When Is It T.M.I.? – Viewer Discretion Advised

By now, if you read my blogs with any regularity, you know that my life is an open book.  I write, Tweet, Facebook, FourSquare, Waze, Yelp etc, frequently.  I’ve been accused before, by a few folks who prefer more privacy in their lives, of being too open, supplying too much information.

I honestly do not think that I am too open, after all that is what social networking is about, sharing and connecting with others.  Sure, checking into FourSquare could be dangerous if your account is visible or posts to your Twitter account that is visible, but only if you are being stalked.  Just in case, I generally do not ‘check in’ until I am leaving the location, unless I am with others and don’t really feel unsafe in their company.

My Twitter account is wide open, I have nothing to hide.  If I’m going to “tweet” about someone, I won’t hide behind a private account to do it, in fact I will likely write a blog post about them.  I do know people who do this, private tweeting, all the while saying “I don’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to their face”.  That is frankly pure bullshit.  If you’d say it to their faces, your account wouldn’t be private.  But I suppose that makes some people feel better about themselves.  Me, I tweet it because I really would say it to their faces, and since those that dislike me come check it, I feel that I’m not hiding behind anything.  A ‘ho is a ‘ho, a bitch is a bitch.  However I have tried hard to sit on my pretty fingers even when I don’t want too.  It is why, after the crap spewing fan of my brother’s divorce finally stopped turning, I remained silent.  I could easily let it all fly now but innocent bystanders would be hurt.  But that is another blog post.

Anyway, when is it too much information?  I think the following crossed that line.  Now regardless of your stand on abortion, I really do think it is a private matter and that tweeting about it complete with this photo, is bottom dweller in taste.  THIS is too much information.  Just as telling the world on your Twitter or Yahoo IM status that you got a little some some (sex for the slow to grasp) is exceedingly lacking in class.  Someone suggested they think this is a bogus account, and I would certainly hope so, but if it is not, it is behavior  far beneath that of a lady.  Your thoughts/comments are certainly welcome.

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Friday Confessional…

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Ah, Friday.  Every week bloggers gather up all those things we didn’t share elsewhere and hit the confessional running to spill it all, giving us a clean slate.  As a pretty open type I already share way too much information about myself between here, Twitter and my Facebook.  But hey, believe it or not, I do have a few things left to share, so here goes:

I confess… 

My head is just spinning this week.  I started a new job last week, full time, back in the office manager role.  This time it rocks because I’m working a lot from home for now.  The boss doesn’t care where I work, just that I’m getting the job done.  And since often it is after normal business hours that I am attacking tasks for the business, he is good with me being home to get things done.  I multi-task best at home.  Current uniform:  Pink Avon hoodie, black sweat pants, and pink fuzzy socks.  I did shower and put on make-up, and sprayed some pink in my bangs.  NOW I’m ready to get my work on!

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I confess…

I’m still pulling my Avon business back together but that IS coming along, albeit slowly.  I know I need to step it up, just been overwhelmed a tad with this new job thing.  BUT I am making progress.

I confess… 

When I wrote my post yesterday, about pondering balance in my life, I realized just how unbalanced I’ve let things become.  I need to carve out some serious me time to get things back in order.  First step is finding a church to attend, as I just cannot comfortably attend my old home church.  But that is a post for my Broken Angel page.

I confess… 

I have not seen nearly enough of my grandbabies of late.  But we had a wicked bug moving through the house and I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t carrying it before going to my son’s house.  No need to risk his household, especially the baby.

I confess… 

I am going to have to reign it in, dial it back, STOP EATING SO MUCH!  I love food, but it isn’t loving me.  Well then again, perhaps it is?  It sure is hanging around on my butt and hips enough to start charging it rent.  Eat less of things, but keep eating what I love.  And water, lots of water because I dehydrate too easily and well I am seeing signs of that.

I confess… 

It is winter weather here today.  Snow was in the forecast, just 1 – 2.5 inches but still snow.  I really hate being cold and don’t like snow other than looking at it.  But last night I went to bed with my blinds up so I could wake up to seeing big snow flakes falling gently to earth.  Snow didn’t arrive until long after I was up, instead I woke to the bright orange flashing of the lights on the salt/plow truck going down the street, pre-treating.  Not quite what I had in mind for a Friday morning scene from my reality show life here. Guess I need to get Mother Nature a copy of the script and tell the road crews to back off on the efficiency a bit.

I confess… 

I am jamming to Adam Ant.  This song is a tough one to sit still through.  Enjoy!

Day 15 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

Silly as this may sound, I’m thankful today for Facebook.

My kids are grown, my son is a cop working odd hours, my brothers are both firefighters who work 24 hour shifts, but on different days than each other, and I have more cousins than I can count thanks to huge families on both sides.

