Hello again, 

So today it's going to be another rant.  This is another example of something that really gets underneath my skin.  Number 1, in the United States, we have no national language.  Does everyone know why?  Because we are a nation of immigrants.  That is how we started.  That is how we are.  Number 2, if you are going to spout this crap, at least make sure you are not making a mockery of our language by misspelling it and making yourself look like a bigger idiot.  L A N G U A G E.  That is how that word is spelled, dickhead.  While English is our primary language, if you were going to visit, or even live, in another country, you would not be expected learn that language.  You probably wouldn't get very far, but, I'm sure you would be hard pressed to find a car rolling around France that says "This is France. Our only language is French."  

Just so we're all aware, I am grateful to live in this country, but, our country was founded by people looking to escape tyranny, not to make it an exclusive club for our right-wing conservative asses.  I live in a city where I, as a white person, am the third minority.  And you know what, I think that is wonderful.  I think it is wonderful that I live in a country that is so diverse. However, it is a shame that we do not celebrate our diversity, but rather claim so many ethnocentric ways that it disgusts me.  

You are no better than anyone because you are white and speak English.  That person that you are objectifying, yeah, he works 3 jobs doing things that you are too good to do so he can feed his family.  Get over yourself because I'm sure the Native Americans that we stole this land from would like to have a conversation with you about your English.  

Until next time. =]

Sneakin' Around With You.....

Hello again.

  

So, as I previously stated, my significant other and I are living separate.  However, we are trying very hard to make our relationship successful still.  We do not have much time together to just be alone, so, we have started taking nights out together at various hotels.  It is nice to have time together, but, it feels sort of like we are having an affair with each other.  I suppose that adds a little spice to the encounters, but, it feels a little cheap, but not necessarily in a bad way.  

Now, having said that, I am not ungrateful for the time and even with the little bit of trashy, it's very nice.  We never really took the time to "date" at the beginning of our relationship.  I was not really a person to date people anyway.  I was either just having sex with someone, or, in a relationship with someone.  There was never much of a dating scene for me.  This was my personal preference.  When I was young and in high school, school was my priority, so I dated no one.  I had zero boyfriends in my three years of high school.  Now, don't get it twisted....I am a chubby and have always been, but, the boys were a-knockin'....I just didn't give a shit.  I was worried about getting good grades, art, and graduation.  So, after high school, I started being active with my sexuality.  But, that's all it ever really was for me.  It was either sex or a relationship.  I have never really "dated" anyone.  So, it's very romantic to have this man( who has already been here for 7 years, that has already seen my worst, and been there to witness the birth of our son.)woo me.  It is nice to get picked up and taken out.  It is wonderful to have those little texts that just say "I love you" or "You're so beautiful."  

Before this separation, I think we were on the brink of breaking up.  At least, from my side of it we were.  However, with the time apart, he has made a place for me in his life.  I feel important, and loved, and wanted, and beautiful.  Those things were really getting lost before this separation.  I have grown to realize in these months that this man, with all of his faults, is someone that accepts all of my faults and still wants me to be a part of his life.  That still wants me to be his wife.  That still loves me, even when I am pissed off at him.  I have figured out that we are not perfect, but, we are perfect for each other because we are each other's balancing characteristics.  He is kind of a jester, and, I am the stiff.  He is the lax where I am the rigid.  He is the slob where I am the neat freak.  So, with the separation, I have found that I miss his companionship. I miss him.  I figured out that this person is my person.  Now, go find yours.  My Bubba has said that it isn't the goal to be blissfully happy all the time, but, to be mostly happy most of the time.  I think that is the best relationship advice I have ever received because as young women, we are inundated with "happily ever after."  I, as an adult, have come to realize that "happily ever after" really is a fairy tale, and, the real romance we should be looking for is "mostly happily ever after."  

The end.  =]

It's Me Again, Margaret.

Hello again, 

As previously stated, I am 31 years old.  Yes, old.  It gets under my skin when people announce their age as "blah-blah years young."  I know, seems a silly thing to be irritated with,but, we grow older chronologically, not younger.  I don't care if you are 40 years old and feel like you are 20, you are 40 years OLD, not, young.  It is a shame that we are so obsessed with staying young and trying to live forever.  I know that I will not live forever, and, frankly unless all the people I loved were going to live forever too, I wouldn't want to.  I think that we need to focus more on expending energy making our moments wonderful and as full as possible than spending time worrying about getting older.  When I look in the mirror, there are quite a few more grey hairs than there were 10 years ago.  There are more lines and wrinkles that there used to be.  However, I know that with those grey hairs and little lines came life experiences.  I know that those lines around my mouth have deepened the most in the last 5 years because I got to become a mother.  I also know that some of the furrows in my brow came from the same place.  Because it doesn't matter what anyone says about being a mother.  It is the hardest job that I have ever had to do.  It is a test everyday.  My Bean drives me crazy, but, I love him more than I have ever loved anything in the whole wide world.  His father and I are going through a rough time right now.  And that is contributing to more grey hair, but, we are also both growing in our relationship from it.  We are living in separate houses, but, we are still living our lives together.  In the time that we have been apart I have realized that I do not want to live the rest of my life without this man.

So, for now, I'll leave you with these words.....

Love each other and live every moment to the fullest.  

Hello Interwebs, It's Me.

Hello all.  This is my first blog...ever.  I am 31 years old.  I have a 5 year old son.  I am a student, and, a stay at home mom. I have decided to do the blog because I feel like I am in a rut and need an outlet.  So, I will randomly post my rants and raves for anyone here that might be interested.  It is a bit pretentious, I suppose, to assume that anyone that doesn't know me personally would want to read my drivel.  However, I find myself pretty entertaining and too much of a coward to try to write a book.  So, I will start small and write a blog.  Hopefully it will make a random stranger laugh, or cry, or agree, or disagree.  My only desires with the blog are to get the thoughts out of my head, and, perhaps move someone else.  That's all for now, blogger type people.  

Until we meet again.