Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: True Friendship
Mar 2, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Family, Friendship, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Happy Hump Day folks, and welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
Today, my WeHtW’s post has little to do with me and more to do with my own observations.
The reason why is because I have already flushed my non-true friends down the figurative toilet.
It is hard to let friends go. Especially when you have a history with them. It is hard to swallow the fact that someone who you once thought you would end up an old bitty with … may have a different path than you.
But it is life.
The thing that bothers me the most is when people … adults … behave like children in the friendships.
Judgment
2 faced behavior
Conditions
Unrealistic expectations
Lies
Non existent communication
I could go on forever.
The point is that I have found that rarely (with females specifically) do childhood friendships go the long haul. I know many will argue that my view is not accurate. “I have been friends with SonSo for 2367845 years” blah blah blah.
I get it.
There ARE friendships that have gone the long haul. The difference is that each person in that friendship have grown together in the friendship. Both parties have become adults. And in adulthood, they have grown to accept the other person for all of their imperfections and flaws. It is similar to a marriage. When any relationship goes the long haul, there are kinks and bumps and hiccups.
You don’t just smile through them. Sometimes you knock down drag out whoop each others asses to get through it. Period.
One thing that I will say about each of my TRUE friendships is that each and every one of them have just embraced me for me and I have done the same. It may have taken an argument or 2 to get there … but if we made it through the last 5 years and remained friends … you and I will be lifelong.
I am not a judger. I may fucking loathe whatever the decision is that my friend is making … but you know what? It is not my decision to make. I am gonna love and stand by. I am gonna listen, and you can bet your ass when the bitch finally gets the clue I am gonna tell her about herself on some “I told your ass so” shit when she figures it out for herself. That is what a true friend does.
I am a true friend to my friends. I always will be. But I am not perfect, and I do not expect my friends to be perfect either. Unless awesome = perfect. Because all of my friends are awesome.
I am flaky sometimes. I forget to call you back. I am over extended and sometimes unable to manage my time well. I am selfish sometimes. But there isn’t a time where I would not bend over backwards if my friend needed me to be there. There isn’t a time where I wouldn’t give them my last god damn dollar if I knew my friend needed it more than I did.
It really hurts me to see a friend lose a friend. Almost as much as if I were the one losing the friend myself.
I just wish that each were able to fully step out of their own shoes and into the others. Most of the time, each have valid points in the hurt that they hold in their hearts … but that hurt can be blinding. Blinding to the point that the communication between friends goes down the toilet.
That usually is where The End fits.
I am quite confident that I have closed the book on all of the friendships that were dead weight on my life. It is a good feeling to know that I am finally surrounded by people who get it and me.
What are your thoughts on friendship?
Have you kept any friends from childhood? Are they more friends or acquaintances?
If you could be a crayon, What color and Why?
Tags: Friendship, high school, honesty, love, truth
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: Knowing Your Place
Feb 17, 2010 Current Events, DUH, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
This week is about a little thing called “Knowing Your Place.” Ever heard of it? I know I have.
Some people have never in their lives heard of it. Wanna know how I know?! I am glad that you asked.
Exhibit A: Assuming that you can walk in the door and be above the rules. In ANY situation.
Know your place. Follow the rules. Show up with the correct attire. Accept the fact that you are low on the totem pole. Submit to not knowing everything and fucking LEARN something for a change. Understand that there were others before you.
Just saying.
Exhibit B: Your foot doesn’t belong in your mouth. I promise.
Know your place. Sometimes … it is okay to shut the fuck up. You may even gain a little bit of respect from someone if you say nothing rather than everything. Take it from me. I have learned this lesson the motherfucking hard way.
Just saying.
Exhibit C: If you are a parent … then BE one.
That means that you absolutely H A V E to be the motherfucking bad guy sometimes. It is a part of parenting. If you aren’t ready to be the bad guy, and if you are okay with a child running you like a pimp does a hoe on Sunset Blvd… then use some motherfucking birth control.
Just saying.
Exhibit D: Assuming that you are better than everyone else around you.
i.e. No one cares about your motherfucking Lexus. Nor do they give a fuck about how bored you are or how qualified you think you are. Not a one of us.
Just motherfucking saying.
To all of you bitches who don’t know your place …
The end. (Unless I missed an exhibit where a bitch doesn’t know their place.)
Would you rather be forgotten or hatefully remembered? Why?
Would you rather end hunger or hatred? Why?
Tags: chuck norris, know your place, lexus, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s?: Mirrors.
