No! I do not like nor condone this decision! Jason has been so supportive of his followers. He reblogs like crazy, he gives advice, and he has guest bloggers. As far as I can tell, this is the opposite of spamming. He doesn’t have to do these things to get more followers. He does them because he has the means to help others. Now, due to jealousy, he is shutting down.
WordPress I don’t presume to understand all of your rules, but I thought the purpose of this site was to have a forum for writers to get their work read. Jason makes that happen.
Mawwage
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Be married to my husband.
He’s a good man, a hard worker, a great friend, BUT if he doesn’t drop the bass from his voice when speaking to me soon, he’s going to be no more.
We have been married for almost 13 years, and we’ve been a couple for 15. Ups and downs like any healthy relationship (with a few misdeeds on both of our parts). We have two beautiful, if not conscientious children.
We have different parenting styles. I prefer to nip the behavior(s) in the bud, while he has an “I’m laid back until you annoy me to the point of exploding” approach. Homework in our house is a Sisyphean effort. I tackle the reading, writing, social studies, and projects. He warily approaches fifth grade math. It may seem like an unfair division, but as I’ve said before….many, many times….I don’t math.
The problem with this is simple. The mister works all day, and gets home usually between 6 and 7 p.m. He works in a field where he’s surrounded by whiners all day, so to come home and be bombarded with questions about fractions, decimals, and why the hell any of this is important can be a tad overwhelming to him. This in no way gives him permission to come at me like a spider monkey when I suggest the Prince take his questions to his teacher tomorrow, seeing as how the mister can’t seem to answer a question without a condescending tone. I get it. The boy is a bit of an asshole. He puts off work until the last minute, then expects to be saved. He comes by it naturally. Both his father and I do the same. Damn. Thing.
This has been therapeutic. My pimp hand isn’t twitching half as bad. Now to go listen to some Drowning Pool…
My 5 Senses Right Now
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I feel the wind seep into my bones, as I’ve diligently told my offspring to bundle up, but haven’t taken my own advice.
I smell the drizzle as the earth soaks it up into her thirsty soil.
The smoke from the warmth of my mouth drifts up before my eyes.
I hear footsteps.
I taste the sweet spearmint on his lips as he kisses me hello.
10 Songs I Love Right Now
StandardDisclaimer: Nowhere in the prompt does it say that these have to be contemporary songs. So, this is actually “10 Songs I Love Forever” 🙂 Enjoy.
Even before the controversy, I loved this song. After seeing the video, I can’t believe Sia felt the need to apologize. People will find evil in the simplest things these days.
Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons
Probably my favorite Mumford song. The glorious video doesn’t hurt, either.
” Hold me fast, Hold me fast
Cause I’m a hopeless wanderer
I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I’m under”
I was already a Crows fan when Cruel Intentions came out, then to hear this hauntingly beautiful song during such a pivotal moment in the movie, absolutely destroyed me in the best way possible.
Back to Black by Amy Winehouse
Oh my darling, you extinguished your talent way too soon, which happens all too frequently among “artists”. I love Amy’s voice and the retro style of her music.
(If You’re Wondering if I Want You To) I Want You To by Weezer
Rivers Cuomo et al. are a glorious bunch of misfits, and I’ve loved them since I was in high school **cough20yearsagocough** I was lucky enough to finally see one of their shows thanks to the bestie with testes.
Holding a Heart by Toby Lightman(aka A Girl Named Toby)
Best. Scene. Ever.
Eddie: Daisy Darling, today I make these vows to you. I will never rhyme “crazy” with “Daisy,” even if I mean like “crazy good.” I will not blow my nose in the shower. I promise to always consult you before getting a haircut, and never grow a mustache.
Daisy: Or a soul patch!
Eddie: Or a soul patch.
Daisy: I will not blame you for the bad decisions you make in my dreams. I will keep an eye on that suspicious freckle on your back, even though I’m really sure it’s nothing. And I will not get mad at you about everything when I am only really mad at you about one thing.
