Can’t Live With Them, Would’ve Never Been Born Without Them

Hey everyone! It’s been a little bit since I’ve checked in with all 24 of you that are following me. I’ve missed you, it’s been too long, all of that good stuff. I’ve decided to stop by here tonight and muse with you about a holiday that’s coming up and what it means for someone who’s in the now life-long situation i’m in. Mother’s Day. 

In July of 2013, at 5:26 PM, my mother slipped through the surly bonds of earth on her way to somewhere between here and before there. Where it is, I can’t say. I’m not the religious type, never have been, and I don’t see that changing for the rest of my life. I mean sure, I’d hate to be part of the large group of atheists that are left here after the [supposed] rapture. We’d all be kicking ourselves for not being more holy. But there just hasn’t been any concrete evidence to steer me in homeboy Jesus’ direction. Sorry dude. None of that changes the fact however that my mom did pass away from breast cancer and my father, sister, and I were left to hash out how the rest of our lives were going to be. Just the three of us. 

Some quick facts about my mom for those of you who are interested; she was an avid writer and taught me my love of language, she loved music, and she loved beer. She taught elementary school during her ‘later’ years and never stopped being an awesome mamma to my sis and I the entire time. To say that I miss her, would be nothing but an understatement. I was with her during her entire battle, right by her side; my father, sister, and I all troops in her anti-cancer platoon with her oncologist, Dr. Smith (seriously, just Dr. Smith), as our commander in chief. I watched it go from bad to worse, then I watched members of my family gather for a wake a few months later. It happened so quickly…god damn it just happened so damn fast.

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^Missing you momma! Me and her at my high school grad., 2009^

May 11th is an unknown for me right now, I don’t know what my mind will lurch upon me that day. I’ll know when I wake up right how I’ll feel, I did on her birthday which was a few weeks ago and I’m sure the same rules will apply for this day. Who knows. For sure I’ll call my dad and chat with him about her, recall a few good stories of our lives together. Good vacations, good times, just family stuff. I was blessed to have a good [family] one, and still haven’t changed my opinion even though were a member short. I’d even go as far to say that we’ve become stronger as a unit. 

^May be the greatest photo in existence right here, my dad serving my mom up on Mother’s Day last year 2013.^

I urge all of my friends, my guy-friends specifically, to spend as much time with their moms as they can. As a boy, she’s the first girl you fall in love with. I can remember saying to my dad when I was five, “she’s my mom! Go get your own!” or something along those lines, claiming my supposed ownership of her. She guides you through your life. Takes shit from you at your worst moments with nothing but a smile and good advice as a response. She’ll do your laundry, literally and figuratively, and do her best to keep you out of trouble. It sort of seems unfair that we relegate the honoring of our mothers to just one day, doesn’t it? 

In closing; make her feel special that day. Even if you fucking hate your mom, call and tell you hate her just so she knows your thinking of her or something. I don’t know…but don’t just stop at breakfast in bed. This is an all day thing here people! Mother’s DAY, not Mother’s morning and after breakfast and that drab-ass romantic comedy she drags the family to-everyone’s on their way back to their iPhones and meaningless trips to Starbucks with your friends (I sound like I’m 60 right?). Show her you love her, because she won’t stop showing you.

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^The current ‘Rat-Pack’, my dad, sister, and myself in Hawaii in January 2014! Again mom, wish you were there.^

I know this wasn’t the most chipper subject matter but if you liked anything here; spread the love with a like, comment, or follow. Happy Mother’s Day everyone 🙂


We’ll call this the “Opening Credits”

Come one, come all-let’s all get down with stories and observations from me, myself, and I-Chace Hart. I’ve been inspired to write this after following a friend of mine’s from week to week. I thought to myself, “this must be just fucking awesome, to just…talk…to anybody who’s willing to listen.” I tend to never shut up, so this platform was a natural attraction for me to try my best to be funny for other people besides my friends or anybody who happens to be standing in line next to me at Chipotle when they skimp me on that steak (I get pissed, start saying passive aggressive shit under my breath, and usually get a laugh or two from the old lady next to me).

Some things you should know about me; I have weird opinions on stuff and often ask those questions that maybe shouldn’t be asked-remember in Zoolander when Hansel elaborates on how he wondered what tree bark was made of as a kid? I feel him on that one for sure. Feel free to use that as a mold to make assumptions about my personality. I am a 22 year old junior in college at Sonoma State University, a stones throw away from the beautiful city by the bay…Oakland-kidding-I meant San Francisco but who’s counting. I am English major (wassup fellow writers!) and am sorta making my way through the California extended ed. system trying to figure out what the hell exactly I was put on this earth for. Also, and this one’s important, I love LOVE looooove movies, beer, and weed so you can bet your ass its going to be THAT kind of blog.

Anyway, i’m not saying i’m unique by any means-just chill as hell or at least I try to be. I’m going to clue you guys in weekly to the debauchery that seems to be my life. There’s a lot of it, both good and bad, so I’ll have material to go h.a.m. on for a while. Oh, right…I also have a girlfriend-again, nothing but fun times there. So if you decided to get this far through this little opening scene, I’m gonna definitely suggest you take a seat again the next time you see that lil’ link pop up in your feed and I’ll try and make you laugh for a few minutes yea? CHEERS! PROSIT! ACTION!