Feb 9, 2010 DUH, Random, Ranteriffic, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
I think the images that I will use for this week’s Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s will explain why the title of this blog involves mirrors and why I am wondering what in the fuck happened to them.
(In case anyone forgot what a mirror was.)
What I want to know is … do people really have mirrors … and then look into them, and actually make a decision to leave the house looking like this?
Is it just me that thinks that looking like this is not only unacceptable… but also fucking offensive? I swear to fuck if I was at that Walmart when the last bitch was sauntering through the dairy isle … I promise you that I would have let her know about herself. Especially if my kids were with me.
And the bitch with no panties? Really? Reeeeeeeeally? Gah.
We were at Walmart today in fact and in no way was there anything as extreme as any of these images above but … there were some people who I just had to literally take a moment and stop to ponder the lack of decision on their part to find a mirror and realistically make a decision whether or not to fucking change before leaving.
Like the woman who was in possession of some tigolbitties like down to her knees and decided that today was the day to not wear a bra. (or maybe it was every day … I dont know.) How do I know she wasnt wearing one? Because her tshirt was almost see through and her nipples were cutting through it down by her belly button. No lie.
It was like she had 3 outties.
All I am saying is, double check your shit before you leave. Make sure that your unmentionables are covered. Because really? I have no desire to see your beef curtains in the motherfucking paper towel isle.
Now don’t get me wrong … just like the majority of the world … I have made bad leaving the house just to go to Walmart decisions before … but you can bet your ass that I 1) had panties on (or at least something that fully covered my vagina) 2) had some sort of bra on and 3) looked somewhat publicly presentable before I left my house.
I would like to donate mirrors to all of these people who seemingly do not own one. Seriously.
Would you rather find you parents having sex or have your parents find you having sex?
Would you rather have your eye fall out at random times or have uncontrollable constant drool?
Tags: mirror, people of walmart, would you rather
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
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: ForREAL Casual Sex
Dec 16, 2009 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, DUH, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays, bitch
Happy HUMP Day peeps! Welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
In my nightly evening vent session with my Tarable, we started talking about what I was gonna blog about today. I hadn’t had any ranty … funny … or inappropriate blogs in a few days due to life circumstances so I really wanted to let loose (no pun intended) on a awesome subject. Especially considering that it has been a hot minute since my last WeHtW.
So she and I were talking about specific Whatever Happened to’s. A few good ones came up in conversation, but then we started talking about sex. (duh) About how everyone can talk a great game about how they are all about some casual encounter type bullshit but when it all boils down to it … about 2% of people actually have it in them to keep it casual. No strings. Booty-call-esque.
I listen to all of these single and available bullshitters every day. On Facebook, at work … pretty much wherever I go. They talk about all they want for Christmas is some strange. But really?! When it all boils down to it, these people get the strange and then they fuck it alllllllllllll up with feelings.
What happens next?
Traps are set. Like, “I think I am pregnant.” Or, attempting to make a motherfucker jealous by “showing up” at the same bar with some douchebag. Or … stupid shit like “being in the same neighborhood” and “just dropping by”
Really?
Let me tell you idiots who lie about being capable of casual sex a little something:
You are only doing YOURSELF a disservice by lying to yourself. Not the other person. They are going to fuck you and leave you every single time. I guarantee it. Have you found yourself bawling “Why ME!?” to the heavens when that one person who you originally agreed to fuck stringlessly simply stopped calling? Or returning your calls? Or acting like they don’t know you because you are a REE REE REE stalker, perched outside their house trying to figure out what OTHER booty call they have lined up on the nights they are too busy to see you?
It is okay to be incapable of the booty call. I promise. No one will judge you for being a mate seeker. Dont waste anyone’s time by lying. Seriously.
My casual sex days may have been laid to rest because of the schematics of marriage and kids but let me tell you this. When my days of frequent strange was on and poppin … I stayed true to my word. Sex is just sex. Period. Fuck me and get out. No I don’t want to call you later. I would prefer it if you did NOT bring me flowers or try to woo me. If I wanted a motherfucking relationship … we would have had a completely different conversation.
Like the sharing of last god damn names.
Do I wish I was a booty call-er? Hell to the no. I am happy to not have to deal with man stalkers showing up in my life all late night styles and trying to play like they were just in the area. Because that shit has happened. And, like I have stated eleventy million times before … I am not the fucking one.
Men are the worst. I swear. They ALL LIE about the love of strange and sex being just sex and blah blah blah but as soon as they get a taste of the vagina … it is over. TKO. The ultimate douchebag is released from the wild.
