Posted by: Amber | March 7, 2011

It’s Tigerblood, Bitches!

Just so that I can officially get this whole Charlie Sheen thing off of my chest – The dude is freakin’ NUTS.  He’s living proof that those old “This is your brain on drugs” commercials were telling the truth.  You remember those, right?  With the chick in the kitchen swing the frying pan around destroying everything?  That jacked up kitchen is Charlie Sheen’s brain right about now.

I mean, who says that they’ve got “tiger blood and Adonis DNA?”  Who really says that?  Only crazy people who’ve fried half of their brain cells!

The sad thing about all of this is that the dude has four kids… four kids under the age of 10.  Four kids that probably will have to attend his funeral.  And even sadder… he doesn’t give a shit.  He could care less.  He’s a tool.

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Posted by: Amber | March 6, 2011

Review: Despicable Me

As a mother of three, I usually end up watching any new children’s movie over, and over and over again.  One of the better ones floating through the house this week has been Despicable Me.  The story is really original and the message that it gives out at the end is good for the kids.  I’m also really impressed with the “minion” characters – they were HILARIOUS and really made the movie.  The three little girls gave the movie a “human” element, and it was touching to see them change the “evil” Gru.  If you’re like me, and forced into watching kids movie a lot, this one is definitely higher on the “okay to watch list” for me than films like “Open Season.”

Despicable Me on IMDb.Com: ‘When a criminal mastermind uses a trio of orphan girls as pawns for a grand scheme, he finds himself profoundly changed by the growing love between them.”

Posted by: Amber | March 6, 2011

Muddled

I don’t know where my head is at… I’m here, I’m there.  It’s just a muddled mess and I feel I’m on auto pilot without a destination.  I guess I’m just tired.  I created this blog so that I could – hopefully – clear out the mess wracking my brain so that – hopefully – I can function without getting lost in thought.

It’s nothing major.  I’m just worried about the exact same things that everyone worries about.  Money.  My marriage.  My kid.  My career.  Finishing my degree.  My step-kids… and with that, my step-kid’s neurotic mother.  Maybe if I hadn’t jumped into family life at such an early age, this type of “muddlement” wouldn’t have been so drastic.  However, given my limited life experience (I’m only a babe of 26, after all), things tend to build up.

I love my life – don’t get me wrong – and my family is so amazingly beautiful.  My husband is really the exact type of partner that a worry-wort like me needs.  He’s a joker.  A lover.  He’s 14 year older than I am, but acts as though he was 14 years younger.  Our son is the light of my life – he’s 2… and perfect.  My step kids… Well, our relationship is a difficult one.  Obviously they wish that mommy and daddy were still together, and it’s hard for a 10 year-old and an 8 year-old to deal with a new baby brother.  Their mother doesn’t help either, and I’m finding myself growing more and more frustrated (and in some ways, intrigued) by the way she acts and communicates with us.

In any case, my mind is running a million miles a minute and I just get need to release a little tension via keyboard, if you get my meaning.  I don’t expect much in return – just a place to write down my thoughts… but even this short post has been rather cathartic.

Ciao.

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