Childhood Aspirations of a Crazy Chick

When Lafemme was a teeny-weeny kid

she often thought about what

she would be good at when she grew up.

What did you want to be? 🙂

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Crazy Chick Q & A #30

This week, meet Inion N. Mathair

Inion N. Mathair is Irish for daughter ‘n’ mother and is a pseudonym for our writing team. We started writing together five years ago and have completed three novels in that time. We are in the process of publishing The Perfect 7, the first in a YA fantasy fiction series about five teenage boys in a rock band that are thrust into a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. And, are currently working on the second installment in the series, The Damask Persuasion.

Though our writing team is only five years old, both of us have been writing in one form or another most of our lives. Mathair wet her feet with poetry and editing while I took the journalistic route. It was our writing group that suggested we start writing together, given our short stories were eerily similar. Our blog came much later when we were advised by several of our friends and supporters to begin building a platform. The idea didn’t appeal to us at first, but we have to say that it’s been a sheer pleasure to have the caliber of friends we’ve been lucky enough to find. Case in point, the wonderfully crazy, beautifully genuine and heartfelt, Lafemme Roar and her Crazy Chick’s Club. We are proud members

Being Sad Sucks

Dear Readers,

Lately I have been thinking that I’m a rather insensitive person. I laugh at the malfunction of the universe because it’s better than crying about it … I say it all the time because … frankly …

being sad sucks…

But I just realized that I haven’t really had a deep thoughtful cry in a very long time. And as “light” as I try to be on this blog, I must admit that my mind is a twisted knot of convolutions most of the time. So … I’ve been asking myself why I react and do certain things the way I do …

I’m a crazy chick when I’m at my best … but is that it? Is it enough to live life always looking at the bright side or the funny side of things? Love? Life? Loss? Relationships? I don’t know … 

I know I’m being nebulous, but … I’m cryptic and private that way.

I’ve been so comfortable in not feeling sad that perhaps I’ve given up on true joy? I mean in the most deep soul-filling way …? I don’t know. I just keep telling myself that being sad sucks … and I haven’t been sad in a long time. 

So I repeat … lately I’ve been feeling rather off balance as if I’m on the verge of … I don’t know what … maybe I don’t want to know. All I know is that struggling doesn’t make one strong … but it does make one understand better. I want to understand myself better … I want to understand people better … I want to understand you better … I want to be more emphatic … sensitive … and I think this requires a bit of letting oneself face the firing squad.

Here’s hoping that the firing squad are bad shots …

I think I need to feed my soul with writing instead of cocktails tonight …

Be well … my friends.

All my best,

L

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The Horny Pooch and My Wardrobe Malfunction

It’s not exactly skirt and sandal season, but I was going through some old posts and realized that this is a perfect example of a crazy chick moment when laughing at the malfunction of the universe is absolutely better than crying about it. Enjoy! 🙂

The hot weather prompted me to digress from wearing pants to wearing a skirt and a blouse. Since I’m rather “full” on top I used a safety pin to close the peek-a-boo see my bra gap. I was all intact and ready to

Random Thoughts from a Crazy Chick

I trust the logic of my irrationality.

Sometimes I think that my dreams are true.

I still believe I’ll find “the one” even though I’ve been with a bunch of “no ones.”

Sometimes I eat dessert for breakfast.

If subversive thoughts were a crime, then I’d be serving a life sentence.

I want to throw garbage at reality stars walking the red carpet.

Crazy Chick Q & A #30

This week, meet Carrie — Lady with a Truck! 

Why am I a crazy chick?
I don’t know I can’t so I do things without thinking them through a lot of the time. Like I got a job once because the woman couldn’t believe I had the audacity to apply for a job I had no qualifications for. When I was about 12 I wanted to learn how to swim so I joined the swim team. I didn’t even know how to dog paddle and was in competitions; that didn’t work out so well. Besides the initials fit. When I had my place at Cultus Lake my dad had a wood sign carved Carrie’s Cultus Cabin, and then I opened a daycare in town on Carleton St. and it was Carrie’s Carleton Corner Daycare, its only fitting I should be a CCC. 

Crazy Chick Q & A #29

Hey Crazy Chicks … it’s been a while since we did one of these. I’m very happy to introduce you to Selena Robins Musing! 🙂 

Why are you a Crazy Chick?

Because sanity is boring, overrated, non-eclectic and it’s cool to wear my pink Crazy Chick badge on my blog.

Describe your blog in three words.

Disney for Adults.

What is the title of your favorite post? Why?

My first blog post titled: Newbie Blogger – “Please be gentle. The Blogging Goddess isn’t finished with me yet.”

Childhood Aspirations of a Crazy Chick

When Lafemme was a teeny-weeny kid

she often thought about what

she would be good at when she grew up.

This is what she came up with.

What did you want to be? 🙂

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© 2011 Lafemmeroar

Don’t Ever Mess With a Crazy Chick

There once was a crazy chick named Sally

Who encountered a man in an alley

He grabbed her to say

You’ll give me my way

And there’s nothing you can do to stop me

Shocked and dismayed all poor Sally could say

Was please

Crazy Chick vs. Normal Chick

Normal Chick: Do you think I’m fat?

Crazy Chick: No, but you need a new mirror, that one is a liar

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Normal Chick: I can’t live without him! Why did he leave me. My life is over …. boohoo, boohoo, boohoo …

Crazy Chick: Think of this as