So isn't the internet awesome?! My favorite part of the internet is that it knows literally everything. And you can't hide a damn thing, well nothing you put on the internet anyway. So, there's this girl...isn't that how all the best stories start?! Anyway, she and I were internet friendly and often had online conversations. We were both members of a couple groups on the internet. There was one group that remained secret, non-existent, a "Fight Club" of sorts. It was a place that members could say anything they wanted to say about anyone. Those places pretty much don't exist anywhere anymore...Well, the girl was removed from the group because she couldn't keep her trap shut. I'm pretty sure she was rather pissed because she wanted to be a part of something "cool." The group was absolutely cool. At any rate, this girl decided to call me out on another forum...Classless and rude were the words she used to describe me. I mean, I guess you could say that I can be rude...or that I'm just honest. ALL.THE.TIME. Some people don't like that. I've been told so many lies in my lifetime that I'd rather someone be blunt and honest than lie to me.
Whatever happened, though, I never publicly called this girl out. I never uttered her name. To me, it was the "classy" thing to do, you know, not publicly scold her or tell everyone what a complete joke she is, what a two-faced bitch she is. She subsequently blocked me on Facebook. I really don't care, although I'm not sure exactly why. I wasn't any kind of threat to her, nor was I harassing her or otherwise poking at her. A few days later, I figured out how to use Pinterest (yay, me!)...I started pinning the cool things that you see on some of my other entries, and magically, said chick decides to follow me on Pinterest. Funny, right? What's that all about?! You block me on Facebook, but you definitely want to follow my awesomeness on Pinterest? So I asked if people thought it was weird...and magically, she unblocks me on Facebook. Curious little cat, isn't she?
It got ugly when there was a post on a group that slandered one of my friends...and ME. Literally, she spelled out our first and last names and completely slandered us. She said that I had created a group that bashed other women from the other groups. She said that I was two-faced and that she name-dropped so that others would know about me and wouldn't be subject to the same fate that she was. She said that she "quickly left" once she "realized what it was" and that my friend and I were "the main bashers," whatever that means. I asked her to kindly not repeat my name again, and she got defensive and told me she was going to block me again. I told her that I wasn't sure why she ever UNblocked me...
So this leads me to a couple of things. First, it's all about loyalty. I've said it before, and I will continue to repeat it until I am dead and gone. I am loyal to my true friends. If you show me loyalty, you're damn right that I will reciprocate and take a fucking bullet for you. I'm that loyal. But listen, if you fuck me over, you best find a good hiding spot. I don't take kindly to people who fuck me over. I especially have no respect for liars. And I have plenty of people watching my back. How many people are watching yours? The last thing I am is two-faced. Anyone who actually takes the time to get to know me knows that. My friends know I will be the first to tell them they look fat in that dress, that their boyfriend is a worthless piece of shit, and that they need a new haircut. Whatever it is, I'm honest.
Here's the second thing: you know those people who say "I hate drama," "I don't need the drama," etc.? They're fucking liars. Everyone likes drama. Everyone. Women like drama, they like mindless gossip, they like criticizing each other, and they like to bitch about their husbands (no matter how awesome they really are). Why else do people watch television or read books or celebrity gossip magazines? Why is reality tv so damn popular? If everything was without conflict, life would be a boring ass waste of time with nothing to learn. Now, listen, you may not like to create drama perhaps, but own your shit. We all enjoy a little drama. It's fun. It makes life interesting. So those people who say they aren't about the drama...those are the ones you better watch. They are probably talking shit about you right this moment. Those who admit they enjoy a little drama, you can bet your ass they'll tell you when you look fat in something...and those are the friends I want in my life.
Here's to the haters...
Monday, April 2, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Boozey Spring Break & Summer Fave: Margarita Float
Start your Spring Break off right with a Margarita float! I told my girls one day that I was sippin' on one, and they were quite intrigued! Apparently, this is quite a novel idea, so I hope you all enjoy! It could become your go-to summer bev.
Lime sherbet (3 scoops)
1.5 oz tequila of your choice
1 oz Triple sec
Equal parts of your favorite non-alcoholic margarita mix & bubbly bev of your choice.
