The Teenage Mind

As Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance said “Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.”

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Seriously, I am dealing with raging hormones, the princess attitude, a stressed out dance recital and an inconsiderate bf who swears he’s done nothing wrong. God help me. Apparently 16 is the magical age when everything is screwed up. I remember being 16…it sucked ass. I had a football player bf, neurotic parents and raging hormones. I was a mess. Now I watch my poor baby deal with stuff like that and try to remember what was like for me. I try to give advice, but not give too much. I think it is time for my baby to figure things out on her own. She has decided what kind of crap she will or will not put up with and how to deal with it. When she crashes, I sit and listen and hug and comfort. What else can I do? The precarious balance on her emotions must be held on to if she tips too far all hell breaks loose between she and I. Here’s to all the moms with teenage daughters and those with teenage boys, because honestly don’t they all have the same raging hormones and fragile emotions?

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Enduring

I had a thought today I would like to share. It’s about enduring. Staying power if you will. I have been through quite a bit in my life. Struggling through new jobs that paid very little, a few bad Christmas’ that I had little to give. Always my constants have been my husband and family. I have learned that I can endure. I have seen people around me endure life, poverty, deaths, births, illness, mental illness and everything in between and as it comes up on this new year it occurs to me that this is not just my spirit, this is the human spirit. The ability to continue to endure when all odds are against you is the one thing that will never allow me to give up hope as I live my life to the best of my ability. I have tears in my eyes as I realize how grateful I am for what I have and what I can have. Happy New Year my darlings!

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Holiday Madness with Missy Jane

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Holiday Madness isn’t ALL About Shopping

For those of you who don’t have children, or ones with grown children who don’t remember, one of the hardest elements of the holidays for me is my children. Now, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my daughters with absolutely everything in me. But I sometimes wonder how much easier life might be if I wasn’t a parent (or married).20111220-064442.jpg

Rather than four wish lists for four picky little girls there would be just one. All for me. I could spend all of my cash on books, books and more books (with some chocolate thrown in). I could brave Black Friday for me alone! And if I didn’t find the hottest item right then, I could just order it without having to worry about it not arriving on time for the big day, because I would already know it’s coming.

Once I got the baking going I could have all of the cookies. Upset stomach be damned, I wouldn’t have to worry about grubby little fingers getting into my chocolate chips, marshmallows or gingerbread. I could have every single lemon bar all to myself and instead of individual snicker doodles I’d just spread the batter over the whole pan!

On Christmas morning I could sleep in! Who cares if Santa arrives at midnight or ten AM? I could sleep in till noon then make my way to the tree in my pajamas (oh wait, I already do that) and all of the gifts would be for me. That means I wouldn’t have to worry about reading labels because it wouldn’t matter.

Of course, that means there would be no infectious giggles over spilled cookie dough. There would be no thrill over finding the exact toy the little one just HAS to have. There would be no smile of joy to bring me to full wakefulness in the wee hours of Christmas morning. And there would really be no satisfaction in the all the hard work that goes into making it one of the most memorable days of the year. I know a lot of people complain about others not knowing the reason for the season, but regardless of your beliefs so long as you spread joy, share love and remember you’re not the center of the universe on at least that one day, then I think you know what the Holiday Spirit is all about.

From my crazy family to yours, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!!!

And here’s a Christmas present from me to one lucky winner, leave a comment to win a Missy Jane coffee mug. It’s perfect for hot chocolate!

-Missy Jane
*Make reading a guilty pleasure…*
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Here’s a taste of Missy Jane’s newest release:

The sun’s not the only thing that’s too hot to handle.

President Vardin isn’t the first vampire politician to make empty promises. Humans can work at night, he says. Humans will be safe on the streets, he says. It’s all bull. I’m still stuck on day shift at Langley’s Round The Clock Emporium, trying to earn enough to live from night to night.

If I thought the sun’s harsh rays had turned society upside down, watch what happens when I witness a murder in the alley. The police keep bombarding me with questions until a detective with a bad attitude walks in and takes over. He’s unbelievably hot, way out of my league, and way, way out of my comfort zone. Because he’s the one thing I fear most. A vampire.

Then I learn why the police seem so interested in me. My ex-husband is drawing a series of murders in his new comics. I’m in every one of them, and it looks like I’m supposed to be the last victim. The detective’s interest in my past—and his protective instincts—are bordering on unprofessional, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care.

Because the last place I should want to be is the safest place on earth…a vampire’s embrace.

Product Warnings
If you like your vampires sparkly and emotional, don’t read this book. It contains an overworked, underpaid, bloodsucking hero who might break your heart.

Day Shift
Urban Fantasy
Available from Samhain Publishing

http://store.samhainpublishing.com/day-shift-p-6533.html

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Being thankful Day 2

Today I am thankful for my children. Emma is 16 and Luc is 14. They truly amaze me with the stuff they do and say everyday. From the time they were little I was so in love with them it was overwhelming. How is there so much room in my heart? It’s astounding. I want to always be the mom they need and be able to do the right things for them and support them in their own adventure into life and the adult world. Here are some pictures my babies.

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