When I first started my Facebook page The Daily Rantings of an Angrivated Mom, July of 2014, I knew I was going to eventually get up the courage to test the blogging world out. Writing is the fire of my heart that impassions my soul; I’ve known that since I was barely a tween, but I wasn’t confident that I could master the technology aspect of blogging, especially on just my phone alone since I’m way behind in the times. I also assumed it would take at least a year, if not two or more, to build an audience of a thousand+ on my page & find followers on my blog who actually liked my pieces enough to “like” button them & leave comments of such likability, as they do already. Now look at me, already surpassing goals I hadn’t even set for myself yet, growing in confidence at the same rate as that of followers liking me because they actually like ME for ME!
None of this would have been possible without the most Original of The Original Bunker Punks who scooped me up into their nest & tucked me in under their protective wings. It was a mixed nest full of birds of a feather who didn’t fit in together with their own kinds. Punk Rock Papa: Adventures in Fatherhood, Briton, the Amazon Parrot who loves to hear himself talk, has a wild streak that developed after hitting his sexual maturity, & loves to amuse others with entertaining displays of mating ritual silliness. How My Brain Works, Gretchen, the delicate, gentile beauty of a Cockatiel, who flourishes with sweetness if handled often with loving care & given room to explore her rapidly expanding intelligence. Life With The Bearded J’s, Jenny, a Caiques gifted with a loud, free-spirited personality who loves with the greatest of loyalty, even when basking under the spotlight of attention aimed directly at herself. I owe them a debt of gratitude for giving me all the support to stand on my own, the strength I needed to test out my wings & the courage I lacked to soar along in an endless sky full of possibilities. For that, I thank each of you from the very bottom of my grateful heart.
I’ve been asked to answer a few questions about myself for this tour through The Bunker. So, without further delay, or more ass-kissing, here ya go….
1. What is your most prized possession?
This is a really tough question for me to answer. Since I am an over-sensitive, sentimental mushball who feels all the feels, I am a keeper of all things holding memory or meaning. Being this way has caused me even more strife over the span of my lifetime than necessary, because life gets in the way of keeping treasures safe. I’ve had a collection of Barbies from the Christmas Angel series, The Nutcracker Ballet series, & the Swan Lake ballet series, that represented to me the two friends I had die in 6th & 7th grades. Most of the collection was destroyed in a fire. I had a a Rubbermaid tub full of trinkets, momentos, photos, & yearbooks from high school that I wanted to skate with my own children one day. My mother left it behind in her basement when she was foreclosed on. When I had my sons a year apart, I took a photo album worth of pictures a day, filled in their babybooks diligently with every twitch they made, & saved their first lock of hair, first pair of shoes, their homecoming from the hospital outfit. He also kept my poetry journals, too, just to be a real big assface. My ex refused to give any of it back when we split eight months after the second was born. He’s NEVER seen the boys since or had contact with me in all the years since then, but did admit to mutual acquaintance that it was all thrown away just to hurt me. Most recently, all the girls baby stuff, the China Cabinet inherited from my MIL when she moved, the remainder of the Barbies I was waiting for Bean’s 7th birthday to give her, a ton of holiday crafts my children made in school over the years as gifts, books I’ve collected that had touched me, ALL of it destroyed by the Great Flood of 2014 that filled my basement full of water. The point of telling you all of this loss: I have no prized possessions except the emotions, feelings, images, & music that I keep in my head. If I ever lost my long-term memory or ability to process emotions & exude feelings, life as I know it would be devastated for me.
2. How do you unwind after a long day?
Now, here’s an easy question for me to answer! I’m a pretty boring old lady in the greater scheme of the Bunker. There’s nothing fancy, classy, exciting, odd, or spectacular about my routine at all. Stinx usually outlasts the big three who have to be in bed by 9 & 9:30pm for lower & upper elementary kids respectively, driving me absolutely insane every 22mins exactly because this spoiled 3yo diva already knows all the special features of our Hopper DVR & refuses to watch a single commercial or ‘short’ episode before or after her preferred programming choice. In between her three visits before I give in & go get in bed with her because even 11:15pm is too late for me, I try to smoke a few bowls or doubies & eat a bowl of ice cream from my secret stash while playing a few rounds of Pet Rescue Saga & Angry Birds Friends & half-watching whatever show is on the I.D. channel (Investigative Discovery). That’s it. Literally every single night except Sunday when you can throw my hubs into the background, already snoring on the couch.
3. What is the one song that has followed you through life?
Yet another ridiculously hard question for me to answer. Music is one of the many ways that I hang on to all the feels inside myself. The lyrics, the beat, the melody, the tune… whatever it is that speaks to me about a song, it captures a moment in time full of feels & connects them to my memories. Whenever I hear that song again, all those captive emotions will rush me, as if it’s that moment in time all over again. There’s no limitations to what I will listen to, connect to, relate with. Now that I’ve been rambling on for a minute, I can say that there’s a handful of songs from as far back as my mind can go, that still get me feeling just as happy as they did then. In no specific order they are:
1. Aerosmith- Cryin’, Crazy, & Janie’s Got A Gun.
2. Guns-N-Roses- November Rain
3. John Cougar Mellencamp- Jack & Diane
4. Debbie Gibson- Lost In Your Eyes
5. Paula Abdul- Straight Up & Cold-Hearted Snake
6. Bob Seger: Old Time Rock-n-Roll
7. Anything Queen
I did say a handful, didn’t I? Shit. I guess I’m well over a handful now…. what can I say? I LOVE music.
4. What’s one piece of advice you’d give new Bloggers in the field?
Back to the easy-peasey questions again. Thanks goodness because my brain can’t handle all that hard thinking. My eventually to be very bestest friend, Chasity, page owner of Dammit Jim, I’m not a Doctor, I’m a Mom, gave me the greatest blog advice when I first got started & I think it’s important for all newbies to hear, too. This little tidbit from her has stayed with me through this incredible journey so far: Just be yourself. Don’t hide who you are, or exaggerate the details, or write about anything that’s not reflective of your truest self. Not everyone’s going to like you, but so many more will than won’t, & it’ll definitely happen at its own pace, you can’t force likes. If you can’t feel what you’re writing, if you can’t see yourself staring back through your words during a proof-reading, then your audience won’t appreciate it or feel it, either. Stick with what you know, what you’ve experienced personally, & you’ll be just fine.
5. Now that you’re famous, give us a quote:
Thank you geezus, my dawg’s is off their leashes!
Dammit husband of mine! Getting on my phone trying to be funny is NOT funny. Doesn’t he know I get enough of his stupid quotes & paraphrases from rappers I never even knew he listened to them, on a daily basis?! I don’t need to hear his mouth running on my mic time!
Eat that pussy like cold pizza!
I swear, he’s got a death wish now!!! I’m gonna clobber him upside the head if he steals my mic again… I’m warning y’all now. After duck-taping his ass to the couch, I consulted my bff again, & we’ve come to the conclusion that if anything describes me before, during, &/or after fame at all, this quote is it:
So now you’ve had your tour through the lair that is inside this angrivated head of mine. Hope you had fun, & if you didn’t, that’s not my problem you’re a stuck-up, twatwaffle, assface jerk, now is it? Wanna see more Bunker Tours? Follow the hashtag #BunkerTour if you will. Wanna see who’s who & read some of our original craziness? Hit up http://www.OriginalBunkerPunks.com & have at it or check out the Facebook page at The Original Bunker Punks!