my body is changing and how my clothes fit on me instead of a number on a scale. A couple of years ago, I bought a belt that was too small and it fits! I have an old pair of jeans that I can put on or take off without having to undo the button or zipper! I still am not buying any new clothes as I don't see a point but have opened up a new bank account to put some wardrobe money aside towards a shopping spree in a couple of months! This is also motivating me to stay on track.

Here's to summer bikinis, new clothes, and a healthier lifestyle! Hear, Hear!

 July 2016                                                                            October 2016

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Halloween 2016

Being a parent on Halloween can be exhausting. Especially when you work and Halloween falls on a weekday. Like every year, my kid wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn and is all excited. It was about 5am where he started asking to wear his costume. I admire his guts because it takes a special person to ask me for anything in the morning, especially when I have not had my coffee yet but I love him and he is a special kind of person so all is good.

My son surprised me this year too. He told me that Halloween was supposed to be scary and he refuses to wear some "boring, cheesy costume."  He chose to be Death. I am a firm believer in letting children choose for themselves and I never tried to influence my opinions on him in any way. When he originally wanted to be a Storm Trooper, I supported him. When he changed his mind, I supported that decision as well. The fact that he chose to be Death and to declare himself to be Goth right after, totally made me beam with pride.

He reminds me of that scene stonehenge from the movie, This Is Spinal Tap!

Trick or treating was fun. There is a lot of kids in my area and we even had fire trucks go up and down the streets (they even had their flashing lights on) for safety. I thought that was cool.

Like every year when Halloween falls on a workday, I play beat the clock. I made arrangements to get out an hour early and am glad I did. We went to Mcdonald's for supper (yuck) as a special treat for Philip and the only part of the meal I enjoyed was my coffee. In fact, the coffee helped me because I had to sit with other parents. They were nice but if ever I want to be reminded on just how much I don't fit in, I just need to sit with people, especially other parents.

 It was a good Halloween, totally worth the horrible fast food and the boring small talk. One day, when he is too old for trick or treating, I am not going to look back at the how tired I was. I will look back at all the good memories I have from when he was my little boy and how we went Trick or Treating together. I hope one day he can have the same fond childhood memories I have whenever I think of my dad taking me Trick or Treating as a kid.

Happy Halloween everyone! Yes, I know it is the first week of November but screw you. Halloween is every day in my books and to those posting Christimas crap on Facebook can go suck it. This goes out to my cousin and niece. Its Halloween week god dammit!


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