I used Lime seltzer, but you can make it more boozey by using champagne, or you can also use 7up, etc.
**BONUS**
This recipe can also be modified to use as a Margarita punch for parties!
Semi-Homemade Raspberry Chocolate Chip Cupcakes
These are my Raspberry Chocolate Chip Cupcakes
You'll need:
1 box white cake mix (& required ingredients)
1 packet Raspberry Jello
1-1.5 cups mini chocolate chips
Frosting of your choice
To make:
Follow the directions to prepare the cake mix, adding in the Jello packet with the dry ingredients. Add the chocolate chips to the batter once it's nice and smooth, and pour into your baking cups. Bake as directed. I pipe the frosting on and actually make my own buttercream frosting, which is super simple as well. You don't have to do that, though. You can use whatever frosting you'd like. If you choose a vanilla buttercream, you can add a few drops of red food coloring to make it pink -OR- You can use a chocolate frosting and garnish with a fresh raspberry :-)
Happy baking!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Burn It Down
So I am a big believer in the whole thing about how people come into our lives for specific purposes. I'm also a big believer in the idea that some people come into our lives for an allotted time period, and then for whatever reason, they exit. I am a believer in friendship, and loyalty, and basically all that is well and good in the world. And finally, I'm a big believer in bridges. And burning them when enough is enough, and that bridge just isn't getting me from point A to point B.
I've decided to burn a bridge after much thought and consideration. This bridge is one that I really hoped I'd never burn, and it's certainly one I never expected to need to burn. This family brought so much into my life that it's difficult to imagine where I'd be without having met them. That brings me back to the whole thing about people coming into our lives for a purpose, though. I asked myself over and over again whether I should walk away or keep repairing the cracks...and it turns out there are too many damn cracks in the relationship, not to mention that it seems pretty one-sided. It worked out great for them, of course, because I tend to be a giver. So I was constantly offering to help out, attending events, giving gifts, offering to babysit (free of charge, of course), inviting them to parties, etc. And I am totally cool with all of that, except that nothing was reciprocated. In fact, they offered to babysit for Mark and me one weekend and then cancelled on us a couple hours before we were supposed to go out!
The last straw was the garage sale. They usually add things to our sale each year, and I happily sell them and give them whatever money their things sell for...They've never once offered to help with the sale. Last year they brought over an entire TRUCK load of crap and 2 tables, which I had asked to use for my own things. This year, they decided to put several large items in the sale: a washer & dryer, a dishwasher, power wheel and a cook top. Well, I sold the washer and the power wheel...Today, nearly a month after the sale, I get a voicemail saying that they are about 10 minutes from my house and will be stopping by to pick up the money. REALLY?! You have got to be kidding me, right? It's FATHER'S DAY. It's lunch time, and BOTH of my girls are napping. It's a MONTH later, and how about asking if there is anything that didn't sell that I'd like you to HAUL AWAY?! This, to me, is unbelievably inconsiderate. What is wrong with them?! I was so pissed that I had Mark put the UPS sign on our door (for when the girls are sleeping so he doesn't knock or ring the bell) with an envelope with their money in it taped to the door. After they picked it up, I received a text message that said, "thanks." Nothing more.
So, I'm burning the bridge. I'm done. And I have an opening for a true friend, one who's willing to be as much of a giver as I am.
Til next time...
I've decided to burn a bridge after much thought and consideration. This bridge is one that I really hoped I'd never burn, and it's certainly one I never expected to need to burn. This family brought so much into my life that it's difficult to imagine where I'd be without having met them. That brings me back to the whole thing about people coming into our lives for a purpose, though. I asked myself over and over again whether I should walk away or keep repairing the cracks...and it turns out there are too many damn cracks in the relationship, not to mention that it seems pretty one-sided. It worked out great for them, of course, because I tend to be a giver. So I was constantly offering to help out, attending events, giving gifts, offering to babysit (free of charge, of course), inviting them to parties, etc. And I am totally cool with all of that, except that nothing was reciprocated. In fact, they offered to babysit for Mark and me one weekend and then cancelled on us a couple hours before we were supposed to go out!
