Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
"Men are just happier"
Men Are Just happier people
NICKNAMES
· If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.
...
· If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, D!ckhead and Sh!t for Brains.
EATING OUT
· When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
· When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
· A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
· A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
BATHROOMS
· A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
· The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
ARGUMENTS
· A woman has the last word in any argument.
· Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
FUTURE
· A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
· A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
SUCCESS
· A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
· A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
MARRIAGE
· A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
· A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
DRESSING UP
· A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
· A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
· Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
· Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
· Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
· A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!
NICKNAMES
· If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.
...
· If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, D!ckhead and Sh!t for Brains.
EATING OUT
· When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
· When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
· A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
· A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
BATHROOMS
· A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
· The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
ARGUMENTS
· A woman has the last word in any argument.
· Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
FUTURE
· A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
· A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
SUCCESS
· A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
· A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
MARRIAGE
· A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
· A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
DRESSING UP
· A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
· A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
· Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
· Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
· Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
· A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Life as Drea: Down with DOMA
Life as Drea: Down with DOMA: "I grew up in a working class family. My mother was a cosmetologist, and my father a machinist at a local plant. My mother was raised Roman..."
Down with DOMA
I grew up in a working class family. My mother was a cosmetologist, and my father a machinist at a local plant. My mother was raised Roman Catholic, so my brothers and I were also baptized into the faith. We even attended Catholic School for our entire grade school process. I got programed all day about my religion and the bible. After school, I would go to work with my mom at the beauty shop because I loved being around her co-workers and customers. I was a nosey kid! One of my mom's best friends and co-workers was a gay man. I never knew what exactly it was about him that was different. I just knew that he was fun. I had not heard the word gay used as a slur until I was in grade school. I remember asking my mother what it meant, and she said "it is when a man loves another man...like my friend "Mario" (this name has been changed)". I remember thinking it was funny, but I did not understand the big deal. I really did not understand the mechanics either which is a whole other conversation in and of itself!
Throughout my life, I gravitated towards my lovely homosexuals. I was quite the hag starting in high school, but I was raised Catholic. I was always torn over whether or not I was doing something wrong by associating myself. Being Catholic, for me, came with an enormous amount of guilt and paranoia. It was not the religion for me. I did not decide that until I was an adult. I met two of my best friends when I was in my twenties. They are the most amazing people that I have encountered in life. I know that I can count on them for anything. They have shared milestones in my adult life, and they are homosexual. Although they are no longer together, they remain my friends because it we sweet sweet love when we met. After months of getting to know these people, I knew without doubt in my heart that my God could not possibly hate these two people. They are no different than me. They do not love differently. We hurt the same, bleed the same, love the same, and die the same. They are spiritually my brothers along with many others that I have become friends with over the years.
The changing point for me was going to my first Pride Parade. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was like Candy Land. It was glorious! Until I walked towards the end of the parade with a few friends and we found the protesters. I had never been so shocked and offended in my entire lives. I grew up with people like this, and I could not imagine shouting the hatred they were shouting. I thought of my friends, and I found myself in a full on shout fest. I waved my rainbow flags and screamed that they would burn in hell first as loud as I could. Of course I went to their level! It was fun!
I could never imagine anyone treating my friends like that just because they are being who God intended them to be. They are just trying to live their lives. Many years have gone by since my eyes opened, and I am always quite vocal over my beliefs. The world is changing, and there are more people openly protesting for equality for GLBT's. The new problem is people are afraid of change. Today President Obama "instructed the Justice Department to no longer defend the Constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act" (CBSNews) People are coming forward with their hatred more than ever, but there are just as many if not more of my GLBT loving family in support. No human being should be condemned for the way that they were born. Being GLBT is not a choice it is preordained at birth. This is what I believe with all my heart, and I know without doubt my God agrees.
Throughout my life, I gravitated towards my lovely homosexuals. I was quite the hag starting in high school, but I was raised Catholic. I was always torn over whether or not I was doing something wrong by associating myself. Being Catholic, for me, came with an enormous amount of guilt and paranoia. It was not the religion for me. I did not decide that until I was an adult. I met two of my best friends when I was in my twenties. They are the most amazing people that I have encountered in life. I know that I can count on them for anything. They have shared milestones in my adult life, and they are homosexual. Although they are no longer together, they remain my friends because it we sweet sweet love when we met. After months of getting to know these people, I knew without doubt in my heart that my God could not possibly hate these two people. They are no different than me. They do not love differently. We hurt the same, bleed the same, love the same, and die the same. They are spiritually my brothers along with many others that I have become friends with over the years.
The changing point for me was going to my first Pride Parade. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was like Candy Land. It was glorious! Until I walked towards the end of the parade with a few friends and we found the protesters. I had never been so shocked and offended in my entire lives. I grew up with people like this, and I could not imagine shouting the hatred they were shouting. I thought of my friends, and I found myself in a full on shout fest. I waved my rainbow flags and screamed that they would burn in hell first as loud as I could. Of course I went to their level! It was fun!
