http://www.ustream.tv/decoraheagles
Also, there was an owl in the office today, so I had my picture taken with it. It's been really cool to hear the owls hooting and calling to one another these past few weeks. Glad to see one close!
| One Hand | The Other |
| a.k.a. the pros | a.k.a. the cons |
| Having seen the humans that have reproduced, I feel compelled to provide at least one decent human being for the future. This is not arrogance, it is the reality of things | Having seen the quantity of human beings on this planet, we need no more, I have strict moral/ethic beliefs in any couple having 2 kids, one to replace each adult...seems no one follows my logic |
| I think my patience would run low very quickly | |
| I can suffer from severe depression, I worry one day it will go too far, my children would be motherless; what if it were one of my children that found me??; what if my children thought I didn't love them; what if they thought I was weak?? | |
| I think I would be good with kids | If my depression is hereditary, I do not want to pass it along. I never, and mean fucking never want someone to suffer from this. It hurts in ways I can't explain. |
| Apple picking would be more fun that it already is! | Postpartum Depression...could kill myself, the child, or both. |
| Screaming kids make me want to smack them, and people can't just go around smacking their kids these days! |
I relate...
Pretty much feels like all of my social interactions...
Dad...
I fucking love my shoes...
It's never enough, probably never will be...
I want to go, why won't you all let me go... (oh wait, the water)
I have nightmares about green water, and I laughed at this...
I wish this was true...
Rarely is it the thought that counts...
I laughed at this...
I have a shield around my heart for this very reason...
You have to go with your first thought...always like your first answer on a test...
1. Stimulated or energized.
2.Mind totally blown from excessive use of an upper.
Christine: I’m trying to remind myself that hunger is a good thing . . . burn that fat!
Steph: I love it! You are though, your body is all “eff you jerk, you won’t feed me, I’m goin’ internal B!”
Christine: I don’t think my body has a potty mouth . . . maybe yours does, but not mine!
Steph: Mine does! Except all bad words are shortened to F, and B, etc. And Jerkwad is often thrown around internally! My new one is F#*%stockings! Got it from a book!
Christine: You can and this to your “twisted” list.
This is one of those instances where knowing me helps make sense of the oddities you might read about me. I've learned to accept my idiosyncratic self as is and to try and make do with the tools I've been given. One of those idiosyncratic tools is the art of throwing heavy objects to release frustration. We all know someone who does, or wants to do this. I like to call these people the "stompers". You know who I'm talking about; your friend or family member that doesn't get his or her way and stomps wildly in a tantrum! Had they a heavy object to throw, they could very well be aiming at your head!
So, I have a brilliant [or so I think] idea! A food pantry could set up a "throwing booth" where "stompers" such as myself could come, pay a dollar, bring a can, and hurl it as hard as possible at some cushioned backdrop! It serves three very valid purposes! One is the obvious release of frustration by said "stomper". Two is the donation of canned goods. Three, the food pantry also gets a monetary donation. So, tell me how this is a bad idea?
I do not lay down every night and pretend I'm hanging out in a coffin.
Sometimes when I lay down at night smitten with an inane bout of insomnia, I go through thousands of thoughts. And when I lay just right with my hands folded this way or that, I start to think that I must look like I'm laying in a coffin, which leads to thinking about dead bodies and what it might feel like to be in the coffin with that frilly white pillow puffed up around my decaying corpse painted and modeled just so for everyone to see, and stuck that way for eternity. When I say "I like to lay in bed and position myself in various "coffin positions" to see what would seem a best way to rest forever"; I don't mean to make it sound like I have the time of my life and that I would even do this often, because that is not the case; but in terms of major bouts of insomnia, it is just one of those odd and perhaps twisted things that I do. I also honestly believe everyone does this, or has done this at least once in his or her life (especially children after first seeing a loved one in a coffin). If not, you will now!
A blog that goes where I go ... because my mind is all over the place!