The last straw was the garage sale. They usually add things to our sale each year, and I happily sell them and give them whatever money their things sell for...They've never once offered to help with the sale. Last year they brought over an entire TRUCK load of crap and 2 tables, which I had asked to use for my own things. This year, they decided to put several large items in the sale: a washer & dryer, a dishwasher, power wheel and a cook top. Well, I sold the washer and the power wheel...Today, nearly a month after the sale, I get a voicemail saying that they are about 10 minutes from my house and will be stopping by to pick up the money. REALLY?! You have got to be kidding me, right? It's FATHER'S DAY. It's lunch time, and BOTH of my girls are napping. It's a MONTH later, and how about asking if there is anything that didn't sell that I'd like you to HAUL AWAY?! This, to me, is unbelievably inconsiderate. What is wrong with them?! I was so pissed that I had Mark put the UPS sign on our door (for when the girls are sleeping so he doesn't knock or ring the bell) with an envelope with their money in it taped to the door. After they picked it up, I received a text message that said, "thanks." Nothing more.
So, I'm burning the bridge. I'm done. And I have an opening for a true friend, one who's willing to be as much of a giver as I am.
Til next time...
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Are Those [Mom] Jeans?!
So I was thinking...I had a discussion with one of my girlfriends today about fashion. Yes, I talk about fashion. I'm into a lot of things, and though I may not dress upper east side NYC, I might know a thing or two. Or maybe not, but who cares?! It's my blog, and I can write what I want.
So here's the deal. Once you become a mom, you have to start acting like one, or at least you should anyway. And really, that includes how one dresses. So, being that I am a somewhat young mom, I feel like there is some kind of disconnect between what people my age might wear...and what moms my age might wear. And for that matter...what moms not my age are wearing.
I feel like I should dress in a way that won't embarrass my children in any way. It doesn't even matter that one doesn't speak and the other can't enunciate. They both have feelings. And eyes, for that matter. I just remember my mom wearing the most embarrassing things when I was a kid and just wishing I could crawl in a hole and die every single time she wore the hot pink elastic belt (honestly, what is the point of this?!) with the gaudy flower printed poodle skirt. I can still picture this outfit, friends. It's that bad. I never want to do that to my girls. In fact, I'd rather they not remember anything I wore. That means I blended in with the other parents and looked normal...well, except for the inappropriately dressed parents. My girls can laugh at them and feel bad for their children.
I went to a high school fundraiser a few months back, and I couldn't believe what some of these people were wearing. Let me first say that I agonized over what to wear to this shindig because I am a mom, and I wanted to dress appropriately. I wanted to look mom-like, not old, and not like a disco ball in heels or anything. Disco ball in heels was my 25th birthday party, not high school athletics fundraiser. So, I spent a good 2 hours in Target trying to find just the right thing. I eventually settled on a top that was figure-flattering, no cleavage, not too tight, with a long tank underneath and black leggings. I went with flats for shoes because I thought heels would be over the top. This looked great! Promise. Anyway, I am positive that there had to be some kids that were thanking their lucky stars that they weren't going to this event with their parents...I swear, one lady was wearing a bedazzled turquoise lycra/spandex single-shoulder tank top, a white mini skirt and heels. Another lady was the disco ball, in a completely sequined tank dress and 6 inch wedge sandals (maybe she was channeling Lady Gaga?)...
They were everywhere: mid-life crises that is. I had to shrug off the men in the Hawaiian shirts because the theme of the night was a beach party (I was unaware of this until I arrived). The point is that I would have placed some of these people at a club downtown (not even downtown INDY, more like LA or something), rather than a high school fundraiser. It was just weird.
And my husband asked me the other day if the jeans that come in even sizes, rather than odd sizes are the "mom jeans." The subject came up as we were discussing my girls' night over the weekend. I told him that the jeans were sized in odd sizes (juniors), which don't fit those of us ladies who have had kids. So, I said that I didn't want to get them because they didn't fit me quite right. And he said, "Oh, so you have to buy those 'mom jeans' now?" He sounded completely let down and disappointed, like I just told a little kid we weren't getting a puppy for Christmas because Santa is broke or something. I just about died. It was hilarious. So I asked him what he meant...and he explained that mom jeans are the ones that come up past your belly button and make your butt look flat.
