I’m angry at life…

I know this might upset some people and for that I apologize, but it has to come out. The language here might not be for the faint of heart. This will likely be a long, drawn out, rambling diatribe, but as I don’t have a lot of blog viewers I’m fine with that.

And if you’re not aware, I’ve recently lost my baby boy, Remi, my big fuzzy boy, my mostly perfect ‘little’ standard poodle who was like a big teddy bear. This still hurts a LOT. If you find that to be a silly or ridiculous thing for a person to still be agonizing over weeks later, just delete this link (and me off your Facebook friends if that’s how you came to this) and be done with me. My animals ARE my kids (and they are better behaved than most people’s kids, honestly), and that’s the way it is.

I’m angry. Very, very angry.

I’m angry that we didn’t know something was wrong with Remi before it was ‘too late’. I’m angry with him for not letting us know he wasn’t feeling well. I’m angry at him for not being a stronger dog like Bon that would have been likely able to withstand a lot of pain annoyance and surgery. I’m angry that I was left without the one dog that doesn’t drive me absolutely batshit insane all the time, the one that behaved and didn’t act like a nuisance.

I’m angry that I feel dumb for being so torn up about “just a dog” even though I know he (and the rest) are not “just animals”.

I’m angry at Granny who passed away in 2002 for likely knowing something was wrong with her and not letting anyone know. I’m angry that she just left me and didn’t get to come to our wedding or be there to pick on me for silly things. I’m angry she didn’t get to see us purchase a home. I’m angry that I see people at work her age that make me think of the fact that I don’t have her anymore. I’m angry I hadn’t seen her since the previous year because I lived so far away. I’m angry I didn’t send her the Elvis playing cards I’d bought for her before she passed away.

I’m angry at Uncle Bill for KNOWING something was wrong with him and never letting me know, for never letting me see him one more time where he wasn’t on his death bed, unresponsive. I’m angry I never really got to say goodbye or get to have a hug from him. I’m angry at him for not actually having been my father, even knowing he wouldn’t have been a perfect one. I’m angry I don’t really have anything to remember him by.

I’m angry at Phantom for having been the second important death in my life that I wasn’t prepared for and that gave me no warning or ability to do anything. I’m angry at myself for not seeing something that I feel like I should have noticed (even though there wasn’t anything to notice) until the night before she died. I’m angry she didn’t spend more time with us and for making Remi mourn her for months after she was gone.

I’m angry at the terms “passed away” or “put down” or “put to sleep”.

I’m angry with an ex-“friend” who felt it was ok to call me out in “public” for being rude to him, although it was in response to him being condescending with me. I’m angry that he never said one thing to me that he was upset until he blind sided me with how disrespectful I was to him to EVERYONE else on my website. I’m angry that he got support for this and I got nothing at the time. I’m angry at the words he said to me later when I told him how I felt privately and how I should “have a nice life”.

I’m angry that I have signed cards and given at work for stuff for coworkers, but when something happens to me I get a few hugs, one card from a very dear and loved coworker and some uncomfortable sorrys and that’s it. I’m angry that things have gotten better and that I’ve been more friendly and chatty with folks but I still feel like an outsider in a place where half the people I work with have been there less time than I have.

I’m angry at people that are two sided, that say one thing to me and then something else entirely to someone else.

I’m angry at people who talk about their pets who get to live to be 16 and 18 and older, and I don’t. I’m angry that I feel like I’m doing something wrong and not caring for them well enough.

I’m angry that when I feel angry I can’t actually BE angry, I have to cry like a fucking blubbering idiot and I can’t make myself understood or actually relieve any of my stress.

I’m just angry… and I just don’t know what to do about it….

Has anyone seen Courtesy? Has she finally left us for good?

Driving home from work today I was cut off by someone that waited till the last minute to get off at the exit they needed. He cut me off and the person next to me to get two lanes over onto an exit that is marked for at least a mile (and has been there forever, or at least his forever). Because he almost hit me and I had to slam on my breaks, I also hit my horn hoping he might wake up and realize there were people around him. Instead he slowed down after cutting off the person next to me to give me the finger.

I already knew your IQ buddy, but thanks for the verification.

I should be used to drivers like that, I grew up in NY. I drive through many states every year to go home to visit and Ohio is by far the worst. People in NY often would just as soon run you over as even notice you, and Ohio doesn’t even bother to think about it. Georgia drivers can often rival Ohio, and living on the border of said state I can tell you it’s often easy to tell where someone is from without even looking at the license plate.

