I am a mom of 3, a wife, and an often disgruntled lab tech ....I write, knit, crochet, cook, & just try to make it through. My writing blog is wordsontheceiling.tumblr.com if you'd like to check it out. Thanks for hanging out in my head space! ~D
Me: If I hear that stupid song from Frozen one more freaking time….. Someone really needs to do a heavy metal cover of it. THAT would make it much better and possibly tolerable.
14: Somebody already has. *exasperated sigh*
Me: Really? Oh, I’m definitely looking that up!
14: *eye roll* Why can’t you be a normal mom and like show tunes or something?(PS: I watched around five versions on YouTube and still didn’t find one I could stand. Even metal can’t save that.)
I thought about listing all the things that made me write that little bit last night, but then I decided I wouldn’t. It’s just life, right? Sometimes you have to power through. Two things from today, though:
1) I burned my right forearm Sunday afternoon on a roasting pan right after I pulled it out of a 400 degree oven. It made a three inch long slash right across the inside. Three days later it has scabbed up and looks yucky. It will probably scar, so I should come up with a better story. Knife fight? Yeah, that’ll do. You should see the loser.
2) If you’re going to say hello to someone and ask how they’re doing, even just in passing, have the decency to wait until they answer before you say “Great! Good for you!” Otherwise you’re just a patronizing douche that’s only speaking because you think you have to. I’d rather you not ask at all.There’s obviously more, but perhaps it’s better left unsaid. Tomorrow is another day.
Don’t you hate it when the stars align and spell out “you’re f*cked”?
Yeah. Me too.
Nowhere in the definition does it speak of honor or love. No, there are words like duty and bound, contract and custom.
Ideally it should instill some sort of pride, I would think; this concept that seems to have disappeared along with chivalry and proper social graces. As if we honor those gone before by fulfilling our obligations. But right now it doesn’t make me feel honorable. Right now this word feels like a stone around my neck.
I am digging through the decades, dragging out boxes, purging and pulling. Perhaps yard sales aren’t the most profitable of ventures, but I cannot live up to my neck in memories any longer.
So much I have kept out of obligation. Things I saw on a wall during every childhood visit, things that evoke strong memories. But when you try to keep every object from the past, there is suddenly no room for the present, no room to create your own memories.
The guilt is overwhelming as I consider getting rid of so much. But I try to hear my grandmother as she laughed while putting out the china one Thanksgiving: “If you’re not going to use it, then what are you keeping it for?”
💥 Thanks for hanging with me through last night’s rant. I don’t usually make public statements like that, but that whole topic pisses me off. Perhaps it’s because I know what it’s like to be manipulated and controlled. It’s not hot. It’s not romantic. It’s terrifying. If I ever find out a man is treating one of my girls like that, he’d better find a good place to hide.
🏠 And moving on from that subject…. I really need to get my house clean this weekend. Probably won’t happen, as I suspect I’ll be sorting and pulling out stuff for next weekend’s yard sale. Perhaps purging the crap will make cleaning easier afterward. Yeah, I’m going to go with that.
💰 I want to make enough money from the sale to buy a few things for our upcoming vacation in October. I want a new bag to carry, and the one I like best is a military style small tactical pack. I’ll probably just keep granola bars where the ammo goes and put maps in the easy access handgun compartment, though. I just like all the pockets and organization, and I’m not a fashion oriented type, obviously. Maybe I could decorate it with badass knitting patches…..
💄 I got a new colored lipgloss that makes me feel sassy. Maybe that’s incongruous with wanting to carry a tactical pack, but I don’t give a flying crap. I’m a study in contradictions.
🌀 We have just over a week until school starts and my evil hormones are due to kick in and make me extra crazy just in time. I should stock up on wine and kleenex and y’all should prepare for the inevitable barrage of insane posts.
Go rock your Friday, y’all. It’s early in the day, so I very well might have more to say later. I’ve had a lot of caffeine.
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to rant about this but I’m going to explode if I don’t. I spent the day listening to women at work oohing and ahhing over this new movie trailer and I just can’t hold it in any longer. I’m pissed.
Do you know what you’re left with if you take the sex out of Fifty Shades of Grey? A perfectly painted portrait of the kind of man every woman should avoid, and all parents should pray our daughters never encounter.
For those of you that have bought into this bullshit, let me tell you a secret: OBSESSION IS NOT LOVE. IT IS ABUSE. Stalking is not romantic. Controlling behavior is not something to make you fall at his feet in adoration. Money or no money, love does not isolate you from your friends and cause you to censor yourself to keep the peace.
Your bedroom is your business, and consenting adults are exactly that. Intimidation and force have NO place in a healthy relationship, whether it be BDSM, vanilla, or anywhere in between. I don’t care about anyone’s private business. Paint each other blue and wear chicken masks. Whatever. But the continued romanticizing of domestic abuse sickens me, and I wonder how many women will stay in dangerous relationships because this sort of crap has become accepted as “sexy and romantic”. If you’re looking for something hot, there’s plenty of porn out there to read or watch that doesn’t have that sort of abuse involved.
I don’t care if you call him Sir or Master or Daddy, or if you have boring sex in the same position for your entire adult life. I care that some girl will end up dead because she decided she wants a guy that acts like Christian Grey.
If we want our society to change, ladies, stop buying into things that give men license and even encouragement to act like monsters, and stop acting like idiots yourselves.
(Let the unfollowing commence………..)