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The Few, the Proud, the Many?

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It’s 4:23 am, another sleepless night.  I just finished watching  “Sister Wives.” Now I don’t know a whole lot about anything, but day-um! Those ladies are leading one drama-filled life.  Watching that show made me feel a tiny bit better about my own train wreck of a life.  Ha!  Those four wives are crazier than hell to be married to that dude.   He reeks of “self-centered-to-the-extreme.”

I can barely contain jealous feelings which at times have come up for me over my man’s ex partner(s).  How would I ever survive living in some sort commune-compound with 3 other sister wives to share a husband?  Oh Hell no!!!

There was so much drama on this show it was painful to watch.   All these wives saying that they are best friends with each other and between them there are 18 children.  It was all so bizarre.

The pimp, I mean husband Kody, seems like a real a$$hat.    Three out of the four  of the wives Janelle, Robyn, and Christine are excluding the last wife Meri from their brand of fun and Reindeer games.   I felt so bad for Meri.   I found myself wanting to talk to the TV and yell,” Run Meri!”  “You’re the only one who realizes this is screwed up!”

Now I’m not sure why polygamy isn’t legal in other states? It must have to do with something in the Bible. Why is it that  certain parts of the LDS Church are cool with polygamy? Is it for the husband to maximize the potential for assets like acquisition of land? labor? If so, why would women be down to freely enter into such an arrangement? What benefits are they getting? Do those benefits outweigh the emotional BS they have to put up with like knowing their husband is in the next house making another woman squeal?  No one can tell me that these women can be okay with sharing their husband; sexually or otherwise.

I’m trying hard not to judge this lifestyle because I do not understand and/or get it. It just seems to me like legitimized infidelity to me, for the husband.

I mean, there are tons of husbands in  America who take on numerous mistresses behind their wives back because they have chosen to be unfaithful to their marital vows.  However, most of them are not flaunting it in their wives face to cause undue emotional harm. Not that it makes it okay.  It most certainly does NOT.  But ahem, I’m scratching my head about why these women want to sign up to be part of a harem? WTF?

What do you think about polygamy or open marriages?  Do you think the people who are in them are truly happy?

 

 


Purpose of the Altar — The Devotion Cafe’

1 Kings 8:54 says, When Solomon had finished praying this entire prayer and supplication to the LORD, he arose from before the altar of the LORD, from kneeling on his knees with his hands spread toward heaven. If I asked you to tell me in your own words what does the word Altar means to […]

via Purpose of the Altar — The Devotion Cafe’

I reblogged this because it made a big impact on me.  What an amazing concept of bringing the alter right into one’s present moment!  Bringing Christ into the now and not keeping Him in some lofty spiritual place where He cannot be reached.  I would love to be able to practice this.  I could totally relate to having promised to lift someone in prayer but then forgot. Amazing post!!! Two thumbs up, way up! 


I’m giving Country Music a Second Chance

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In the Aether

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Thunder erupts in this living room shaking the walls, sliding furniture, rattling my bones.

covering my ears will never deafen the sound,

it doesn’t matter because I refuse to listen anymore

I am gone, yet I remain, lost in the mire.

Mom, can you hear me?

you’ve been gone almost a year

but I really need you now more than ever

you are somewhere in the aether, where celestial bodies lie.  that’s what they say anyway.

Mom, can you see me?

did you know I only see things in monochrome.  a sort of veil slipped over the world and has refused to depart.  leaving my lens a gray washed canvas.

I don’t dream anymore.

I feel dead sometimes.

Mom, do you still love me?

do you remember before you died how we made that pact, you know that one that time in your bathroom.  between just you and I.

maybe you couldn’t keep your end?

maybe I just wasn’t worth it.

Mom, if your listening, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I will love you forever.

 

 


Beauty’s only skin deep

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Lizzie is beautiful, too bad society is superficial.


Pearls of Wisdom

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“In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.

-Loren Eiseley


IRL☘️

Ireland beats the All Blacks

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Ireland beat the All Blacks 40-29 in Chicago to claim their first win against New Zealand since their first clash in 1905.

 


Public Apology to dragos1229

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Some time ago, around mid July , I was perusing the blogs and I came across a blog:  thestoryline.co.uk

The blogger had posed a question to  readers asking why he thought his blog had been banned several times.

