I like the town that we moved to. It's GREAT. Not too big, not too small. It has just about everything you could ask for cept a super Walmart. THAT is a story for another day. I threw a Princess sized hissy fit about that, let me tell you!
So, we live in this little "commune" (not really a commune, but I like to call it that) of town homes. Some of them are in 3's and 4's. Some are only duplexes. They all look alike! It's a pretty snazzy little place, there are only about 100 houses in here, and it's very private with a pool and video surveillance. The unit itself is huge, but the yard can be mowed by turning in a circle with the weed eater running, i shit you not! We even have these guys who come by at 6 am with leaf blowers and clean up the street. Oh I just LOVE them! haha Waking the Princess up at 6 am.....yeah right. If i only had a rottweiler! Sic'em Spikey!
I am an original. I am for everyone being themselves. Dress how you want, speak how you want, Be YOURSELF! I even had blue high lights in my hair when i was 33....again, another story, another day, so you can imagine how this sameness effects me. I felt pretty blue for a while. I think my husband thought that i was home sick. Maybe I was a little. That wasn't the big thing though. I wasn't MYSELF. The Princess Mommy didn't live in a place where everything looked the same. Hell, I didn't have my family, I didn't have my friends, of course I no longer had my job, our hobby has an uncertain future, and let me tell you, drag racing has been in my BLOOD since i was born, yet again, another story, another day....we sold my car before we moved, we sold or gave away 80% of our possessions and were given nearly a houseful of gently used, beautiful items, that don't get me wrong, I am SO grateful to have, but at the time, I did not think of as my own....I had lost MYSELF. I felt like i was not even here. The problem was, i was no longer at home either...so where in the hell was I?
I goofed on it for a few days trying to make it funny....I did a little "Faith Hill" turn in the drive way....you know like in the movie Stepford Wives, where she got STUCK in the do so do, and i would say, "Good Morning, Stepford". And one time it worried me....so I stopped.
Halloween came, and I have always LOVED Halloween. I never got cool costumes as a kid, well I can remember one, my mom worked at a fabric store, and I got the floor sample of the Butteric pattern one time. it was a clown, and I loved it. Big feet, red nose and the wig. I think I was about 8. Anyway, about an hour before time for the kiddos to start prowling around, I was in my bedroom putting away laundry, and saw this skirt I wore to my Mom's vow renewal. I was kind of Bollywood looking, Long flowey brown with sparkles, so I grabbed that, a sparkly shrug, a bright tank and a shiny scarf....tons of make up later, emerged a Gypsy Princess, complete with rings on her fingers and bells on her....ankles? lol
All it took to snap me out was a little originality, and a little bit of my old, who gives a flying flip what people think attitude....and I realized that it didn't matter where I was, I was still me.
So, we live in this little "commune" (not really a commune, but I like to call it that) of town homes. Some of them are in 3's and 4's. Some are only duplexes. They all look alike! It's a pretty snazzy little place, there are only about 100 houses in here, and it's very private with a pool and video surveillance. The unit itself is huge, but the yard can be mowed by turning in a circle with the weed eater running, i shit you not! We even have these guys who come by at 6 am with leaf blowers and clean up the street. Oh I just LOVE them! haha Waking the Princess up at 6 am.....yeah right. If i only had a rottweiler! Sic'em Spikey!
I am an original. I am for everyone being themselves. Dress how you want, speak how you want, Be YOURSELF! I even had blue high lights in my hair when i was 33....again, another story, another day, so you can imagine how this sameness effects me. I felt pretty blue for a while. I think my husband thought that i was home sick. Maybe I was a little. That wasn't the big thing though. I wasn't MYSELF. The Princess Mommy didn't live in a place where everything looked the same. Hell, I didn't have my family, I didn't have my friends, of course I no longer had my job, our hobby has an uncertain future, and let me tell you, drag racing has been in my BLOOD since i was born, yet again, another story, another day....we sold my car before we moved, we sold or gave away 80% of our possessions and were given nearly a houseful of gently used, beautiful items, that don't get me wrong, I am SO grateful to have, but at the time, I did not think of as my own....I had lost MYSELF. I felt like i was not even here. The problem was, i was no longer at home either...so where in the hell was I?
I goofed on it for a few days trying to make it funny....I did a little "Faith Hill" turn in the drive way....you know like in the movie Stepford Wives, where she got STUCK in the do so do, and i would say, "Good Morning, Stepford". And one time it worried me....so I stopped.
Halloween came, and I have always LOVED Halloween. I never got cool costumes as a kid, well I can remember one, my mom worked at a fabric store, and I got the floor sample of the Butteric pattern one time. it was a clown, and I loved it. Big feet, red nose and the wig. I think I was about 8. Anyway, about an hour before time for the kiddos to start prowling around, I was in my bedroom putting away laundry, and saw this skirt I wore to my Mom's vow renewal. I was kind of Bollywood looking, Long flowey brown with sparkles, so I grabbed that, a sparkly shrug, a bright tank and a shiny scarf....tons of make up later, emerged a Gypsy Princess, complete with rings on her fingers and bells on her....ankles? lol
All it took to snap me out was a little originality, and a little bit of my old, who gives a flying flip what people think attitude....and I realized that it didn't matter where I was, I was still me.