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Monday. I have an appointment at the aliens department. What an ugly start of the week. I have to demonstrate that I can afford living here. I really hope they see that I can because all this situation of not knowing what could happen, it’s killing me.

Before I go on, I want to thank you for reading my story. I tried to make it as short as possible but I didn’t succeed. The good thing is that now my new followers know why sometimes I am the way I am. Not all the times of course, I can still surprise!!

I specially want to thank Marissa at rockandrollsupermom.wordpress.com for encouraging me to write about my painful (in all senses) delivery experiences. Check out her blog, she writes incredibly funny poems (and they rhyme!! I can’t resist rhymes!).

But even when I was writing sad things and maybe you, dear readers, thought I was having a bad time, I want to tell you that I had a very nice week. Hooray for the spring that is not here yet, but I can feel it.

One day, I decided to cut my hair. I wanted to get rid of the dead ends. I ended up getting rid of a bit more than what I wanted in the first place and now my hair passed from boob length, to shoulder length. It’s fine, it’ll grow back. It always does.

I had one driving lesson and it was quite ok. I only made one mistake.
What’s not going really well is the theoretic part. I’m not studying much. I can’t focus on that right now. So instead of concentrating on that, I decided to finish one unfinished project.
I finally found the right words to put on my empty frame in the living room. I have to thank Todd at psibrone.wordpress.com for introducing me to this incredibly beautiful poem by Langston Hughes. You can read his post here

So I spent half Saturday cutting magazines and folders to make this:

I wanted to put a nice message to my kids. I was about to go with “Home is where you poop more comfortably” but I decided to change it for the poem. I hope I made the right decision.

During my sad and depressing days, I hated myself for allowing the man to treat me like crap. But what I hated the most, it was giving up on my dreams.
So if there is one thing I want to teach my kids, it’s to never give up on their dreams. Ever.

From the movie Turbo (2013). By the way, I love that movie.

~ by DotedOn on March 30, 2015.