Someone should go find Courtesy, she’s sorely missed. At least by some of us.

One of the things I’ve loved about Tennessee are the people, and that has also extended to their driving habits. I’ve seen more people let people out in traffic, wave someone through a stop sign, and generally just smile and be considerate of each other in the last 7 years than I’d seen in my ENTIRE LIFE in NY. Or Houston. It’s been wonderful and I’ve adopted the habits. Is it so very important for me to get to Walmart to buy vacuum bags that I can’t let someone come out of a parking lot when I’m already stopped or am about to stop? Am I in such a hurry to get home an extra minute or two early that I can’t stay stopped for another 30 seconds to let other people go ahead of me? Why are we rushing all over the place to often then just wait in line or sit around doing nothing?

The sad part for me is it’s starting to happen down here, too. People are getting rushed and, thus, rude. And it’s sad. Just so very sad.

I’ve been spoiled by it. When we go to NY to visit, one of my favorite things is to be courteous to people on the road. Yes, part of it is because it tends to freak them out (heh, I’ve got a mischievous side, of course), but also because there’s a part of me hoping it’ll make their day. Maybe they’ve been treated like crap all day by customers and they’re on their way home… and you just let them get out of the parking lot when they didn’t see a chance of it happening… and they smiled. Might have been the first real smile of the day. Might be their ONLY real smile of the day.

It’s a nice thought, isn’t it?

I’ve seen and heard family and friends in NY while they’re driving complaining about the drivers, and saying ‘No, I’m not gonna let you in, don’t even bother’. Is the person they’re shunning the one giving them grief? Likely not, no. It’s a side effect of being annoyed by others. But why? Because it’s easier to just be angry. It’s easier to just push ahead and not let anyone out ahead of you, even though you’re sitting still and aren’t going anywhere.

I’ve been guilty of it too, especially on the highway when the lanes go from 3 to 2. People who run along the side to get in ahead of people who’ve been waiting there. And yes, I understand it. Those people are being actively rude, they are often trying to cut ahead. Some of them are just clueless and don’t realize the lane is closing, granted, but some… just rude.

But they’re not the same as people sitting in a parking lot or side road waiting to turn. Those people are just there, just like you’ve been there waiting and complaining about how no one will let you out. Aren’t you then that person to be complained about?

I’m always surprised that otherwise very considerate and friendly people get so nasty in the car and won’t give even an inch. They would often times give the shirt off their back to a person in need, but they hurry up to close the gap when they’re driving so no one gets ahead of them.

Are we all in so much of a hurry to get to the next part of our life that we’re actually missing parts of our lives?

And what are our kids learning? They’re in the back seat or the passenger seat, and they’re seeing the lack of courtesy. They’re hearing the ‘No, I’m not letting you in’ and they’re soaking that up and storing it for future knowledge. They’re learning from actions that I bet we don’t really want them to learn from. We’re missing a wonderful opportunity to show our kids that courtesy extends to everywhere, and it doesn’t matter what’s going on. Missing it big time.

I can say that what I see here in the south are young drivers acting like jerks. They’re learning the wrong lesson… and it could actually be killing them when you look at accident records and ‘road rage’ incidents.

If you see yourself in anything I’ve said, ask yourself…. why?



Definition of HYPOCRITE

1: a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion

2: a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings

With that out of the way, now… how can people boohoo about something happening to them and then turn around and do the same to someone else?

I HATE HATE HATE HATE generalizations.  Hate them with a passion. I know I’ve used them, and usually cringed afterwards for doing so. We all do it. It happens. But I would think that when someone is just been upset about themselves being grouped together with people have been bad and done bad by someone he calls a friend that was being “aggressive, angry and hateful” would not then turn around and say and do the same thing to another group of people, no matter if he didn’t have much respect for that group of people. Broadly saying a group “ fit the profile of a classic abuser”, and especially knowing that at least one of the folks you’re friends with is part of said group and doesn’t even remotely fit that profile…. AND that said person just ‘stood up for’ that person who was feeling pained for having to deal with that aggression and anger against his own group…

*sigh* Can we all just stop doing our damnedness to get the ‘other sides’ goat by linking to articles written by the most extreme of the group to ‘prove’ your point? All you’re proving is that you can really do good at reading on side of things and not look at the whole picture.

Good, congrats, bravo, you just succeeded at being a closed minded idiot. Here, have a cookie.