Facebook is like a real time newsletter that allows me to keep up with what everyone is doing, see some great (and not so great) jokes, sharing of articles, photos, news etc.  I admit I did not like Facebook when I first got mine, but it grew on me.  I was a Myspace convert.  I’ve since changed Facebook pages as the first one had “fyrwife” in the URL and as that no longer applied I wanted to get rid of it.  I still use it as a side account for playing games when I need to add a bunch of ‘friends’ for my ‘family’ in things like Mafia Wars, or fellow farmers in Farmville2.  I’m a bit more selective as to who I add on my personal account.

Facebook also allows me to have ‘fan’ pages, which I can use for my businesses to promote or offer specials, and one for my blog page followers.

Recently a college student from church even started a page/group for those who wanted to join in a study of the book of Romans, and my church has a page/group as well, allowing me to reach out for or give comfort and encouragement.

But mostly, I’m just thankful for Facebook for the additioinal ways to keep up with my kids, what they are doing, and share some love and laughter.

Boogers And Clouds In My Coffee

Actually the clouds are NOT in the coffee, they are in my brain.  Last night I sat up watching season 4 of Sons Of Anarchy with my sister.  We got to about episode 6 or 7 I believe, maybe further.  Clay killed Pinney in the last episode we watched before it was 2:30am and we gave in to our bodies  over riding the want for more SOA with a sincere desire for sleep.  It sure seemed like a good idea at the time, staying up way too late.  Now I’m sitting here with a heavy fog slowly lifting from my thought processes.  I need much more coffee.  I cannot wait until my little sister here is caught up so that we are only catching one episode at a time, on TV, in season 5.  Though I have to admit I became spoiled being able to watch an entire season at a time.  Tuesday nights at 10pm can now not arrive fast enough to suit me, and we’re only one episode into the new season.

This is the part of my life reality show where perhaps a script  might be a good idea, one that says “Marti  exits the scene and tucks her exhausted self into bed early, setting a good example for all of her readers”.  But then if you look to me for a good example of anything, you are seriously in the wrong place.  Unless of course you need an extra for a movie about the zombie apocalypse, in that case I currently look every bit the part and without the help of special effects artists or makeup.  I am the walking dead this morning.  Please don’t shoot me in the head unless you are firing extra caffeine.

This is so cute! I found it while hunting for booger images. Maybe I should buy one and name it after the stalker?

The Booger has finally stopped sticking to me (and my daughter) via our Pinterest boards.   “Booger” is the less than affectionate name I’ve assigned to our stalker.  We’ve all had it happen at some time in life, where we sneeze, covering our nose and mouth with our hands, only to have some nasty, sticky thing end up on our finger and with  no tissue handy try to shake it off but it won’t go.  Then we find some something to wipe it off and it still seems to be there, unrelentingly hanging on.  *Note to my readers:  you are welcome for the visual, no need to thank me!*  That is our stalker, but she finally got the picture and stopped following us.  I have a few more hanger-ons but as long as they keep their snotty (pun intended) comments to themselves and off of my boards and blog posts, I won’t sweat it.  If I had to guess, though, my money says she still looks at the boards, Facebook, Twitter etc, because she is obsessed with knowing what we are doing.   *waves hello to Booger* – Yep, you are still looking aren’t you?  Hopefully not but just in case, I didn’t want to be rude.  I always find it humorous when someone looks at your social media to  see if you are talking about them, then gets their panties in a wad, when if they just didn’t look in the  first place they’d never know.  People can talk bad about me all they like, as long as it is not on my own outlets.  What is that saying, “love me or hate me, either way you are thinking about me!”.  Yeah, I am really powerful like that, occupying folks thoughts, it’s how I roll. *insert wicked, evil laugh*

I really need to find a new allergy medication, the one  I have been using for years is no longer cutting it.  Suggestions welcome!

Happy National Chocolate Day!!!  Think I’ll grab a Hershey Special Dark and celebrate!

Having just returned to the laptop with the umpteenth cup of coffee of the morning, I have to say that is one of the positives of working for myself, from home.  Aside from the fact that I am sporting my zombie attire, is knowing that no one takes the last cup of coffee, leaving a swallow behind, then slinks off without starting a new pot.  Here in the Diva Den it is just assumed that more coffee is wanted and  someone makes a fresh pot.  At the very least when one of us takes the last cup we quickly take a poll to see if another one should be made or if everyone has reached their ideal level of adult ADD meds.  Seems coffee drinkers, I mean serious ones, not those one cup a day types, are believed to be adult sufferers of ADD.  Like the medications for kids, the stimulant of caffeine helps us focus.  Considering I can drink an entire pot (as can the others here) and then go to bed and sleep like the dead, I think there is some accuracy to this line of thought.

