Today is my fur baby and I’s birthday! His the big 3 and I’m 35… yikes where does the time go!
I just watched a video where disabled American citizens were dragged out of their wheel chairs and carried off from a protest. This enraged me. No matter what you say nothing absolutely NOTHING justifies what happened. These are concerned Americans trying to have their voices heard. They are part of the collective whole that are the EMPLOYERS of these asswipes running the country making laws that will hurt them. It made me extremely sad to see such a display against humanity. What if in the future I have a child and they were born with a disability or whatever other pre-existing conditions are out there. This country is not going to give a shit about that child’s health. They only care about their God- Money. They bow down to Money without a single care in the world for who they are screwing over. Why would I want to put a potential child through such torment? They can’t be under our health insurance forever and what if, god forbid, someone loses a job or something else happens? I don’t want any children I have to suffer and this is my main concern against having children that I can’t get past. I don’t want them to suffer. I would hate myself.
This country has lost its soul. I am feeling really depressed right now.
I have been listening to the Harry Potter books in the car as I drive to and from work to make the hours in traffic enjoyable. Currently I am on my least favorite of the books, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Why? Well… People calling Harry a liar… hate. Harry Potter’s constant whining and taking out his anger on his friends… hate. Umbridge… super duper hate. Regardless of all that I will still listen on. I pass one part today where Professor Snape assigned the class an essay on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making. The book never really tells you so I thought it would be a fun idea to complete a Hogwarts homework. Below you will find my moonstone essay and I apologize that it is not on 12inchs of parchment! Continue reading
Wedding dress sizes
There is no greater time to ignore a size than when you are shopping for a wedding dress. I have said it once and I’ll say it again… the number on your clothes does not and will not ever define you! Yet no matter how hard I try to apply my words to myself; I will admit there was a punch to my self-esteem as I was squeezing into a dress two sizes bigger than my everyday clothes. I ended up asking the same question I am sure tons of other brides asked. Why do these dresses run so small? So I googled it.
I lived in a place prior to the first house. I was told this by my parents but that apartment rests in a part of my memory I don’t have access. The home I do remember was owned by my maternal grandparents. It was a greenish color with 4 levels. You had to walk up a ton of stairs to get to the house. I on the other hand preferred to take the dirt path that was between the railings of my grandparents’ house and the neighbors to the left. I imagine that is because I always wanted to do things differently but that is for my parents to confirm. Regardless I thought it was more fun than taking the steps. To the right of the stairs was a three level bush/tree garden. Least that is what I call it. I used to like to play there. Continue reading
I ate food today
So world hunger doesn’t exist
I feel cold
So global warming is not real
I have health insurance
So others also have easy access to their medications and treatments
I am not sick
So everyone must be well
I have a job
So poverty is fake news that was perpetrated to give my money to lazy people
I live in a home
So homelessness is made-up
I don’t feel oppressed
So no other woman is oppressed
I am in a loving and healthy relationship
So domestic violence is a lie
I was never raped
So it is just something others lie about for attention or money
When something doesn’t effect me
It must not be real
When I don’t agree with something
It must not be real
If I don’t want to look it up
It must not be real
What is wrong with this picture?
Why can’t people think outside of themselves?