I really don’t link much for articles anymore, and then only link what I read and feel isn’t so terribly onsided as to use intimidation attempts or loaded words and emotions to paint ‘the other side’ with. If I see facts, I’ll point out those facts. If there’s a lot of fluff and uselessness around those facts, I’ll try to find an article that has just those facts with out all the baggage along with it that is nothing but opinion that I, and those that read the article I link, can form on their own once they get those facts.

*fume fume fume* Just. Drives. Me. Nuts….


This happened to me earlier in the day and I’ve been letting it settle into my head before I actually made a post about it. Now I think I can intelligently blog about it without sounding like a self righteous idiot.

I don’t quite get the idea of bashing for the sake of bashing any side of any argument and believing that only your side is correct. I’ve talked before on Facebook about my disbelief of bringing something up in public and not actually wanting it discussed. I also just don’t get not wanting to hear any differing opinion.

Is it so hard to look at a different viewpoint of something? I often try to look at someone else’s opinion or view before I dismiss or discount it. I like to hear how other people view something, knowing it might be completely opposite to how I see things. I can’t say it’ll ever change my opinion, but is it so hard to give that respect to even fully read what someone else has said? Even knowing how things might be with the person who I had an issue with today, completely discounting her… I’ve seen so many times where someone will read the first sentence or two, or maybe even just a few words, and then ‘see what they want’ rather than reading what is actually been said.

Is this a fault of our online culture? Without body language, facial cues or having to look someone in the eye, do we just make assumptions of what the other person is actually saying, rather than reading what they’ve written down? Have we, as a people, become so closed minded that we lump everyone into groups that might or might not be accurate? Is this fair?

I think each of us are individuals. I know my general slant on things, I know I am biased in my beliefs, but I’ve come by that honestly. I decide on things not from what others tell me, but from how I feel on things. I could call myself a “conservative” when it comes to politics, but not all things to I agree with that group of folks. In fact, there are a lot of things I think the opposite. I vote for a candidate when it comes to that time, not a party. If a candidate says one thing but their record (actions, voting or otherwise) says another, I’m going to view them accordingly. As someone wise once said, “Talk is cheap.”

I think labels have really gotten out of control, and I think we would do best to look at the individual and what they actually act like and believe rather than assuming based on one or two things we know about that person. Some of my best friends feel very differently than I do on many issues, but I still count them as very close friends and don’t treat them differently (or at least try not to) because of those views. I often times learn from them. Another person’s way of seeing something can actually help us see something that we don’t see because of our own circumstances.

For example, I don’t tend to think of a parents’ point of view. I don’t have kids, I’m not close to kids and don’t think of the issues that might be present in the life of someone that has kids. In the same way, many people might not understand my thoughts of pets in their life. To some, it’s just an animal. To us, they are more than that. And then there are people that can see both sides and live both sides.

We’re all different. We’re not cookie cutter people, and that’s what makes the world go around.

Spam, spam, spam, spam

The only good spam is that sung about in Monty Python, and then it’s really only the song that’s any good.

Way too often do people pass on crap that is false, redundant, stupid, virus laden or the like. While this can seem ‘harmless’, it really isn’t. The amount of resources that spam eats up can cause problems. There is a reason there are legal cases against spam. It’ s not just ‘annoying’, it’s very much a problem.

The costs, such as lost productivity and fraud, are borne by the public and by Internet service providers, which have been forced to add extra capacity to cope with the deluge. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_%28electronic%29)

There is also the annoyance factor. As a person with an email address, I get annoyed by spam, and while some of it gets caught in my “Junk Mail” folder, I do have to go into said folder on occasion to make sure there isn’t something in there from someone I want email from. This takes a little extra time. I also have to check my webmail, not just get it downloaded to my computer, because my ISP has their own “Junk Folder”. Sometimes an email will makes it’s way in there that I actually need to have. There’s a little more time. Then there’s all the deleting of spam that’s made its way into my “Inbox”, some from people that I want to still get email from but this is just another forward or hoax so I have to just delete it, and others that didn’t get caught by either “Junk Mail” box.

Spam originating from our servers can cause serious damage, not only to your website, but to all of our customers. Complaints due to spam can cause our mail servers, and hosting servers to be blacklisted by other ISPs, or by Anti-Spam Authorities. Sending mass emails can clog up our bandwidth and reduce the speed and performance of our customer’s websites. Therefore, we have a zero-toleration policy on our servers for spammers. (from “fast server” FAQ)

I also have a separate email that I use to sign up for things that might suddenly explode into extra spam in my box. This gives me another email to check and try to weed through what is spam (most of it) and what isn’t (what I actually signed up for).

