Are we NOT any further than this??

This week I received a very emotional email from a very very dear friend.
She's hurting on a deep down level I can't even reach her at.
The cause of this pain? Her convictions. Her beliefs. Who she is.
And we make her pay for it. Or rather society does, specifically the male gender.
Back in my day it wasn't expected for us to 'put out'. Hell, they were happy if
they scored some kisses and a few gropes.
No I didn't grow up in the stone ages, BUT I did grow up in a simpler time.
To watch today's society, I am grateful for that time period. But  I am so angry and disgusted at the male population of today.
It's all about getting laid. Period.

I am sick of seeing the women I care about pay for their strengths.
My daughter, who doesn't 'put out',isn't a size sub zero and has a child pays... dearly
My dear dear friend who is questioning what she believes in pays...painfully
My other dear friend that was slapped a crappy deal and who's child is a preteen pays...every time.

What point have we reached when our chances at a date depends on being a subzero sized childless easy lay?? Haven't we come further than this?? How dare you delegate us to this level.
Who are YOU to make her question herself, or find her unsatisfactory for not reaching your cheap shallow standards?
Who are YOU?
I'll tell you who YOU are. In a few years YOU will be that middle aged balding, stressed out unhappy middle of nowhere/minimum wage idiot that looks like a fool driving that little secondhand 15 year old sports car. And your life will be as shallow as that puddle you just drove over.

My girls? They'll be living a full happy life with the few good men that are out there. I might not be able to convince them of that now, (it's hard cutting through that layer of hurt and disillusionment you're solely responsible for.) but I know this because I used to be that girl who paid dearly for her beliefs. I married one of those few good men AND I know where you are today, jerk.

It's Okay!

 

 

 

It's Okay!

 

...to think uber nasty thoughts at the dumb ass that wouldn't let me ahead of her in Costco's Sunday mid afternoon lineups. I wouldn't want to push ahead of her OVERFLOWING cart with my TWO items, thanks for giving me ample time to people watch.

 

...to mourn your fingernails. They're gone. Packing a house isn't condusive to having long fingernails. Suck it up, Buttercup. sigh

 

...to want a big honkin' steel bumper on your food cart. I wouldn't hit and run either, I'd look you straight in the face as I drive you and your buggy the other side of the store. Where I'm not.

...to miss stuff crust pizza. With beer. Screw the veggies.

...to go organic, I applaud you. But your snotty & holier than thou attitude isn't. You didn't have to near knock us on our asses because we were pondering the purchase. Breath

...to have a Blackberry or iPhone, they are entertaining. But folks? It's really ok to ignore it when you are in the middle of a conversation. Your message or email or Fb or Twitter status update will STILL be there waiting for you at the end of it.

 

...to crave a smoke at times, even after 17 years of quitting. Stand beside someone smoking and inhale deeply. It'll work on the first 2 inhales, you'll choke blue on the 3rd. And when someone invents a smoke that doesn't harm you , it'll be okay to knock even the Queen on her ass to be first in line to get one. :-)

 

...to have an easy sense of humor. I envy the fact you can laugh at dorkiest things. But don't worry if you don't comprehend a sarcastic nature, we are set apart and labeled a different breed. 

...to dance like no one's watching, I'm ignoring you and busting a move at the same time. Talented aren't I? I just can't embarrass the girls anymore with it. Crap.

 

So...what are you Okay with?

Books Books Books

Are there any readers out there? You know who you are, you know what you are like. Books are entertaining. They take you through peaks and valleys of emotions, allow you to live another life for a while. The books you buy, you take care of. As a rule, right? Right.

