Just a Little Lightness

I haven’t said anything to anyone but my husband and a couple of good friends, but I totally lost my shit last week.

And when I say I lost my shit, I mean like FUCKING FREAKED OUT.  Thank goodness for my neighbor Page who sat with me while I couldn’t stop crying, and thank god for my friend Heather who recommended me to an amazing psychiatrist.  I went to him twice last week and back again in two days, and I think he will really be the first person to figure out exactly what is going on with me.

Which will be good.

And I have to take a tiny bit of pleasure in the fact that during our first session he told me I was “a bit of a mystery”.

I will probably go into more detail later about what happens when my depression gets really bad and my brain and body just can’t handle it anymore.  But for now we will skip it.  Because I want to show you our latest Rap Moms video, which is so much fun and I’m really proud of.

I wish there was a way I could contact Dr. Dre and tell him how much I love him.  He is sort of saving my life this winter.

:)

 

Thanks for watching, and you can find our YouTube channel pretty easily – it’s called “Rap Moms” and we now have four or five videos for your viewing pleasure.  Props out there to all my homies.

Piper

Freaky, I Tell You

Just in case you were wondering what I do with my spare time.

I make rap videos.  Our new YouTube channel is called Rap Moms.  The name isn’t very complicated, I know, but we figure these terms might be simple enough to be entered into the YouTube search engine which might actually lead to some viewers.  Stacia and I filmed a new rap video about three weeks ago and my old high school friend Darby has now signed on to be our videographer and editor.  WE’RE GONNA BE HUGE I TELL YOU.

I don’t think Darby knows that she is now stuck with us.

For life.

Or at least until they roll my old ass into the nursing home in a wheelchair and I can’t dry hump strangers in a bar anymore.

Enjoy.

PS – If anyone wants to dress up like a pimp for Halloween, the hat is up for grabs.

Another Way I Attempt to Wreck My Kids

Since I don’t scrapbook, I figure I need some sort of creative outlet.

 

Thank you, Stacia.  For being willing to memorize any song I request and for making faces that are way more fucked up than mine.