men

multiples

i’m having multiple thoughts this morning…  a plethora of thoughts, if you will…  so bear with me.

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i just deleted an entire post that i had written.  anyone ever done that before?  anyone?  bueller?

this does not happen often.  if i get writing and don’t know where it’s quite going or i’m just not diggin it, i’ll at least save it as a draft and just not publish at that particular moment in time.

i’m not one who deletes.  i’m not one who forgets either.

this morning, i chose to delete… and don’t you all just wish you knew what i wrote about… *snort*

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in other news, when i choose not to delete posts, when i publish half-way decent shit, when things get-a-rockin, people come-a-knockin…  (ok, i know that was entirely lame, but i had to say it.)

i’m so stoked about a new gig that i’ve been asked to contribute to…  susan is in the process of launching sex and the mom dot com and i’ve come on board to WRITE ABOUT SEX.

“YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

i’m excited about this, but also kinda freaked out… and susan admitted the same (thanks hun.)

sometimes i get thinking about it and i’m all “ohhhhh this is goina be soooo fun!!!” and other times i think to myself, the only man i’ve ever slept with is my baby daddy, what the hell do i have to contribute?!?!”

*go ahead and “awww” yourself away and think about how sweet it is that paul and i are each other’s one and only.*

(sorry to out us, my love.  you’re a total stud.)

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jackson’s godparents, billy and rachel have been at the forefront of my mind this week.  their precious twins, micah and malorie have become quite popular as some my faithful readers have lifted up this family in your thoughts, prayers, and support.

thank you so very much for loving who we love!

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i submitted a fave post to a killer website this week and it was published this morning.  WOOT to all the ladies at Aiming Low dot com and thanks for posting one of my finer moments i’ve had as a parent…  you can find it here.

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if you’ll take note at the top link bar of my website, on the far right hand side you will see “wine of the week” has been officially moved to its own page.  my baby is growin up!!!

wine of the week” has become quite popular (i wonder why…) and now that i’ve crossed the bridge into the beer territory, my dude readers consider me to be slightly more legit.  yay for that.

i’m always down for submissions in that department.  feel free to shoot me an email with a recommendation.  if it’s good stuff, i’ll drink it…  if it’s not good stuff… oh hell, i’ll still drink it.  (but then i’ll write about how it sucked.)

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wrapping things up, i’m hoping this weekend is quiet, calm, and does not cause my mind to have multiple thoughts all at once, piling on top of one another, fighting to get to the tippity top of my priority list.

the multitude of shtuff i have going on right now is taking a physical toll on my 28 year old body.

yesterday i threw my back out.

(go ahead and laugh, it’s ok.  i laugh about it too, but it makes my back hurt worse.)

i guess carrying the 22 lb (thankyouverymuch) magoo, his diaper bag, plus 5 eco-friendly grocery sacks (haha, i just said “sack”) up three flights of stairs was not a smart move.

when will i start learning to not take on multiple things all at the same time?

oh well, like i said, hopefully this weekend will be quiet, calm, and full of bottles of wine and pain pills and icy-hot and back massages…  (wait, i did say that earlier, right?)


conversations in the shower

the following conversation took place in our bathroom this morning.  i was blow-drying my hair, paul was in the shower…

me: so i’m thinking of doing this week’s “wine of the week” as a beer cuz of the yummy dessert beer we had the other night.

paul: uh huh… (tone is entirely uninterested in what i have to say)

me: but i feel like i’m betraying my own kind, ya know, going from wine to beer…

paul: well, not really because your site is “My Bottle’s Up!” but you don’t specify which bottle. (tone sounds slightly more interested cuz now we’re talking his territory…  BEER.)

me: yeah, but this would be in my “wine of the week” section, like the sidebar, with all the other wines i’ve posted about.  i just feel bad, ya know?

paul: there is beer that is called wine…  seriously, it’s called “barley wine” and it’s a type of beer.

i stop my hair-dryer, roll my eyes dramatically at him since he can’t see me through the shower curtain and think to myself “ok smart-ass.”

me: ok, so how about we do this instead…  i’ll just write a post about the yummy dessert beer.  you can write it with me.  it’ll be fun.

paul: it’s not “yummy dessert beer,” it’s “stone imperial russian stout.”

(as if i should know this, like been taught it when i was taught my times tables in 3rd grade.)

paul: for the record, good beer is not something you buy in a case, or has the word “light” in it.

me: uh…  ok, so about the post…

paul: i’ll have to do my research and we can work on it while we drink the stone imperial russian stout tonight.

me: that works.

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so take a looksie to the right, scroll on down, and check out this week’s “wine” of the week…

wordless wednesday (sort of)

 

 

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women are the stronger sex

fact.  and male readers out there, i don’t write this because i’m a man-hating feminist (though i am a feminist).  i write this because it’s true.  

my blog.  my post.  my truth.  ya don’t like it, don’t read it.

this truth is becoming more and more apparent to me by the minute.  literally, the minute.  i see men unable to multi-task, make decisions, take care of their health, take care of their families… and then i see women carting babies, toddlers and groceries up three flights of stairs while on their cell phone, hosting a conference call.  i see men who are unwilling to fight for what they want…  because they don’t know what they want.  and i see women fighting to the death for what matters to them because they see it, they know it, and they go after it.  i see men sitting on couches.  i see women running towards the goal line.  i see men going through the motions.  i see women creating motion.  
and in defense to those men who have shown me they are true MEN, hats off to you.  i’m not speaking to you directly.  but i am speaking to the ones who aren’t living up to the title of being “a man.”  and for that, you other MEN should be telling the boys to buck the fuck up.  

(sorry mom and dad, i know i shouldn’t drop the f-bomb, but it fits at the moment).

which brings me back to my original point that women are the stronger sex.  we support one another.  we disagree with one another.  we engage with one another.  we share with one another.  good, bad, ugly… it’s all out there with women.  
and i see men hiding right now.  i see men cowering for whatever reason, for a multitude of reasons… and i see weakness in those men.
for centuries women have worked, fought, birthed, raised, created, trusted, built, loved, lost, supported, disagreed, lived, both happily and unhappily…
when you birth a child, you are still a woman.  in fact, you are (in my opinion) even more of a woman because your body has fulfilled its purpose in creating, housing, and birthing another life.  you don’t just become a mom… you become a new kind of woman.  a woman with a new role to take on and conquer… 

while continuing to do everything we were doing before we birthed said child.

i know some amazing MEN out there.  i really do.  and i applaud them because they humble themselves while still owning their manhood.  and that’s desirable, attractive, hot.  ownership with humility is hot.
and women… i write this to us because i’m just in the mood to lift us up and honor all that we do.  all of it.  
what we do, and what we want to do, and what we just can’t get done because there aren’t enough hours in the day.  
we are the stronger sex because we fight.  we fight for ourselves, we fight for each other, we fight for our children.

who’s fighting for us?

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