Civil War -or- The Struggle To Destroy The Monster Within

Hey y'all, how's it going?  Good?  Good.  It's going pretty well for me, too.  Except that I am super tired of being fat.  So, I'm going to try a little experiment, and if the 10 of you who actually read this thing want to help me, I'd be more than grateful.  I'm going to make a pledge to work out at least four times a week, along with taking more care in what I eat.  Read more after the jump.

Ha, I forgot!

Hey guys, what's up?  So, if you read my first post, you'll see that I mentioned that I could easily let this blog slide away like I do so many things.  Well, it happened.  I forgot all about the damn thing.  But then, I remembered.  So I thought I'd say hi and update y'all on a few things. 

Happy Mother's Day

     To all the mothers I know and love, Happy Mother's Day.  You all deserve a huge thank you for all of the wonderful influence you've had on and all the hard work you've done for your children.  There are so many fantastic mothers in my life that when I finally become one, I know I'll have no shortage of help and advice.  I couldn't ask for a better village to help me raise my children.
     I especially want to thank two particular mothers in my life, my own beautiful mom, Sarah, and my lovely mother-in-law, Carylon.  My mother is one of the strongest, proudest, most loving women in the world.  She works as a hospice nurse.  I cannot even imagine another job that requires more love and compassion than this.  She's always giving of herself, and seldom does she ask for anything in return.  She would fight to the death for her children and family, no matter what.  I honestly don't even have the words to say how much my mother means to me, and how absolutely blessed I feel to have been born to her.  She had an incredibly tough childhood, and even though she lost her own mother at a young age, she somehow knew just how to be the greatest mom ever. 
     When I first started dating Joe, his family scared the crap out of me (sorry guys, but it's true).  They were crazy!  His mom was always so sweet to me, but she was so opinionated.  I was afraid to disagree with her, because I wanted her to like me so badly (obviously, that's not a problem now).  However, sometime during my second semester at college, I started spending the weekends at her house, and I really got to know her.  She just straight up took me in and fed me and housed me and loved me during one of the toughest times of my life.  When I married Joe, I didn't just get a great husband and potential father, I got another best friend in his mom.  Even if something were to happen between me and Joe, I know that Carylon would always have room for me in her heart and in her life.  I don't know if I can ever express to her just how much she's influenced who I am and how much I love her for what she's done and what she's taught me.
     So, again, happy mother's day to all of you wonderful ladies out there.  Thanks for everything, and have a great one!
--Mo

Not So Bad

     Hi everyone.  After yesterday's post, I had several people send me seemingly worried comments.  I'm okay, really.  I just wanted to kind of let people know why they didn't see very much of me, and why I so often turned down invitations to come visit or go places with people.  After rereading what I wrote, I realize it does sound incredibly depressing, and I am sorry.  So today, I wanted to tell you guys about some good stuff that's been going on.

An Introspective Treatise

     I've been trying to decide what my first real post should be about, and I think I've come up with a plan.  My Grandma Bloom passed away yesterday, and I've been thinking a lot today about why I don't make more time for my family.  They all, obviously, mean so very much to me, but it seems as though I see them only on holidays or special occasions.  I'm constantly thinking to myself, "I should go see so-and-so tomorrow," but I seldom, if ever, do.
     Now, I've known some people to say "They know where I live, too," but this doesn't apply to me, as I pretty much constantly have an embarrassingly dirty house, so I don't really relish the idea of visitors unless I've had at least a few hours to clean up.  So, really, the responsibility lies with me.  Most of my relatives live within a few hours drive of my hometown, and many live within a few miles, and yet I never seem to have the time to visit them.  In fact, I see more of my family at work than anywhere else, which is truly sad, considering I certainly don't have time to catch up there.
     Anyway, I've been doing a lot of soul searching today, trying to figure out why I don't just make the time to see the ones I love, and what I've come up with so far is after the jump.

So, I've decided to start a blog.

     As the title of this post says, I've decided to start a blog.  (Already, I'm great at coming up with titles.  So far, so good!)  This will probably never be a spectacular blog full of adventure and drama, comedy, romance, or even surprise.  Instead, it will likely be the ramblings of a bored, childless, mildly depressed Oklahoma twenty-something.  It may become a diary that few care to read, like so many other blogs out there.  It may become a forum for my unfinished story ideas.  (They are always unfinished.)  It may become a recipe/cooking or crafts blog, although I doubt it.  It may fall by the wayside within a few weeks or months, as so many other things I start seem to do.  However, if you find yourself interested in the inane BS that spews from my fingers, let me know in the comments and keep checking back.  You never know what may pop up 'round here!
--Mo