Ok, so.. if you know me you know how important my books are to me. I don't collect many, 4 authors in all I think. But they have an extensive list so I have quite a bit.
I don't freely hand/lend them out. I did once and they were ALL returned plus a little gift included in the return. ( She was so appreciative she gave me a lovely gift certificate to Chapters. Lovely lovely lady )

Last year, I lent out an entire series of books by one author to someone I had known for many years. I figured this person respected me enough to take care of them. Right? Wrong. Again, damn it. To top it off I had a devil of a time getting them back, I was just glad when I did. I tucked the box into the back of the closet and promptly forgot about them. 
Till now.
I've had to pack up all the books for the upcoming move. ( hopefully this will be the last time for a while and I can get a library unit to shelve them? hint hint my handsome hubby ;-)  )
I separated the authors into three boxes and went through the series of the ones I had lent out. Dunno why, just had a feeling.
Four of them missing, six duplicates :-(  WTF?!!  I was choked but yet once AGAIN, my fault, my bad. I should of known better. But I worked very hard at collecting them all. Minimum wage, long hours and sacrifices at the book store. Thanks.So.Much. At the time I knew of one book that had been destroyed but I'd been reassured it was replaced. Ok fine, great. No problem. Um problem.. it wasn't replaced, it was among the missing.

As a rule I don't borrow things, the above being a fine example why. But you may be SURE the few times I do, I borrow because I HAVE to and for a VERY short amount of time. I worry too much about damaging or losing the borrowed item.

I hunted down the missing titles in the book stores, bought them AGAIN and that, my friends, is the LAST time I will lend them out.
The six duplicates? It was my initial reaction to trash them but I am a lover of books and couldn't bring myself to throw them away. I gave them to my daughter, she'll exchange them in a used bookstore for something she hasn't read yet.
:-)

and the beat goes on...

March's Open Letters

Dear Organic Dark Chocolate
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. :-)
In your dark delicious debt,
Chocoholic Chickie


Dear Wallet,
Can you find a money I.V. to feed you? I've been in the mood to open you up and empty you. Go ahead, shake the money tree, then come back..we'll shop talk.
Waiting,
Wallet Wench 


Dear Jeep,
Go WASH yourself already. Do you know how dirty you are? You outta be ashamed of yourself prancing around like that. Find an ounce of pride will you.
Disgusted,
Your Navigator


Dear Dog,
Much like the Jeep, I have NO idea how you stand yourself. Why oh friggen WHY do you roll in unidentifiable stuff? Have you no shame? Can't you stay clean for more than a day on end? Go wash yourself already, you look funny and you smell. Bad.
Holding my nose,
Your human 'Mom'.


Dear Sleep,
Why, hello :-) Where have you been the last two years? I've missed you. It's awfully nice of you to visit me the last three nights in a row. In the future, don't be such a stranger.
Sleep Sated(for now),
Siesta Sistah.


Dear Hubby,
It's not a good idea to surpass my given line on the wine glass when you pour. I know you do it for shits and giggles but as you recently found out, crankiness sets in if I've had too much. And what is too much? A hair close to the halfway mark. What did you pour? Over half. By two hairs. You had to put up with me till I went to sleep. And I made sure I stayed up LONGER than usual. :-)
signed,
Your lighweight lush of a wife.


Dear Lil Boo,
Don't grow up so fast please? Your mother and Auntie Bella pulled that on me not to long ago and I'm still not all that happy about it. Let's stop time for a bit, shall we? We'll  run, we'll play, we'll take every moment, stretch it out to it's limit, and then slow it down a little bit more.
Not likin' the time tickin',
'Nammie'


Dear New Sunglasses,
Can I tell you HOW much I needed you? Can I tell you how pretty you are?  Can I tell you how much I love hiding behind you? Afterall, people watching is only fun if you don't get caught at it.
Eyes locked and loaded,
Your Grateful Peepers

Dear First Cup of Coffee in the Morning,
Why hello you beautiful thing you. The 'drip drip' of that dark amber liquid is music to my ears. That first sip of your magic elixir brings my body to resemble a being. Phooey on the naysayers anyways, they are seriously missing out.
your loyal devotee,
Jonsin' for Java

It's ALL about the food my friends.

This is why I work out. Period.

The wonder of yeast and flour

Manipulated into any shape you desire 

And I desire this which 

is part of a Frenchman's favorite meal

 Pulled out some ingredients

and came up with this. YUM leftovers for me. ;-)