Looking At Life

I was driving home yesterday and starting thinking how my life has turned out and how I thought it would turn out. I figured my life would be full of metal-ish thingies. Well let us break it down:

Home: How is my home metal? It’s an 1850’s log cabin that was/is infested with stink bugs. GROSS!  I know, but this has turned me into a ruthless killer…totally metal. It also gives me an excuse to blare The Devil Wears Prada newest Zombie EP. I like it because it makes me a badass with a vacuum! Home = Metal. 

Sig. Other: I assumed many, many moons ago my future hubby would be a metal head. How else would it work? Well, instead I married a total NON-metalhead. BUT as it turns out, my non-metal head hubby is a most awesome and badass GRAVEDIGGER. OH YES. Totally fucking metal. :)

Dogs: I always had dogs, but none have been as badass as my current babies. All three are rescued pitties. All three are crazy. And all three are sweet as can be. But you come in my house and I don’t want you there, my sweet little (big) babies will rip your fucking throat out :) That is totally fucking metal.

Work: Who knew I would actually wind up owning the daycare. How in the world is that metal? I can do it my way, when I want, whatever I want. Of course I won’t be as successful if I do that, so I have a nice happy medium. BUT it is nice to know I can be metal as fuck if the situation allows. That is pretty metal.

Car: My car is made of metal. Right now it is scrap metal, but just for a few more days. Once she’s back on the road, she will be the rockin’ metal machine again.

So all in all, no matter how much I used to bitch to myself (and the occasional person) about life not turning out how I wanted or how I expected, all I have to do is look at life in the right light. I Still Am Metal...bitches 

Morte et Dabo

What is it? AND what does it mean? Morte et Dabo has two different translations but they are quite similar. 1) Translated from Latin to English it means “Dead and gone”. 2) From French to English it means “Death, I will give you”. 

Morte et Dabo is a choir piece originally written by Tim Donahue

Asking Alexandria chose to use the original as a fairly epic intro and a calming outro. You are definitely going to need a calming down period after listening intently.

Then it gets intense. Like most other AA songs, there is a mix of vocals. What I like about this song is the notable addition of some black metal vocals. The lyrics are pretty good, it seems to be describing Lucifer destroying and tearing down heaven. “I’ll tear your eyes out of your self-righteous face” is one of my favorite lines the way it goes with the rest of the band. All in all this song is pretty brutal. I give it 4 stars.

As I look through the newest Country Living and Better Home & Garden, I am thinking to myself “how is this metal?”  I am running around tidying my house rocking Budweiser sleep pants and a Cypress Hill t-shirt blaring “Morte et Dabo” on the iPod. The I look in the mirror and discover I am wearing a diamond necklace and other bling-y items. HA! I Still Am Metal with a dose of reality on the side \m/

On to the next issue of being grown up and Metal, there are many, many awesome face-rocking concerts coming up. This leaves me with my biggest challenge of all: My Hubby. “Don’t bother coming home,” he says. What man wants his wife running around a moss pit or crushed up against a stage only to return home black and blue from the neck down? Certainly, not mine. Especially if he is soooo not metal. The closest to metal my husband gets is Hank III. (Don’t get me wrong Hank III is pretty tight.) So I think to myself, “is going to a concert really worth risking our marriage and our seven long years together? Normally no, but seven years later, abso-fucking-lutely.

I have come to this realization, if I, and am emphasizing I, am not happy, no one in my home is. I spent a good four years trying to force myself to listen to mainstream radio. How miserable is that? It was almost excruciating blocking out my metal. But I am not 16 anymore.

When I meet my little brother for the first time, about two years ago, my perspective changed. He is soooo Metal. That is when I learned that metal is in my genetics. Apparently my birthmom smoked cigarettes and rocked out to Black Sabbath whilst I was in the womb. Now that is Metal. Of course we know now that smoking during pregnancy is a big no-no. But Metal has been with me since the beginning.

Back to my point, I must always my Metal in my life. For it is my security blanket and oxygen all in one. That makes me happy.

If I am happy, the house is clean, laundry is done, diner is made and my garden is prettier than ever! I also noticed that I am more productive at work. So next time I want to go to a concert and my hubby responds in his usual way, I’m just going to go. But I WILL come home afterwards. After all, do you think he really means it? Would he feel a concert is that big of a deal to break up our marriage? I think not because bitching about it and breaking up over it are two totally different outcomes with one being way too extreme.

Stay true to yourself and the rest will follow suit.

My First Ever Blog on StillAmMetal

As I write my first blog, I am thinking "how the hell do I even write a blog?". Well, who gives a flyin' you-know-what? I am a twenty-nine year old business owner AND nanny AND wife AND I Still Am Metal!

With my blog I hope to portray my life and how I Still Am Metal. No matter how old and no matter where I go in life, I Still Am Metal. You can be a grown-up and still rock your face off! Join me as I journey through my life with my soundtrack of the ecstasy that is metal. Why? Because I Still Am Metal.