Meant to Be … ?
Jan 31, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
I was in a conversation with one of my girlfriends the other night about Meant to Be.
Does it exist?
Are we all pawns in fate’s chess game?
Any one of you who knows me already know what I think. I am a firm believer in karma and fate and all things happen for a reason. That if you are thrown under a bus (figuratively of course … this isn’t some Final Destination deal people) in life … you were thrown there because it is supposed to teach you something.
Which is why I tend to take the realist approach when it comes to life and relationships. When I say relationships, that means every single kind of relationship. Not just romantic ones. In my opinion, we are all in each others lives to serve a purpose. It may be a forever purpose or it may only be a 5 week long purpose. No matter the length of time, there is a lesson in the relationship that was formed.
For example, if D and I were to part ways at some point in the future … for whatever reason, as heartbreaking as it would be for me to let him go … I would remind myself all of the lessons that we taught each other in the time that we shared together. Strength, persistence, dedication, patience … true unconditional love … all of them.
Our time together, be it 10 years or forever was meant to be that way.
It is hard trying to help someone see this who has blinders on. Blinders make normally grown, mature folks do stupid shit. It is what it is, but if we all could just remove them and really look at the situation at hand … we would realize exactly what steps to take to make the right decisions. Not necessarily meaning that if we took them off that we would know the duration of time that relationship was going to be for … because really knowing that is like simply leaving all of the presents under the Christmas tree unwrapped every year.
I am more or less saying that if we all just wrapped our head around the fact that it may or may not end tomorrow … and embraced that relationships for exactly what they are in that moment … we might hurt less and love more. Because in all honesty, if I was unsure that I would wake up tomorrow and not have any of my most important relationships anymore … I would be more apt to embrace them that much harder.
It hurts to watch someone I love misunderstand things. What hurts even more is when I try and offer my wisdom and it goes in one ear and out the other. I should know better though, right? I am the first person to admit that in any given situation, if I am going to learn anything from it … I absolutely have to learn the hard way. It is like written in blood somewhere. I never listen.
So why in the hell would I expect anyone else to listen to me? *grin*
If you are over thinking, over analyzing, reading into every single little “sign” about a current relationship with another person …. no matter what kind of relationship it is … knock it off. Wouldn’t you feel like an asshole if you spent all of the time you could have been spending immersed with them … worried about making sure it didn’t end?
I know I would.
Just some Wicked food for thought. Happy Monday!
Any thoughts on the subject? Any personal experiences?
Do you believe in “Meant to Be?”
Oh … and …
Would you rather be mechanically induced to scream at the top of your lungs for an hour, OR
have your eyes glued shut for a day?
Tags: fate, kismet, love, meant to be, Relationships
YGWM & Friday Eye Candy
Jan 28, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, DUH, Family, Friday Eye Candy, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Ranteriffic, You've Got Wicked Mail, bitch
Hello! Happy Friday! Without further ado, I shall open the floor for some much needed open letters.
Dear New Guy,
If you keep that attitude up, I promise you won’t last. When a person says hello to you, it might behoove you to fucking acknowledge them. Especially being that you are the new guy. The rookie. The green one. I don’t know and really don’t care if you worked here before or know someone who works here. We are family on this team. Find the place in it where you fit or get the fuck on.
Word?
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Dear Fucking Douchebag,
I am beyond disgusted with what you did to my friend. I am almost positive that I have never known of a more fucked up situation where a supposed friend takes complete advantage in a time of grief. You are going straight to motherfucking hell for this.
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Dear Charli,
I had a crappy day and making silly faces with you made me feel so much better.
I love you.
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Dear Courtni,
You need to get it together. Seriously. This lack of confidence is fucking bullshit and furthermore, it isn’t YOU to not have any. What is wrong with you? Figure it the fuck out already before I slap the shit out of you.
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Dear Arch Enemy,
Everywhere I go, I am convinced we will meet face to face again. Then the communication between yours and mine on a more frequent basis nails yet another in the coffin of what is going to happen.
This time though, there will be no bitch moves. Nope. What is going to happen is that you are going to get yours for the fakeness that you are. Your fake happy little life is about to get revealed. I cannot wait to clown you.
And, once and for all you will be put in your fucking stupid fake place.
Know that.