And now… Facebook. I’ve missed updates from folks, and have had to resort to going through my lists, because of spam and forwards. Yet another waste of resources. Copy/pastes about viruses that don’t exist, more rumors that Facebook is going to start charging, that Facebook has changed privacy settings (most of which are either old or inaccurate), about groups that are started for nefarious purposes (and usually aren’t), people that if added will cause your computer to explode…. another waste of time.

The reasons for passing these on are as varied as the spam, but a simple search can show if it’s false or not… and ‘encouraging’ anyone to keep passing these on is just setting these people up to be a big joke to those that know better or take a little time to research things. But yet, it continues.

So, the rest of us get to spend our time sloughing through garbage in an attempt to stay connected with those people we have on our list/email. And I know I’m not the only one getting sick of the extra work.

All things mental part 2

I mentioned how I was on the ‘med dance’ now and it was getting better. I think hit a hiccup, and that was the fact that after two weeks and dropping to a lower dosage, I was still seriously out of step. So I talked to the doctor and she said to go to a yet lower dose. Which I did. And felt even worse. Because it was late at night I was left with the internet to see if I find out what the problem was. I did find out. And the answer pissed me off.

Apparently the doctor had put me on a medication that has some seriously fun withdrawal side effects.


So now I have to have a discussion with my doctor on what medications are and aren’t acceptable to put me on. I think I also need to be a little more assertive. I know, I know, this might surprise some people but I tend to close up quite a lot when I’m unsure, and I’m very unsure when it comes to my mental health. It makes me nervous and I think I don’t make my thoughts as clear. This could have made my current situation a little more difficult. We’ll see on Wednesday if my new doctor will continue to see me as I know I’m gonna likely be a little terse when talking to her.

But really, withdrawal effects?! This is what you develop for a medication when you often have to bounce around on medications until you find the one that works? Something that takes a month to see if it works and then might take a month or more to get off of? Some of us work for a living and can’t afford that time to get off a med where one of the withdrawal symptoms is insomnia. As someone with a mental illness in the first place, I don’t need something that makes me even crazier.

I ended up doing something I normally wouldn’t do, and I know I’ll likely get yelled at by more than just the doctor… I decided to stop taking it. I have an extra long weekend (4 days) and after feeling like I was gonna die and having taken a full 10 mg ambien and 4 benedryl to try to get to sleep once I moved down in dosage and my body started to react badly, I decided to take advantage of the long weekend and ‘force’ myself off the stuff. I knew full well that going from 80mg to 20mg meant I likely had another few days at least of withdrawal, so why not go the rest of the way.

The doctor will likely give me some grief for it, but not nearly the grief I’m gonna give her for putting me on something that has this type of problem. I’ve walked out of doctor’s offices before, I’m not adverse to doing it again.

So I’m single pilled for the moment, and will be that way until at least Wednesday. And whatever we discuss putting me on then will get major research before I take pill one of it. I’ll also be ‘dominating’ the conversation on Wednesday about what’s generally going on with me instead of ‘letting’ her take the reigns of the discussion. Yes, she likely knows better what my diagnosis will be, but I do know better what I’m doing daily and what my problems are. I won’t deny being bipolar 2, but if that requires medications that have effects like this, I’ll find a different way. I’m not going down that road, that’s for sure.

All things mental

I’ve recently had my mental health diagnosis changed from ‘depression’ to ‘bipolar 2’. I still haven’t decided exactly how I feel about that but there it is. I’m now a little crazier than I was before.

Bipolar 2 is a less extreme version of bipolar disorder. I found a good definition from the Mayo Clinic website:

Bipolar disorder — sometimes called manic-depressive disorder — causes mood swings that range from of the lows of depression to the highs of mania. When you become depressed, you may feel sad or hopeless and lose interest or pleasure in most activities. When your mood shifts in the other direction, you may feel euphoric and full of energy. Mood shifts may only occur only a few times a year, or as often as several times a day. In some cases, bipolar disorder causes symptoms of depression and mania at the same time.

Bipolar II disorder. Bipolar II is less severe than bipolar I. You may have an elevated mood, irritability and some changes in your functioning, but generally you can carry on with your normal daily routine. Instead of full-blown mania, you have hypomania — a less severe form of mania. In bipolar II, periods of depression typically last longer than periods of hypomania.

