Oh yes, I am completely in the throes of the third-of-life crisis. What's that, you ask? Well, it's that time in your life when you look around and basically say, "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?" And then you spend the rest of your time trying to figure out how the hell you can claim your life back. So that's where our journey begins.
Today was Little Diva's half day at school. I spent the first half of my free time getting in the run/walk head clearing/workout and the second half driving around, hitting Starbucks, and rediscovering the joy that was my former self, which needs to be continued past this pinnacle of life we call motherhood. I hate that I lost myself, yet love that I am finding myself again. And I get to reinvent myself in the process. How cool is that? SO on that note, I have again professed my love for Rage Against The Machine to the dismay of fellow drivers at stoplights. If you were out today in my hood, yes, that indeed was me in the Honda with the empty car seat in the back and blaring renegade madness. Ahhhh. It feels so good to be home. For your entertainment, I promise many updates on the REBIRTH OF SLICK (wink SY). It's sure to be an interesting ride, so please stay tuned. And BUCKLE UP, for the love of god!!!
On a completely unrelated note, just for my curiosity, here's the question of the day. Please discuss in the comments (be brave for my sanity's sake, you non-posters):
What do you think I look like?
And those of you who know me, pretend you don't and that all you have to go on is blogger content to describe my appearance...