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Dear Henrysan,
You are hands down the sweetest guy I know. I can’t wait til I am able to spoil you a lil bit like you spoil your friends.
Thanks for being such a great friend to me. I don’t think I tell you enough.
Oh and PeeEss: OPEN EYE! 
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Dear You,
God you are such a moody baby sometimes.
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Dear Fat Girl,
Stop taking over my normal thought process. I DO NOT WANT A CHEESEBURGER. K?
Wicked
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Dear D,
I am so appreciative of you. I hope you know it.
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Dear X,
Please keep up the effort. I know you aren’t perfect … but I am happy to have had no calls from the principal in a week. I love you no matter what but I like you that much more when you aren’t in trouble.
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Now … for the Eye Candy
Jensen Ackles. Who IS this guy? I just started looking for hotties because I am out of ideas and NO ONE HAS SUGGESTED ANY (hinthint) and he popped up. Yum.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Mila Kunis. I <3 her.
Alright ladies and gentleman … you know the drill!
Purge your weeks frustrations in the form of open letters so that you can go and thoroughly enjoy your weekends!
Tags: jensen ackles, mila kunis, POE, work
TMIThursday: A Little Extra SAUCE w/ Her French … Kiss.
Jan 27, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, TMI Thursday's, Yum... or Lack There Of., bitch
Hello my gluttons for TMIThursday punishment!
As always — check out Ms. Lilu for making this recurring day of nastyness that we all kind-of look forward to possible. She rocks, in case you didn’t know.
Today we have a guest TMIT’er. (I am thinking I want to have guest TMIT’s for a few weeks … so if you have a TMIT story to share on my blog … email me @ wickedcourtni@gmail.com) She is a fellow-ess PQNation Blogger … known as “Rise Again” on our site … but to me she is my Alanaface.
I love her. And her blogs. When she gets around to gracing us with her blogpresence anyway. 
Show her some love. She is the bestest. 
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I am the Puke Queen.
It doesn’t matter if it’s because I’m pregnant, drinking, eating something off the Chinese buffet or trying to cough back up the overload of carbs I ate for lunch, I puke. Anytime, anywhere, and the amazing thing is that it embarrasses me to NO end to throw up in front of other people.
It’s like a joke now to anyone who knows me.
Unfortunately, sometimes that shit happens at a really inopportune time, like, say, a first date. I mean, hypothetically.
This story is so typical, it’s ridonculous.
J and I started chatting online in September of 2008. Conflicting schedules prevented a real meet and greet until almost November, but when we finally found a day I suggested karaoke.
Now, don’t get it twisted. I can sing. It seems, however, that being able to sing doesn’t necessarily translate well to being able to sing karaoke on a first date. When you’re drunk. Also, nervous.
Solution to all life problems?
Wait for it…
Alcohol!
(I see you are paying attention. Good, we won’t have to go over this later.)
We started at a sports bar, general first date chit chat with lots of beer (read: cider. read: not SMRT) and some pool. I was nervous like Lady Gaga in a room of asexual androids. My first real date since separating from my husband.
It kind of felt dirty.
By the time we got to the karaoke bar, I was pretty lit, but J said he’d never had a Jagerbomb and I’m just so fuckin’ sorry but that’s like, a travesty.
What a waste! That shit didn’t even come in two separate glasses, but was premixed in a plasticmuthafuckincup.
Followed by another cider.
Do you sense a trend of drinks with too much sugar here?
I sensed it. I sensed it all the way up my sweet little esophagus.
So, I excused myself.
And then I got called to sing.
And then what?
I didn’t have a tooth brush. Or mouth wash. Or any of those nifty little breath strips that he always carries around. (Of which I am now VERY aware and use them often in just these types of situations. Well, and before morning sex. I digress.)
What I did have was a dude that I was totally into, who made a move, like, I dunno, two hours ago, sitting next to me in the booth. He RODE THE SCHOOLBUS WITH ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE! What guy will do that anymore?!
So what did I do?
Yeah, go ahead and puke in your mouth a little…it’s all the rage.
I let him stick his tongue so far down my throat it’s a wonder I didn’t lay it all out on the table right there.
And I don’t care. Yeah, I let him kiss me with puke mouth. Say somethin’, bitch.
There you have it. Feel free to share your own related or completely NON related TMIT’s.
Happy Thursday!
