After a weekend of much needed rest, this bitch woke up this morning full of energy! Last night a bitch spent some quality time with my Play Husband and Brother Rob. We had an excellent dinner of yummy soup, salad and chocolate-based decadence. Hugs and adoration to my Play Husband for knowing how to cook and Brother Rob for lifting my spirits with two boxes of Smarties direct from a certain someone in Canada!
A bitch is eagerly anticipating a decent night of television viewing. No, my ass isn’t talking about the Golden Globes Awards. This bitch is talking about Lincoln on the History Channel! A bitch adores the History Channel and they have been pimping this Lincoln show for weeks. Can’t bloody wait and it had best be good.
That sassy girl with afro-puffs…
There aren’t a lot of pictures of this bitch. As the youngest child of three, my ass was not photographed extensively. Shit, my parent’s were exhausted with three babies in diapers. Later, my ass avoided having my picture taken because a bitch thought myself ugly. So, there are only a few pictures of a wee bitch.
A certain Maven requested a childhood picture a while back for a contest she was doing. This bitch was instantly concerned. Of the few pictures of me that exist, several of them make my ass look insane! That’s not vanity talking…a bitch has some school pictures that make my ass look absolutely CRAZY. However, this bitch was able to locate one picture that wasn’t too alarming.
After shooting it off way past the deadline, my ass sat back and looked at my younger self.
Who was this person looking back at me with a twinkle in her eye and a sassy attitude?
The thing is a bitch knows her. My ass really likes my four year old self. This bitch looks at that wee bitch with afro-puffs and is in awe of her. She was fearless, unconcerned with fashion or appearance, full of joy at simple and uncomplicated things and…well…cute as hell!
It has been years since this bitch really looked at this picture…really thought about that little girl captured in a moment of time and all of the complex simplicity contained within her. But my ass knows her…can remember her so vividly.
Me….before definitions, rules, expectations and insecurities.
Me….sassy, fearless and obnoxiously inspired by life.
Me…back when Kool-Aid was perfection in a glass, Spiderman was a real person and all trees were fit for climbing.
Years ago, when a bitch looked at this picture my ass cried. This bitch was in mourning for my four year old self, because she was a faded memory of the person my ass used to be…before. She was 'pre'…pre-limitations, pre-definitions…shit, pre-drama.
But now, a bitch is post-bullshit and no longer in mourning. A lot of that little girl survived the drama…maybe a little scarred up, but not mortally wounded.
Looking at her makes me smile with legitimate happiness. This must be progress.
She’s looking back at me and saying...
Let’s go climb a tree and then drink some Kool-Aid!
Why the hell not?
Thanks for the random inspiration, Maven!