Oh look at the time, need to go get ready for a conference call.  Might have to freshen up my look and smear my mascara further down my cheek.

Meet Me On Monday

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It’s Meet Me on Monday!  If you tweet out your blog post, feel free to add #MMOM to your tweets and Acting Balanced will try to retweet for everyone from @chascouponmom

Based on the original Meet Me on Monday hosted by Java at Never Growing Old, She’ll post  5 questions on Sunday evening along with a linky for you to link up your post answers!  If you have suggestions for next week’s questions please feel free to leave a comment or shoot her a message on twitter or on the Acting Balanced Facebook Page

Here are today’s Questions:

1. How do you like your eggs?
2. Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone?
3. Do you have a place you keep ‘junk’ in your home?
4. What is on your ‘spring cleaning’ list?
5. What blog post have you written recently that you’d like more people to know about? (don’t forget to link it up)

Answer them on your blog and link up by clicking the ‘badge’ above.

1.  How  do you like your eggs?

Scrambled or an omelet for me.  Don’t like fried eggs, or hard  boiled.  Sometimes soft boiled with pieces of bread broken up in them are good,  the way mom made when I was a kid. But over all just good old scrambled is best.

2.  Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone?

The last phone call was from my mom yesterday.  She was at the grocery store and needed to check if we had something in the pantry.  Text was with the mommy of the baby I watch telling me she’d be early today.

3.  Do you have a place you keep “junk” in your home?

We have a ‘junk drawer’  in the kitchen for odd things like lint rollers, batteries, scotch tape etc.  I really don’t have anything else that is for junk or a catch all spot.

4.  What is on your ‘spring cleaning’ list?

Hmmm….nothing really? Well the garage maybe but that really is it, we clean almost every weekend around here.

5.  What blog post have you written recently that  you’d like more people to know about?

Honestly? I have no idea.  My readership has been going up in numbers and I don’t really have any one particular one that stands out at this moment.

Shelving 2011 ~ Boxes 19, 20 and 21

I follow The Single Woman and that is where I was inspired to come up with this year ending purging from my life. The first post (Life’s Changing Landscape: Shelving 2011) covers the how/why, the rest will be the 31 things I am shelving from 2011 that will not go with me into the new year, the full list of posts pertaining to what I’m purging can be found here: Shelving 2011.

Box 19

Empire Avenue….you fill up my inbox with emails about who bought shares in me or traded my shares.  I didn’t even know what it was when I signed up and the more I see, the less I care.  Time waster with absolutely NO purpose.  At least none I can see, so that is going on the shelf. Now if I can just figure out how to delete my account!

Box 20

News twitter accounts and Facebook accounts – I am so done following them.  My feeds fill up with all kinds of “breaking news” that frankly isn’t worth knowing.  And one local news chain has 3 twitter accounts, one for news, traffic and weather.  They tweet the same stupid information across all 3!  I follow weather to get weather, not traffic.  So, bye bye to all of it.  When I want to know what is going on in the world I will go to their sites to look.  No more weeding through things I just don’t care about!

Box 21

Sleeping in…excessively.  I’ve spent several days peeling the paint off the ceiling of my room way past when I needed to be in bed.  My normal rising time during the week is 5:30am.  It gives me time to shower, dress, check emails and allow coffee to pass the blood brain barrier so I can function enough to ensure I diaper the right end of the babies.  :)   7:30am is sleeping in, by 2 hours.  Time to start pulling out of the rack so that the day is not a waste of time.  Too much to accomplish!

The Dating Diaries ~ Just Some Thoughts

After 2 failed marriages and getting my heart broken more times than  I care to recall, I take a whole new approach when it comes to relationships.  It’s about ME.  Oh there will be plenty of me that is all about him too, but I have to watch out for me and my now very fragile heart.  I am far too special and precious of a person to just settle.

When I give someone my heart I give them all of me.  If they abuse it in any way I will retreat behind my walls and pull the drawbridge up again and good luck gaining entrance, I’m just not that forgiving for any additional cracks added to my already scarred heart.  And if you suddenly retreat from me over something small like what happened between me and the Count, and have ‘rethink’ us…well I will do the rethinking for you, it’s OVER.  See, when I commit to a relationship, it is 100% find a way to work through the crap that is bound to come up, and retreat is not an option.  If you have to retreat and rethink, you didn’t want this that bad and you were not committed.

I don’t do second chances either, if you walk away once, you are gone for good and dead to me. Harsh? Perhaps it is, but I have to protect what is left of me if I am going to be special to anyone and able to open up completely and commit totally for life.

