Momma Recycled

  .                                  I used to always wonder, "When did I become the adult?" Hell I still ponder this at times even though I am 40. But this week I have found myself asking, "When did I become the MOM of ADULTS?!" Holy shit when did this happen? I feel like yesterday I was telling my mom "You just don't understand!" and now my kids are telling me "You don't understand our generation!" Umm okay. Well shit heads, I created your generation so I think I might understand a little bit of it. I mean except for the Kylie Jenner lip challenges and eating the tide pods craziness--that weird shit was all you all.  You all listen to our music, wear our clothes, get weird shit pierced--you are just recreating my child hood and adding dumb shit along the way like heely's and twerking. I start singing along to music that was ripped off from my childhood and they ask, how do you know this song...

      To blog or not to blog? Does any one care what I have to say, do I care? I talk to my kids about coping skills and how to stay sane and healthy in this world, but don't take time to practice what I preach. I have always loved to read and to write, I just gave it up when I became a mom for the most part, well now my kids are kinda grown, I mean they still have shit to learn, but so do I. I have several books I can read, but what do I do with the books that swim in my head that have not yet been written? Well I guess I am going to try putting them here, hopefully this attempt at a blog is better than before.       This is more of an introduction to who I am so I will keep it light, but honestly if I write the things I truly think I may end up as an experiment at our local medical school, or studied by the government. Some things you need to know before you decide if you want to read my entries or follow this blog, I am 40 years old, I have 2 kids a...