FAHK THIS IS HARD!! IT’S LIKE CHOOSING WHO MY FAVORITE CHILD IS!!!
Lest you think I am single minded in my music choices, the next few will show you my eclectic taste. This particular song is great for cleaning house, or “cleaning house” iykwim….
Con Te Partiro by Andrea Bocelli
If his voice doesn’t give you goosebumps, you are dead to me! Just kidding, but he does have a beautiful tone, and the duet of this song with Sarah Brightman is equally beautiful. Not gonna lie, this was the first version of the song I ever heard, though. I was kind of a club kid.
You’d think, growing up in Corpus Christi, TX as I did, I’d pick a song by Selena, but no. I wasn’t a huge fan before her death, and afterwards her overexposure made me even less of a fan. Bobby Pulido was my teenage crush. I can’t say that I understand all of the lyrics (I’m only half Mexican, and my daddy never taught me Spanish), but when he sings that he is walking down the street, sleepless, listening to the radio, and he’s searching for his angel’s voice….it sure does make my heart all aflutter.
I love Christian pop. I love Gospel music. I even love old school hymns. I have a relationship with God. It may not be a perfect one, but what relationship is? I’m not a holy roller, and I’m not a missionary. I won’t try to convince you that your beliefs are wrong, and unless you start it, I won’t have a religious conversation with you. You can’t deny the intensity of this song, though.
So, this is my list. It in no way encompasses all of my favorites. I love all music (except rap!!), and I will give anything a listen. What are some of your favorites?
What Am I Afraid Of?
StandardJesus! The easier question would be “What am I NOT afraid of?”
I’m afraid of heights. Not just any heights, because I can go on an airplane and I can zipline. Very specifically, I am afraid of heights with a ledge. Ladders, cliffs, and anything that has “overlook” in its description.
I’m afraid to be alone. I’d rather be in a horrible relationship than be alone. I’ve been in some seriously codependent partnerships.
I’m afraid of roaches. Yeah, I know they don’t physically hurt people, but they are creepy as fuck! When I was little, we lived with my aunt and uncle for a while, and they had those flying waterbugs!! Nightmares came alive in that house! Don’t even get me started on Joe’s Apartment! How anyone thought that was a good idea, I’ll never know!
I’m afraid of puberty. Not mine, of course. That’s long done and over with. I have an 11 year old boy and an almost 8 year old girl. Both highly emotional already. One of us might not make it out alive. I want in on the pot once y’all decide the odds.
I’m absolutely NOT afraid of dying. I’m very sure that my children will be well taken care of. My husband may struggle in understanding me, but he adores our children. My parents are only in their fifties, so I’m hoping they will be around for a while longer, and they love my children, as well. I feel like I’ve started a solid foundation in my babies, so I’ve accomplished a lot in my mind.
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Narcissism: Defined
StandardThe second prompt for January is 20 facts about me. This is pretty much up my alley, since I can write about my favorite subject. Me. Of course!
1. I have a male best friend. I know! I know! According to Harry Burns women and men can never be friends, but it’s absolutely possible. Especially when neither of us has the physical attributes the other finds attractive. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy, and he’ll make some girl very happy, but it ain’t me.
2. I have no tact. I try. Really, I do. It’s hard to keep my mouth shut when something annoys, angers, aggravates, or astounds me.
3. I enjoy alliteration.
4. Boom! I also like a well placed onomatopoeia.
5. I love cooking. Just not when it’s expected of me. I like to experiment with recipes, but my children are too picky, so I can’t.
6. I’m a Sagittarius. Actually, I’m double Sagittarius with Gemini rising. I don’t believe in the horoscope portion of the zodiac, like I don’t read it everyday, but personality-wise, it’s pretty spot on.
7. The oxford comma makes me happy, gleeful, and giddy.
8. I have an unhealthy addiction to social media. I’ve basically quit cold turkey, and it’s killing me slowly. Facebook had all of my “real life” friends, so now I never know what anyone is up to. Instagram fueled the attention whore in me. I was a self-appointed “selfie queen”. Twitter was my cup of tea, because most of my thoughts during the day are 140 characters or less. Unfortunately, I am a huge flirt. I’m also slightly inappropriate, and have boundary issues. This puts a dent in my personal relationships (i.e. my marriage).
