Where Laughter Meets Lunacy

I will never understand how you can be in the middle of a disagreement with your significant other and you can just go to bed, with nothing even close to resolved. It doesn’t bother you that you don’t truly understand why someone is upset with you? That would drive me nuts and I’d never be able to sleep. I guess that’s just my personality. I don’t know, but whatever, guess I’ll be up late tonight being cranky and taking it out on my yarn, and probably the cats since they will start getting wound up right when I start to get tired, same as every other night I guess. I am still amazed I’m not a drinker, maybe I would be if it didn’t make me feel like shit. I’ll just sit here and drink my Tension Tamer tea and hope for some sleep tonight. End rant.

Edit: I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, it’s just a guy thing I guess, silly me.

Ok, so I’m one of those people that really despises those forwarded “informative” and “chain letter” type e-mails. You know the ones I’m talking about, “Click here to read about this new virus that’s spreading like wild fire!” Are you fucking stupid?!?! Or the “Forward this to 10 people to support your troops.” Come on! For one, why in the hell do you think it would be a good idea to follow an unknown link to “read” about a horrible virus, if people really wanted to warn you about something horrible why wouldn’t they just put the details in the e-mail in the first place in plain text so you wouldn’t have to venture out into the scary WWW and risk getting a virus there? Here’s a thought, install a good fucking AV program (not a P.O.S. one you pay $50 fucking dollars for at your neighborhood office supply store) and don’t click “Yes” or “Install Now” on every fucking pop-up that happens to make it in front of your face. When some random ass pop-up tells you your computer has been infected with a virus and if you don’t “Click Now” the world as you know it is going to end and there are dancing chickens around the window, IT’S PROBABLY NOT A GOOD IDEA TO CLICK IT, don’t rely on the word of a dancing chicken! And as far as the troops go, guilt tripping people into sending forwarded e-mails of any kind = teh suck! I support our troops, I feel bad for everything they have to deal with everyday, it fucking sucks, and things like that shouldn’t happen, but they do, this is how the world works thanks to human nature. If people need to be sent an e-mail to make sure they know the sacrifices that are made everyday by other people for certain things, maybe they need to GROW A BRAIN. I don’t get out much, or watch the news, but you’d have to be an absolute moron to not know all the horrible things that are happening all over the world. I know what’s happening and I choose to hide in my cave and hope that horrible things like those that are going on everywhere in the world don’t happen to me or the people and animals I love. I don’t have the nerves to go charging off to other countries (or right outside my own door for that matter) and try to stop all the horrible things that happen, I am way too fucking nervous and jumpy, I’d probably have a heart attack 5 minutes in, or eat my own hand, who really knows. When more shit happens to fly my way, you can be damn sure I’ll take care of it, but I’m not about to go chasing it around. I am very thankful there are people out there more stone-like that can handle that shit and try to make the world a safer place. Anyway…. I do not respond well to guilt trips or threats and you know what, I totally fucking deleted those e-mails and I don’t feel a bit bad for it. If you get an e-mail with a message in it you feel is powerful or important, fine, take the part out that you feel is good and send it, but please leave the “guilt tripping, chain letter, send this to 10 people or the world will implode” shit out if you want me to even look at it. Yes it may take an extra couple of minutes, but if you really want people like me to read it, take the time, or I will hit that delete button so fast it’ll make your head spin. Now that I’ve totally gone off on the subject, let me enlighten you as to why. I got this e-mail today and knew it had to be posted up on my blog, it was just too awesome not to be. And so I bring you “Are you fucking seriously forwarding this, and without even an apology for all the other forwarded crap you’ve sent?”

For Serious?

If you are one of the people that sends me these e-mails, don’t worry, I’m not mad at you, I still love you. If getting these kinds of e-mails from others makes you feel happy, warm, and cuddly inside, that’s great, you just keep on forwarding them to everyone in your address book. But if you get them, and feel a twinge of “great, thanks for sending this to me, now I have to trouble everyone I know with it or the world is going to come crashing down on me” I urge you, DON’T BE A SLAVE TO THE FORWARD BUTTON, dare to be different, hit DELETE instead, I know it’s scary, but it will feel good not being a sheep. Baaaaaa.