I follow this awesome chick, Mandy Hale, most commonly known as The Single Woman.  I follow her on Twitter and I read her daily blog which is full of awesome and inspiring advice for single folks.  I also collect sayings I find inspirational or that speak well how I feel.  Below are some of those tweets, quotes, and pictures for the rest of my single followers.  Don’t settle, EVER. We deserve the best because we are the best.  Hold out for it!

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TheSingleWoman™

 Who cares if people are talking behind your back? It just proves you have a life worth talking ABOUT. :)
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You deserve someone who jumps fences to be with you..not someone who’s ON the fence about being with you.
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Don’t waste time mourning lost opportunites or missed chances. It it was meant for u, it would have happened.
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“Always take comfort knowing that u are independent & u don’t need to rely on anyone else for your own happiness.”
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As uncertain as the life of a single girl might be..we make our own rules & answer only to ourselves..& that ROCKS.
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If they don’t appreciate your presence, perhaps you should try giving them your absence.
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You should only look back to see how far you’ve come. :)
“Pain makes u stronger. Tears make u braver. Heartbreak makes u wiser. So thank the past for a better future!”
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Don’t lose yourself in a relationship. They fell in love with YOU. Not who they wanted or expected you to be.
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Before you settle for “something” or “anything,” allow me to remind you that you’re worthy of EVERYTHING!
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The Dating Diaries ~ If You Can’t Handle Me At My Worst…

TheSingleWoman™ – As uncertain as the life of a single girl might be..we make our own rules & answer only to ourselves..& that ROCKS.

The door to the secret garden of my heart is slammed shut and locked.  Yeah, all is not good in paradise today.  And if you know anything about me you know that if you hurt my feelings bad enough, I’m going to completely close up and good luck getting me to open up again.  My heart is a very fragile thing, has been for a few years now and for me to open it to anyone is a huge step for me.  And for anyone to find themselves in possession of a key to the gate of my secret garden, the deep parts of me, the whole of my heart and soul, well use it responsibly because while I do not pick who has that key, fate/chemistry/God does, I do chose who will suddenly find their key no longer works in the lock.

I’m trying very hard not to be irrational, stomping pacing back and forth in front of the gate on the inside of the wall, the temptation to revoke access is definitely there.  Once I revoke it, it is never available again, which is why this Taurian is snorting and stomping fuming and pacing.  I’ve worked hard the past two years, with the help of the meds, to learn to control my reactions and instead of reacting, chose to  respond.

As I have said in my About Me section, I am known for posting things now and then that may be considered inappropriate, or not thinking through things before I hit post/publish.  This is not just on my blog, it goes on Facebook too.  Seems I did that…well okay after further review of the play, the penalty call stands.  I cannot reverse it no matter how many red flags I toss out there on the field.

The post was a video of some of the occupy Wall Street ladies topless, whining and carrying on about the cops telling them to put their shirts back on.  I found it hard to take these idiots seriously when I saw it, so much for being intelligent liberals, obviously you had to resort to displaying your less than impressive rack to gain attention to your cause as no one was paying attention.  And they sure weren’t going to take you seriously now!  But back on track here (love when I hijack my own blog).  I posted that, not thinking about the fact that the Count’s 12yo grandson would see it.  Seems the Count didn’t care for it either.  I thought I had set it so the  children/youngsters on my Facebook didn’t see it, but guess that was an epic FAIL.  I had commented on a photo of a cheerleader with a spot on the crotch of her shorts too, that I thought it was photo shopped.  Because I commented on it, the way Facebook works these days, it showed up in the feeds of my friends.  I didn’t think about that, I’m still adjusting to the changes Facebook made (when will they learn if it isn’t broken don’t fix it?).

Now backing up a tad here, things have been strained between me and the count of late, at least it felt that way.  I knew going into this that this time of year he works, A LOT.  As in he is at work before most of us get out of bed in the morning, and is still working when most of us go to bed at night.  And we’re seeing each other one day a week if that.  But as I said, this I knew so while I am a woman that needs more attention than a random text every day, I was being patient and trying not to complain.  Though I admit I felt like the family pooch given the crumbs brushed off the table after everyone else had their portion of the count’s time.  It’s what you do when you love someone.  And is wasn’t going to last forever, just a few more weeks before things would be normal again.

So, Friday at 9pm I received a text, him venting about work.  I sent multiple texts after that.  Nothing, no response at all.  I had dinner with a very dear friend last night and came home to discover I had been deleted from the Count’s Facebook, and his grandson’s.  No text, email or phone call to explain, just gone.  I texted and got no reply. I called and left a voicemail, nothing.  Now maybe I am not thinking this through clearly (damn muscle relaxers) but when one goes from dozens of texts a day, slowly down to a random ONE most days…it is hard to hold on with that crumb.  Then to go over 24 hours with no communication and to find oneself removed from their significant other’s friends list and their grandson’s.  Well I’m sorry if I jumped to the wrong conclusion after the attempts to communicate from my end, but I assumed the relationship had come to a halt.  Please feel free to point out to me if you think this was not a valid conclusion.

