My name is Jackie. I'm a mother, a daughter, a friend, a mentor. I love fashion on the cheap, but it's got to have attitude and it's got to be something I can feel comfortable in. I've become hardened by life, but I've still got my soul. New York City is my second home. I don't put up with bullshit. Kissing on the lips is my favorite thing in the entire universe. I'll fall in love with you the second we meet, but I don't believe in fate. There is more to me than this life, and I will find the missing pieces. Just give it time.

2nd July 2013

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I wish I could just turn you on

Put a battery in

Make you talk

Even pull a string

For you to say anything

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29th May 2013

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Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are ‘It might have been.’

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Cat’s Cradle (via aquaticwonder)

(Two years ago, my first love wrote this in a card for me. We had already been broken up for many, many years. While I know things never would have worked out between us and I wouldn’t change anything about our present day long distance friendship, this quote will continue to tug at my heart.)

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17th May 2013

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Friday.

After finding dozens of little black ants all over my kitchen this morning, I scrubbed the counters and ran the dishwashers (yup, those fuckers got all up in there too). Devin’s room got a bit of a facelift; I moved her book case to the other side of the room so I wouldn’t catch her trying to fucking climb it again, and I changed her bedding. Toys were consolidated into fewer bins, and her kitchen set was moved from our living room into her bedroom. I still need to vacuum, mop, dust, clean the bathrooms, go to the bank, and re-up on ink for our printers. Also, my parents get home from Florida today, so I’ll be visiting with them this afternoon before enjoying a night of board games with friends. 

Have a nice weekend, all.

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23rd April 2013

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Keep Calm and Parent On. →

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17th April 2013

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Sweet Child o' Mine →

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16th April 2013

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I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you
And baby, even on our worst nights
I’m into you
Let ‘em wonder how we got this far
‘Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time
I’m still into you.
Paramore, Still Into You

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22nd February 2013

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Those of you who actually know me

know that I’m going through a “friend break-up”. I have to admit, it’s much like a romantic relationship break-up, and here’s why: 

I can forget about her and talk shit about her with my friends, but the second I see something pop up on her Facebook page, my heart sinks. I’d almost rather have it be like she doesn’t exist at all, and this has been a trend of mine when I have gone through losing someone in the past - especially with Shawn. Wow I just almost spelled his name S-e-a-n. That was weird. His name used to carry such weight. It made me sick to my stomach to even look at it. Now, it’s just a name that doesn’t really mean anything to me. Anyway, I want her to be invisible, and that’s not exactly fair. Yet, I continue to feel anger rise within me every time I see her picture, or baby Freddie - who, by the way, has a new godmother. Really fuckin’ nice. I mean, I know Steffani is pissed at me, because of course, I’m the bad guy. I’m the one who walked out of her life, and for that I must pay. My gut instinct is that she has done this to hurt me, but that’s selfish. Maybe it’s true, I don’t know. Most likely, though, she has given her son a new godmother because this chick is the only person who will stand to be around Steffani right now. This girl is young and probably enables Steffani’s drug habit (or at least tolerates it, which to me is the same thing). Whatever the reason, it still stings. 

Reiterating my last post about her, I wish I could have my old friend back. I know that’s not possible because everything I enjoyed and respected about her is gone and probably always will be. Ugh. I know that I want her friendship for selfish reasons, too: I want to share all of the good things in my life with her! I know I have others I can do this with, but it’s not the same. She was someone I clung to for comfort, someone I had been through so much with (and vice versa), and now that my life is going better than I could have ever planned, my best friend isn’t my best friend anymore. My sister - she always called me her sister. I guess new-godmother-chick is her sister now. Blah. I don’t know. This sucks. It’s difficult to swallow because it hurts, and even though I know I have done what is best for myself and my family, that doesn’t make it much easier or take the pain of losing her away. And now it’s so awkward whenever her parents come to my band’s shows because part of me wants to ask them about her and the other part wants to hide until they leave. 

When I was a little girl, I never had a best friend. Not until Steffani came along. Sure, I’d had a solid group of girl friends in high school, but mostly I hung out with boys. People thought it was weird, but not me. Even my mom would say shit like “There is something wrong with a girl who doesn’t have any other girl friends”. I was always scrounging - who can I get to stay by my side? With whom can I share all of my secrets and trade clothes and have sleepovers? She was never there, and then I met Steff. She was younger than me by five years - she looked up to me. She thought I was the best thing since skinny jeans. We bonded immediately over music and boys and poetry. I watched her grow up. She WAS like my sister. She was.

I don’t want to talk about this any more.

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13th February 2013

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Numbers Wallpaper
by dosdecatres a design studio based in Madrid. The Numberset is so beautiful and a must see project for everyone. 

I can’t believe my baby will be 3 years old in just a few weeks. Where does the time go? It feels like yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the first time. Tiny, 5 lb 3 oz little Devin. She is so amazing. It’s true; you never know how much you can love someone until you have a child. ❤❤❤

typostrate:

Numbers Wallpaper


by dosdecatres a design studio based in Madrid. The Numberset is so beautiful and a must see project for everyone.

I can’t believe my baby will be 3 years old in just a few weeks.

Where does the time go? It feels like yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the first time. Tiny, 5 lb 3 oz little Devin. She is so amazing.

It’s true; you never know how much you can love someone until you have a child. ❤❤❤

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8th February 2013

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FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS

I just ran two miles without taking breaks to walk in between and I feel like I could’ve kept going (and if I hadn’t been right in front of my house, I probably would have)! 

I felt so “in the zone” today, moreso than I have in any of my runs over the past month. I think the key is to stop focusing on my breathing — when I do that, I get out of breath more quickly than I would if I get into my head. Today I was focused on the words of the music I was listening to and just kind of letting my mind go wherever those words took me. It was sort of ADD-ish and it felt great. Before I knew it, I’d run a mile, which is usually when I choose to start walking. I also need to switch up my music more often, which is what I did this morning. I listened to Star’s “North” album, which is brand new to me. Focusing on music I hadn’t heard before helped me give way to what I was feeling and thinking instead of “I’m running. I’m running. Breathe. Watch out for the uneven sidewalks.  Does that guy look like a rapist? I’m running. Could I out run a predator? Breathe.” 

I let go of the tension I hold within my body every day, physically and mentally, and I feel fucking great.

Now I understand the term “runner’s high”. Weeee!

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10th August 2012

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Could this be?
Are you talking to me?
Dear stranger, come a little closer

My god, you look just the same
As you did on the day I left

You got my attention
Say something, I got nothin’

Your life is the same
Please don’t blame me
For not being surprised

My god, you look just the same
As you did on the day I left

There is sadness in your eyes
Are they reflecting off of mine?
I feel so bad,
I feel so bad for you.
Where’s the green grass you seek?
I was hoping you’d be complete
But all your pieces are strewn about
In the same mixed up places

My god, you look just the same
You look exactly the same.

JMG

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