Opinions

Oh, I loved this post. She stated her opinion and she stated it straight and in your face. Bravo! Check it out.

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I was asked by someone to check out a Twitter and WordPress site as that person thought I might ‘have some interesting opinions’ on it.

Ahem!

Soap box set up.

I recently took part in Opinionated Man’s  Project O . It gave people from all over the world the opportunity to share opinions and life and cultural experiences. A template of questions was given to allow all participants  the opportunity to  operate from the same framework while, at the same time, allowing scope for diversity in responses.

One of the questions:-

Question 6: If you could share an opinion on a single international incident or topic that you either feel strongly about or that might not be known to the rest of the world what would it be? You have our attention.

“I get so pissed that power corrupts and that people seek power for self-seeking ends…

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“Writing is eas…

“Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” – Gene Fowler

Yes. This is just about right. 🙂 I know some days I don’t have the foggiest idea what to say. I have found the easiest thing to write about is what is in my heart and on my mind. If you feel so deeply about something, you will find something to say about it. And when you have something to say about it, then you will have something to write about.

Sharing ones feelings and thoughts can be the scariest thing in the world. I know. Some thoughts and feeling you need to share to let them out and let them go. I’ve shared on here feelings of fear and sadness and depression. Some of joy and laughter. All are not easy to share sometimes. It gives you a glimpse into me and my life. That can be scary. What if….? Oh, I can come up with so many endings to that sentence. Then I think so what.

So stare until blood comes or write what you feel and what you think. You might see just how easy it is.

Maybe I’m Not Cut Out To Be A Mother

I sometimes wonder if maybe I’m not cut out to be a mother.

Here are my reasons:

I have a depression problem on occasion.

I periodically need a break from motherhood.

I work. At the moment two jobs which gives me a total of one full day off a week.

I go to college. Two nights a week my kids spend a night elsewhere so I can go to class and get my schoolwork done.

I am not a very good cook.

I am not a very good housekeeper.

I am poor. I struggle (why I work two jobs) just to give my kids what they need, and that just barely some weeks, let alone the things they want.

I feel so old and tired some days but, I get up and get the kids off to school go do my jobs and my schoolwork (depending on the day), when I am done with that I go home and start all over the next day. Yeah, I periodically get depressed (who wouldn’t in these circumstances, I make barely over minimum wage at both jobs and use what I make to support me, my small farm, and my two growing children. The only help I get is from the people who watch the kids while I am at work or need a break. I am very thankful for them (usually). I am not thankful for them when they question my motives and question my ability to be a parent. I worry I am not good enough on my own without hearing your criticism. The thing that upsets me the most about this are the people doing the most criticizing are my family. Sure, they are in-laws but to me family is family.

I want to be a better person. I know I am a good person. I help people when there is something that I can do for them. I love helping people. I appreciate the people who help me so when I can do something in return it makes me happy. I like to make people smile so doing some silly stupid thing I know they will like makes me happy.

Some days though all the negativity around me gets me down. It definitely does not help my depression issues to deal with everyone’s negativity.

I know I do not cook well. And I know I am not the world’s greatest housekeeper. Should that really matter? No, it should not. As long as my kids are well fed, clothed and warm, and loved, that is what matters the most.

I am poor. Yes, so is a large portion of the world. That’s life. Should that be a reason to not be a mother? I do not believe so. In fact I believe that good parents don’t come from having money or not having money. It is the desire to see their kids be happy. And some kids no matter what won’t be happy even with all you give them. I tell my kids you want more in life, you want that particular toy, you have to work for it and earn it. They may not like it but that is just the way it is.

I would love to have a bit more money. Just enough to not freak about making sure the kids have enough to eat. To make a decision to feed the kids or my animals (kids win, animals get leftovers). Enough to not have a panic attack when something breaks on my car. I could just get it fixed. Someday, (my positivity showing) I will be at the comfortable point. Right now, I will wear myself out to give the kids what they need.

So, am I not cut out to be a mother?

Go ahead. Make a decision. I know I wonder. I know I am doing the best I can. If that isn’t good enough for you? Well…..what is? And maybe, just maybe, I AM a good mother and you can tell because I wonder if…

Maybe I’m not cut out to be a mother.

Dear parents, you need to control your kids. Sincerely, non-parents

Add yourI’m a parent. I’ve had my child throw a temper tantrum in a store…. It is mortifying. I’ve had way too many times to count be told how if I did this, or do that better I’d be a better parent. Well, I’ve never claimed to be the perfect parent and neither can those who gave me the “perfect” advice. But anyway, read this blog post. It is wicked good. 🙂

The Matt Walsh Blog

To the fan I lost yesterday:

I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.

Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…

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Open Letter To Shooters and Potential Shooters

Dear Shooter and Potential Shooter,

You are a moron and I am NOT impressed with you. You make my life a misery. Want to know how? No? Well, I don’t care just like you didn’t care when you did what you did and/or like you won’t in the future if you do what you plan to do.

You fill up my Twitter feed. ,I today, with the Navy Shipyard shooting in Washington, DC, received over 600 text messages from Twitter and a good 99% of those was about the shooting. This happened for Newtown and the Boston Marathon bombings as well.

You fill up my Facebook feed, my television, my radio, etc. It is really obnoxious when I want to know about what is going on in my friends and family’s lives instead of the horror and fear of what you did/intend on doing.

You hurt and/or kill innocent people. What the hell did they do to you? Nothing? If they did do something did you even try to talk about it with them? Someone? Anyone? I am sure someone would have listened and tried to assist you with your issue.

Some of those people are friends of friends of mine or my family…some even friends of mine or my family’s….so you cause me misery even though you did not or will not directly cause me harm.

After these events, I hear so many people all up at arms with the gun control crap. No one has a reasonable answer as to how to keep guns out of the hands of you morons only to make life more difficult for people, like me, who would have shot you with the gun they carry to keep you from being a moron and hurting/killing others.

So to you, Shooter, may you rot with the worms, you lowlife insignificant prick.

To you, Potential Shooter, think carefully, talk about it with someone. Hopefully, your issues can be solved.

Sincerely,

Annoyed Citizen

“A cow and a laser pointer” on YouTube

Highly amusing… Took me a few cows to find one who reacted to the laser pointer… But sure gave me a chuckle 🙂

Strong People

I wish sometimes certain people in my life would get the picture above.  I wish this everytime I grieve over the loss of an animal.
See, it’s okay, by their standards to grieve for people.
Too bad I don’t live my life by their standards.
I grieve, I cry, and I move on to give my love and care to the next animal in line. I love them all so grief is short but still I’ll take my time to grieve.

Dammit

It sucks these days to watch things get worse and worse. The worse it gets the harder it is to hope for something to start changing for the better.
The thing that most definitely sucks the most is that it seems that the only way to make things better is money.
Why is it that to change the way you do something you have to spend more money?  Why can’t you start doing that thing that would use less money and make more without spending a lot of money? Who decided this is the way things have to be?
You want my guess?………
Rich people.
I have a major dislike of people with a lot of money. Sure it stems from my lack of it… But I see time and time again people with money doing the strangest things with it… Like who needs a bowling alley in your house?
There are so many people in this world… All over… Who work hard and take pride in what they do only to end up broke… Who helps them? Certainly not the rich people and certainly not the government…
No…. The people who are kind enough and thoughtful enough to care about their fellow man are the other hard working poor people. But they can’t help… They are in the same situation.

So in my opinion… Rich people…. Spread the wealth, dammit. And stop being greedy, dammit. Stop raising the prices of the stuff you sell, dammit. And you poor people who sit around all day working the system… Get a job, dammit. Yeah I know that there are people who are too sick to work… And there are people with mental disabilities who truly can’t work… I get there are exceptions but people… There are too many exceptions now, dammit!

Duck eggs

I totally forgot to mention this the other day… Lol I was so excited I forgot….

I got my first duck egg.

Isn’t it cool. I got that one Friday and another one yesterday. Might be one in the pen today (I’ve been busy and haven’t checked yet).

I’m pretty sure Daisy is laying them… Oh did I forget to mention her too?  Oops.  I got both Donald and Daisy at the fair last weekend. In fact cool note…. They won best in show.
Here they are….

Tired

I’m tired.
Tired of everything going wrong.
Tired of never being right.
Tired of not being perfect.
Tired of hiding out of sight.
Tired of being bad.
Tired of trying to be good.
Tired of trying to be
The best parent I could.
Tired of always working.
Tired of being awake.
I’m so tired…
Can’t I breathe for heavens sake?
Tired of all the names.
Tired of all the gossip.
Tired of always crying
And left with a hiccup.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of holding it all.
For I think without me,
The whole world is going to fall.
I’m tired of giving up.
I’m tired of letting go.
I’m tired of being weak.
I’m tired of being sad. So,
Tonight I’m going to sleep,
And tomorrow start anew.
And hope to change to
Being happy instead of blue.