Tags: alcohol, french kiss, karaoke, sing
Same Shit, Different Day, Etc.
Jan 27, 2010 Current Events, DUH, Etc., Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Ranteriffic, bitch
I am bored of blogging.
Maybe because the same shit happens every day. Maybe because I feel like I repeat myself all the time lately due to sameshitdifferentdayitis.
Maybe I should quit. Whatever. Suggest some shit. KThx.
I mean, it isn’t like my same shit different day is bad shit … it is just the same. So when you are a daily blogger … and the same shit happens, it is like watching the same episode of Friends that always seems to play at 10pm on TBS. Yeah, that shit is funny … but pretty soon … you can regurgitate all of the banter between Phoebe and Joey or Ross and Rachel. You know when Monica is gonna freak out over a misplaced item in her OCD filled life. Funny? Duh … but same nonetheless.
I was thinking about things that I hate a great deal the other day … which then led me to things that I also like a great deal as well.
For instance:
I hate deadbeats. Not just “parents” … but deadbeats in general. To me a deadbeat is anyone who 1) doesn’t own their responsibilities 2) trys to abusively control another human being OR 3) has nothing in life but a negative ass mouth piece and tries to bring others down with their sorry deadbeat asses.
On the same token:
I like them. I like having them around to fucking clown on or bitch about when I want to feel better about my sameshitdifferentdayitis. If it weren’t for them, we would have no one to talk about. And to be honest, I like talking about folks who deserve it.
I also really really hate liars. Like for no reason bold faced fucking liars. They could almost be put into a deadbeat category … but not always. I happen to know for a fact that there are some bold faced fucking liars who are upstanding citizens in all other ways BUT their lies. The only time lies are acceptable are when you are telling kids that Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy etc exists or when bill collectors keep blowing your shit up and you dont have any money to pay them so you act like “Alicia” and “just got this number yesterday so you have no idea who so’n’so is and stop calling.” “Alicia” may or may not be my fake name for bill collectors. Just saying.
Anyway, Liars suck. The end.
Speaking of sucking, I really like sucking. Literally. Not like sucking at life sucking … but suuuuuuuucking. On lollypops or dripping ice cream or penis or … yeah that.
I also like lint brushes. Nothing says bad sameshitdifferentday than lint all over the place.
I hate when I get out into “natural light” and my outfit looks like my cat dry humped it all over the place. Orange hairs all over the place. That fucker waits until I get my shit set out to come and purr all on it like it is his special bed. Helllllooooo spray bottle … meet Jacksons in my business ass.
I like D fat. He is a fatty and I love every fat inch of him. He is not allowed to get skinny again.
I hate that Charli doesnt sleep through the night yet. It is all my fault too.
I hate processes.
I hate how it takes someone super quick to take your money but fucking forever to give it back.
I like getting paid every week.
I also like my co-workers. Especially the non baby ones. (heh.)
I like my job. When someone closes a deal and rings that bell … that shit rules. Why? Because we all rally and make that person feel awesome for their accomplishment. FIST BUMP!
So yeah. That is where I am at. I am also at LMFAO at this pic:
Does anyone else feel the sameshitdifferentdayitis? Tell me about it.
Also, would you rather be … born with an elephant trunk or born with a giraffe neck?
Tags: friends, lint brush, monica, ocd, phoebe and joey, ross and rachel, same shit different day, would you rather
Honest Tuesday’s: People are NOT Honest People Anymore.
Jan 25, 2010 Current Events, Honest Tuesday's, Ranteriffic, Suck It!, bitch
There may or may not be angry in this blog. Just saying.
Iamanidiotandsomehowmisplacedmyfuckingpursewithmyentirelifeinit.
Entire life? Yep.
Checkbook.
BRAND NEW FUCKING DRIVERS LICENSE.
Xavier’s Gamestop Gift Card.
New DISCONTINUED MAC BLUSH AND LIPGLOSS.
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF MY MONEY. Like LITERALLY ALL OF IT.
Chanel WALLET.
My motherfucking KEYCARD FOR WORK.
My kids photos. Photos of my family.
Business cards.
Credit cards.
The $5000 receipt for D’s entire studio.
2 jars of espresso. (WHICH I COULD REALLY FUCKING USE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY CARDS AND CASH WERE ALSO IN MY PURSE AND I CANT BUY COFFEE NOW.)
