Saturday, March 30, 2013

This is- This is- This is a M-a-a-aan's World


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Why is James Brown so awesome?  And so sweaty?  I'm worried about him.  Is he always this sweaty?  I know performers sweat but that is really somethin'. Was this the first song of his concert and did he start out sweating like that?  It looks like he mopped himself in butter.

So, a long time ago, I stomped into my mother's kitchen and told her I wished the world was like it was in the 50's and the fact that it is not is what is wrong with America today.  I just want to say, before anyone starts whining about women's rights, that #1 shut up and #2 I'm glad women have rights but the way it's been instituted is 100% wrong.  To clarify, it's good that women can vote & work if they want to.  I'm all for that.  The reason I wish the world was like it was in the 50's is because once both parents were forced out of the home and into the workforce a few things happened that I am furious about.

1.) Children are being thrown into the system- day cares.  I don't believe a day care, no matter how credible, can hold a candle to the one-on-one love and attention of a mother (or father, the point here is one parent).  If one parent is rearing the child, they can gradually but firmly establish values.  Teaching a child integrity is SO IMPORTANT.  Otherwise, you have these moron idiot humans walking around everywhere.  Today, you can't walk outside and throw a rock without hitting a moron idiot human.  They are everywhere! Not that you should be throwing rocks at humans, obviously (my mother taught me that). 
The other option is to have someone in your family watch your child while you go to work because you have to go to work because the world we live in today it is not possible to survive on a single income (thanks Women's Movement!). Your mother was already a mother.  She doesn't want to do it again full time and it isn't fair to ask her to.  I sometimes have day dreams of how I would raise a babe.  There would be a lot of rocking and singing and story telling and playing and crafts and I know you can do all of this if you work but, for me, I would prefer to do it full time. And that is a pipe dream.  Also, I'm barren. So.

2.) No one has time to cook healthy, nutritious meals anymore.  There's no sit down breakfast (the most important meal of the day dammit!).  There's no time to pack lunch, no time to make a wonderful sit down family dinner and talk about the day.  I take care of only myself and I don't have time for all that.  But if I didn't have a 9-5, I would be cooking and cleaning every day.  We all just eat fast food or other garbage crap and the majority of us are not living up to our optimum health and well-being and that is SAD.  I know there are exceptions and terrific for you if you are one of them.  I'm talking about the majority.

The mother has been taking care of the offspring since the cavemen days.  That is why the woman's peripheral vision is wider than the man's.  Women had to be on the look out for danger in their cave abode and protect the offspring.  Men have better distance vision because they have hunted for food since the beginning of time.  Someone's been home with the offspring full time since cave man days and now we're trying something different and I'm not happy with it.

I know what I'm saying is controversial and I know I don't have children so how can I speak on it.  I speak on it because I'm mad as an old wet hen that this is what the world is now. 

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Let Me Tell You Bout My Best Friend

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
Sup.
Thanks for stopping by.  As soon as I post sumping (FYI: each Saturday) I always look at the views and they shoot up to like 60 new views within seconds of posting.  Isn't that cool?  I mean I know real blogs get thousands but, whatever, it makes me smilesy.
When I first got to my lapper this morning and started typing, it was awful because I hadn't had coffee yet and I was pissed off.  I considered writing about how my f-ing face looks exactly like one of those monster bad guys from The Hobbit.  Like the producer asked me to sit down and sit still for hours and they modeled the Goblin King (click here) after me or maybe took an exact plaster of my face or something. The underneath of his eyes were exactly what I looked at on my own face this morning in the reflection in the bathroom mirror.  Ew- Goblin King!   I thought and hastily packed on some bright pink lipstick.  Now I look like the Goblin King wearing bright pink lipstick.
But, I digress.  I'm here to talk about besties.  I just love some of my friends so much I want to pinch them and I include my sweet boyfran as one; a very special one.  I'm actually a really lucky Goblin King, come to think of it.  I can't wait for the warm weather so we can all go out and play.
Well, let me tell ya about Stevey V.  I met him....I dunno..I'm really bad at numbers (# Amnesia.  I swear it's A Thing and I have it) but it was years ago and we were basically instant best friends.  Ever met someone like that and isn't it cool?  I remember his eyes got big because I am a lot to take when I'm in full YAY PARTY mode.  But, Steve loves YAY PARTY modes.  Give him a few glasses of libation and watch him go.  You will cry your eyeballs out laughing.
We have the same sense of humor and we bounce off each other well.  Like I know I pick up funnies from him and re use them even if it's just an attitude.  Like how he has convinced me that everyone that lives in Latonia has neck tattoos.  Steve can be a butthole.  Like he says stuff where if you didn't know he was just joking you are like he is so mean!  He's just kiddin' guys and sometimes being mean to your bestie is totally fun.  It's a guy thing.  I grew up with Brother Bestie and stuff so I get it and I do it too.

