How To Help The Victims Of The Boston Explosion
I’ve been tech. free for a couple of days, or I would have gotten to this a lot sooner. Finding out what’s been going on is heart wrenching, and if I hadn’t gotten a text this morning from someone with a link on how to help- I might not even have been on today. We all want to know how to help the victims from this, so I’ll get right to it.
Quiz: Are You In A Traditional Marriage?
“Traditional Marriage”- That’s a term we’ve all been hearing lately, isn’t it? I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of signs and pickets asking for your support. I saw a Facebook post recently asking that the government protect “Traditional Marriage”. That made me wonder, am I in a “Traditional Marriage”? Perhaps more pointedly- are the people crying out their support, their insistence that “Traditional Marriage” in one? So, here’s a “quiz” to answer that question. Feel free to put your marriage to the test to see if your measures up-
MIAC March- Check Out My Flip-Flops
I was excited to do this months Made In America Challenge. I mean, I’m excited every month because Hey! something new, but this month was a little bit of necessity , a little bit of fun. You see, I had just slipped while going down some stairs (while holding my child. Because, you know, I always like to do things to the extreme.) due in large part because the sandals I was wearing were old and falling apart, and were missing a heel and had absolutely, positively no grip. Which I found out when I slipped. So after contorting myself as only a mother attempting to save her child (who is laughing at all the fun) can, and sliding down on my shin, I discovered that not only had my sandals tried to kill me, but they had absolutely committed suicide.
We Don’t Owe You Sex
I was going to start a post about the Ohio Rape Trial and how it’s so important that we teach our daughters to not put themselves in situations where they can be taken advantage of. Then, I began to read more. I read more articles, more comments. The conversation wanted to start making me vomit.
People, so many people- are jumping at the bit, justifying rape at the expense of the victim.
She didn’t say no soon enough. She was a tease. She dressed a certain way. She hung out in the wrong venue. She put herself in a bad position (drinking, drugs).
Here’s the thing I’m hearing here:
Women are walking around, available to screw any time a guy wants to. UNLESS she says no.
Help Out! Week 3/3-3/9
MIAC- Why I No Longer Wear Nail Polish
I used to be one of those teeny-boppers who had like, every color of nail polish under the sun. Sky blue, deep purple, sparkles- my toes were rockin’. My friends used to come over and we’d paint each others nails and do all sorts of fun, crazy stuff. That’s what teens do, ya know? When I grew up and moved out my collection dwindled and I would remember to give myself a pedicure every so often. I’d break out the sea salt, lemon, and olive oil and whip up a scrub. I’d soak my tootsies and clean ‘em up and make an evening of pampering out of it. Standing on your feet all day working retail means that doing that every so often is a real treat. And then, then I had kids. Let me explain….
Happy Birthday To Me! A Look At 25 Years Of Life Lessons
To commemorate my oldness (it’s my birthday!) I have decided to make a list of 25 things I have learned from life so far! I’m hitting the 1/4 century mark and I sort of feel like it’s a ‘big deal’. I mean, it’s not everyday where you can so easily associate your age with a fraction AND the big 1-0-0, right? So, perhaps a little pretentiously, here is my list of life lessons-
A Month Of Blah
Oh my goodness. This month. I think it may be trying to kill me! I just don’t even feel like I have the energy to fight the good fight. It’s cold season, apparently, and that means that we are going on months of at least one person in this house being sick. I’m pretty ashamed at how much my oldest has missed school, but they do frown on you sending them in with a raging fever. Somehow I can’t get the sick people to stop breathing in each others faces, so this years sickness keeps getting passed around like a gift that keeps on giving. Of course, now I’m sick too!
Forget It, I’m Boycotting Valentines Day!
I was recently on a forum where the question of ‘what are you doing for Valentines Day this year’ was posed. ‘Nuthin.’ I responded. Simple. Short. To the point. I wasn’t expecting the response. “Oh wow. I’m so sorry!”, she said. Great, Now I’m getting pity for not celebrating a holiday? Why was pity the automatic go to response? I had been wavering on how I felt about the big V-day this year, but that sort of put the last nail in the coffin for me. I don’t want to celebrate Valentines Day this year! Does that surprise you?