9. I have a fairly decent memory. I can remember the most random details. Don’t ask me to repeat your name 5 minutes after I meet you, though.
10. I am in my 3rd cancer free year.
11. I love to read, but I haven’t found anything that has sparked my interest lately, so I return to the classics.
12. I’m not a big drinker. I used to be. Now, when I drink, I usually get sick, or can’t catch a buzz. There is no in between. This makes me sad.
13. I was in drill team in high school. Sometimes I still do 8 counts in my head while listening to music.
14. I love all styles of music. Except rap. Unless it’s old school gangsta rap. I’ll listen to Public Enemy, NWA, and Tupac all day errday.
15. I am a makeup junkie. I live by the rule “They’re not the same, they’re similar”.
16. Feminism confuses me. On one hand, yes, I think women and men should be treated fairly. On the other, we should understand that women and men will never be equal, because we are two very different sexes with different capabilities. The rest is a matter of respect.
17. I haven’t worked full time in 11 years.
18. I love all things 50’s kitsch. Clothing, jewelry, shoes, underpinnings, and furniture.
19. I am sarcastic by nature, and feel my greatest accomplishment in life is passing that on to my children.
20. I’m a klutz. I can trip over my own feet at a complete standstill on a windless day. Mystery bruises are a daily occurrence.
Hell Bound Housewife
StandardSo happy to know there are more women out there like me.
I am going to hell. After the weekend I had, I’m nearly certain of that.
He had been wanting sex all week. I can’t clean a baseboard, make a bed, or stand still for that matter, without his hands on my ass, or pulling at the waist band of my jeans to see what my panties look like. It DRIVES ME CRAZY. I know, I should feel grateful that after as many years as we have been together that he is still attracted to me, but for the most part I just want to put the socks away without having his hand poking and prodding.
What men don’t realize, or at least my man doesn’t (even though I told him) – if women are constantly reminded at how sex deprived the other half is, the more we are asked, the more insinuations are made, the less we want it. My brain…
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Writing prompts are for the unimaginative
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Just kidding!! We do what works, right? I’ve never been a self starter. Always the student who has to be told exactly what is expected of her. The employee who has to have a list of objectives. The wife who has to have needs spelled out to her….you get the gist. My list of imperfections is a mile long, and a.d.d. is one of them, so this is getting kind of tedious.
So, there’s my introduction. If you’re following my blog, thank you. You know how sporadically I post, but for my own mental health, I’m going to try a new approach this year. If you’re not following me, I hope you see something you like, and that changes.
I’m not a follow for follow kind of girl, and honestly, I only follow blogs I find interesting, so I hope y’all do the same. I’ve been on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. I know it’s a numbers game to some people, but I’d rather just read for entertainment.
Now for a recent picture:
I’d like to say “new year; new me”, but nope. Same old me. Sitting on the couch. Doing absolutely nothing productive with my life.
Happy New Year to you and yours! Hope it’s all you hope for 🙂
Reasons I’m Considering Atheism
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2. I loathe looking for Easter outfits for my son and daughter. They. Hate. Everything!
3. Christmas gives me stress. Stress gives me pimples. 38 year olds shouldn’t get pimples.
Other than that, God and I are good. We discuss daily events. I ask that he looks after my family, and considers keeping the cancer far away from me.
I get it. I understand the disbelief. What I don’t understand is the animosity between the, let’s say two, factions. The religious and the non religious. If I’m not trying to convert you to my way of thinking, what business is it of yours what my beliefs are? I have friends who are devout Catholics. I’ve had coworkers who were Muslim. Hell, my best friend is agnostic.
The beautiful thing about being a human is that you should be able to look past all the bullshit, and see a person’s worth by their actions and not their beliefs.
Merry Christmas, y’all
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