And vote for Attack of the Redneck Mommy as Best Canadian Blog in the 2009 Bloggies, because how could you not after reading a hilarious post like this?

So I have 10 hand written pages of my life that need to be typed up. I got through page 3 a few nights ago but I haven’t motivated myself to get started on it again:/ I wrote these pages one day while at work during the giant rough patch in life when we were living in California. I didn’t write a date on these pages but I think it was shortly after Dave got the holy living shit beat out of him by the neighbor’s drunk stupid friends fuckheads. I had so many things going on and no one I could “truly” vent to. I was trying not to bombard Dave with anymore shit than he already had to deal with. Work was slow that day and I had done everything there was for me to do so randomly I just started writing about things that frustrated me, but I made the mistake of starting at day 1, birth. So I managed to make it to the point where we moved to California and all the latest shit began, but didn’t actually get into the stuff that started me on this venture to begin with. After furiously writing 10 pages by hand I couldn’t write anymore that day and to this day still haven’t picked up where my previous writings left off. But since I made this blog I figured it was time to get those words on the computer and prepare them for posting, and then continue on where my story left off. I think part of the reason I haven’t brought myself to finish typing it up is because I’m not sure about posting it up for the world (ha, I have 2 people that have looked at my blog so far) to see. Not because I don’t want people to know, I am a very open person and really could care less how much people know about me, but mostly because I’m not sure how some of my family would feel about some of the things I said. But the way I look at it, if they can’t accept me and what I say for what it is, then whatever. I mean, I’ve already warned that this blog may offend some people. Well anyway, I’m just rambling now, think the OTC store brand “sleep aid” is starting to take effect, thank god, maybe I will sleep well tonight. Point is, I’m a lazy slacker who doesn’t feel like typing up my life story but I swear I’ll get to it soon, in case anyone wants to know more about why I am the way I am. Peace out, bedtime for me. Yes, I just said peace out… *shrug*

So I just had to put Dash in time out. He’s in one of his moods again. One second he’s rubbing up on your leg wanting pets then the next he’s wildly attacking your foot, hand, or anything else he can reach with a look of murderous rage in his eyes. He was much less scary when he was a baby. He’s currently whining at the door. I just can hardly wait to battle it out with human children one day, at least cats can’t hold knives or throw things at your head. On the bright side, at least I’ll be used to the biting and scratching, sigh.

Some good laughs today! I gotta say Kristen’s was eye opening, and a little unnerving.  I know parenthood is supposed to be a “great” thing and everyone “loves” their children but sometimes I worry if maybe I just wasn’t cut out to handle some parenting situations, lol. I really never even thought of little kids (and so many of them!) doing this on a regular basis. I guess it is a perfectly “normal” part of human nature, just wow, lol. Maybe I’m just easily embarrassed!

Tanis just sounds like way too much fun to hang out with. I think it’s the Canadian thing, it’s gotta be:) I hope one day I meet some women like this to be friends with. I do miss having close girlfriends to talk with sometimes, sigh. I never thought I’d say this but it’s easier for me to find a pair of good fitting jeans these days than a close friend I can hang out and chat with. I guess that really goes without saying when you never really leave the house though:/ But really, where in the hell would I go around this damn town to meet anyone that I would actually get along well with? Please. Church? Umm, hello, not my thing. A bar? Hmm, no, also not my thing. I can’t afford to go to a gym, and I don’t think that’s where people go these days to “make friends”. With a personality as strange as mine it seems the only people I find in the world that remotely match my personality type are online. Maybe I need to pose as a real “blogger” and get in on some of that blogger conference action. I guess I need to manage to wrangle a job in this godforsaken ecomony to make money to get there first though, damn. Stupid fucked up economy, you’re totally ruining my social life, ha.

Well I’ve finally done it. I made a blog. And not just any blog, MY blog. A blog I can do whatever I want with and say whatever I want on. If you are easily offended by anything I suggest you get out now while you can, this blog isn’t for everyone. I wanted a place I could vent and share my feelings freely without rules. So this is the space I have created. You have been warned…