I did a very cursory look at the content, less than 5 minutes and wrote to the blog authors contact page privately to tell him what I thought:

”Firstly, You don’t have the balls to let readers leave a comment. That’s fucked up. So I guess that makes you somewhat of a stalker that you get to comment on others blogs but not let anyone comment on your own. Secondly the content of your blog sucks. For example,  you wrote about the night you spent with a hooker and another high-end escort you brought home to your folks. Big deal. Do you know how many “I fucked a hooker blogs” are out there that say that, but are actually in interesting read? Thirdly, it is clear as day that you are misogynistic. So what, all us women should be clamoring to read your words wielding shit about us neatly hidden (or not) behind saccharine pleasantries. So we should be grateful you let the hooker stay with you overnight instead of paying her and letting her go home.  She was probably counting the minutes to get the hell away from you. If you’re such a great fucking guy why the need for a whore? Get a relationship. Real men don’t need to pay. So yeah, unless you want to bunch of blokes reading your blog, try little harder. Hide your vitriol towards women a little better, or just openly admit you fucking hate women. Just because you have a fat wallet and a fat cock doesn’t make you Ernest Hemingway.

It was only after I sent it I realized I shouldn’t have.   Often times we don’t think about how words impact others.  Normally,  I do.  Normally I am careful with people’s feelings, I am very empathic.  The multitude of personal and relationship issues I had been going through made me lose my own basic courtesy.  The deaths of two parents 3 months apart, losing my son to a year long treatment center, a slow steady disintegration of my diet of my present relationship with daily verbal abuse were among the stressors.

There is still no excuse to displace aggression on another.  There is no excuse treat anyone with disrespect, either publicly or privately.   I would like to extend a public apology to him for my words.   Also to the blogging community at large.   It marked a personal low for me. I feel ashamed of my actions and wish I could go back in time and have simply said nothing.

Dragos1229, I am very sorry for my actions.  None of what I said had any basis in truth, it was more representative of grief and my own mental state.

 


Porn

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The mere mention of the word in certain circles is enough to stir a heated debate among some.   Hey,  it’s right up there next to fornication.

It objectifies women.   It’s addictive.   And the latest is that it’s a gateway behavior.   The last one is really the best one, you know.  ‘Cause gosh so many of my friends who have watched porn over the years are now either working in the sex and porn industry don’t cha know.

It always starts out so innocent with watching online videos, then progresses to a threesome, followed by a pole-dancing job at a strip club, and ends up with a job at Studio 20 working livestream camming…………Not.

Seriously though, while I do believe that it can be a gateway behavior for some, I believe the comparison is the same as alcoholism.  Some people have a proclivity to develop an addiction to porn.   There is a direct correlation with the amount of porn usage and the susceptibility to porn addiction and that’s what the data doesn’t say.

There is also a double standard.   If a man is caught with porn, bloody hell, he best be ready to do hand-to-hand combat with his partner and should hire a damn good defense attorney because he’ll be sleeping anywhere but their bed.   If a woman is caught watching some porn, she’s a spicy catch.   It’s like winning the lotto.  Something is wrong with the way our society views gender roles and sexuality.

If a man likes and has a lot of sex he’s considered a stud.  If  a woman likes and has a lot of sex she’s considered a whore.  What?!!!!!

Sexuality has always been taboo here in the U.S. ever since the Puritans stepped off the boat in 1630.   The fact is there is nothing wrong with our bodies.  They are the greatest instrument we will ever own.

Whatever your opinion is on porn, one thing is for sure, this 97 billion dollar industry isn’t going away any time soon.  I for one am glad about this fact, because on occasion,  I enjoy watching some porn.

#LoveMyself

 

 

 

 


What a crock

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I was grocery shopping today.  I thought to myself, “I’m going to attempt something of a culinary feat.… I am going to cook a meal.”  I thought more, “other than American chop suey.”

So quick-as-a-jiffy I whipped out my iPhone and Googled “how to make beef stew in a Crock pot.”  Figuring it pretty much cooks itself in there anyway.

Recipes danced across the page.  I hit on the “easy” one.  I gathered up all the ingredients until I got to the beef part.  I headed over to the butcher who asked if he could help me.

“Yes, I need some beef for beef stew.”

“Thats over in the beef section on the right.”

Rather embarrassed, I leaned in and told him, “my mom was a bit of a domestic genius, she could could sew, quilt, bake, and cook like no one’s business.  It seems though, that gene passed me over.”

I paused, “ But I have other skills.” and then I winked at him.

He stared back at me blankly.  Then he fetched some Choice top round beef,  cut it , and packaged it for me.  I got home and realized I probably forgot to buy the most important thing in the recipe,  the crock pot.

Being partnered with the ex-narchole sex addict years ago had one advantage. I ended up with some mad skills.

That said, it’s never too late to learn.  I hope to cook a stew worthy of my mom’s approval.   If they have a Crock pot cook-off in heaven, she would definitely win.

#noshame

 

 


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