I come to find out, finally after making that assumption in a text in the wee hours of this morning when I couldn’t sleep and asking yet again later at a reasonable hour of the morning when I still had no reply, that he removed me and made the grandson remove me, over that video and the picture.  And now he needs to take a step back and rethink us?

All this could have been avoided with a quick text pointing out the necessary reminder (told ya I don’t think things through all the time) that there is a child on my Facebook and that the items were inappropriate viewing material.  But no, he reacted in anger (he said he was mad over it) and deleted me.

Now, I might be wrong here as I’m stomping through my vegetation tip toeing through the tulips inside the garden here, but when you go from “I love you” and “I miss you” and talking about a future, a business, and a life together, to all of the above….well to ME it sure seems like someone was just looking for an easy way out?  How about just telling me you want out, it isn’t working for you, whatever.  If anyone thinks it hurts less this way well they are quite mistaken.

The  worst part is I find myself repeating dance steps of the past…making excuses for him!  He is working so hard, long hours, is sleep deprived and grumpy and on a short fuse these days….when in fact there is no excuse for treating someone you say you love this way!  Communication is key to any relationship and there was a huge lack of it here.  And I cannot do this again, I’m not going to be an option rather than a priority in anyone’s life.  And I am sure as hell not going to change who and what I am to fit in anyone’s mold.  Been there, done that, and spent a long time  peeling back the layers and rediscovering who I really was and I am NOT going back in a box for anyone.  Take me as I am or don’t take me at all!

In the words of my all time favorite quote and personal mantra:

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”~ Marilyn Monroe

And  honestly, if that is the worst anyone ever has to deal with, my imperfection when it comes to posting stuff now and then that maybe I need to think through, but my best is loyalty, love and total faithfulness and support, then  they should seriously be thankful because I’m one hell of a great package!  If he cannot handle my worst…well as it says, he doesn’t deserve my best.

Which must be evident  to many because the single men are already swarming  like cockroaches when the lights go out, asking for a chance to see if they might hold that key to the garden gate after seeing my relationship status change to single when someone deleted me.

Sorry boys, the marvelous one needs time to let the cracks in her heart heal right now.  :(

Shelving 2011 ~ Box 7

I follow The Single Woman and that is where I was inspired to come up with this year ending purging from my life. The first post (Life’s Changing Landscape: Shelving 2011 covers the how/why, the rest will be the 31 things I am shelving from 2011 that will not go with me into the new year, the full list of posts pertaining to what I’m purging can be found here: Shelving 2011.

I meant to do this one yesterday but work got in the way of writing. Box 8 WILL get posted today as well, then I’ll be back on track! :)

I'm about to vent, consider yourself warned!

Box #7 is long overdue in being packed up and frankly should be stuffed in the fireplace and burned  so it cannot ever again be opened, sending the contents into the air in smoke and ashes.

I’m shelving all things:  QFB/Queenie

It is so time to PURGE you from my life..you, the beer koozies you made me, the nose rings, and other assorted items given me by you that are now just a constant reminder of the knives (yes many) sticking in my back from you over the years.  Yes sweetie, as you strut around trying to act like YOU are the victim, me and many  others know you for the drama queen you really are!

At a time when I was shattered emotionally, you turned on me and did all you could to try to sway opinion against me, even making up and implying to people that I might have an STD!  For a long time I could not figure out what I had done to you to deserve that, then I was set straight by some of the very people you thought you could trust: I was a threat.  You are one of the most insecure people I’ve ever met.  I posed a threat to you in that someone might prefer to be with me, especially once I was the single girl.  The wicked queen discovered her magic mirror might have told her she was the fairest in the land, but no one aside from her knight was in agreement.

I cared about you and yours, loved all of you very much.

I trusted you, poured my heart out to you and came to you for advice when my world flipped on end.

You stabbed me in the back over and over again.

You are a cold hearted, manipulative, mean and hateful person.

You are a liar.

Queen? Only of drama and where it isn’t you will do your damnedest to stir it up if it will get you pity and attention.

You use people as friends to keep them where you want them and use them until they no longer serve your needs then you boot them aside.

The ones you call friends, you’ve spoken ill of all of them.  You’ve not had a change of heart, you’ve had a change of NEED where they are concerned so for now they are your friends.

Frankly I believe you are evil personified.

If you REALLY didn’t want people to draw sides in your daily drama fests, you’d not mention it at all or elude to it as you always do on Facebook, Twitter and IM statuses. (Yes I see it all – careful who your “friends” are, you’d be so surprised by who ISN’T what you have come to believe.

