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I really ought to post here more often. So, new house, new job, new area. Almost an entirely new...

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 23:49:15 +0100

I really ought to post here more often.
So, new house, new job, new area. Almost an entirely new life!
But I could not be happier.

Today I just want to scream. I’ve had enough of thinking things will be better next month, or...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 18:02:14 +0100

Today I just want to scream. I’ve had enough of thinking things will be better next month, or in two months, or six. You know what, they never fucking are. As soon as you get one thing sorted out, another comes along to knock you back down. So what is the point of getting back up again?! Every time I feel like I make a step towards getting what I want out of life something comes along to put me right back where I started and I’m so fucking sick of it!

aristotlesbitch: Earlier I felt really sick, like horribly sick to the extent I thought I was gonna...

Fri, 25 May 2012 00:17:00 +0100

aristotlesbitch:

Earlier I felt really sick, like horribly sick to the extent I thought I was gonna spew.
and then I realised that the thing I am most scared of ever is being sick. Like it actually scares me shitless.
is that weird?

I could have written this…. Emetaphobia - the fear of being sick

I really ought to come on here more! I guess I’ve just been so busy I’ve not thought...

Sat, 19 May 2012 23:38:53 +0100

I really ought to come on here more!

I guess I’ve just been so busy I’ve not thought to check this much. There will be a lot changing soon, new job and new house in a new area. Although right now I have no idea where any of this will be, need Tom to find his job first.

I’ve been feeling pretty isolated and lonely lately, not something I’m liking too much. I just seem to work and sleep and sit on the sofa with nothing to do and nobody to see. I’m hoping once we move I can build up a social life again, I’m fed up of being lonely. The worst bit is feeling like I have nobody to talk to really, I mean obviously I can talk to Tom but not about everything. I miss having a girlfriend I can talk to.

ironyatitsbest: My Son Is Gay Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is...

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 02:07:05 +0100

ironyatitsbest:

My Son Is Gay

Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you.

I have gone back and forth on whether I wanted to post something more in-depth about my sweet boy and his choice of Halloween costume. Or more specifically, the reactions to it. I figure if I’m still irked by it a few days later, I may as well go ahead and post my thoughts.

Here are the facts that lead up to my rant:

My son is 5 and goes to a church preschool.

He has loved Scooby Doo since developing the ability and attention span to sit still long enough to watch it.

Halloween is a holiday and its main focus is wearing a costume.

My son’s school had the kids dress up, do a little parade, and then change out of costumes for the rest of the party.

Boo’s best friend is a little girl

Boo has an older sister

Boo spends most of his time with me.

I am a woman.

I am Boo’s mother, not you.

So a few weeks before Halloween, Boo decides he wants to be Daphne from Scooby Doo, along with his best friend E. He had dressed as Scooby a couple of years ago. I was hesitant to make the purchase, not because it was a cross gendered situation, but because 5 year olds have a tendency to change their minds. After requesting a couple of more times, I said sure and placed the order. He flipped out when it arrived. It was perfect.

Then as we got closer to the actual day, he stared to hem and haw about it. After some discussion it comes out that he is afraid people will laugh at him. I pointed out that some people will because it is a cute and clever costume. He insists their laughter would be of the ‘making fun’ kind. I blow it off. Seriously, who would make fun of a child in costume?

And then the big day arrives. We get dressed up. We drop Squirt at his preschool and head over to his. Boo doesn’t want to get out of the car. He’s afraid of what people will say and do to him. I convince him to go inside. He halts at the door. He’s visibly nervous. I chalk it up to him being a bit of a worrier in general. Seriously, WHO WOULD MAKE FUN OF A CHILD IN A COSTUME ON HALLOWEEN? So he walks in. And there were several friends of mine that knew what he was wearing that smiled and waved and gave him high-fives. We walk down the hall to where his classroom is.