** Eeeeep....A man just walked into the office with a neck tattoo!  **

Steve is very clever too.  Weirdly, he knows the answer to any question you might have no matter how obscure.  For example, you could ask him something like- What is the Axolotl's average life span?  Huh Steve? and he will know the answer to that.
Is Steve a robot?  I don't know.  It doesn't matter.
His heart is made of pure gold.  What I mean by that is, if needed, he will do anything for you.  I haven't met many people in my life who are so completely pure-intentioned.  He just wants everyone to be happy.  He wants to laugh and have fun and make you laugh.  If you become friends with him he is fiercely loyal.  He is altruistic and I aspire to be Steve-like in this respect. 

I want the best for Steve.  I want great things to happen to him and I know that they will.

Mushy-wushy! 

p.s. Steve, if you read this could you bring me some chicken salad to work thanks

Saturday, March 2, 2013

What I've Learned About Relationships

Maybe like 13 or so years ago I was in line for the seafood buffet at Hollywood Casino or Belltera or somewhere (I forget which casino -it was many years ago) and my friend Sierra, who was actually only a vague acquaintance at the time I think, told me she wanted to write a book with me about dating.  She said she knew I was a very good writer and that I knew everything there was to know about guys.  I remember this very clearly because I argued with her about it in the long line and in a way it was one of my favorite and most treasured compliments as far as the writing aspect of her comment.  "How do you know I'm a good writer!?  I don't know shiz about guys!" I argued.
She said she knew I was a good writer because of the way I talk (isn't that a nice/strange compliment?) and I knew about guys because there was always a fellow that was sort of "into me" or whatever.
Sierra breezily says things sometimes that make you stop and think.
You know I kind of wish I would have jumped on that book idea.  I've read blogs of her's since then and she's a beautiful writer.  But I maintain that I do not know shiz about guys.  I've learned a little though about relationships and I'd like to talk about it to you, dear diary.
I've dated a lot of people over the years and that is because I am an Old Wet Hen.  When I was younger there was a lot of innocence in my relationships.  I believed in True Love and Integrity and heavy drinking was not yet introduced into my lifestyle. It's endearing to look back at.
And then I had my heart broken.  Again & again & again & again.  The idea of True Love & Integrity completely disappeared from my life.  I'm not saying that was anyone else's fault or that I'm not responsible for my broken hearts; I'm just saying somewhere along the line innocence died, y'all. 
I used to work in a factory-ish place and I was the one and only girl that worked in the section I was in.  I used to come into work and talk to the guys about my different relationships (tip: don't talk to other people about your relationships.  Talk to the person you are in the relationship with.  duh.).  The guys would always be like "Meh, I don't think he's that into you" type of stuff but my favorite advice was when my co worker, Mike, who was previously a vacuum salesperson (sorry I just remembered that detail, like you care, Precious Diary) told me, "Look, here's the thing...  when you find the right person, it isn't going to be this hard."
Another bomb dropped on me.  A blown mind! 
I think it really is that simple.  When it's right, it won't be hard.  And guess what?  Then, after it's right and it's easy (think: not worrying about unfaithfulness, being yourself, enjoying another human being for being him or herself), you can bring back the innocence and the integrity.  And that is the best feeling in the world and a beautiful place to be and don't you dare settle for anything less.