At a time when I was regrounding my faith and trying to get my life in order,  you wrote my pastor, pretending to be a concerned christian wanting to alert him of what type of woman was in his congregation.  Just had to be sure he knew how imperfect I was and that I had been in the lifestyle. (sorry but I had beat you to the punch, EVERYONE knew where I had been, and were well aware when that email came exactly what and who you were and still are too)  Pot meet kettle?  And you take your kids to church? I’m kinda surprised, no offense, that the walls haven’t fallen in on you!

And the dumb thing was I still cared about YOU!  I know, what a dumb ass I was!

Thanks QFB for SUPER FANTASTIC!

Well I am done coming across something and wondering where things went wrong, actually missing your laugh and smile, your ‘friendship’ (with friends like you, who has need of enemies?). Sadly it also means severing the connection (already sliced actually)  with the means of being kept aware of the latest thing the ‘royal’ one is doing or may have said regarding me.

Now go on, go whine on your Facebook and elude to it and how you are “not going to talk about, taking the high road, blah blah blah” so everyone can ask you what is wrong and fawn over your poor, little victim self.  Meanwhile, you are now dead to me, you no longer exist as far as I’m concerned.

DAMN it feels good to get that off my chest, out of my system, and shelved!

 

If the crown fits...

Humble High Roader Or Attention Whore?

You log onto your Facebook, or check your Twitter feed, or IM and you see the following (paraphrased from multiple such posts):

“Taking the high road, not going to succumb to the negativity, prefer not to waste energy on such person(s), don’t want anyone to take sides, pains me when people feel the need to take sides, please don’t ask I don’t want to talk about it…..blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Seriously???  And what is the first thing everyone does?  ASKS!!! and jumps on the “oh you are such a good person/poor baby” bandwagon to try to sooth those rumbled feathers.  In no time everyone and their uncle knows what said person is not going to talk about and they are rowing the boat right along with the ‘high roader’ in that river of negativity.  Why? BECAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY WANT!

NO one that truly doesn’t want drama,  or truly doesn’t want to talk about something or someone, will post ANYTHING about the issue, even a post to say they will take the high road and not talk about it.  It is a total ploy to get people to do just exactly that!  They want the world to ask  what is bugging them, just like the toddler who is pouting wants your attention. DO NOT GIVE IN! Don’t ask so that way they won’t tell!  Well okay they will because if no one asks they will spill it anyway but this way they look like the victim.  They’re precious little ego is stung or  they’ve done something that will show  their true colors and the only way to make sure they appear good is to inform you of how good they are going to be by not talking about it.

If it really pained someone that others were choosing sides in their  little drama fest, they wouldn’t bother to let anyone know there was an issue to begin with!  They WANT you to take a side, THEIRS!  That is why all the “woe is me, the one on the high road not talking about it”.  You ask, they tell you THEIR version that usually is spun to make them appear to be the victim and the sides of the battle are starting to be drawn.  The posts, tweets and IM statuses are just engraved invitations to come bow and make them feel better about their miserable, rotten selves.

They already wasted that supposed energy by even eluding to a problem.  And you know what? They are feeding that negative energy to you when you give it the least bit of attention.  In fact the attention is just fertilizer on their already overly large pile of bull dung.  This type of person is TOXIC!  They use these posts to lure people in to feel sorry for them and to poison the mind by telling you what they said they didn’t want to talk about in the first place.  It’s a sick game of reversed psychology.  They crave the attention and praise of others like an addict craves their cocaine.  Fact is, that swooning and pity IS their drug.

They are drama queens, royal attention whores.  Don’t do it, do not get sucked into their venomous games.  They are not to be pitied, they are sick, dark, evil puppeteers  trying to manipulate people.  They are insecure so they try to make  others look bad in order to appear to be the better person.  Like I said, toxic.  Leave them in their stagnant waste dumps and ignore their pleas for attention.  The only high road they are on is the one that allows them to step all over others, and it is far below that of the fecal matter of bottom  dwellers in a swamp.

**DISCLAIMER: If you think this is about you, then you probably have some self examination to do because there is likely a reason you feel that way, because you are an attention whore!**

Twitter: Follow Me Or Don’t, But Stop Whining!

First, one using Twitter has to understand what it is:  Micro Blogging.  You only have 140 characters to use to convey your message.  This has resulted in many coming up with creative ways to abbreviate words.  For example your becomes UR, are becomes R, two or to or even too becomes 2 and so on.  Many IM abbreviations such as LOL, ROFLMAO, TTYL, TTFN, IMO have also made their way into tweets.  Creativity reigns when the message is longer than 140 characters.