I about peed myself. I told him that I already have some jeans that I would consider mom jeans but aren't exactly his version of them. They just fit me better because they're misses (even sizes) instead of juniors. Yes, they come up a little higher. Why? Because us moms are constantly bending over to pick shit up that our kids drop or to pick our kids up. If I wore low rise jeans now, my ass would be permanently hanging out of them. No, my mom jeans don't make my butt look flat. In fact, they make it look damn good! But see, we're getting back to the point of this matter, which is that moms really need to think before they dress themselves in the morning (or afternoon, whenever we end up getting dressed). We need to make sure we aren't embarrassing our children or ourselves.
Til next time...
So here's the deal. Once you become a mom, you have to start acting like one, or at least you should anyway. And really, that includes how one dresses. So, being that I am a somewhat young mom, I feel like there is some kind of disconnect between what people my age might wear...and what moms my age might wear. And for that matter...what moms not my age are wearing.
I feel like I should dress in a way that won't embarrass my children in any way. It doesn't even matter that one doesn't speak and the other can't enunciate. They both have feelings. And eyes, for that matter. I just remember my mom wearing the most embarrassing things when I was a kid and just wishing I could crawl in a hole and die every single time she wore the hot pink elastic belt (honestly, what is the point of this?!) with the gaudy flower printed poodle skirt. I can still picture this outfit, friends. It's that bad. I never want to do that to my girls. In fact, I'd rather they not remember anything I wore. That means I blended in with the other parents and looked normal...well, except for the inappropriately dressed parents. My girls can laugh at them and feel bad for their children.
I went to a high school fundraiser a few months back, and I couldn't believe what some of these people were wearing. Let me first say that I agonized over what to wear to this shindig because I am a mom, and I wanted to dress appropriately. I wanted to look mom-like, not old, and not like a disco ball in heels or anything. Disco ball in heels was my 25th birthday party, not high school athletics fundraiser. So, I spent a good 2 hours in Target trying to find just the right thing. I eventually settled on a top that was figure-flattering, no cleavage, not too tight, with a long tank underneath and black leggings. I went with flats for shoes because I thought heels would be over the top. This looked great! Promise. Anyway, I am positive that there had to be some kids that were thanking their lucky stars that they weren't going to this event with their parents...I swear, one lady was wearing a bedazzled turquoise lycra/spandex single-shoulder tank top, a white mini skirt and heels. Another lady was the disco ball, in a completely sequined tank dress and 6 inch wedge sandals (maybe she was channeling Lady Gaga?)...
And my husband asked me the other day if the jeans that come in even sizes, rather than odd sizes are the "mom jeans." The subject came up as we were discussing my girls' night over the weekend. I told him that the jeans were sized in odd sizes (juniors), which don't fit those of us ladies who have had kids. So, I said that I didn't want to get them because they didn't fit me quite right. And he said, "Oh, so you have to buy those 'mom jeans' now?" He sounded completely let down and disappointed, like I just told a little kid we weren't getting a puppy for Christmas because Santa is broke or something. I just about died. It was hilarious. So I asked him what he meant...and he explained that mom jeans are the ones that come up past your belly button and make your butt look flat.
Til next time...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
}*{ Baby Magic }*{
A little while back, I posted about Mommy Magic...It's so funny that babies reciprocate that magic when we need it the very most, isn't it? I've been having a rough time over the past few days, but there are these moments each day that make everything okay. It's moments like these...
The uncontrollable laughter of my toddler...the love between sisters...those silly things that only babies can do...When my toddler holds me tight, for no reason at all and says, "love you, mommy"...the soft sigh of my baby as she falls to sleep...Those are the moments that bring me back. Those are the moments when I realize that no matter how bad I feel, there are 2 little ladies that will love me, no matter what my faults (or how many). There are 2 little ones who need me to smile and giggle with them. My babies have the same magic that they see in me! And though I may fall backward multiple times a day, they also bring me so much joy, that if I zero in on those moments, I just know I'm going to be fine...no, not fine...happy.
Til next time...
Til next time...
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