Musings, Rants and Entertaining Babble

I think today there was a bit of a breakthrough for me and my boy.
After dinner, my husband gave him the assignment of sweeping out his room, something he has never done before.
It took him forever. He was distracted, frustrated, and he just couldn't finish.
After an hour, it still wasn't done. He's frustrated, I'm frustrated, Jason's at his limit. He's yelling at him to get it together and just sweep! The boy's crying, my husband's DONE with this.
I get an idea. I go in, hold him and get his attention.
He cries he doesn't know what to do. You see, on top of ADHD, he's got this thing called "Executive Order Dysfunction". So, the instructions you'd normally give someone just aren't enough.
After 2 or 3 bouts of comfort, we finally get to the point.
He didn't know how.
So, I said "okay. Then let's make a list. To help figure out what comes first."
Wrote down the instructions he had and realized there were steps missing. Yes, you sweep out the corner but FIRST, you have to move the furniture away and pick up items off the floor BEFORE sweeping. THEN, bringing all of the dust into one pile, etc. and so on.
By the time it was over, he was so excited that he'd figured it out and he could do it himself. No anxiety, no tears, and the place was actually clean.
I think we can build on this.

Somewhere along the way...
I stopped dancing.
Then, I stopped writing.
At some point then, I just... stopped.
Stopped a lot of things.
But, I haven't stopped looking for work.
Well, not really.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place: Giving Benji my attention for the best summer ever, or getting work to help pay the bills. This is... difficult, and things I used to be able to count on are... lost to me now.

How do I get back into writing? Doing it constantly, consistently? How do I carve out time to dance for myself?

Oy.

So, I've just been looking at my friends page.
Looks pretty damn skimpy, compared to what used to be.
Regardless, looks like I'm home for the night.
Crazy, stressful news coming left & right these days.
I feel as though I should be drinking right now.

Time to put on some big girl panties, I guess.
Yeah, I'm being vague. And, what?

How's everybody doing?

I've been away a long damn time.
I haven't written in an age.
A lot has happened over the summer.
I've been in a weird sort of turmoil and state of limbo for months.
And, I've recently been posed with the possibility of some really, really lousy news.
But, as much as I want to crawl in a hole and cry...
I ain't going out like that.

So now, I must write.
I swore I would never abandon LiveJournal and yet, I did.
So many things left unfinished.

But, I. will. do.

It starts now.

Over the unscheduled break, we introduced Benji to "The Princess Bride."
The next night, he asked to watch it again.
This afternoon, I was treated to the moment every mother dreams of.
The first time you hear your child say,
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Tell me I'm not raising him right.

Okay, first, I have to get this out.
Re: The Grammys.
Dear Nicki Minaj,
There is a difference between showmanship and spectacle.
Janet Jackson, ADELE, Paul McCartney, etc. - showmanship.
That hot mess of a Lady Gaga/Exorcist rip-off you did last week? Spectacle and not in the good way.
I remain unimpressed by you.

Chris Brown? no. I am sorry, no.
You don't deserve the Grammy. You don't deserve to be a success. Do you have a right to work? Yes.
Do you have a right to be on my tv? Not really.
I wasn't a fan before your crazy. I'm not about to help support your ass now.
The idiot women who declared he could "beat them up anytime?" I don't have enough time to deal with their stupid. You are all collectively a disappointment to womanhood as a whole. Seriously.

*exhale*
There. Finally!! SO glad to get that out.

Okay, my head's about to explode.

I am seriously wanting to find this man.
To challenge his supposed facts.
To directly ask how he can correlate a horrific tragedy to an adoption issue.
And then beat him to a pulp!!
How exactly did this case about an alleged "pillar of the community" become an example of why same-sex couples should not be allowed to be adopt or host foster children?

I'm asking.
Last I checked, Sandusky was a married man with children and grandchildren, who used his charitable organization to gain access to young boys for molestation and rape.
Tell me, American Family Association, what does the case of this festering boil have to do with Mark and Steve wanting to adopt a baby that otherwise would have spent their lives going through the system?! How did this terrifying situation prove that gay couples shouldn't have the right to adopt?
HOW?!
I want answers.
And before you say gay couples are more likely to abuse their children, I need you to remember the poster boy you're using to prove your point worked his whole life to never be associated with anything alternative.
He was "normal."
Just like he was normal.
Just like he was charitable.
I don't know how long he plans to latch onto this theory, but when it blows up in his face, I really want to be there.
To proceed with the aforementioned beatdown.