I found Twitter a number of years ago, and slowly dragged many in my family kicking and screaming convinced my family to try it.  My son has one but never uses it, my daughter refuses to come to the dark side, but my brothers, sister, parents and many of the nieces and nephews use it now.  Many in the blogging community use Twitter to alert their followers of a new blog post. News organizations give short headlines with links to breaking news and weather.  Many businesses like Papa John’s Pizza have tweeted coupons/specials only made known to their Twitter followers.

Blogging, be definition is an online diary or journal.  For some it is a form of a notebook.  How public they wish to make it is up to the author.  Some are wide open, others password protected.  Many blog under a pen name for anonymity while others put their real name to their work.  Bloggers are as varied as people, everyone from mommy bloggers who write about their kids and parenting, to politicians and celebrities. They put out there whatever it is they wish to share with their readers.

Twitter is micro blogging – sharing whatever the owner of that ID wishes to share with their followers.

Like with any author, we often share pieces of someone elses writings when we find it of interest.  Either within our blogs or on Twitter, or in books etc.

This is how I use Twitter:

  • To share quotes and tweets from others I follow that I think are good, cool, touching etc.
  • My random thoughts and actions I feel like sharing.
  • To alert my followers of a new blog post I put up.
  • To share others blogs I think are worth checking out.
  • To share weather, headlines etc that come across my feed if I think they are note worthy to some.
  • To once in a while respond to a tweet from another.
  • To alert friends and followers where I am at the moment via Foursquare which updates on my Twitter feed.
  • And a host of other reasons.

I follow 148 others on Twitter at the moment, that is subject to change up or down on any given day but rarely goes up. Everything from inspirational quotes to other bloggers to news stations that put out headlines and family members.

I currently have 404 people following me on Twitter, and that number rises and falls from day to day but not by many. I have no idea why they all follow me but they do.

You can chose to make your Twitter ID private so only your approved followers can see what you tweet (publish).  Or, like me, you can leave your Twitter wide open so anyone can view it and follow you.  There are family members that I follow that keep their ID locked down so only those they chose to have in the family can see what they tweet.  That is fine for them.  I keep mine open, it is what I chose to do.

Recently it came up from one of my followers that they didn’t care for all the retweets of other Tweeters tweets.  I assume of course that was directed to me, as I do retweet a good number of things I find interesting or amusing.  They felt that if they cared what someone else was tweeting they’d be following that person too.  Another member backed that up and said they don’t let others in ‘our network’.  See, who you let follow you and you follow is YOUR network.  I have my own larger circle that follows me and I follow, yours happens to over lap a few of mine but not many.

I share what I wish, because this is MY Twitter ID and I put out there what I WANT to share.  If you find that too much, don’t follow me.  Just like with Chad Ocho Cinco, I follow him on and off throughout the year.  At times he tweets so much that I just stop following him for a while, then other times I am highly amused by what he puts out.  But I am not going to tailor my tweets to what my followers think I should be sending out.  404 people on my follower list all have a different reason for why they follow me.  If you don’t care for what I send out, then don’t follow me.

For family and close friends I now have a new Twitter ID so that they can follow me without all the retweets. Hopefully now everyone is happy.

AH!!! My Crops Withered!!!!

Yep, I did it again, I am playing Farmville.   I know I know, slap my ass and call me STUPID!!!  What was I thinking? 

I used to play on my previous Facebook account all of the time.  But that account had a URL that included FYRWIFE as a part of it, so I ditched it.  I’m no longer a fire wife and have zero intention of ever being one again.  Mostly because every relationship with a fire fighter has ended, and I was left with my heart in pieces.  Aquarian fire fighters the worst of the bunch, they really captured my heart and it was tougher to get passed.  SO anyway, where was I…oh yes, I had a HUGE farm, lots of neat stuff..and it is all gone now, gone with that ID.  I created a new Facebook page and recently got sucked back over to the dark side.  I swore I’d only play Farkle, it is addicting enough, but then I did it…like a junkie staring at a fix…I clicked the Farmville button.

WHAT  THE  HELL WAS I THINKING??????

So, once again my life is starting to revolve around harvest times.  It isn’t to the point of setting the alarm on my phone to remind me that I need to haul my virtual hiney out to the fields to harvest the eggplants, but it won’t be long.  Heck I just posted a status on my Facebook asking my Farmville fellow addicts to please unwither my Chrome Daisies, seems I forgot all about them and now there they are, dried out and brown in the fields.  SIGH….

Moments of weakness and stupidity be damned!

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Serial Pokers…

There they are, every time I log in, or refresh my screen, on my Facebook page…”pokes” from various friends.

