I want to blog, truly I do.

I want to do, truly I do. But I have nothing to say. What you say? What do you mean nothing to say? I mean NOTHING. I got nothing. I can ramble here incoherently for hours but honestly I got nothing. I could tell you about my friends mother who made a stupid ass comment about how the reason her cat had to be put to sleep at the vet is because she couldn't afford to have it. Her exact words were, well that's what happens when you have pets and can't afford them. I told her that it wasn't the time or the place for that comment. Her cat was at the vets being treated for crystals in it's kidneys. It was at the vets so where the fuck did she get that she couldn't afford it. Talk about being cold hearted. Then she told her to stop crying, just stop it. Really? She's hearing that her cats in intense pain and she has to put him to sleep now and she shouldn't be crying? What alien world are you from that a person shouldn't fall apart over the loss of a pet? They are your furry loved ones. Just like people that don't fall apart over the loss of a pet are okay. Everyone has the right to grieve in their own way. How dare she presume to know what is best for someone else!

We had an amazing time at the BBQ. Even brought a resident from the nursing home to my house. He loved it and had a great time. Even if my family is a little crazy. Which we are. He told me my sister and I are exactly alike. We don't look like twins but we act alike. Damn straight we do. She's just as crazy as I am! And I love her for it. So apparently I did have something to blog about.

Oh and a special shout out to my Pattycakes. I FUCKING LOVE YOU MANG!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Get out of your own head.....

I had all kinds of thoughts and plans for my future. Dreams of the life I'd lead and the places I'd travel. But dreams are simply mist, blown away by the winds of reality, and as a well-known movie of our  younger years taught us, 'Reality Bites'. Reality is a bitter bitch.
Read more

Monster Juice Spray pussifying our children?

Today someone posted a cute little story about a pharmacy that prescribes a Monster Spray to children that have monsters under their bed. They spray the spray before bedtime, under their bed and it makes all the monsters go away. A little six year old girl used it three times before she was sure all the monsters were gone. I find this story absolutely adorable. I think it's wonderful that this pharmacists does something so kind for small children with big imaginations. I think a little magic in this world is just what a lot of child need. The response from one woman totally had me stunned. She said it's crap like this that is pussifying our children. Really? Then she went on in another reply when asked what one has to do with the other to say her daughter was bullied and what are they going to make next, bully spray? (They do make a bully spray, it's called mace!)  Her daughter had to graduate early because of bullies. Okay, what does her daughter being bullied have to do...
Read more

Sometimes..

Sometimes the emotional pain becomes too much to bear. Sometimes the emotional pain feels like it's going to consume us. Sometimes the emotional pain is so overwhelming that we need a physical pain to release it before we lose ourselves and who we are in it. Not everyone can understand this, I get that. Not everyone can look at someone with scars that were self inflicted and say, I see your pain. Sometimes, we hide those scars under our jeans so no one will notice. It's not for attention, it's for release. Sometimes we dull the pain with alcohol, sometimes we dull the pain with drugs either prescription or illegal. Sometimes we smoke too much and talk to loud. But we find our release to keep us alive. We are survivors with our scars to prove it.
Read more