Lady Madonna Part I

Hello Blog-o-sphere.

Been a while.

How’s yer family? Good, good.

I’ll cut right to the chase.

Okay, here’s the deal.  I’ve decided I’m sick to death and tired of the grind. I recently watched a commericail on tv for Chase Credit cards which urged you to text them and they would, get this…email you your balance and tell you how much you should spend.  Seriously? All the while the background music is swelling…{I want it all, I want it now}. I turned to husband… “wow. That commercial just gave me a stomach ache and we don’t even use credit cards.” It made me frustrated. It made me mad.

I’m doing something about it.  I’ve decided to devote the next six months of my life to a little project I’ll call… “Lady Madonna”.  I’m going to “manage to make ends meet”. But I’m going to do it without shopping. For luxuries. For wants. For crap.

I’m going to share my triumphs, struggles, ideas, with any one who is wont to read them. But mostly it’ll be just for me. To keep me sane and on the straight and narrow.

The goal? I’m so happy you asked.

Right now it’s a few fold… 1) feel more grateful for what I already have. 2) remove myself from the overindulge, overbuy, overspend, use-way-more-than-my-fair-share spiral of this society. 3) to drive my husband crazy  3) to set an example for my son.

I start fresh tomorrow, May 1st. I’m looking forward to it.

Because I’m the Mom.

Here’s what I can do because I’m the mom and you’re the kid, see?

 I can stay up late at night (9 pm!) and watch CSI Miami because I’m the mo..snore.

I can have Cap’n Crunch peanut butter cereal for breakfast. And you have to have a waffle (puh-affle) with jam and you don’t get one single bite of mine. Not a single bite. Except just one bite? But that’s it. But it’s so so good? And you really want another bite? Fine. Fine.  You know what? Just have the rest.

I can hug daddy all by myself. In front of you. Oh, yes I can! Because he’s my daddy! I can even *gasp* kiss him in front of you. Because I was here first. Nah, nah, na… 

*family hug*

I can say “vac-uum” and you have to say “nah-nah”.  And I can say “v-v-v-vacuum!” and you say “na-na-na-nah nah!” But then yesterday? You said “vac-uum”.

And I cried.

But I’m the mom so I can do that, see?

No Foolin’: A HoF’ oSho

Okay Super Friends! It’s time for us to don our capes and spandex and save the world!

Braden and Lotus need our help- follow the link for intstructions. May the force be with you.

(I can’t think of any friend more deserving).

The MTV Lifestyle

Next week is Spring Break Baby! and where will I be?

Cancun? Or-lan-do? Cocoa Beach livin’ the MTV lifestyle?

Um… no.

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I’ll be cleaning my basement. Drunk. With these guys.

Suds gone wild.

Mmmm

Husband (while watching a commercial re: text messaging): I would rather vomit then text message someone.

Me: Hmm.

Husband: Have you ever text messaged someone?

Me: Mmm hmm.

Husband: Why would you ever do that anyway?

Me: Maybe you don’t want to actually talk. Or your in a place where you don’t want to talk. Or you can’t talk.

Husband: You mean like if your mouth was full?

Me: Mmm hmm.

We truly do embrace technology in the Hyde household.

Haiku Friday-dedicated to “The Road”

the world is barren

two travelers on the road

hope springs from despair

I just finished the Pulitzer Prize winning novel, The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. If you haven’t read it, I would recommend that you do. It’s an incredibly sad and hopeful tale of a father and son, setting out across a decimated America. Incredible juxtaposition of how intense stress can bring out the best and worst in humanity.

I loved it. Just as I was about ready to commit suicide (it is incredibly dark) - the end was incredibly hopeful validating.

Enjoy!

That name again is Mr. Plow

Here’s a riddle for ya-

Question: 

What happens when you work really hard to almost pay off your car, and you live in Iowa, and it’s really snowy, and you park on the street because you have a really steep driveway and you can’t get the car up it, and across the street is a parking lot, and in that parking lot is a snow plow?

Answer:

Your car gets backed into by a snow plow.

Haiku - Love Edition

Happy Valentine’s 

to you, all my super bloggie friends

hope your day was…hot?

On a rail

Apparently ‘Hydes Like Us’ is an at-risk blog.

At-risk-of-becoming-an-haiku-friday-only-blog. And not that there’s anything wrong with that, per se, except that’s not the kind of blog I set out to author? And also, that’s not quite why I started blogging in the first place?

 I’ve been in this place, where I feel my creativity just zapped away from me. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had a haircut in almost six months, or because I had let my eyebrows grow together like two wooly caterpillars attempting to kiss.  Or perhaps it was lethargy from effectively eating almost a 1/2 a coconut cake on my own.  At night. While watching Biggest Loser Couples.  Yes, Virginia- there is irony.

Anyway, I guess my “official stance” is that I just needed a break. A little breather for my brain. I have no idea how you women come up with exciting, interesting and beautiful blog posts day in and day out. I salute you. I am not you. I am l.a.zzzy. Oh yeah. That’s right.

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Have you ever had a really self-destructive thought, and been like “yeah! I’m going to do it. I know it’s not good but I’m just going to do it anyway. But I’m not going to tell anybody. I’m just going to do it.” ?

Like me– I got to thinking, “I just want to get really thin. Like rail thin. I’ve never been rail thin before. I think it might look good on me.”

As if that were even a possibility. It’s like I know that there is no way I would ever be rail thin unless (godforbid) I was sick or something (although, I highly doubt even then) but it doesn’t stop me from having this thought. And what’s even sicker? I watch television and look at the fashion magazines and really believe that these young women are way too skinny and I know that if I had a daughter, or a niece I would be all, fight the anorexia machine!, and yet here I am looking in the mirror this morning and vowing to become rail thin.

And wondering if that’s possible while maintaining a diet high in Starbuck’s white mochas and black bean burritos with gauc.

Haiku Friday

thank you for all the  

thoughts and solidarity

they help me each day

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husband turned thirty

mmm, crazy cajun pizza

fresh coconut cake

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work is so busy

so many kids need my help

I am so lucky