I stopped wearing deodorant and antiperspirant back in February of this year and I have been amazed and perplexed by the experience. I know the title says I don’t stink and back in the cold weather months this was most definitely the truth. But as the weather turned warmer and warmer and now it’s unbearably hot, I have struggled with not smelling like a daisy anymore. There are some days after a particularly vigorous workout that I can not even stand myself!
My journey with deodorant has been a long one. Continue reading
Most days lately find me over here at my home just living life and trying to do the right thing. The “right thing” varies some days, but most of the time it means simply that I am cheerful, happy and loving the people in my life. That’s me. I never purposefully set out to hurt anyone or anything. It’s not in me. In fact, it’s not even something I think about.
My days are pretty full without me ever having to do much to fill them up. I get calls from other friends to go out and do fun activities together, or I look for opportunities to give something back to the community by volunteering. I don’t have the time to sit over here and wallow in whatever new misery someone sees fit to leave in a flaming paper bag of shit on my doorstep. I’m certainly not going to take the time it takes to plot their eventual demise. It’s just not worth it to me. Continue reading
“It was taken out of context.”
What does this mean?
According to the Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English it’s this:
“take/quote something out of context. to repeat part of what someone has said or written without describing the situation in which it was said, so that it means something quite different : His comments, taken out of context, seem harsh.”
But this is what it means to me, and many other people that tend to sit back and question things like authority and basic bullshit: Continue reading
I was sitting in the waiting area of my hairdresser’s salon one afternoon when a very disturbed gentleman entered to wait his turn for the barber that also has a chair there.
“I just came from the King’s Daughter thrift store looking for my dam crab pots! My wife said she might’ve left them out for the thrift store to pick up and she can’t remember which one it was! I’m gonna keep looking all day until I find them. I had two of them. One was brand new!”
He received rumblings from the barber that was busy giving another gentleman a trim.
“I just don’t understand it!” the man continued. “Why in the world would you get rid of two perfectly good steamer pots?! It don’t make good sense to me!” Continue reading
When I first started living together with my husband before we were married he took me to meet his father. I was excited to make the trip and was looking forward to creating a lasting bond with the man. Little did I know, the only lasting bond created would be one that consisted of years of mental and verbal abuse.
The one thing I asked to do while we were there was to visit a White Castle. If you’ve never been to one let me tell you about it (or click the link and enjoy!). They say there’s two kinds of people that have been to one. They either love it, or they hate it. I’m one of those folks that love it!
White Castle is a groovy little burger place that has perfected the art of fast food hamburgers. They taste of this wonderful onion flavor with dill pickle thrown in just for difference sake. You don’t order just one. You order them by the half dozen or the dozen. I can eat four of them in one sitting. I know that sounds like a lot of hamburgers, but they’re small and dainty and just perfectly right. They are the original slider hamburger.
Every time we passed one on our “whirlwinded” tour of the town where he lived, I would cry out from the back seat, where I eventually felt trapped, and he would keep talking, as if I never said a word. He ignored the only request I had made on that one (and only! we never went back) visit.
Oh, but it didn’t end there. Continue reading
There are days I grow weary of the shaming and the gossip. When mean folks gossip it’s their way of using shame to try to control you. That’s what gossip is. It’s a method of controlling the way other people see you. Good people can see through that, but others aren’t quite as evolved and tend to enjoy the shaming process.
When someone says, “it’s just one tiny bit of gossip! Get over it!” I always wonder how they would feel if I stepped a bit to the right and displayed the millions of tiny bits of gossip I’ve been asked to get over. The weight of it is staggering, especially on days more gets heaped on. It’s enough to make you never want to go outside or ever talk to another living soul. Continue reading