So, this ad right here is for a hair salon in Edmonton.
No, seriously. They decided the best way to get people talking about their salon is by posting ads that exhibit a sign of domestic violence as "chic."

I'm sorry, what?

Well, the talking part is definitely happening. I'm talking about it now.
So, I'm going to need any and all Canadians to let these putzes know that spreading this message is unacceptable, plain and simple.
Fluid Salon in Edmonton does not deserve women coming into their salon, spending their money.
This makes me nuts.

Store owner Sarah Cameron said the point of the ads was to spark controversy, but they were never meant to target or attack anyone.

“It might strike a chord, but as the way our society and community is getting, we keep tailoring everything because everyone is getting so sensitive,” said Cameron.

Oh. The problem is not that you're posting an ad that seems to glamorize and sexualize ABUSE.
The problem is we're being too sensitive and automatically connecting your "edgy" marketing with domestic violence.

Well, on behalf of all us overly sensitive, whiny crackpots, may I say, "I'm sorry."

And by "I'm sorry," I mean, ahem...
"Suck on it, you ignorant ass!
Are you that obsessed with Mad Men that you thought this misguided series of photos somehow would be "revolutionary"? Your biggest clientele (I'm guessing) is women. When anyone who's seen the ad makes the immediate connection to violence in the home that is expected to be overlooked because the attacker comes bearing gifts (like say, the diamond necklace the man in the picture is holding) and you don't, what does that say about you?"

We may be sensitive, but I'll take that over this crap equalling more dollars for you. Under NO circumstances should you profit from this 'ish.

One commenter on their Facebook page, actually wrote, “hottest battered woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon ... .”

And you seriously don't see anything wrong with that?!?

Okay, my whining aside, let me ask you this, Ms. Cameron: What exactly was your intention?
If glamorizing domestic violence wasn't the goal, the intended reaction, then what was? I'm dying to know.

Being a woman does not give you a pass on this one. In fact, you should know better than your male counterparts in this situation.

You should know better, Sarah Cameron.

You have managed to knock Michele Bachmann off of her assured seat on the DA throne this week in one fell swoop.
This kind of "10 pounds of stupid" is typical for politicians. You brought a whole new level to this game.

Congratulations. You're a Bachmann-level dumbass.
People work for years to get there, but you clearly have raw talent.

I really think the tri-state area just stood up as one and went, "whatdafuckwazzat?"
Yeah, I'll elaborate on my freaking out later.

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Okay, so until about a month ago, I'd never heard of this guy Tucker Max.
Seriously, never heard of him.
Then I happened to catch a glimpse of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell the movie based on his stories from his first book. His NY Times bestseller book.

The man is an author, screenwriter and professional Asshole.
No. Really. It probably says so on his business card.
His philosophy of life is basically, he does, says and screws whatever he wants, without consequence or remorse.
I think I've mentioned before how I detest people who get rewarded for their bad behavior.
This guy's is a walking monument to everything about that concept I can't stand.
He says and does jerky things, but he makes it an interesting story. A story he can regale people with, while guys are wishing they could do what he does, without that pesky conscience thing interrupting.

And women... I'm sorry, women have no excuse.
Why would you touch this petri dish of...
Guh. I can't even think of the proper word. He's disgusting!
Should I ever encounter this man, I want a toilet seat cover, a 40 oz. of Purell and a HAZMAT suit on stand by!
This bothers me. Of all the jerks in the world, why is this faulty condom walking around, enjoying the good life? I don't get it.
There is no love in this man. He's a borderline sociopath. No regard for other people and HE HAS A BESTSELLER!
He has MERCHANDISING!!
And now that he's famous, he's probably got even more women lining up to be his next anecdote in an homage to the Asshole way of life.

I'm sickened by this! Is there no true comeuppance for this man?! That moment of clarity?
I've read a couple of the stories and while he has a style of writing that draws one in, I don't find him funny.
One or twice, I found a story where he does, in fact, get a kick in the ass from karma, which I applaud. But this does NOTHING to dissuade him from maybe, I don't know, being less of a jerk.
And why would it? Because being a jerk now pays his bills. It gives him the fame any writer craves and the credentials, too.
It's as if the rules have completely flipped. Want to be famous? Be a total Ass! Have no discernible talent, skill, or work ethic and make more than any of your educated, socially adjusted friends could dream of!

Is there anyone who can explain the appeal to me? Seriously. As a guy, I kind of get it. Dude's a walking id.
Impulses normal men suppress, he revels in and lives to tell the tale. But women. What is the attraction?
Tell me. Seriously, tell me. I'm at a loss.
SMH