That is all I can remember but I am sure that there will be more added to this list. Don’t ask me how or why or what or who does that because I have already fucking been there. I have already racked my brain and called the places I need to call to cancel or stop or ask politely through gritted teeth if someone was AN HONEST PERSON and turned my bag in.
Fuck it. Take the money. Take the cards. But I bet that the rest of my shit is in a fucking trash can somewhere covered in Big Mac sauce with zero regard for who it belonged to. My purse was my very first Coach purse that I bought myself with my HARD EARNED MONEY. It may not mean shit to anyone else but me and no one else may understand that but I dont care. It is mine. My Chanel wallet was a GIFT from someone who I care about very much. I BOUGHT MYSELF THAT MAKEUP FOR CHRISTMAS BECAUSE I WORKED MY ASS OFF AND DESERVED TO TREAT MYSELF TO SOMETHING NICE. Like, JUST BOUGHT IT.
This is why I turn shit like this in. Because KARMA IS A CUNT. I don’t play around with karma one bit. If I find a purse or a wallet, I look for a drivers license. Some way to contact the rightful owner. Same with cell phones. I call every number in the book, looking for an owner or someone who can get the phone to the actual owner. These things have value. Not even monetary. Do you know how long it takes to replace shit like that?!
FOREVER. I still am missing numbers from old phones that have been stolen.
And, I get it. It is all just “stuff”. It can and will be replaced. And, I will get over it sooner than later. Know that. But right now, TODAY … IAMFUCKINGREALLYMADANDDISGUSTEDWITHGHETTOCLASSLESSPEOPLE who cannot seem to fucking get past themselves for FIVEFUCKINGSECONDS.
Yep. It affected my entire day. Shonuff did. Especially because I couldn’t do the things I wanted to do because someone else took that from me.
LIKE HAVE COFFEE OR USE MY MAKEUP THAT I TO USE BECAUSE IT WAS IN MY FUCKING PURSE.
So fuck you, ASSHOLE for anonymously ruining my and everyone else who was affected around me for being a caffiene-less, stressed out cunt all day.
The end.
Feel the need to rant about something? Go.
Who gets the Asshole Award in your life today?
Tags: asshole award, Chanel, coach, Honest Tuesday's, mac makeup, stolen
An I Don’t Care About Football Blog Etc.
Jan 24, 2010 Etc., Family, Friendship, Random, Sex
Happy Monday!
If you are looking for some awesome discussion about Sunday’s playoff games … you won’t find it here because I really could give a shit about football. When my kid plays football for school, I will give a shit. Until then, it is of zero concern to me.
What I do think is amusing is the banter and opinions and tempers that go into the football games. I like to subtly antagonize it a little bit where I can get in… but that is as far as it goes.
Friday was our little get together for D’s birthday. I was a tad concerned that no one would show, given the fact that D made the decision on TUESDAY *cough*procrastinator*cough* that he actually wanted to have people over that SAME Friday. But we have some pretty great friends who made it through.
Needless to say, Tarable and I got completely inebriated, stayed up until 4am, and then were worthless pieces of shit on my bed for the remainder of the Saturday.
And then Sunday. I pretty much laid in bed until 2pm. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I whooped both Xavier and D’s ass in Scrabble.
This is how I know I am old. I used to do that shit every single weekend. Sometimes on the weeknights. Puke, rally … repeat. Not anymore. My body pays 10 fold every time I party like a rock star.
Speaking of partying like a rock star … fucking like one is always rad. D and I had the besssssssssssst sex over the weekend. With him adjusting after being gone for 2 months and how hectic our schedule is … and of course how high maintenance my 2 year old is … our sex life has been little to none.
Not gonna lie, I was starting to get worried a little bit.
Last night, I watched a movie called “Rachel’s Getting Married” with Anne Hathaway. It was a really good movie. I enjoy her acting a great deal. If you haven’t seen it, and you like a good touching movie about family and its dysfunction … I highly recommend it.
Well, that is about all I have got.
How was your weekend?
Would you rather live with no elbows or no knees?
YGWM & Friday Eye Candy
Jan 22, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, DUH, Etc., Family, Friday Eye Candy, P.O.E. Biz, The Tarably Wicked Show, This Thing Called Marriage., You've Got Wicked Mail
WAZZZZZZZZUP!!!!!!!!!!! TGIMFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No bullshit, I am 1) Glad that it is Friday. 2) Glad that it is the weekend. 3) Glad that it is Open Letter FUCKING FRIDAY!