So, that’s ‘now’ me. It’s actually been me for quite a while, I just didn’t realize it before. Now I do and can move forward, I hope.

Mental illness is  very much like getting any diagnosis… it’s scary, it’s unnerving, you go through denial or anger at it… but that doesn’t change the diagnosis. This one is hard for me because it’s ‘that one’, that’s the one person that someone knows that snapped and did something stupid or dangerous and suddenly have everyone mad at/afraid of them. I don’t want to be that person, I don’t want that disease! But I also didn’t want my allergies and definitely don’t want the asthma… just things I have to deal with. Just need to add this one to the pile of ‘who I am’.

I wouldn’t be ashamed if I had diabetes… or was short…. or had irritable bowel syndrome… Why should I be ashamed of this? Why is this disease one that people still step back and start talking very gently to you when they find out… or ask ‘What are you sad about?’ or ‘There’s nothing wrong with doing things out of the ordinary, that’s normal’. There’s no education to regular people about what’s really going on, how to really handle and talk to someone that suffers from this disease. It’s all news reports about how this person had mental illness and killed his family or robbed someone at knife point, or just snapped and drove through a crowd. They don’t put the person that drove to work, did their job, had lunch and drove home without anything going on. That’s boring, that doesn’t make people watch. But it would help those of us with some form of mental illness get through a day without getting a sideways look from someone that knows we have it. It would show that the extremes are not the normal way we react, the way we handle ourselves day to day.

My meds have been changed and that’s taking a little time to adjust to. Been over a week now and I’m better this week than I was last so that’s a step in the right direction at least. Just hoping they work, the ‘med-dance’ is not my idea of fun., but it has to be done. My dancing shoes are just old and don’t protect me so much anymore.


The great outdoors

Once again, despite not doing anything outside but looking at my flowers and getting in and out of the car, I have poison ivy. This, I think, is one of those “joys” of dogs in a fenced in backyard that no one told me about when it comes to home ownership. I just wanted a house with a yard so I didn’t have to walk the dog anymore, so I could paint my walls something other than white or beige, and so I could have some flowers in the ground that didn’t entirely depend on me for their water and sun (something I’m not good at).

Mind you, I have all that… I just also have poison ivy. It’s in our backyard in amongst the bushes that have appeared and grown out of control from us just making sure the lawn was mowed and not worried about the bushes. I’m badly allergic to the stuff, so pulling it out myself will be disastrous (as I’ve shown by pulling it out a few weeks ago when Jon wanted to do some bush pruning in the backyard). Jon may or may not be allergic. He’s never had allergies before, but they’ve started to pop up on him and he’s not adjusting to it well at all. He got involved with the pulling a little this last time and didn’t get it but that doesn’t always mean he’s not allergic, just lucky.

This time, however, is from our dogs I think. Yes, they have all that wonderful hair that catches it as they brush against it and bring it in just for me. “Here Mommy, we know you don’t go outside much so here’s some we brought in for you.” *sigh*

So, here I sit with poison ivy between my ring finger and pinky finger on my right hand, and the pinky is swollen on top of it all. Numerous poison ivy blisters on the top and side of my pinky, the side of my ring finger, and the skin connecting the two as well as a little down from there. It’s startling how quickly it just all appeared, too. Started with a little spot on top of my finger and then within a day it was all over.

There had better be a real good reason for that stuff because it’s a good candidate for mass extinction in my book!

The sanctity of marriage

“I’m so completely over this whole “marriage” vs. “civil union” thing. So, I’m no longer “married”. I’m in a “civil union” with my husband. “Civil” is a lot better than what a lot of marriages are like anyway.”

That was the status that got me on this. And I know there are people that are going to argue with me no matter what I say here, but I’m gonna say it anyway because I’ll be damned if I’m gonna just sit back and ignore this anymore.

What the hell, people? Really? We’re being ridiculous over this? And I mean BOTH sides of this issue. So, ‘civil union’ is what the straight people are saying the gay people should be happy with, and the gay people are saying that they want to be married. Now, let’s look at this:

“Marriage” is, traditionally, a religious thing. It is. Cope with that. I’m not saying that’s right or that’s the way it should still be, but it IS what it is. “Holy matrimony” is religious stuff. Religious people, by and large, seem to believe that “marriage” is between a man and a woman (unless your church is the Mormon church and then it can be between one man and however many women want to put up with your shit, but that’s not legal either… and that’s a completely different argument that I don’t care about).

