Here I stand a stronger & drama-less

Wow, this year really is screaming past me like a small child on fire.

It’s almost May and I’ve come so far on this journey.  Life is really starting to feel like its going somewhere and it’s truly amazing.  Good golly Miss Molly... I see the light!!!

Schools’ going great, though, Chemistry has been an awful struggle which consumes most of my time.  I’m really looking forward to putting it behind me.  My Psychology class has proven to be remarkably interesting and beneficial over the course of my recent passage these past months.

As the spring semester comes to a close and just a short 4 weeks before summer classes begin I can not wait to sit back and take time to relax.  Read a few books, get out to take some pictures, putting the grill to good use and spending time with the family… hopefully I can manage to enjoy the peace before the craziness picks back up again.

I had the opportunity to spend some much needed time huddled around my Mom’s kitchen table on Easter with the family.  It felt good to be home and surround by my brothers and sisters. 

There is no place on this Earth that I love being more then at my Mom’s house.  It’s loud, hectic, crazy, and always filled with laughter.  It’s the central conference of shit talkers and sarcasm… with the occasional slap fight between Kody and me. 

I can’t imagine what it is like to not want to be around your family.  I have friends or simply just know people that don’t talk to their family or have been ejected for one reason or the next.  Dreading holidays where you feel obligated to be with them.

I’m a lucky girl for so many reasons.  I’m surrounded by amazing family, friends and my boop-a-ty-boo-boo Adam.

I didn’t expect things to get better or for the cloud of depression that hung over me to lift and drift away.  Finally, the sun is shining upon me.

With my support system, sense of direction and the months spent sorting thru the wreckage I think I’ve finally arrived at the other side of this shit storm.

Unyielding in the pursuit to find my place in this world I look back at the carnage behind me and wash the blood from my hands.  To those that have succumbed to ill fated demise I may never forget you but for the sake of my own sanity I’m able to forgive you as I bury you next to the rest.

Coming Soon…

 

A new feature here at Noodle Nation is currently underway.

“The Infected” will be a page dedicated to one of my little obsessions.  Oh yeah that’s right people… this will be an entire page devoted to nothing but Zombies!

Including stories, sightings, and a confirmed list of contaminated infectees will only be the beginning.  A full apocalyptic resource is just a click away with random movie/TV reviews, survival tips and the rules we use to survive here in Zombieland.

“It’s us… versus the world.” ~ Adam Ellis Kolp

When did I become so… old?

Well I guess it’s happened… I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m no longer interested in the club scene.

Maybe I’ve been removed from it just long enough too no longer find the thrill of drinking myself into a rebellious rage.  Maybe due to my departure from the night life and subsequence new found intolerance to alcohol I have just lost interest all together. 

My ability to “hang” has indisputably diminished.

Part of me is a little surprised at how easy it was to just let go of the night life.  I don’t miss the cloud of smoke, ringing piercing my ears, or that shell shock feeling the day after.  I don’t miss the drunken arguments with strangers or trying to figure out how I wasn’t arrested or banned from certain places do to my mouth or behavior.

As I stood inside the City Lounge in Milwaukee this past weekend boppin’ to the beat of the house music and insistently checking the clock on my phone… it hit me.  I’m just too old for this shit.  Though, I was having a great time with the boys… getting bumped into by the drunk 21 year old crowd was insanely bothersome. 

I noticed a crowd of “middle aged” men standing at a table watching all the girls on the dance floor and it gave me the willy’s.  Horrified I thought to my self, “they are WAY too old to be in a club like this”.  Then realized… they aren’t all that much older then myself.  So what was I doing there?  Ahh… father time you fucking bastard. 

More proof of my age altering phase, I’ve lost the ability to enjoy sleeping in until 11 am and staying awake past 12 pm is becoming more of a chore all by itself.  Saturday both Adam and I woke up, went to an appointment, did some grocery shopping, came home and made lunch all before 11 am.  I have to say it was absolutely magnificent! 

I have to say I rather love my secluded life out here in the country.  I love curling up on my couch and looking out the window to the backdrop of corn fields and farms.  Life is still busy and that’s ok… I find great peace at home with my amazing man.  I have the support of my loving family and the audacity to press on in conquering my dreams.

It’s time to hang up my party hat.  Time to let go of the wild child fixation and shed myself of the absurd theatrics that comes with that life.  I guess the time has come for me to turn in my night life pass and cocktail for an early morning sunrise and a cup of tea.

If this is what being old is going to be like… then I couldn’t ask for more.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.  ~Mark Twain