12.06.2010

Let's Raise Some Real Men

Yesterday, I was reminded yet again of how lucky I am to be married to my sweet husband.

I didn't feel well and spent almost the whole day in bed. He took care of the kids, and me.
In fact, at one point, I got up and he said "What do you need, honey? I'll get it for you." And I said, "I have to pee." I really think he would have done that for me, if he could, bless his heart.

Anyway. When I did get up, I was fortunate enough to catch the episode of 16 & Pregnant featuring Chelsea and Asswipe Adam. Chelsea and Adam got pregnant while they were juniors in high school. I emphasize "and Adam" not to be cutesie, but to stress that it takes two, and she did not get pregnant alone. However, she did pretty much everything else on her own. He even made a point to remind her that, while she couldn't do the typical things that high school seniors do, he could still do whatever he wanted. Ha, ha, ha.

Adam made a bad impression on me early on, calling his pregnant girlfriend "dumb" and "stupid" and never really being around. He did manage to arrive for the 5 week premature delivery of his daughter, but when she finally came home from the hospital, he was too busy to be there. Also, when his 5 week old preemie infant had RSV and had to go to the doctor in the snow, he was, again, too busy. He was either hunting or working on his car.

So, when the girlfriend finally called him on some of this, he blew up (via text message) and called her a "fat stretch mark bitch", and told her to get the papers drawn up so that he could "sign off on that mistake".

Did you catch that?
He called the mother of his baby a "fat stretch mark bitch", and called his daughter a "mistake".

I can repeat that again if you want, because hours later, it's still running through my head.

I wanted to jump through the screen and ring his neck! If that were my son - who is a senior in high school himself right now - I would NOT permit him to act that way. First of all, I firmly believe that he would never even think of acting that way in a million years. Young or not, if he became a father, I believe he would step up to the plate. He has not been raised to be an irresponsible little prick. But IF he did lose his mind and behave that way, I would absolutely lose my SHIT on him!

Then, my son was telling me about an adult couple he knows. The mom is not working right now, and the dad is, frankly, a male chauvinist pig. Mom didn't have dinner started at 4pm today. The horror! So Dad informed the kids ("jokingly") that they were going to get a new mom, who had a job and who would cook their dinner on time.
As if anyone else would put up with his sorry ass! He also told the Mom that she WOULD have a job by next week. Period.

So I looked at my husband and said, "Well honey, I am not working right now, and I didn't cook dinner at all - in fact, I have been in bed all day. So when is your new wife coming? Oh wait, I forgot - YOU are not a douchebag!"

How, and why, are men still being raised this way in this day and time, in America? Why do they walk upright?? And why are women still putting up with this crap?

Why aren't boys being raised to treat women with respect, and be responsible for their own actions?

Not only is it wrong to treat women like crap, but it's STUPID. It's a lesson my husband apparently figured out early in life, or at least shortly before meeting me. If you treat a woman well, she will reward you. Your life will be good. If you take care of her and worship her like the Goddess she is, you will be treated very well. Usually, in the kitchen and/or bedroom. I'm just saying.

If you treat a woman badly, what motivation does she have for making you happy? This generally translates to no nookie, and no cookie. Your life will pretty much suck.

You get what you give. And women, if we put up with being treated badly by men, we're just allowing it to perpetuate. Stand up, and teach your boys how to be men! You will be doing them a favor.




12.02.2010

So Much to Say, So Many Frags




~*Friday Fragments*~



~* In case you didn't notice, I decorated my blog for the holidays. My header is all festive, my footer is a holiday message, AND....it's snowing! On my blog, that is. It's cold enough to snow here at home, too. Ugh! I thought I lived in Florida?!




~* I started decorating the house, too. I'm all done inside except for the tree, which we'll get this weekend (we always get a live one). We'll decorate outside this weekend too. This house is the biggest we've lived in, and I've decided we need more Christmas deco! I will be doing some after-Christmas stocking up for sure.




~* I almost let my kids stay up late watching TV last night - on a school night! - because I thought it was Friday. They weren't about to say anything, but I saw them exchange a weird look and then it hit me - d'uh! It's Thursday!




~* There's a great giveaway going on at I'm Living Proof that God Has a Sense of Humor. It's for a Reverse-a-Purse, and I want it! Check it out.




~* Speaking of giveaways, a while back I won a credit to have a custom piece made at Stamped Under the Moon. I just got my necklace in the mail, and I LOVE it! It is stamped with my kids' initials, which spell the word EAST in order of youngest to oldest (Elayna, Andrew, Shelbie, Timothy). I LOVE my necklace!







~* I got an award this week on my food blog, Southern Loving. I was so shocked! I am on a list with some real, GOOD food bloggers! I'm not sure how that happened, but I'll take it!




~* I am SO happy to be back to blogging regularly. I hated feeling so out of touch, and I NEED my outlet of blogging! I've been getting caught up on some of your blogs, and I've even had time to get on Twitter a little bit. I actually blogged every day this week, which is unusual for me, but I just had so much to say and had been out of the loop for so long! Thanks to all of you who stuck with me through my hit & miss blogging & visiting.




~* If you've never seen this site, check it out when no kids are around, and you're not eating so you don't (a) choke or (b) spit food all over your screen. Seriously, I have laughed myself SICK the past few nights reading this site! Hilarious! Damn You Auto Correct




~* If you are one of the people who gets upset when you see someone shorten "Christmas" to "X-mas", read this information that my friend put on Facebook. It's actually not an offensive thing!

"X-mas" originated due to the fact that "X" is the greek letter for "chi." What does "chi" mean?

You guessed it, "Christ."

So when you see "X-mas," the word Christ is still in it and the reason for season has not been forgotten!




~* Last but not least....I'm going to start ending my Friday Fragment posts with a favorite song of the week. Listen if you're interested. This one reminds me of myself & the hubby!








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Mommy's Idea


I think my house is haunted.

So, we've been blowing things off ever since we moved in here. Little noises, doors being open when we swear we've shut them, TV or lights turned on when we're almost certain we've turned them off, things being moved. We have kids & pets, so we just brushed these things off.
But lately.....it's been harder to do that.
Last week, John saw an old man standing on our front porch. He did a double take, and the man was gone.
A couple of nights later, I saw "something" in the hallway. I have thought I saw things in that same hallway before, but it was always out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked straight at it, it would be gone. But this time, when I turned my head, it was still there. A white, transparent, shapeless form.
And then tonight.
I had the vacuum cleaner out earlier in the night, cleaning off the fireplace & mantel to decorate it for Christmas. I left it plugged in, which I do very frequently because I use it so often.
And about five hours later, I was sweeping the floor and noticed that the dog bed needed vacuuming. I commented aloud to the dog who was sleeping on the bed, "You're gonna have to move in a minute because I'm going to vacuum that thing." (yes, I talk to my animals.)
About three minutes later, the vacuum turned on. All.by.itself. No humans or animals were anywhere near it. It has a push-button switch, you push down on it with your foot to turn it on. You have to push it pretty hard to get it to come on and stay on. Which it did. For several minutes, because John and I kind of freaked out and neither of us wanted to walk over there and turn it off.
Finally, I turned it off, and nothing has happened since then.
It doesn't scare me at all when these incidents happen. It freaks me out, because it's just weird, but I never feel afraid.
Mostly I feel intrigued.
What's going on here?
What's going to happen next?