And that’s where things went wrong. Two mothers went wide-eyed and made faces as if they smelled decomp. And I realize that my son is seeing the same thing I am. So I say, “Doesn’t he look great?” And Mom A says in disgust, “Did he ask to be that?!” I say that he sure did as Halloween is the time of year that you can be whatever it is that you want to be. They continue with their nosy, probing questions as to how that was an option and didn’t I try to talk him out of it. Mom B mostly just stood there in shock and dismay.

And then Mom C approaches. She had been in the main room, saw us walk in, and followed us down the hall to let me know her thoughts. And they were that I should never have ‘allowed’ this and thank God it wasn’t next year when he was in Kindergarten since I would have had to put my foot down and ‘forbidden’ it. To which I calmly replied that I would do no such thing and couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. She continued on and on about how mean children could be and how he would be ridiculed.

My response to that: The only people that seem to have a problem with it is their mothers.

Another mom pointed out that high schools often have Spirit Days where girls dress like boys and vice versa. I mentioned Powderpuff Games where football players dress like cheerleaders and vice versa. Or every frat boy ever in college (Mom A said that her husband was a frat boy and NEVER dressed like a woman.)

But here’s the point, it is none of your damn business.

If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off.

If my daughter had dressed as Batman, no one would have thought twice about it. No one.

But it also was heartbreaking to me that my sweet, kind-hearted five year old was right to be worried. He knew that there were people like A, B, and C. And he, at 5, was concerned about how they would perceive him and what would happen to him.

Just as it was heartbreaking to those parents that have lost their children recently due to bullying. IT IS NOT OK TO BULLY. Even if you wrap it up in a bow and call it ‘concern.’ Those women were trying to bully me. And my son. MY son.

It is obvious that I neither abuse nor neglect my children. They are not perfect, but they are learning how to navigate this big, and sometimes cruel, world. I hate that my son had to learn this lesson while standing in front of allegedly Christian women. I hate that those women thought those thoughts, and worse felt comfortable saying them out loud. I hate that ‘pink’ is still called a girl color and that my baby has to be so brave if he wants to be Daphne for Halloween.

And all I hope for my kids, and yours, and those of Moms ABC, are that they are happy. If a set of purple sparkly tights and a velvety dress is what makes my baby happy one night, then so be it. If he wants to carry a purse, or marry a man, or paint fingernails with his best girlfriend, then ok. My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is ‘normal’ and what is not, but to help him become a good person.

I hope I am doing that.

And my little man worked that costume like no other. He rocked that wig, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

This. If I can be as an amazing mum as this makes her found one day I will be a happy woman. The role of a mother is to nurture and support a child as they grow and nobody has the right to critisise someone for doing so.

thecravinglife: Some fishing stories are a little hard to...

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 23:13:29 +0000

thecravinglife:

Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story…

Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat.
“Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.

I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I’ve never seen anything quite like it!

“Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first
buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say ‘thank you’ and disappeared into the forest.”

After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help (that’s him in the wheelbarrow).

My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn’t know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!”

From: Second Chance Ranch

My Mum is my best friend. I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing….

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 17:32:09 +0000

My Mum is my best friend.

I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing….

Morning cuddles with little man :)

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 09:46:25 +0000

Morning cuddles with little man :)

I love this whole series, but this episode has to be one of my...

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:48:08 +0000

I love this whole series, but this episode has to be one of my favorites :)

Tom fell asleep before I had even got into bed. Talk about rejection! All I wanted was a cuddle and...

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:19:17 +0000

Tom fell asleep before I had even got into bed. Talk about rejection! All I wanted was a cuddle and kiss while I have nasty infected eyes that are making ne feel ugly and shit. This falling asleep lark is getting all too common in this house. Roll on holiday!

aristotlesbitch: gingerwhinger: rumandcocacola: sailorsandpett...

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 18:48:08 +0000

aristotlesbitch:

gingerwhinger:

rumandcocacola:

sailorsandpetticoats:

Fucking hell I hate stuff like this. Real men like all different types of women, larger women, smaller women, taller women, shorter women. To shame slimmer girls and suggest that men won’t be attracted to them because they’re thin is fucking atrocious. Actually, to say that about any size is outrageous.