Bottom Line: Mate seekers stick with fellow mate seekers because 9 times out of 10 you will be all emo crying sad and shit over the one who you thought was “the one” dumping your pathetic ass on the concrete and moving on to the next piece of ass that they are HOPING isn’t all about marriage and kids and exclusive.
Or, at least do us all a favor, and shut the fuck up about it already.
Ya dig?
If you have any WeHtW suggestions … lay them on me.
Are you a casual sex person or a mate seeker?
Any crazy stalker stories to share? Yours or others are welcomed.
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: Gentlemen
Nov 10, 2009 DUH, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
Welcome to “Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s”!
Today we are gonna talk about gentleman … or lack thereof …
Definition of Gentleman: A well-mannered and considerate man with high standards of proper behavior.
Proper behavior does not consist of the following:
Ass smacking, grabbing, or touching of any kind in a public setting. Especially when that public setting is not of a social nature. Even more especially if it is not asked for.
Referring to a lady as a bitch, slut, skank, ma, breezy, piece of ass.
Ditching a lady after making plans. (And when I say ditching, I mean lying and saying you aren’t feeling well so that you can really go out the bar with your boys.)
Attempting to show out in front of others by not so subtly disrespecting her in front of others to look cool. (i.e. panty swinging or ass grabbing)
Staking claim on a lady (“Get away from my woman” “Leave my woman alone” “That is my woman.”) when she is in fact NOT yours to stake claim upon. i.e. pee all over.
Forgetting to compliment a lady just because she is confident within her own skin. Ladies deserve frequent compliments on their awesome beauty on a regular basis.
Flirting with another lady in front of the lady you are courting.
Talking about your ex. A gentleman picks the right conversation to have ONE TIME about said ex. Not EVERY conversation unless the lady brings it up.
Proper behavior DOES IN FACT INCLUDE the following:
Opening a door for a lady. NOT waiting for HER to open it for YOU.
Walking side by side with her, not trying to out walk her or lag behind to grab her ass or even stare at it. ON PURPOSE.
Being a MAN of your word.
Paying for dinner, even when she tries to insist that she has got it.
Asking a lady out on a proper date. Not dinner at her house, with sex the ultimate motivation for the dinner suggested.
Bringing a lady flowers, or some other inexpensive and thoughtful gesture (i.e. love note, favorite chocolate or bottle of wine) on said date and not because you are in trouble.
Appreciating sex, not expecting sex and having the sex be the entire premise of every conversation that you have with a lady.
Just motherfucking saying.
What’s your most annoying habit?
What are your favorite sayings?
Do you talk to yourself?
Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?
Whatever Happened To? Wednesday’s– House Party’s.
Oct 27, 2009 Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Thoughts and Perceptions, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Happy Hump Day! Welcome to another installment of Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s!
This week we are talking about Houseparty’s. Some Tony Toni Tone style, Bilal, Kid N Play Houseparty.
What? You aren’t knowin’?
You didn’t think that I knew?
Don’t make me bust out the infamous “Kid N Play” dance.
As I was saying, what ever happened to these parties? Where the refrigerators are packed to the brim with 40 oz’s of malt liquor and the bitches were running around naked all while a Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg song played as the soundtrack?
Anybody? Bueller?
I remember a time where so’n’so would tell a friend and that friend would tell another friend who would tell 5 friends who would tell 5 more friends (including me) about a dope kegger going on that weekend. When we would show up fashionably late there would be some poor parents house, full of drunken adolescents. The music was loud. The alcohol was flowing like the Snoqualmie Falls after a good rain. There was fucking going on in bedrooms and dark corners of the house. It was good music. Fun people, except for when 2 really drunk friends decided they hated each other for 5 minutes and wanted to fistfight in the middle of the fucking kitchen over some stupid bitch with no ass and over-sized titties.
Yep I went there.
I don’t miss any of THAT. What I do miss is walking into a party full of people that I don’t or barely know with a nice buzz going on. I want to mingle. I want to laugh at other’s drunken-ness. I want to blend and enjoy not being known in a social environment that is BYOB, not charge $9 a drink at the bar. A place where the DJ is the homie so I can go up to him and request an old school Lost Boyz song and he not only KNOW WHAT SONG I AM TALKING ABOUT but motherfucking HAVE THAT SHIT ALREADY QUEUED TO PLAY.
I want to find a random girl OR boy to make out with. Just like, walk up to him/her and fucking “blalalalalallalala” their face with my face all immature like.
