“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.
In plays and poems someone understands
There’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands…
For me, love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means.
I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’"
Sonnet, Neil Gaiman
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
The best
This might offend some people, but I love this...
“If being gay is a choice, show us the proof. Choose it. Choose to be gay yourself. Show America how that’s done, Herman, show us how a man can choose to be gay. Suck my dick, Herman. Name the time and the place and I’ll bring my dick and a camera crew and you can suck me off and win the argument."
-- Dan Savage (responding to Herman Cain’s statement that being gay is a choice)
“If being gay is a choice, show us the proof. Choose it. Choose to be gay yourself. Show America how that’s done, Herman, show us how a man can choose to be gay. Suck my dick, Herman. Name the time and the place and I’ll bring my dick and a camera crew and you can suck me off and win the argument."
-- Dan Savage (responding to Herman Cain’s statement that being gay is a choice)
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Friends
The majority of my readers know me in outside of my blog. They are primarily friends or family. Three years ago, Jason and I made the difficult decision to move our family from Indiana to Illinois. This move was the hardest most trying time in our relationship. I was miserable. I hated living in Illinois. I was driving home to Indy at least once, if not twice, per month. I hated leaving my friends and family.
I have always had a problem meeting new people. I am not a fan of change. My “home” friends have been my friends for over 10 years, some for 15 or more. They know me and they love me for who I am. I am not the easiest person to be friends with – I can be vulgar, loud, immature, controlling, but I’m also a great listener, open-mined, loyal, caring, and nurturing. I have always expected a lot from my friends.
Finally, after living in this “hell hole” for three years, I have met a group of people that makes me feel like I belong here. They are amazing. I can be my normal dick-and-fart joke self without being judged. I can randomly buy fake moustaches, suggest that we wear them out to the bar, and they go for it with no hesitation.
Jen and Abby are the two that have welcomed me the most. I can barely go a day without seeing one of them. They are some of the funniest, caring, vulgar people I have ever met. It’s like we are all the same person. We have the type of friendship that doesn’t take work. It is effortless, it seems like we have known each other for years. I hope they feel the same way, because they are stuck with me now!
I have always had a problem meeting new people. I am not a fan of change. My “home” friends have been my friends for over 10 years, some for 15 or more. They know me and they love me for who I am. I am not the easiest person to be friends with – I can be vulgar, loud, immature, controlling, but I’m also a great listener, open-mined, loyal, caring, and nurturing. I have always expected a lot from my friends.
Finally, after living in this “hell hole” for three years, I have met a group of people that makes me feel like I belong here. They are amazing. I can be my normal dick-and-fart joke self without being judged. I can randomly buy fake moustaches, suggest that we wear them out to the bar, and they go for it with no hesitation.
Jen and Abby are the two that have welcomed me the most. I can barely go a day without seeing one of them. They are some of the funniest, caring, vulgar people I have ever met. It’s like we are all the same person. We have the type of friendship that doesn’t take work. It is effortless, it seems like we have known each other for years. I hope they feel the same way, because they are stuck with me now!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Joy
Comparison is the thief of joy.
This is one of my favorite quotes. I don’t know who said it, but I repeat it to myself daily. I am unbelievably lucky to be a stay at home mom. When Marley was born it wasn’t even questioned — I stayed home. I have enjoyed every single moment. Don’t get me wrong, it is hard as heck and stressful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I get to spend every day with my beautiful girls.
That being said, I am human. I sometimes find myself getting jealous of what other people have. I think what Jason and I could have if we were a two income family. A bigger house, nicer cars, fancy vacations, and so on. I think that it is natural for people to feel this way, but usually I feel like a complete ass for doing so. I try to remember to be thankful for what I have. I have a husband that works his butt off to give his ladies everything we want.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
I am sick of comparing myself to others. I am sick of looking past all of the joy in my life because I want more material things. Not anymore, I am making a conscience effort to be happy with what I have and be happy for what others have. I get to spend all day every day with my smart, beautiful daughters... and that is my joy.
This is one of my favorite quotes. I don’t know who said it, but I repeat it to myself daily. I am unbelievably lucky to be a stay at home mom. When Marley was born it wasn’t even questioned — I stayed home. I have enjoyed every single moment. Don’t get me wrong, it is hard as heck and stressful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I get to spend every day with my beautiful girls.
That being said, I am human. I sometimes find myself getting jealous of what other people have. I think what Jason and I could have if we were a two income family. A bigger house, nicer cars, fancy vacations, and so on. I think that it is natural for people to feel this way, but usually I feel like a complete ass for doing so. I try to remember to be thankful for what I have. I have a husband that works his butt off to give his ladies everything we want.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
I am sick of comparing myself to others. I am sick of looking past all of the joy in my life because I want more material things. Not anymore, I am making a conscience effort to be happy with what I have and be happy for what others have. I get to spend all day every day with my smart, beautiful daughters... and that is my joy.
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