what’s REALLY on my mind
… the state of the world, as we know it, is freaking me out. a few weeks ago, i ate breakfast at a counter next to a man who liked the book i was reading and struck up a conversation with me. he mentioned reading a study that mentioned that last month alone, the national debt was so huge that it was as though every single family in the united states was $650 in debt. EACH FAMILY. do you know how many families are in america right now? how overpopulated we are? (asks the woman with a vagina-fetus in her belly.)
… why won’t my son take a dump in the toilet? we have tried EVERYTHING and he still prefers to shit his pants. it’s mind boggling. should he continue this shitty business in 2012, he will not be attending full-day school, AND HE MUST GO TO SCHOOL BECAUSE OMG I’LL DIE.
… really? you celebrated the official end of the iraq war yesterday? i don’t even know what to say about that except please don’t knock on my door come march when my husband is deployed… again.
… i’m kinda pissed that ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’ is all americanized and redone. the books were FANTASTIC, in my opinion, and the original swedish films were genuine adaptations of the books. sure, not everyone enjoys subtitles in movies, but now we’ve gone and americanized this story which means EXPLOSIONS! STUNTS! CRAZY SHIT! and color me disappointed.
… really? you want to ask me why i would choose to have a baby, knowing that my husband will be deployed for the birth? stay tuned. i’ll lay it all out for you in a piece i’m working on. (hint: it has something to do with BECAUSE WE WANT ANOTHER BABY.)
… what is up with former president’s daughters being news reporters and journalists? the bush daughter is a today show correspondent, and a few nights ago, i saw chelsea clinton conducting an interview for i dunno abc/nbc one of the c’s. do they list “president’s daughter” on their resume? i just don’t understand.
… sandusky showered with kids in order to teach them basic hygiene? you expect people to believe that? how about the few of you who are justifying the actions of this man just go ahead and call it what it is… it is rape. stop insulting the survivors and making excuses for someone who is not worthy of excuses.
… we’re done with traveling for the holidays. this will be our last year of going ‘home’ to atlanta for christmas, and we couldn’t be happier about it. because really, while it’s lovely to have both sets of family in the same city, it’s a ping-pong match on crack. and as of 2012, we will officially out number our families with family members of little people. we’ve gone home to atlanta for the holidays since paul and i started dating in 1999, it’s REALLY time to be done.
… yesterday it was 81 degrees in jacksonville. 81. this morning, jackson went to school in shorts and while i love that we’re back in florida, i worry about our planet burning up. seriously? 81 degrees? even north florida has been known to get a wee bit frosty in december. does this mean that next christmas will be even hotter? because pretty soon, we’re all going to have loin cloths in our closets, and nothing else.
… really? a baby seal showed up on your couch? WHERE’S MINE?!?!
when bloggers actually have souls
WARNING: this is when i get really angry, nay… disgusted with people. feel free to close your browser now.
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i received an email yesterday from a woman, offering money in return for placing her ad as a link in one of my previously written posts.
i get a lot of these. all bloggers do. and typically i just delete them and move on. this email, however, struck me as odd because she referenced the post in which she wanted to place her ad.
she specifically requested this post i had written back in february. i’ll let you take a minute to read the post to understand why my curiosity was peaked when learning that someone wanted to place an ad link in that particular post.
odd, no? who requests and ad link be placed in a post like that?
so, i wrote her back and simply asked for specific details.
this was her response…
The link would be to www.types-of-nurses.com/forensic-nursing
And we’d like it on this post http://www.mybottlesup.com/2011/02/create-the-mold-of-a-rape-victim/
All you would have to do is edit the second paragraph to read: “..i’ve sat with them in emergency rooms while a forensic nurse collected evidence, and i’ve sat with them in SARC…”
Then make the words “forensic nurse” link to our site
And that’s it. As soon as the link is in place we can immediately pay you via PayPal. Let me know if you are interested and if we can work something out. Thanks!
to say i was flabbergasted does not even touch it. i was astounded. disgusted. enraged. i was hurt and disappointed.
i told paul about the brief email exchange i had with this woman, and as he shook his head in disbelief, i let my anger out. i said nasty things, cursed humanity, and told paul where i would like to see this woman go. i was so mad that i cried. i got up off the couch, went to the bathroom, and cried.
how dare she! how dare anyone! what is wrong with people?!?!
but i made sure to write her back first…
Dear __________,
No. There is no amount of money anyone could PayPal me to place ads for forensic nursing programs in my posts regarding rape and sexual assault.