Dear New Piercing(s),
Fucking HEAL already.
Love Tarable & Wicked
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Dear D,
Bllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (breath) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (breath)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Fine. Fucking fine. FINE.
Courtni.
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Dear Stupid Boy,
You are fucking STUPID. I just wanted to you to know.
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Dear JWow and Snook’s,
We are your West Coast soul sistahs. We would beat any bitches ass or even a dudes if he pressed the right buttons. It is like the East and West ATeam. Or really the Bteam. B= Bitches.
Yeeeeah.
Tarably Wicked.
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Dear Jamie,
If the open letter isn’t signed … then I wrote it.
Love Wicked.
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Dear Tarable,
I gotcho back. Always.
Love, Your Bestie
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Dear Jersey Shore,
Why are you so addicting?!
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Dear You,
I appreciate you. Love you, mean it.
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Dear Emotions,
Why? Why do you have to come out at the most inopportune time? Why do you have tear ducts? Like at work when you are looking at yourself in the mirror … or when you are talking to your bestie and she realizes that you are crying and she asks you as you are crying and when she asks you, you cry harder? Why ruin your makeup? Why?
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Dear Friday’s,
We have 60 of you that are just to ourselves. We vow to do really awesome stuff together and without boys or kids or drama filled people. Just us. A bestfrienddate.
Love TarablyWicked
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Dear 2/12,
You have been scheduled as our bestfriendvalentinesdayfridaydate. We are gonna kick it and get drunk and watch a funny movie. The end of that.
TarablyWicked
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Dear Snookin for Love,
Really?!
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Dear Credits,
Fucking get bought. K?!
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Dear Self,
You are good enough. You are going to be successful. You will make President’s Club. Why? Because. You are not average. You work your ass off everyday. You are TRYING.
It will will will will will will pay off.
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Dear Charli,
GET OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE.
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Dear Carbs,
Fuck the hell offfffffffffffffff. FUCK OFF.
TarablyWicked
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Dear Old Man,
I get that you are grumpy because you haven’t eaten dinner. I bet your dinner involves complex carbohydrates. Guess what?! Mine doesn’t and I am just as cranky if not more.
Fuck you stupid owner david.
Tarable.
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Dear Ken Adams,
Fuck. Seriously, the thin line is getting thinner by the moment.
Regina Philange
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Dear Hungry,
We legitimately hate you.
TarablyWicked
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Dear Girls Trip,
Its GONNA HAPPEN.
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Dear Courtni,
You need to make a decision for yourself for once. Sometimes love just isn’t enough. You can never say that you didn’t try.
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And for some FRIDAY EYE CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!
First… Gerard Butler … YUMMMMMMM.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Minka Kelly ….
Now you go. Purge your weekend so that you can thoroughly enjoy your weekends!
Tags: 300, Friday Eye Candy, gerard butler, ken adams and regina philange, minka kelly
I am Tired (or) Not too Tired to P-I-M-P.
Jan 20, 2010 I Forgot to Tag
First of all … I wanted to wish D and Carol and Mr. Jacob Good the Happiest of Birthdays.
Or …
Or …
Or even …
And last but not least …
However you like to say it … I wanted to make sure to cover all basis.
And, please go and check out what awesome thing that Lilu is doing for a friend in need. She LovesHarder than anyone I know on the freaking internet other than myself and Numbah1. There is a place to donate some cashola if you are in a place to do so … but if not, well wishes and prayers are always awesome.
Or, you can just click the prettylilbutton:
Speaking of my Numbah1, she has a new column that she writes for. Go show her some love, K!?
I hope you are having a good week so far. I am trying to, but I am off to a rough start.
Got any Jokes? Tell me your best “Yo Mama” joke.
Would you rather: Grow hair everywhere or not grow hair anywhere?
Tags: 50 cent, birthday, love harder, marilyn monroe
Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s: Personal Space
Jan 19, 2010 All Things Charli, Parenting, Ranteriffic, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays, bitch
Hello! Welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
This one will be short and sweet.
Whatever happened to personal space?!
