Monday, March 14, 2011

Revamp From Head to Toe

Hola my friends!!  I missed you all!

It's been a while and I've been pretty few and far between with the happens.  Sometimes life runs away with you in crazy uncontrollable situations and things like blogs and sanity get tossed by the wayside temporarily. But no worries, I kept my sanity to a whackadoo level and below so we're back in swing now.  There will be no more long hiatuses, no more blog down for revamps, and I no longer give a flying rat's ass about stalking.

So why the revamp??  Because my entire life needed an overhaul and got it, so why not my blog too.
Face it.  You can try and try and try to force a square through a circle but it just doesn't work sometime...
My 21st Century Domestic Goddess blog was all about my attempts to avoid being branded as a domestic wife, mother, care taker, etc and maintain my freedom and gypsy (albeit flaky) spirit.  My husband said it best...this: just not me.  It's  not who I am.

A leopard can't change his spots.  I'm a damn good mom, a kick ass fun wife, I keep a clean and fairly organized house...I can cook like a son of a bitch (thus the extra poundage I'm trying desperately to shed) but forcing myself into the cookie cutter shape of the housewife and feeling like I was competing with some of my favorite mom bloggers who shine like Martha Stewart all spiffied up on her 1st post prison tv appearance...made me a snarky, pissy, unhappy biatch on wheels.

So.  Fuck it!

I'm not a domestic goddess.  I never will be.  I'm a goddess of my own sort who can do domestic things but refuses to force herself into a mold that wasn't made for her because quite frankly, when I do that...I hate myself so I can't imagine I'm much fun for anyone else who's around me.

Time to let myself shine through.  The husband gets home from work, dinner might be made, it might not.  Or  I just might call him on his way home and say "pick up Taco Hell".  I may or may  not mow the lawn, I may or may not do the dishes.  I will allow myself to let a pile of laundry build up on the floor of the laundry room and not spaz that someone might be upset about it, because the only one ever upset about it is me.

I will go out, I will shoot pics, I will shoot guns, I will continue getting tattoos, and I will embrace my gypsy so long as she comes home to the man she loves.  I will have wild passionate crazy sex with him because that's how we roll.  I, though I dislike referring to myself as a square, will not shove my ass through that circle that I don't fit in.  No more domestic Goddess.  Just me.  The angel my husband loves.  THIS is me!! (27 lbs lost since Jan 1st, btw!  Uhm...kickin' ass and takin'  names?...I say so!)

In honor of my new found attitude, er...old re-found attitude...and decision to stop trying to force myself to be something I'm not...I have new ink, some new toys, a new attitude (at least about some things), and a newly designed blog focused on anything and everything that I feel like talking about because face it, the laundry though funny at still just the laundry.  Who cares.  It's not about fighting domesticity anymore, its about being me, expressing myself, venting and generally just ranting about whatever the fuck I want to because as of now, this is still a free country.  And YES...I'm entitled to do so ;)

So welcome to the new and improved blog run by the new and improved me.
Now...introducing my new (unfinished) ink (3 hours in...have another 3 hours to go):

From a2a

From a2a

This is new wild red:
From a2a

I'm untamed.  I'm unbridled.  I'm rowdy, I'm loud, I'm obnoxious, I cuss.  I do not believe the kitchen is only for cooking in.  I vacuum crumbs off the counters because I think it makes sense.  I shoot guns, I hate working in the yard, as a matter of fact...I'm really just not a big fan of the outdoors unless it involves a beach or something to photograph.  I like to be dirty, I work on cars.  I want nothing to do with scrapbooking, PTA/PTO, or playgroups (no offense to my friends who have invited me to theirs...I love you all but I just have other shit I'd like to get done).  

I'm not going to apologize for who I am or how I act and I'm not curbing it just to keep anyone happy anymore.  The people who love me, love me for the person that I take the domestic house wife expectations and shove them square up your keister!  I'm doing it my way from now on.  No more 21st Century Domestic Goddess...this life is being lived according to Abby now.


Toad Hollow Photography said...

Really enjoyed your blog today, Abby! Looking forward to more real writings from you, keep 'em coming!

My Bottle's Up! said...

strongest and most admirable post i've read in a while. brava!