Nic
i know just as well as the next person does that the blog world can get ugly sometimes. i know that there are bloggers deemed as “sell outs” for accepting money for posts, ads, etc. ya know what though? i also know that people need to make a damn living. bloggers need to put food on the table just as much as anyone else does.
have i “sold out” and accepted payment for posts? sure. will i continue to? possibly. if the opportunity is the right opportunity.
and yeah, there are times when i cringe at certain offers, the inner starving artist inside of me yelling DON’T GIVE IN TO THE MAN!!!
but there are times when i feel overjoyed and grateful for opportunities (paid and unpaid) that are offered to me as a blogger.
what you won’t see me do is accept any form of payment for placing an ad link in a post i have written about rape and sexual assault.
isn’t the subject taboo enough? isn’t there enough controversy surrounding abuse, rape, and sex crimes? what do you think offering bloggers money for ad links in rape-related posts will do? get you more clicks? traffic to your site? no. it won’t. all it will do is make the association between consumerism and sexual abuse.
use that money that you were going to paypal me and give it to a sexual assault response center. donate it to the Joyful Heart Foundation and work to end the backlog on rape kits.
don’t offer that money to someone who wrote a post months ago in the hopes of being heard and making a change. that’s just insulting, and makes you look like an asshole.
LOOKIN’ GOOD JACKSONVILLE
HOLY SHIT, IS THIS A BLOG POST?!?!? LIKE, A REAL ONE?!?!? ONE THAT DOESN’T JUST CONSIST OF CUTE PICS OF MY KID TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE LACK OF CONTENT?!?!? I BELIEVE IT IS!!!
so i just spent the last hour and 15 minutes watching the old woman who runs the local laundromat. her name is ms. sharon and she looked as though she needed a hug, and a meal that did not come out of a vending machine.
one of the washing machines was leaking, and little old ms. sharon came over to investigate and then proceeded to beat the shit out of it until it started to work again.
no, i’m not kidding. not even a little bit.
to my left was ms. sharon kicking a washing machine’s ass in her knee socks and slippers, and to my right was a cross dresser who rocked an afro like i have never seen before.
it’s magical here, y’all. straight up magical.
i was at a laundromat because we are currently lacking our washer and dryer as well as the rest of our belongings. as it turns out, though we are in our lovely new home, our shit is still on a truck… that has to make 2 stops before reuniting with us.
and thus, a chunk of my afternoon today was spent at the laundromat.
but we’re here! we’re back in good ol’ j’ville and it feels like we never really left, except for the fact that when we left here to go to maryland, jackson was 9 months old and he is now nearly 3 1/2. aside from that little tidbit, TOTALLY feels like we never left.
went to my new vagina doctor today, who is splendid and has a way with a speculum. (i’m just sayin… ladies, you know when an ob/obgyn knows how to work a speculum. YOU CAN’T FEEL IT. that is key. if any doctors or doctors-in-training are reading this blog, work on developing that skill. your patients will thank you AND MEAN IT.)
the jelly bean is good. i’m rockin’ a solid 9 week old bump that closely resembles the bump i had when i was 4 months pregnant with jackson. really, i just look like i have a large food baby. pics to come once i retrieve my camera gear as well as some underpants.
i got to drink the amazing orange sugar delight of a beverage that you’re given when you take your glucose test TODAY. and yes, i get to do it again between 18-20 weeks. why did i get to do it today? because i’m special, that’s why! since paul and i make rather big humans, they wanted to check my sugar levels at this stage in the pregnancy. i dunno… i just do as i’m told.
so, what have we learned so far today? glucose beverages are yucky. i’m carrying a food baby consisting of pizza subs, ben and jerry’s, and a few gallons of milk. we’re in our new house that lacks everything except for air mattresses and fold-out chairs and suitcases.
oh!!! and i’ve been babbling… so if you’re wondering about the status of my boobs, click here. if you want to tell me about how you broke the “i’m pregnant” news to your kid(s), click here. if you have ideas on how i can create a room that jackson and the jelly bean will be sharing, click here. and, if you think you’re the only pregnant person who checks the toilet paper every time you wipe, click here. you’ll feel better.
oh, and here’s a cute pic of jackson to distract you. he’s welcoming you all to our house… just don’t come now. we have no furniture. or food. or anything really.
8723023836432994 times a day
but why can’t i watch sponge bob?
but why don’t you eat breffast?
but why i can’t have juice?
but why i have to take a baff?
but why do i go potty in a pull-up?
but why you have big boobs?
but why is red a bad dog?
but why can’t i sit in front?
but why clean up toys?
but why is dad at work?
but why i can have ice cream treats?
but why i can have MORE ice cream treats?
but why you take a shower?
but why moms smell?
but why do the bugs buzz loud?
but why i can’t drive?
but why i haffoo nap?
but why you don’t jump with me?
but why i can’t climb there?
but why dad is sweaty?
but why mickey mouse clubhouse isn’t on?
but why it’s not winter yet?
but why you can’t get me lollipops?
but why moms and dads watch the news?
but why i’m not bigger?
but why i can’t go on diving board?
but why mom has scratchy legs?
but why i can’t get red’s poops?
(ok that last one, i’ll totally let him do as soon as he can maneuver the plastic bag.)
wherein i piss myself at anderson cooper’s report on piss-capades
dear internet, who needs stories about lingerie being sold for little girls when you have the fantastically wonderful giggles of anderson cooper to keep you company?
never mind the fact that anderson cooper is attempting to report on the tinkle-on-the-plane episode of gerard depardieu. because that’s just hysterical in and of itself.
behold the makings of a wonderful day, and thank you anderson cooper. your giggles complete me.
Have a Sip
