Okay a punk girl in her teens and tweens often does not have to care for other sick folks and may not take care of herself or actually be ill. But Oh my godlessness what happens when the body gives out and you get dunt dunt daaaaaah the virus from hell, the flu and pneumonia all at once. OOps forgot she also has two kids in their tweens and teens who are also oh don't say it. I said don't say it shut up you crazy broad. (they are sick) the teen at the same time as I am. Oh yeah lets bring me up to speed Ive been away. I got married, had kids, got edjamakated, learned to spell (whatever) and got a job that (I LOVE) with autistic kids . then got the freepin pneumonia, flu, virus from hello. okay I don't sleep for more that ten or twenty minutes every two to three hours when the violent throbbing breast jugulating lung separating love that song (American boy) happy new year oh excuse me is deliriousness year of the dragon rocks go dragons. wait I'm hallucinating again I was sick and the little girl is sick and now she is at camp cause she stayed home and got better and then I got that tickle and son had the tickle then we had temps of 102 and 104 and the Dr. said your sick (I'm like Duh) learn that in medical school. Mean punk girl rears her ugly and I mean ugly head (cant comb hair head hurts looks like straw and dust bunny hairs) okay sick teen boys are so gross, If I wasn't afraid he would cut me in my sleep (I would tell you) okay in a week I will tell you anonomously don't tell anybody. Okay teen sick boys with pneumonia are droolee and gross (no more said) Punk girl goes to the dark side okay watch out I'm getting a lighter and I'm setting teen boys room on fire and burning his clothes and maybe even him (run away sick teen boy run away) Punk girl grown mom is now having a twitchy eyed (look out) I'm sick you should be afraid. I gotta take a nap I'm so tired of coughing the new way to get a sick six pack. well zip it up honey, punk girls gotta clean the house so when tween comes home from camp she will not be reinfected by teen boy and psycho momma. The end comes, When punk girls have children and they are loved we take our punk hair which we are working because we are to sick to comb our hair so the spike is totally rocked. Punk girl gets pissy pulls up her doc martens and staggers the house sweeping and wiping and dish washing and spraying antibac spray. then she retires to the couch where she has slept for a week and then she sleeps and the world say (its about damn time) keep her off facebook to.
love Marta
moving through life one experience at a time. From Punk girl to mom to vegetarian and beyond.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Okay folks dont be hating the blogger she was demento
Im so sorry please forgive me now lets get ready to rumble im writing again....
marta
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Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Alternative Day Singin a Sing Song Days
What happens when in the act of living every day life, you realize that you have lost something? You spend 1/2 the day looking for your keys, by the way, they're in your pocket.
Under the bed, ooh shiny, found your glasses. Yeah, my Punk eyes is old bifocally. Okay, I found stuff, but I didn't find what I lost. Perhaps I should rephrase that. Who I lost. With a sense of desperation, I searched for CDs but most are packed, as we are moving. Where is mahharet? Where is the edgy wild thing? I love her. I miss her. Where did she go? Is she coming back?
I looked at pictures of Peter Murphy and Iggy Pop and Peter Gabriel, and I realized that somewhere along the line we looked old, but I forgot my self and became mom, taxi driver, top & bottom chef and a third world washer woman. Out of desperation I begged Comcast Music Choice to feed my soul, and after unlocking the TV MA lock, I blasted the music that fed my soul. Butthole Surfers, the Pumpkins, Bowie and for a beautiful moment "Red Rain" fed the desert of my soul.
Under the bed, ooh shiny, found your glasses. Yeah, my Punk eyes is old bifocally. Okay, I found stuff, but I didn't find what I lost. Perhaps I should rephrase that. Who I lost. With a sense of desperation, I searched for CDs but most are packed, as we are moving. Where is mahharet? Where is the edgy wild thing? I love her. I miss her. Where did she go? Is she coming back?
I looked at pictures of Peter Murphy and Iggy Pop and Peter Gabriel, and I realized that somewhere along the line we looked old, but I forgot my self and became mom, taxi driver, top & bottom chef and a third world washer woman. Out of desperation I begged Comcast Music Choice to feed my soul, and after unlocking the TV MA lock, I blasted the music that fed my soul. Butthole Surfers, the Pumpkins, Bowie and for a beautiful moment "Red Rain" fed the desert of my soul.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Punk Girl vs The Poseur
Remember when we danced at the club? The girl in the black tunic & purple cowl. And you (well, some of you) were dressed in the 'Punk Attire.' You sauntered up to me and tried to dance with me, but I was too much into the music and didn't notice until almost the end. You were kinda upset. I thought you were cool and we hung out. Later that week, I saw you hanging out with your other friends, pointing and making fun of the 'punks.' I walked past, and looked at you guys, waved, smiled and then fast forward 20 years. I overhear the conversation about how old you feel, because you don't fit in with the other folks who weren't Punk, and now you are Punk grown up, and they shun your 'freaky' clothes and attitudes.
We meet again, and I wave and smile at you, because we know who was who, and who was you.
As a side note, I think Punk Girl knows Punk is a lifestyle, not a clothing and hair style. Punk Girl grew up, and then had children, and kept her lifestyle, and made friends with the teachers and parents, and popped popcorn, and sold cookies, and now is helping her teenage son get ready for prom.
Unlike Poseur, who wants to 'Fight the Power!'
We meet again, and I wave and smile at you, because we know who was who, and who was you.
As a side note, I think Punk Girl knows Punk is a lifestyle, not a clothing and hair style. Punk Girl grew up, and then had children, and kept her lifestyle, and made friends with the teachers and parents, and popped popcorn, and sold cookies, and now is helping her teenage son get ready for prom.
Unlike Poseur, who wants to 'Fight the Power!'
Monday, April 11, 2011
Punk girls in Parenthood
In one brilliant moment I became Us and Us became We and left as a Couple and returned as a Family.
Punk Girl thinks she can be hip cool mom, and for a while that works, until they start going to school and don't want you to listen to your music. Wait, I'm entitled to listen. I played Barney and Disney. I spent hours watching rugrats and jammin to kids tunes with smiles and real true personal enjoyment. Then comes up "mom, could you wear 'normal' clothes," so Punk Girl says my clothes are great, and my music is cool, so you, my beloved Baby Monkeys, just have to deal.
It's late night, and I am watching them sleep. I smell their little heads and think wow, what a great thing it is to have kids, and even though for a while they don't really dig your alternative Self, if you wait and watch long enough, you will find it emerging out of the corner of your black mascara'd eye.
Punk Girl thinks she can be hip cool mom, and for a while that works, until they start going to school and don't want you to listen to your music. Wait, I'm entitled to listen. I played Barney and Disney. I spent hours watching rugrats and jammin to kids tunes with smiles and real true personal enjoyment. Then comes up "mom, could you wear 'normal' clothes," so Punk Girl says my clothes are great, and my music is cool, so you, my beloved Baby Monkeys, just have to deal.
It's late night, and I am watching them sleep. I smell their little heads and think wow, what a great thing it is to have kids, and even though for a while they don't really dig your alternative Self, if you wait and watch long enough, you will find it emerging out of the corner of your black mascara'd eye.
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