What exactly IS the purpose of a “poke”.  What is the meaning behind “poking” someone?  Careful now, you perverts, I know what THAT kind of poke is…I’ve had 3 kids, obviously I’ve been poked before.  I won’t go into detail but believe me, I’ve been poked and by some damned impressive pokers…but I will stop there before I get a call from my kids about inappropriate posts.

So, is “poking” on Facebook some kind of virtual encounter of an adult kind? Perverse “poking”??  Hmm…let us hope not, as kids are on there.  Though I suppose depending on who is doing the “poking” and who is the recipient of that “poke” it could be taken that way, might even be enjoyable or…never mind.

Is it the same type of poke as when one of your siblings would poke you in the back seat of the car?  “Mom, she’s touching me, she poked me!”, because in that case, there is nothing at all nice about those kind of “pokes” and mom doesn’t give a flying frog’s ass these days  if your brothers are “poking” you….and wow that over heard out of proper context…yeah (see, this whole “poking” thing is kinda dangerous and warped).

What about virtual bruises?  I know that if the 27 over achievers that “poked” me between the time I logged out last night and back in this morning, had actually walked up and physically poked my upper arm, there would be one  hell of a bruise there now.  It would seriously leave a mark, someone would be calling the virtual po-po and hauling people off for virtual assault and battery.

If, like me, you “poke” a lot of people, does this make you, as one of my friends, inquired, a “poke ho”?  And as she pointed out, if you receive an excessive amount of “pokes” are you a  “po poke ho”?  It should be considered, we have reputations to guard, after all.  Of  course, no one KNOWS who pokes you aside from themselves.  They may think you are their one and only “poke buddy”, that you are in a monogamous “poke” .  Is it cheating, if you are being “poked” by and “poking” others?  This could all have serious implications! We need clarification here.  Think about it, what if your spouse/significant other found out about all your private “poking”???  And what of using protection if you are a “poke” ho??? Or should you just abstain from “poking” if you cannot limit your “poke”?

Is serial “poking” (poking anyone and everyone at random) a mental disorder?  Criminal?  How do you get folks to stop “poking” you?  Can you file a virtual restraining order to avoid being “poked”???

If you refuse to “poke” back is it rude?  Has anyone contacted Ms. Manners to see what proper “poke” etiquette is so we don’t offend someone with uncultured “poking”???

“Poking” supposedly is  a way of saying “hi” to a friend.  You can “poke” some folks that aren’t on your friend list depending on their privacy settings.  A nice way to say “hey, noticed you on Facebook” and see if they poke back.  You could even maybe use it as a form of flirting.  But what if there is more to “poking” than meets the eye???

*SIDE  NOTE:  If you don’t want to be “poked” then perhaps you need to talk to Dr. Ruth Westheimer about your disfunction simply do not “poke” back or remove the “poke” and then that individual cannot “poke” you anymore.

Okay, enough, I have “poking” to do…..

Saturday Afternoon Post

Okay so my sense of humor is a bit warped, I cannot deny that. But this is funny stuff, ya just gotta admit it!  Some genius is no doubt going to make a mint off this idea.  A wedding ring coffin!  I want one, I think it is a total hoot.  I’d never bury my rings, what a waste of potential cash that I plan to sell them for instead!  But it is highly amusing to me. Maybe cremate the wedding certificate/license and put it in an urn inside the casket too? Sick  I know. Thanks to The Peachy One for sharing it on Twitter today, made my whole afternoon!

Today is just one of those days when I would be completely content to stay in my jammies, sip coffee and read all day.  That is not how it has gone but it certainly sounds marvelous to me!  I instead pulled myself out of bed (thank you Pixel and Ditzy for the rude awakening), made coffee and launched into my day.  I have accomplished next to nothing at all.  I did run an errand with my sister to Hobby Lobby, my all time favorite, put a cot in the backroom and I’ll just live here store.  It was there that I grabbed a journal I spotted, to use for taking notes in church.  “It’s A Wonderful Life” is such a great movie, and a great reminder to take stock in life and the richness in blessings we have.  When I spotted it I knew it was for me, it even matches my bedspread, how is that for a sign that I should have it?

The reality is that my life is indeed very rich and blessed.  I do lose sight of that at times but thankfully have great friends, and the awesome women of the Diva Den, to gently nudge me back in the right direction when I let the stupidity and shallowness of others to infringe on  my happiness.

I just noticed there are 2 cats  sleeping on my bed, the same two that woke me up this morning.   Wondering, is turn about fair play? Should I bug them until they get up? Oh so wickedly tempting.  If only they would understand it was revenge I might.

I have been very pleased with the Friday Featured Friend I started last week.  Both guest posters were fantastic.  If you’d like to be a guest poster let me know by clicking the invite over at the top of my side bar, I’d love to make you are Friday Featured Friend.  It is not necessary to be a blogger, if you just would like to write about something, let me know!