Because being Me is fantabulous

I blew that BloMoFo huh?

I knew it’d happen. I knew there was no way I could get through an entire month of writing and not freak out and skip out a day or two.

That’s the funny thing about blogging for me. I’m a terribly open person. I bare my soul online to people I’ve never met… but sometimes things get a little too personal, a little too close to home, and then I quietly retreat away and regroup before coming back with a new post.

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Posted by They call me Mav. on November 19th, 2007 at 9:05pm — No Comments (Add)
 

I'm bringing Barbie back

I never thought I would say this, but I think I might just hop on the Barbie camp. I mean, she’s got the pink Jeep and her boyfriend (Husband? Lover? Random sex partner?) has the thickest hair I’ve ever seen (and smallest underwear). What’s not to love? They’ve shrunk her boobs and widened her waist, so all the f…

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Posted by They call me Mav. on November 10th, 2007 at 7:31pm — No Comments (Add)
 

But where has the beer gone?

After picking up my brother from school we made a quick run through Kroger to pick up some Milk and a shopping cart full of other items. Because I cannot walk into a store without walking out with a full shopping cart. It’s just a crime to do otherwise.

So my brother and I are picking out items we need, I, the lowly single mother, pulls out my trusty WIC coupons and search for the items listed and for the first time bypass the formula aisle in over a year. It was exhilarating lemme tel…

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Posted by They call me Mav. on November 9th, 2007 at 8:37pm — No Comments (Add)
 

It's not about the lack of sex...

This might not be the most eloquent post nor the wittiest, but it’ll be real and raw and honest. And it might even teach you something.

Two days after my huge rant on how my 14 month old had yet to join the walkers club, he ups and walks on me. It was the strangest thing. I was letting him have the roam of the house with his little push walker and putting him…

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Posted by They call me Mav. on November 8th, 2007 at 6:52am — No Comments (Add)
 

Being Nice gets you Stalkers.

I’m a homebody at the moment.

Which is an odd truth to admit because before LittleBoy I was out raising hell with the best of them. I used to be out at the bars, flirting with boys and men alike, enjoying beers and alcohol favors bought by admirers. And I was hot too. I would bounce between bar buddies on the weekends and get into trouble and just have the good fun that a young woman wants to have. I didn’t sleep around, thankfully that’s one habit I never got into.…

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Posted by They call me Mav. on November 7th, 2007 at 8:41am — No Comments (Add)