Brandi and I were talking and we figured out a way to combat the haters at the market. From now on when I feel some woman glaring at me - I am going to sing the country song - It's all right to be lil bitty - LOL
I can't wait to start ..........
I know i can be devious but I am so tired of the hating that goes on. It is simply unnecessary. I know i am not the prettiest girl around and i don't hate on other pretty girls, whether they be big or small chested.
I am not catty like that tho, I raise my daughters to be complimentary of other girls. Unlike my neighbor who thinks she is the only game in town and whose daughters have picked up on it. Her blond daughter acts like she is the only pretty one around just cause she is blond. I found it disheartening that my daughter at 5 years old has already picked up the message that blonds are prettier but thanks to catty bitch's kid - she has.
Anyway, I should stop talking about me and my problems now. I totally feel that I should stop focusing on my self but then what else is there? I will not be proactive about a cause - not anymore. Why? There is too much hate directed at people who speak out. I guess I have this thing where I want people to like me. When they don't it irks me. I shoul;d be working on not giving a shit if they like me or not. I was there once and will get back to it.
On another note, hubby is off at work. we got off on the wrong foot today cause for the second time this week, while i was sleeping he brought the baby upstairs and let her jump ontop of me. She slammed me right in the uterus for the second time. I do not like being woken up that way. Not too mention he had a coffee and didn't bring me one. He says, well you don't bring my coffee upstairs - At least I make it, he wouldn't want me to bring it upstairs at 8 am. He has to sleep late - it is apples and oranges. When i used to wake him up early, i brought his coffee up.
He complains that he likes it when the baby wakes him up. Well, sweet kisses is one thing.
Sometimes I just don't trust him . Later on- for some reason- he comes out with - "well, I don't scream at my kids" .
And? Your point? Oh i must be a bad mother right? cause i yell? Whatever J, go file a report on me then. Besides that is a lie. Number one, he doesn't parent enough to get to the point of yelling. Number 2, when he has had it with her, he goes from a level 2 of irritation - to a Giant roar of aggravation and scares the hell out of her. At least she knows my patterns. She knows what to expect out of me. Whatever. Distrust is the feedback he gets for the summer of 2003.
I can't wait to start ..........
I know i can be devious but I am so tired of the hating that goes on. It is simply unnecessary. I know i am not the prettiest girl around and i don't hate on other pretty girls, whether they be big or small chested.
I am not catty like that tho, I raise my daughters to be complimentary of other girls. Unlike my neighbor who thinks she is the only game in town and whose daughters have picked up on it. Her blond daughter acts like she is the only pretty one around just cause she is blond. I found it disheartening that my daughter at 5 years old has already picked up the message that blonds are prettier but thanks to catty bitch's kid - she has.
Anyway, I should stop talking about me and my problems now. I totally feel that I should stop focusing on my self but then what else is there? I will not be proactive about a cause - not anymore. Why? There is too much hate directed at people who speak out. I guess I have this thing where I want people to like me. When they don't it irks me. I shoul;d be working on not giving a shit if they like me or not. I was there once and will get back to it.
On another note, hubby is off at work. we got off on the wrong foot today cause for the second time this week, while i was sleeping he brought the baby upstairs and let her jump ontop of me. She slammed me right in the uterus for the second time. I do not like being woken up that way. Not too mention he had a coffee and didn't bring me one. He says, well you don't bring my coffee upstairs - At least I make it, he wouldn't want me to bring it upstairs at 8 am. He has to sleep late - it is apples and oranges. When i used to wake him up early, i brought his coffee up.
He complains that he likes it when the baby wakes him up. Well, sweet kisses is one thing.
Sometimes I just don't trust him . Later on- for some reason- he comes out with - "well, I don't scream at my kids" .
And? Your point? Oh i must be a bad mother right? cause i yell? Whatever J, go file a report on me then. Besides that is a lie. Number one, he doesn't parent enough to get to the point of yelling. Number 2, when he has had it with her, he goes from a level 2 of irritation - to a Giant roar of aggravation and scares the hell out of her. At least she knows my patterns. She knows what to expect out of me. Whatever. Distrust is the feedback he gets for the summer of 2003.
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