I want to watch a fight break out.
I want to see a girl and a guy break up. (whatever I am callus like that)
I want to see some fuckin.
Or maybe I just want to be young and without responsibility again. Either way, I miss a good house party.
What is the awesomest house party you ever hosted/attended?
Who do you truly admire?
Would you really rather go naked then wear fur?
Who are on your “List” of hotties that you would fuuuuuuuuuuuuck if given the opportunity to?
Tags: beer, crowd, fight, high school, house party, social, tony toni tone, youth
Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s: Playing Outside
Oct 6, 2009 DUH, Etc., Fitness Forward, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Happy Hump Day! Welcome to the 2nd installment of Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s!
This is a new weekly blog theme that I am testing out to see if it is 1) fun, 2) liked by you, and 3) not too time consuming. Feel free to take this idea and use it in your own blogs and/or leave feedback and suggestions for future blogs!
I recently saw this commercial on TV about this Fisher Price Bike video game fucking bullshit. Have you seen it?
Look. I get the intent. Learn while exercising. But really? An exercise bike for kids? That is plugged into the television? Gah!
Whatever happened to playing outside? When I was little, I had an actual bike that I rode. Outside. Sometimes I had hands on the handlebars. Most times I did not. I rode and rode and rode until my legs felt like jello. It was important to feel the air hit my face as I cruised down the big hill that ended at my house.
Me. Bike. Outside. Just saying.
When I was a kid we played with sticks. And rocks. And dirt. Sometimes I had an old margarine container or a Quaker oatmeal cylinder. The point is, I was outside. Alllllllllllllllllllllll day.
Whatever happened to that?
Whatever happened to finding a place under a tree in the warm breeze with an amazing book and learning about someone else’s perspective on the way the world worked in whatever context the book was written in?
Whatever happened to learning by conversation with others?
Whatever happened to contact sports? Hide and go seek? Tag? Red Rover? Puzzles? Charades? Getting a band together using homemade instruments? Dancing? Making mud pies??? Playing doctor in the coat closet?!
Is it just me?
I am not the one to say no to video games all together. I think that they, just like everything else is good in moderation. But it seems like our society is doing nothing else but scratching this itch. This sick itch that our youth has to be glued in front of the computer or TV playing goddess knows what kind of game for hours upon end. And now this? A bike attached to the TV? No. Absolutely not.
If your kid is obese, SEND THEIR ASS OUTSIDE TO RUN SOME MOTHERFUCKING LAPS!
Call me old fashioned. Call me a meanie. I dont care. Kick their asses out. Outside I say. I don’t give a damn if that kid has a fit and tries to shove a remote up their ass over it. Get. The. Fuck. Outside. GET OUT. GO. Right now.
What games did you play as a kid?
Tags: fisher price, hide and go seek, play outside, read a book, red rover, video games, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays: Saturday Morning Cartoons
Sep 22, 2009 Random, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
I am trying out a new theme. It is my own creation, I didn’t get it from anyone … but feel free to use it in your own blogs if it suits your fancy: Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays.
What ever happened to Hanna-Barbera … Looney Toons … REAL cartoons? I used to laugh my wicked little ass off at some Quick Draw McGraw. Cartoons aren’t the same as what they used to be. Not even just Quick Draw. The Yogi Bear Show, Tom and Jerry … The Smurfs … Huckleberry Hound … The Jetsons!
Is it just me? I mean, I love the Spongebob’s of the world. Really … Spongebob is the only one I really even like … but I just don’t see the same luster in these cartoons like what I grew up watching. I don’t give a shit about anime. Not a shit. Not a fucking shit damn motherfucker.
I love slap-stick animated laugh out loud funny cartoons. I loved the Daffy Duck / Bugs Bunny exchanges. I loved how the robot maid lady used to clown George Jetson. I don’t want some drama cartoon. WTF? No.
NoNoNoNoNoNo.
I loved the Saturday Morning Cartoons of yesteryear. I used to get up and eat bowl after bowl of whatever cereal my dad made us eat because he liked it and watch my lineup. Thinking about it makes me wish I was that kid again. I miss them. I miss it.
So, since I am brain dead to the world, I am providing some SMC action for your viewing pleasure. Throwback styles.
What were your favorite Saturday Morning Cartoons as a kid?
What was your favorite cereal as a kid?
Tags: hanna-barbera, huckleberry hound, looney toones, quick draw mcgraw, saturday morning cartoons, spongebob squarepants, the flinstones, the jetsons, the smurfs, yogi bear