I could never imagine anyone treating my friends like that just because they are being who God intended them to be. They are just trying to live their lives. Many years have gone by since my eyes opened, and I am always quite vocal over my beliefs. The world is changing, and there are more people openly protesting for equality for GLBT's. The new problem is people are afraid of change. Today President Obama "instructed the Justice Department to no longer defend the Constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act" (CBSNews) People are coming forward with their hatred more than ever, but there are just as many if not more of my GLBT loving family in support. No human being should be condemned for the way that they were born. Being GLBT is not a choice it is preordained at birth. This is what I believe with all my heart, and I know without doubt my God agrees.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
"I don't want to have a baby!"
My daughter who is just 6 years old is sick with a stomach flu. She is up later tonight than she normally is, and we are in bed watching something on Lifetime called "One born every minute". She is getting into it, and she is starting to ask questions. "Mommy are they going to cut her open to get the baby out?" she asks in fear. "Some of them might. Others do it differently" I laugh. "How do you get it out without cutting your tummy?" she asks again. "It's magic" I say to get her quiet. Meanwhile, a woman is on the screen having a serious labor with failed epidurals, and I start to have flashbacks. I cover my eyes and cringe thinking about the pain this woman is enduring. My daughter says, "does it hurt that bad?" I said, "yes baby it does". She asks me with bright eyes, "as bad as a shot?" I said "oh sweetie it's more like if your skin was falling off your body" LOL She begins crying, "I don't want to have a baby! I don't Mommy! God is gonna give me one, and I don't want one mama!" I can't help but laugh. I put my arms around her and tell her, "you don't have to have a baby if you don't want to baby" I finally managed to stop laughing and comfort her. She quieted down but occasionally I could hear her saying to herself quietly, "never ever never" as she fell fast asleep.
I am perfectly content with her knowing childbirth equal a pain like no other. LOL
xoxo
Drea
I am perfectly content with her knowing childbirth equal a pain like no other. LOL
xoxo
Drea
I have to do it myself?
Being a "grown up" can absolutely suck sometimes. My husband and I recently moved into our new home. It is really a beautiful home, and we have enjoyed it here. The thing that I am finding hard to deal with is the new responsibilities of a having a home. Not to mention this new thing called a budget! OMG the sacrifices have been brutal. I think I started to dwell on what I had to give up versus what I gained. The young spoiled child inside of my head was throwing a full on tantrum yesterday over waxing. I realized that I have not owned a pair of tweezers for over 10 years because I have always paid to get them done. It is these little things that I miss the most. The ability to go and get my eyebrows waxed. I never thought of it as a luxury. I just categorized it under "necessary monthly upkeep" which includes my hair, any new outfit I might need if something should come up, and shoes. How completely spoiled am I?
Gone are the days of buying designer handbags. Manicures, Pedicures, and waxing have become "DIY's". I went to my mother for sympathy, and she laughed at me because I am finally realizing I have turned into the type of woman I always said I would not be. Dear God! I am a "high maintenance bitch"!
Forgive the delayed reaction and enlightenment. I am not one to remember things, and anyone who truly knows me can vouch for that too! My wonderful husband is a believer of "happy wife, happy life". He knew what he was dealing with when he married me. I did not suddenly become this monster as an adult! Thanks Mom & Dad!
My mother loves that I am on this journey of realization. My daughter (that she always prayed that I would have) is my duplicate. Except she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, she is faster, better, stronger...she is Drea 2.O She will avenge my mother for all the bad I did as a child. I think I just felt a hair actually turn gray. I love my children. I find myself having to choose between my "upkeep" or entertainment for the kids. I always get my children what they need without doubt. I have just forgotten how to "DIY" with my "upkeep", and I want to be able to bitch about it like a child for a while!
Today I will go get my eyebrows waxed one last time until I can truly afford it again. I do not want to mess up the line, so I just want to be able to do upkeep and follow their line. I am not a complete idiot. I know how to do my own eyebrows. It has just been a long time, and I hate that whole over plucked thing allot of women have going on. I am going to enjoy myself to the fullest and appreciate the pain in a new way.
All of this superficial bullshit would normally not phase me quite as much, but it has been brought to my attention that I have stopped taking care of myself. Never by my beautiful husband because he knows too well. One of my aunts (my family does not know how to speak any way but bluntly) and some random woman having a bad day. One insult, I would brush off my shoulder, but two in one day? I went straight home to look in the mirror. My hair is a complete mess and in obvious need of a cut and color. My beastly eyebrows across my pale face, and to top it all off my workout wear. WOW.
I have really let myself go, and I do not want my daughter to pick up my habits.