“Civil union” is, as far as I can gather, what ‘they’ have tried to give gays (and mind you, I’m using the term ‘gays’ because typing lgbt (lesbian gay bisexual transgender) is not gonna come out of my hands and y’all will just have to cope. Take it up with Sherri if you don’t like it) so they can have a union while still keeping the religious folks happy by not giving them marriage. I’ve been told that the two are very similar but that civil unions aren’t recognized in every state (maybe only in the state it was performed).

So, are we clear? Good. I’m sure I’ll have a lot of corrections lining up in the comments by morning, and go ahead. I’ll take actual corrections, I want to base my opinion on some facts. 🙂

So….. first, why aren’t civil unions recognized in all states? Why isn’t it crossing state lines? My opinion here is because there have been some pushes for ‘gay marriage’ in states which gets put on a ballot and then gets defeated because everyone and their cat takes out ads on TV to lie about what it is (BOTH sides). They get defeated and nothing ever gets done about civil unions. Why? Because they’ll fail too, right? Well…. who knows.

Second… All y’all straight people DO realize that your happy little marriage certificate doesn’t give you anything that a lawyer can’t, don’t ya? ANYONE can go do a lawyer, draw up some papers, and give someone the same rights as a marriage certificate does (and it would likely stand up in court better). In fact…. y’all gay people know that too, don’t ya? It’d likely cost a little more, but you CAN have the same rights… and then you can have a party with your friends and family that like you and would love to share your joy, and then you can tell people all you want that you’re legally bound to each other. 🙂 No, of course that’s not the ‘fix’ to it all, but aren’t there more important things to be worrying about? I mean, honestly…. Kids are being abused, they’re starving, they’re getting gyped in schools because we’re making cuts to education instead of to benefits for people that find it easier than working (and, again, I mean exactly what I said. People that are trying, people that can’t work are not who I’m talking about here, I’m talking about lazy Joe Schmo who is able bodied but finds it isn’t necessary to actually do anything)… People are out of work that are trying really hard to find work but there isn’t any… Old folks can’t afford medication, are home bound without a way to get to the store, are lonely and alone, are sitting in nursing/retirement homes feeling unloved… soldiers are dying everywhere, and they’re not even CLOSE to getting paid what they should be for what they do…

But no, we’re more worried about this. We’re more worried that “God”, who MADE THESE PEOPLE, might get mad if you agree they should have some rights. We’re more worried about whether you can actually ‘legally’ use the term ‘married’ instead of just saying it for your civil union because everyone that likes you will know what you mean, and everyone that doesn’t like you can kiss your ass anyway. We’re holding on to a 7 little letters (6 different letters), and making a huge deal out of something that’s, honestly, a whole waste of time.

Why? Because a bunch of people get married every time they make it legal somewhere… are those people actually wanting to get married or are they doing it because now they can? There have already been a few divorces from the first ‘wave’ (and probably lots we won’t ever hear about), and there will be more. It’s a little piece of paper and a bunch of legal statutes that may or may not actually stand up in court, depending on the situation. You’d be better off with a lawyer (I can’t believe I’m saying that).

“Marriage” should be harder to get… ya wanna talk about how expensive it is… Guess what? It’s not. The party is expensive (well, for some people it is). The actual marriage part is only about $30 I think (it’s been a while). The divorce, on the other hand… it costs hundreds, and sometimes thousands of dollars.

Ya know, a very wise man once said to me “Kiddo, divorce should be cheap and marriage should be expensive. People would think a lot more about doing it before jumping into it.” And he was right, very, very right. We’re happy to spend lot of money on this party that goes with it, but that’s not really it… that’s all party. You can have a party anytime. You can have a party every 5 years or 10 years if you want. It doesn’t make you any more married.

Think, people. Why is thinking so hard nowadays?

Joining the blogging masses

Yes, here we go. I’ve decided to add my drivel to all the others out there. I’ve found many times recently that “I’d like to write that out and subject other people to it” feeling is happening… and what better way!

You can expect my posts to be anything from political, social, animal, artist, wife, woman, nerd or many other perspective. Be forward, this is called the ‘Kat Box’ for a very good reason. I expect it to be mostly full of shit and scattered aaaaaall over the place.

So, keep your shoes on,  and for gods’ sakes, wipe your feet before you get out of the box. You don’t wanna be tracking it all over the internet!