Arrrgh what is with all the skinny shaming that’s going around tumblr lately, more so than what it usually does!
Pisses me off. Real men are attracted to personality, not the shape of our bodies. I just want to fucking slap every one that says this.

A man didn’t make this I’m sure. Girls need to be confident in themselves and stop shaming other girls for their body shape, whatever it may be.

More to the point, what’s the difference between a man and a real man?

THIS!! So fed up of all the “only these physical attributes are attractive” bullshit. If men didn’t love woman in all their different shapes and sizes there would be far fewer cats in shelters!

I really need to post here more! Although will start that another time as tonight Tom is home :)

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 17:52:54 +0000

I really need to post here more!

Although will start that another time as tonight Tom is home :)

And another year passes...

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 21:07:44 +0000

So, it’s almost time to say goodbye to 2011 and hello to 2012.

I’m not making any resolutions, there isn’t really much point to me. There are things I want to do, but that’s it.

I’m not sure how I feel about 2011. It started pretty rubbish, got amazingly better, then went downhill again. I nearly didn’t get to see 2012, so at least I can be thankful that I’m here.

I’m not sure why we all think a new year will magically change everything, but I guess things can’t get much worse. Or at least that’s what I hope!

My hopes for 2012 are simple really, nothing fancy. Just to be happy and healthy, to find my place in life and to see in 2013.

I know already that it is going to be a tough year but I can get through it.

Overall things are good. I have a house, a job, Tiggy and most importantly Tom.

Roll on 2012 with a new car, Centre Parcs, Olympics and whatever else is in store.

So, after one hell of a year, I can honestly say I’m looking forward to 2012. I have lots to...

Thu, 15 Dec 2011 22:09:36 +0000

So, after one hell of a year, I can honestly say I’m looking forward to 2012. I have lots to look forward to. Tom and I are going on holiday the same week as our anniversary, I will turn 21, I’m going to watch the Olympics (gymnastics in specific!) and I should be getting a car again in the New Year. Hopefully it will be a good year as this one has ended so rubbish, but nevermind eh.

My accident has slowed me down and given me time to appreciate the things I have and the things I have yet to achieve. It’s given me the oppurtunity to think about what I want, what I want from my life and what I want to do with it.

Although right now I’m perfectly happy sat here with Tiggy on my knee and a cuppa in my hand, waiting for Tom to finish work so I can hear his voice :)

As if this week wasn’t shit enough already…

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 01:29:49 +0000

As if this week wasn’t shit enough already…

Lying here wide awake feeling completely inadaquate while being used as a pillow by the cat. Great.

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 02:03:14 +0000

Lying here wide awake feeling completely inadaquate while being used as a pillow by the cat. Great.

I really don’t post here much! Things are a bit rubbish but I’m sure things will get...

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 01:42:03 +0100

I really don’t post here much!

Things are a bit rubbish but I’m sure things will get better :)

I have Tom after all, so it’s all good.

I’m starting to realise how long it is since I picked up my camera, I think I need to find a bit of inspiration somewhere to pick it up again. Maybe a bit of time off with be no bad thing in some ways. But I know I’m going to get bored quickly, especially while Tom is at work. Now, just need ideas for photo’s!

Haha, totally how Tiggy is with Tom! :)

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:41:15 +0100

Haha, totally how Tiggy is with Tom! :)

So, it almost feels like I’m keeping a secret, even though I’m not. And the only...

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:11:33 +0100

So, it almost feels like I’m keeping a secret, even though I’m not. And the only reasoning for this feeling that I can think of is that I can’t talk to Tom about the thing that is troubling me, because we barely see each other at the moment. Let alone spend enough quality time together that we can talk about stuff like this. It’s something I’m finding very difficult right now, which I guess is why I’m still awake at 3am when I need to get up for work at 7am. Who knew being with a chef could be so hard at times. Yet, dispite the crazily long hours, I still live him more than he could ever know :)

Having a cuddle with little man before work :)

Sat, 27 Aug 2011 18:01:00 +0100

Having a cuddle with little man before work :)