Friday, August 13, 2010
the title of this post
I really hate thinking of titles. I really do.Ok, anyway.
So usually I don't start yapping about politics ad such on my blog. It's not that I don't have an opinion it's just I'm fine with where I stand and usually just don't like talking politics. People get too, ummm, emotional when it comes to certain topics and I just don't care.
But there are times, like now, when I feel like yapping about it.
I realized last night that I spend more time defending Stephen than myself. Not that he cares your opinion of him- which is why when people start arguing politics with him he pretty much shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away. I on the other hand can't do that. Especially when people call him racist or something like that.
So taking a break from trying to convince people that the entire Tea Party is not racist to yap about my own beliefs.
The reason I believe there should be political correctness, to a point, is not because of you the person speaking, but someone else. Did you once think that saying something might just possibley offend someone else?
Ok, yes, in this day and age people get offended at every little thing and it is indeed really fucking annoying- so on the one hand I understand the people who say "ahh fuck it, you're not listening to what I'm saying so I'm just gonna say what I want." And if people would stop jumping the gun on things they deem offensive poitical correctness would be so much easier. But I do believe that the people who think it's about them being able to say whatever they want are a little selfish in thinking it's about them.
to be continued I suppose.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Twofers! Neeeeiiiiggghhh
yeah I couldn't think of a title- shut up.Ok, so Stephen and I were watching Louis last night and he dropped his kids off at his wife's house for a week and I thought my god! That's awesome!
Why oh why can't I be divorced and married at the same time?! It's the best of both worlds!
Why can't I drop my kids off with my husband for a full week? Why can't I just say "it's your turn to take them!" and go off for a week/weekend? Why can't we both have our own places? And when we wanted to live together we would. Which ok would be most of the time, but I wouldn't have to hear him whine about my decorating style- so if I wanted to paint the walls pink I could.
Of course the divorce/not divorced thing sparked an even greater wish I've had for a long time now.
to be pregnant without having to have a child. Just so I wouldn't have to have a period. I'd be pregnant double the times of a Duggar just to not have a period again.
I hate having my period. Hate it. Loathe it. Despise it.
If someone can figure out these 2 things for me that'd be awesome! Thanks! teehee
