Best of wishes to all those involved, some counselor somewhere will be making some money on this one. Marriage Counseling among other things? Jack Nicholson can put on his Anger Management face and handle those who can't control their selves.
I think we can all say we've felt like saying this once or twice. Though I honestly don't think I've ever delivered breakfast to any bed. Nor have I ever received any breakfast in bed. Sounds like extra work to me. Because when it's over you know the bed is all crumby. You'll have to clean that shit all up.
I'm pretty sure we all get to the point on occasion (every day for me). Where you'd love nothing more than to punch most people in the face.
Maybe I'm a different kind of woman, but most people piss me off. Daily! Pretty much all people on the list there.
But how can you not appreciate something funny on a Friday! I know I do. I refuse to let the world bother me too much today. It's Friday you know and I plan to spend the night with a group of my favorite ladies. Finally!
Was introduced to this project the other day while reading a blog of a lovely blogger. It's a project for raising awareness of breast cancer. I fell in love instantly, the bravery and heart of these young survivors. It makes me realize this is just a small bump in the road for Mom. She's as brave as these women and young women. She's as strong, stronger than anyone I've ever known.
Take a few minutes and check out his site. Keep in mind, it's a beautiful masterpiece but my also be inappropriate for all viewers.
My first product review, at least I think it's my first review. I'm not even sure as to why I'm going to spend the time reviewing said product for you... Before we go any further this is a women's product. For those squeamish men, you should probably direct your attention elsewhere, NOW!
So some months ago I decided I would inquire with my lady friends on this new thing I'd never heard of before. Now keep in mind I'm typically the last one to know about shit. lol. One day it's just in my face and I'm like Oh look at this new shit. That's awesome!! So I remember to google this product, called soft cup. I'd received a coupon in the mail or at the grocery store one day and was like, what the frak is this "soft cup" about? I'd no idea. Lost and forgotten I finally remembered to ask my friends. A few of them who'd heard of it or a similar product praised the HELL OUT OF IT! I mean they love it and a few of them were more in love with the idea that it's "better for the environment" . So let's do this thing, shall we?!
It's "A unique, prove advancement in period protection" <- I agree with this, because it's definitely an advancement for those who are patient. I will admit the first few times I tried it. Hell my first month of using it. I was ready to "toss the piece of shit out the window" <- My exact words. It frustrated me to no end. I hated insertion and removal. It was disgusting to "mess" up everything including myself. Gawd it was awful. It took me multiple attempts to get it inserted properly. Don't misunderstand ladies, it really takes dedication to get the hang of this thing. Or at least it did for me.
And now that I've been at it for a bit, it's not quite as annoying to say the least. I'm getting the hang of it if you will. It's a strange little device but really has a lot of perks to it.
It's safe for 12 hours, unlike the tampons
OK for swimming and sports
"Softcup loves making love..." That's right ladies, they've designed this shit so we can have clean sex while Aunt Flo is in town. All these years and they finally get that shit right?
It's "comfortable". You really can't feel it when it's inserted.
"Softcups have no wings, no strings . . . just freedom! " <-I pretty much love that catch phrase also.
I will say it's not as bad or scary as it seems. I know at first I was like, ehh... I'm soooo familiar with my tampons. I've been doing it for what seems like a lifetime. I know what to expect. Of course you're going to have some leakage when you do it wrong, it's going to suck making a mess while removing and inserting, but when you realize you haven't had to hit the bathroom and go through the change for a whole 12 hours. Yea. I love it.
There ya have it, my first product review. How'd I do? Check out softcup
I catch myself at times being a royal bitch. Well I'm typically always a bitch. One way or another, it's just going to happen. I'm at a point in my life where everything pisses me off and with few exceptions everyone pisses me off as well.
I'm beginning to worry though that some of my ways will rub off on my darling little girl. Ya see I have a lot of...issues. Not in the sense that I'm neurotic or unbalanced or anything..
My main thing right now is my weight. Sure I am far from fat as I tend to call myself. But I've blown past my preferred weight. With that I am not comfortable. Few of you followers have read my struggles with my weight issues. What bothers me most is, I'd hate for my daughter to ever say those things. I hate the idea that she could possible develop some eating disorder because of her Mommy's crazyness.
There I said it... I think I could be slightly crazy. Just a little!
Then there is of course my cleaning spells. I do it...constantly. If I'm home, I'm cleaning. I don't spend much time sitting on the couch. I don't spend much time being affectionate. That's another issue. Is it bad that my child has or will develop issues with PDA or any form of A for that matter? Am I some how in the wrong for not being an affectionate person? I do hug my child though. It's how I've always been or how I tend to end up anyway.
It bugs me my child might grow up to be like me.... But why should it?
I have so many things that scare me, things I hear my child say she doesn't like either. She says she won't go back in the water, because of a "foot in mouth" moment I had the other night. Yea so apparently it never registered with my darling that sharks are in the ocean. Even in Florida. Yea, so now she's got a phobia with that. Just like me. Spiders, snakes, certain foods. Gawd!
It's a vicious cycle... Isn't it?
Like we always said, We didn't want to grow up to be like our parents... It's inevitable isn't it. They're going to grow up and be like us...Aren't they?
I could sit and stress that issue.. But instead I think I will keep being myself and if I see my child reflecting any of my negativity. We set it straight then. Till then I try and keep things to myself, things of the eating and weight issues.
Till then I will keep being the same old rawking Mommy that I've always been. Because no matter what my issues might be, I'm a good Mom and that's all there is to it!!!
They want to pass a law to make it unlawful for women to have abortions. This goes beyond any insurance bullshit. This is a direct attack on the rights of Americans. Not just American's but women everywhere.
Don't compare me to a fucking cow or a sheep and that I can't abort a dead fetus from my body. Fuck you America and your attacks on my rights as a woman on my rights as an AMERICAN CITIZEN!
In the words of others, until you have a vagina don't tell me what I can do with mine!
The news spread the word that they want it to where insurance companies are not covering the cost of women who have abortions or women who take birth control? Not the women, just the abortions and the birth control.
I wasn't aware, are they trying to repopulate the country or something? I had no idea. Count me out though. If they don't want to cover my birth control pills, they make other contraceptives.
Im not proud to admit it, but I've had an abortion. It wasn't the greatest experience. I am PRO CHOICE but I don't think it's right for women and people to take advantage and use this method as birth control. Thats not good on our bodies. For the bible thumpers, their god would not approve. It's murder they will tell you. YOu know the stories. The awful tales...
I'm retiring these work shoes.
I'm planting this ass in this home and never going into the office.
I've stopped being everything.
I stopped when you stopped.
Now I sit in misery, looking around.
The same dusty floors,
the same clothes piled high.
Never a change,
never an exciting world to see.
Always the same house wife TV,
always the same smiling faces.
A face masked by that smile
while underneath they cry and suffer.
Good day world.