For example:
Charli. I love the child to death. I really truly do. But she is the most magnetically touchy child I have ever encountered. And … well I am not that person. Don’t get me wrong. I love touching and loving and all of that like the rest of 95% of the world… but there is a time and a place for everything.
Not the time:
When I first wake up in the morning. Specifically, me waking up to a 35ish pound human latched on to me. And when I say latched, I mean laaaatttccchhheeed. Like legs intertwined. Like hand on my face. Or hair in my face. Me hanging off the bed due to her in my business and me attempting to get a little bit of personal motherfucking space.
Also NOT the time:
When I am peeing. She wants to know what I am doing. Why I am doing it. How I am doing it.
“Are you wiping now?”
“Are you peeing now?”
“Are you done peeing?”
“Is that your pee pee mommy?”
“Can I flush it?”
For the most part, I am okay with it. I mean, I respect her curiosity. But sometimes though?! I mean… can a bitch get a little bit of motherfucking personal space?!
Wanna know when ELSE it is not the time?!
When I am taking a shower. I am not interested in having a conversation with my 2 year old about my shower in step by step format. Nor do I feel like talking to her about my pee pee and my boobs for the duration of my 15 minute shower.
Dont tell me that I should lock the door either. Because she will stand there and yell at me through the door.
“MOMMY!”
“MOMMYWHATAREYOUDOING???!”
“MOMMY ARE YOU TAKING A SHOWER NOW?”
“MOMMY ARE YOU WASHING YOUR PEEPEEANDYOURBOOBS?”
Yeah. Personal space?! What the fuck is that?!
These examples have nothing to do with adults who cannot comprehend the idea of personal space. That is a whole different fucking discussion. I cant even really be mad at Charli. She is too young to get it. But grown ass people?! Really?!
Do I want your face in my face?! No.
Do I want to turn around and have you 4inches from the back of me in the grocery line?! FUCK NO.
Must you sit RIGHT next to me in a public place when there are eleventy million fucking open seats around me? (i.e. the DOL or the DR office.) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFUCK!
Get out of my bubble. Get out of my business. Get OUT of MY SPACE. BLAHHHHHHHHHHH.
Do you have a bubble? What are your feelings about personal space?
What is your favorite kind of sandwich?
Tags: Parenting, personal bubble, personal space
Honest Tuesday’s: Say What You Need to Say.
Jan 18, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, DUH, Honest Tuesday's, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, bitch
Hello! Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s. A place where you can come and be honest about shit that you would be dishonest about otherwise.
So this topic today is not something that I am admitting any dishonesty about. Because if any of you know me, you know that I am 99.9% gonna tell your ass about yourself. Unless 1) I might get fired or 2) I might go to jail. And even then I have taken the risk.
Anyway…
Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by cowards. People who are so scared to just tell someone how they feel.
“We really aren’t friends.”
“I am in love with you but I am too stubborn to say it first.”
“I didn’t invite you out for a reason.”
“No. I am NOT going to call you.”
“I think you are repulsive and would rather not have sex than have sex with you.”
“I am cheating on you.”
“If I wanted you to show up, I would have invited you.”
“We don’t hang out because your significant other is a complete fucking douchebag.”
“Your breath smells like someone took a shit in your mouth.”
“I hate it when you constantly interrupt me in the middle of a sentence.”
I mean seriously?! Are you that afraid of being a real person to where you lead them along their merry way … believing something to be true that is complete and total bullshit? How is someone ever going to be able to fix that annoying thing that they have no clue is in fact annoying in the first place?
Say what you need to say. You are doing no one any favors by keeping it to yourself. Especially not the person whom you are keeping it from.
Furthermore, how asshole-ish are you to talk shit about a person behind their back? Anything you have to say behind their back … you need to figure out how to say it to their face. What are we? 12th graders? Is this fucking Mean Girls but in real life?
Say what you need to say. Fuck sparing someones feelings. Fuck being polite. Fuck smiling in someone’s face in an effort to not cause a scene or drama.
Just fucking tell them. I am over hearing about how so’n’so is blah blah blah all of the time. If you don’t fucking like them, then God damn tell them already.
Or don’t. Whatever. You are the one being a fake, 2 faced fucking asshole. Not me.
Fuck.
Get your weekly honesty out. Say sumpin!
Tags: high school, Honest Tuesday's, honesty, mean girls, say what you need to say
