Behind the Name

Sooo... I am not sure if I can blog everyday in Feb. but I saw this link up with some good ideas and thought I would stop by today with a little explanation of the old blog title.

I wrote about it in my very first post ever almost .... wow 2 years ago... and you can read it here. I didn't really know a flying fuck much about blogging when I started my blog. I just thought it would be cool to be a blogger. Cause I needed one more thing to do in my life. A full time working Mom with 3 kids, a pending divorce, a bat shit cray cray husband and a financial shit show apparently wasn't enough for me to fill up my days and nights. So here I sit almost 2 years down the road and I am divorced, so crazy pants is now my ex, but everything else is pretty much the same. I am a little crazy but not like Gary Busey crazy. The major difference is that no one is around calling  "me" crazy anymore, which is how my blog really got it's name. Men love to tell us that we are the crazy ones, at least mine did, which is pretty ironic considering we really do have all  the power. Hail to the V.

My life is a total freak fest. It never seems to settle down. I remember the days when I was a stay at home mom with babies and a husband with a 9 to 5 job. A nice normal life, where I cooked and cleaned and took care of the kids and he worked. It was so normal and not crazy I can't even believe I got to do that. I wouldn't trade it for anything but... I think a part of me likes the crazy too. It's my new normal and it likely will be this way for quite awhile for various reasons. I am truly someone who can say no two days are ever alike for me which can be extremely stressful  for my organized, orderly Virgo brain cells but I have embraced and come to realize that this is why they make Xanax. Don't knock it till you've tried it!

The other part you need to know is the Wise part. I am an old soul, always have been. I won't say I am the quickest to learn from all the dumb Polock shit that I do. But my wisdom comes from experiencing a lot of the crazy and when it comes to other peoples lives I can be calm and see more clearly than I can for my own. I think this makes me one of those friends you come to for advice or just to talk. I never judge anymore cause you really don't know what kind of shit is someone else's personal crazy. But I have experienced a lot and I am wiser for it.

So that's my story and I'm stickin too it. So get on my crazy train, what are you waiting for? We serve wine for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It goes great with Xanax.

Cheers!

cra·zy  (krā′zē)

adj. cra·zi·er, cra·zi·est

1. Affected with madness; insane.

2. Informal Departing from proportion or moderation, especially:

a. Possessed by enthusiasm or excitement: The crowd at the game went crazy.

b. Immoderately fond; infatuated: was crazy about boys.

c. Intensely involved or preoccupied: is crazy about cars and racing.

d. Foolish or impractical; senseless: a crazy scheme for making quick money.

wise ¹  (wīz)

adj. wis·er, wis·est

1. Having the ability to discern or judge what is true, right, or lasting; sagacious: a wise leader.

2.

a. Exhibiting common sense; prudent: a wise decision.

b. Shrewd; crafty.

3. Having great learning; erudite.

4. Provided with information; informed. Used with to: was wise to the politics of the department.

5. Slang Rude and disrespectful; impudent.

Phrasal Verb:

wise up Slang

To make or become aware, informed, or sophisticated.