My child is so beautiful, and she is at the age where she speaks without thought just brutal honesty. She was looking through our wedding photo album. She came across a picture of me in my wedding dress. She was so excited. Her face lit up with a huge smile, and she quickly shouts, "Mommy you were so beautiful! You look like a princess!" It pierced my heart, but I smiled and said "thank you baby" because I did not want her to think she had hurt my feelings. To have all these situations culminate yesterday was pure hell. I did my sulking all night. I have decided enough is enough. I am tired of feeling this way. I am an intelligent woman, and I realize the way that I have been living my life is not helpful in making me lead a healthy life. I have slowly dedicated myself to getting back to "normal". My normal is back in good health as I was prior to pregnancies. I am feeling better just by changing my diet just a little. I am feeling better not that I have added more activity in my life for exercise and hitting the elliptical. It is therapeutic. I find myself lost in deep meditation until I start to feel pain in my knees that can possibly be injury. I want to be able to jump on my elliptical for at least a couple of hours a day. It will take me a long time to get to an hour, but I am publicly challenging myself for motivation. The sexy bitch my husband fell in love with is inside of me waiting to come out, and a confident mother that my children need will come alive.
Gone are the days of buying designer handbags. Manicures, Pedicures, and waxing have become "DIY's". I went to my mother for sympathy, and she laughed at me because I am finally realizing I have turned into the type of woman I always said I would not be. Dear God! I am a "high maintenance bitch"!
Forgive the delayed reaction and enlightenment. I am not one to remember things, and anyone who truly knows me can vouch for that too! My wonderful husband is a believer of "happy wife, happy life". He knew what he was dealing with when he married me. I did not suddenly become this monster as an adult! Thanks Mom & Dad!
My mother loves that I am on this journey of realization. My daughter (that she always prayed that I would have) is my duplicate. Except she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, she is faster, better, stronger...she is Drea 2.O She will avenge my mother for all the bad I did as a child. I think I just felt a hair actually turn gray. I love my children. I find myself having to choose between my "upkeep" or entertainment for the kids. I always get my children what they need without doubt. I have just forgotten how to "DIY" with my "upkeep", and I want to be able to bitch about it like a child for a while!
Today I will go get my eyebrows waxed one last time until I can truly afford it again. I do not want to mess up the line, so I just want to be able to do upkeep and follow their line. I am not a complete idiot. I know how to do my own eyebrows. It has just been a long time, and I hate that whole over plucked thing allot of women have going on. I am going to enjoy myself to the fullest and appreciate the pain in a new way.
All of this superficial bullshit would normally not phase me quite as much, but it has been brought to my attention that I have stopped taking care of myself. Never by my beautiful husband because he knows too well. One of my aunts (my family does not know how to speak any way but bluntly) and some random woman having a bad day. One insult, I would brush off my shoulder, but two in one day? I went straight home to look in the mirror. My hair is a complete mess and in obvious need of a cut and color. My beastly eyebrows across my pale face, and to top it all off my workout wear. WOW.
I have really let myself go, and I do not want my daughter to pick up my habits.
My child is so beautiful, and she is at the age where she speaks without thought just brutal honesty. She was looking through our wedding photo album. She came across a picture of me in my wedding dress. She was so excited. Her face lit up with a huge smile, and she quickly shouts, "Mommy you were so beautiful! You look like a princess!" It pierced my heart, but I smiled and said "thank you baby" because I did not want her to think she had hurt my feelings. To have all these situations culminate yesterday was pure hell. I did my sulking all night. I have decided enough is enough. I am tired of feeling this way. I am an intelligent woman, and I realize the way that I have been living my life is not helpful in making me lead a healthy life. I have slowly dedicated myself to getting back to "normal". My normal is back in good health as I was prior to pregnancies. I am feeling better just by changing my diet just a little. I am feeling better not that I have added more activity in my life for exercise and hitting the elliptical. It is therapeutic. I find myself lost in deep meditation until I start to feel pain in my knees that can possibly be injury. I want to be able to jump on my elliptical for at least a couple of hours a day. It will take me a long time to get to an hour, but I am publicly challenging myself for motivation. The sexy bitch my husband fell in love with is inside of me waiting to come out, and a confident mother that my children need will come alive.
Starting Over
I reached a point in my life where I need a new start. I have been on a personal journey of growth over the last year, and I have learned a great deal about myself. It has changed my writing process, and the way I react to different situations that arise in life. This new blog page will reflect those changes. I want to share my life in a new way. I am a writer at heart.
I have been writing since I was able to pick up a pencil. It is in my blood, and it is a very personal process for me. I will share pieces that I have working on and anything new. I tend to not write when I am depressed. I miss the creativity. I hope to help myself awaken from this dense cloud by committing to this page. I am stepping out of the shade and into the sun. Hopefully my words will catch your attention in some way.
xoxo
Drea
I have been writing since I was able to pick up a pencil. It is in my blood, and it is a very personal process for me. I will share pieces that I have working on and anything new. I tend to not write when I am depressed. I miss the creativity. I hope to help myself awaken from this dense cloud by committing to this page. I am stepping out of the shade and into the sun. Hopefully my words will catch your attention in some way.
xoxo
Drea
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