Skip to main content

Paw Patrol, Mom Shaming (again), Booty Shorts and Wolves

Well guess who fell asleep at 10 pm!  I will give you a hint, it was not me!
Here's to hoping she doesn't turn it in to an hour long nap like the other night.  I have a pretty good feeling I may drop my basket and run screaming through the neighborhood stark naked and scare the neighbors.  Might get a free ambulance ride and some drugs though, so it's all good!  Just kidding, I have to pay my dealer like everyone else!  OK OK, now I'm kidding, I'm too broke for that...but if I wasnt...
So this kid..all she wants to do is watch Paw Patrol, or play with her Paw Patrol figurines or stuffed animals or play in her Paw patrol tent.  They are cute, I totally get it.  But, she has these pajamas, OK...Little boy pajamas, and I don't give a shit if they are boys or girls or what, I am just setting the stage here.  My Threenager Princess has been wearing these freaking red Paw Patrol pajamas for THREE days.  She will not take them off.  I bought her some brand new PP PJ's and she wants nothing to do with them.  I try and take them off and she shrieks.  She wears her snow boots with them. 
She is like an eccentric old lady.  Red flannel Paw Patrol PJ's, a pink pony tail elastic with a HUGE ass pink flower and big ol purple Paw Patrol snow boots on her feet.  What do I do?? One more day and I am afraid she is going to start stinking!

I'm still reeling over this whole Mom shaming thing.  I guess I have more on my plate to worry about than what other people are wearing, what with the Lupus, threenager, other kids, dog, hubby and house to deal with.  Now it's a thing to judge whether or not a person should wear something based on their age.  Well, I'm sorry!  If I feel like wearing a pair of booty shorts at 44, by hell. I am going to wear them!  It's MY ass and YOU don't have to look at it.  
I don't care much for the color yellow but I don't bitch when I see someone wearing it, do I?
People pay way too much attention with what's going on OUTSIDE their homes and not enough attention to what is going on INSIDE it.  
The so called "Nice girls" are so busy "mean girling" everyone that they haven't stopped to realize that is what they are doing and I am talking about grown damn women!
We live in the age of the internet and screen shots where there are NO safe places, and nothing is sacred!  Don't get comfortable in those groups and start venting because your husband didn't walk the dog because some bitch will pop up with screen shots in his in box!
I don't know why it has to be this way.  It's like a free for all.  Sharks that can scent blood in the water and come after you.

I'm older than most of the Mom's in the groups, except the ones that are geared toward moms over (40). Bleh.  Why label it?  When you are a Mom shouldn't that mean that you have reached a level of maturity?  It should, but unfortunately it doesn't mean a damn thing. 

I was doing some reading the other night and I found out that Lupus is the word for WOLF in Latin.  I find this thoroughly interesting because I have always described the pain in my elbows and knees as a "biting" pain, and have even had dreams of being bitten when I've been in severe pain at night, dreamed of being attacked by packs of large dogs.   Coincidence?
I have a hard time believing that...







Popular posts from this blog

Feel the Earth Shake

"Two earth quakes and a kajillion after shocks in 2 days and i didn't feel a damn thing. I guess i should consider myself lucky, but dammit, I could have at least felt a little bitty rumble." blog post started by me on January 8, 2010. I got busy doing something else and logged off. Then we have the Haiti disaster and I feel awful for even thinking that, much less putting the thought out there. I'm bitching about not feeling a itty bitty earth quake and those people are fighting to survive after not only feeling the big one, but losing everything that they own. I am going to say that I am ashamed of myself for whining over choosing to leave things behind when we moved....I have the ability to get new things, and I brought what was important with me, family photos, mementos, antiques, my favorite clothing, gifts from my husband that I would never part with, even the clothes that I burned in.....and my husband and children. I am ashamed of whining abou...

Quiet Saturday Morning....What to do?

Wow!  Shhhhh it's quiet!  I just realized that I would blog more if I had a new keyboard and a comfy chair...what an excuse!  lol So, we sold my son's Jr Dragster last weekend.  It was kind of bittersweet, but he will end up with another one.  He wanted to go to Disneyland with some of the money, so that cheered us all up!  No one can be sad at Mickey's house, and if you can, then you need to be on meds! Of course I had to wear my sparkly ears and my tiara.  Together, they look like 1 piece and everyone asks where I got them...but I don't give away my secret  =)  I get to be the only Princess Minnie there, and that tickles me.  My hubby got on a roller coaster and shocked the daylights out of me.  It wasnt a super skeery one, but he doesn't like drops and dips...but he liked it!  My son talked him in to getting on it, he is too short to ride by himself, and I was fighting a head cold, so I wasnt about to do it. The only dow...

I'm HOW old?

Damn. I woke up one morning, and I wasn't a kid anymore. Funny thing is, I knew I was married and had 2 kids. Hell, I even owned a house and had a cat, a vehicle payment, a job...bills...i knew all of that. Why didnt I get the memo about growing older? I am telling you, that shit just snuck up on me. I never felt it, and I be damned if I saw it....but there it was. In the mirror. Aw, i knew about the grey hairs, who am I kidding. Those don't count. I have been hiding those since I was in my early twenties. Let me clarify. I do NOT feel nearly 36 years old. I barely feel 26. Most days, I don't think i look 30. Well, sometimes when I'm feelin' bad and all sorry for myself, I think oooh poor pitiful Princess, your almost to the bottom of the hill, you may as well join the AARP! Anyway, my husband is only 33. I think he's hot. A lot of my friends think he's hot, and he's a sweet guy...so the age thing tends to get to me once in a while. I...