Am I the only one who can’t see the Shit My Kids Ruined photos without clicking to their homepage? It used to show images in my Dashboard and RSS feed and now they’re gone, but I get multiple posts for every entry.
I’m extremely protective of things that I like (if you don’t think Arrested Development is funny or smart, I’ll bust out a six hour dissertation on the genius of the writing - you don’t have to like it, but the scripting is genius) but I have a hard time forcing myself to try things that other people suggest. Tonight we watched The Adventures of Baron Munchausen and it was just okay. If I were home alone, I would have turned it off at the moon scene but since Ryan chose it, I slogged through but distracted myself with sewing a pillowcase. Everyone else is always so much more courteous (especially Ryan) when I force them to watch a movie or listen to a song that i suggest that I feel guilty because my threshhold for Awesome is so high that it’s difficult for me to try new things.
I wish people could just sort of roll their eyes and say “that’s our Mia!” - and they might - but I always feel like a butthole for not liking the things they love.
Occasionally, I see post around here about people feeling less than good about their bodies, or wishing they had more confidence or a willingness to accept themselves.
I have a different problem.
I think I look fan-fucking-tastic all the time. I’ll look in a mirror and think…
I don’t necessarily feel “pretty” but I’m thinking that I’m A-OK and dang if this isn’t a cute outfit and then I see pictures and I am stunned to see all those chins…. and realize how that dress was too tight on my fat belly and I just want to yell at somebody for not telling me.
I’m not scared of death, but I really like my life & don’t wanna go dying anytime soon. I’m terrified of the WAY I’ll die. I’m convinced that I’ll die horrifically, in some freak car accident, or be brutally tortured & murdered. This probably has a lot to do with the insane amount of friends I’ve…
Me too! That’s why I’m not afraid of rollercoasters - if they break while you’re hurtling down a 90 degree decline at 55mph, you’ll be DEAD - but I am scared of stuff like ferris wheels. If a ferris wheel breaks, you’ll fall down and crack your head and lose the ability to speak or move, but your brain will be just fine. I fear being incapacitated or slowly dying (#1 on the list: suffocation) way more than actually being dead.
Like The Burning Hell says (in Last Will and Testament - a fantastic song, BTW) ”when I die, I won’t be sad. I’ll just be dead.”
Have you ever seen 2 weird looking people who have a really adorable kid? Like, in some way all the weird traits lined up to make the kid actually really cute? And maybe that kid has some of those odd features, too, but they just work for him? But you know in your heart that it was a million to one mash-up of the genetics and that if that same couple has other kids they’re all going to be strange looking or downright ugly?
Do you ever want to warn that couple to stop having kids? Like, “hey, Mister. You don’t know me but you sure did luck out with that cute kid. Maybe you should stop while you’re ahead…”
I’m tired but not sleepy. There’s a distinct difference. Alarm will go off in less than 5 hours and I have to be immediately up n’ at ‘em for a 5k charity walk. So I’m laying here in bed, breaking all the “get to sleep” rules. Playing with electronics, watching TV, and giggling as kitty does flips all across the bed playing with his rattly toy because he’s not sleepy either and he wants to be near me. How can I lock him out of the bedroom?
I’m thankful for having enough money to go to out instead of making breakfast tomorrow because right now I am so overwhelmed that preparing breakfast could easily tip the scales and I would have a complete meltdown.
Although, it’s 1:30am on Friday and I just realized that my car registration was due on Wednesday. sigh I’ll just be over in this corner sobbing quietly to myself.
I have to watch what I say about enjoying my life around some of my “friends” because they’ve chosen to marry assholes instead of decent human beings and they’re not the type to be happy for anyone else. Also, in 90% of the cases, the jerks are women (meaning my friend is the unhappy husband). And in 100% of the cases I warned them not to marry that jerk.
It actually is really shitty to edit myself this way. Because everyone has the option to be happy, but getting there isn’t always easy. They’re too lazy to try and instead I am the buttface for saying anything contrary.
This is also why I spend a good deal of time sequestered in my house.
A few weeks ago I rescued a little stray dog from a busy intersection on a rainy night. Now he is rescuing me. My girlfriend and I broke up (again) and she moved out (again) two days ago. I want this time to stick and not go back to her when I start feeling the loneliness. I want to learn to…
Also: most vets actually do a vasectomy because it’s less surgery, smaller incision, heals faster, etc. My cats still have their balls, so they are aesthetically male. Vets can also remove the testicle itself and keep the sac, if you’re into the aesthetic of it (Ruckus had one that was undescended and it was fully removed but he still has the standard dual pack nutsack). The “downside” is that they still get their testosterone so my cats are GIANT. Ruckus is easily 20 lbs and about 14” tall at the shoulder. But my cats have never sprayed or howled or humped, so something in the process curbed their libidoes.