Well I opened tumblr because something had me ready to ranta nd rave, but i got sidetracked by all the pics I have momentarily forgotten what had me so upset. That is a good thing about tublr, and it almost always happens that way. lol
Today is mother’s day. I miss my mom today. Before she died I waould have been with her in church. This is the 7th one that I have missed her. She was so smart, and sometimes I could really use her advise. She was the only person I ever completely trusted that never let me down. Not one time in my life can I recall her letting me down. She was the only consistant thing I knew as a child, and for a long time as an adult. I guess that’s why I felt like I was floating away for a very long time after she was gone. It seemed like a very long time. I think the most important thing i learned from my mom was to love the life you live, and you will always be living the life you love. She made the best lemonade from the lemons life handed her. She was the strongest, bravest woman I have ever known. She smiled in the face of desperate circumstance so that we never knew life was not perfect. Though looking back, I know there were so many times her heart was breaking, he spirit never even cracked, and her smile never faded. I can’t seem to stop thinking about her today. I am quite sure I never let her know how much she meant to me because I never thought about losing her. I never thought I would have to miss her forever, and I never thought the day would come when she was not here for me to say these things to. I guess, then, she also taught me to never take the people you love for granted and always let them know what they mean to you. Sometimes I still forget to do that, I fear.
I could not be the mother to my kids (not all of them) that I wanted to be. And i fear flaming failure in raising the kids I did have the pleasure of having with me. What if I have gotten life so twisted that I have taught them all the wrong thngs, and they grow up with warped and confused cognative errors becausse that is what i showed them?
Sometimes it is hard for me to even trust my own ideas, and emotions. how can i teach my kids stuff?
more reinforcenets that he doesn’t listen and doesn’t care…as long as he is right that is all that matters. I just didn’t understand what he was explaining. I know how to do it just like he said…i know the FUCKING STEPS…it just doesn’t make sence to me to do it that way and he did not explain in such a way that i understood. and it does not make me understand anymore when he shows just what a FUCKING JACKASS he can be…
sometimes i think that i am living now a punishment for a previous life….
I think it is so rediculous that women want to look like a childs doll and the world sees nothing wrong with that….
If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.
• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.
• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.
• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.
• Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”
i’m always reblogging this.
(via iwaslostintranslation)
the very first thing our President has said since he was elected that I actually agree with…
a very creative and original quote from our president that nobody has ever said before thank you obama facebook page
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sadness….
I am sad because I worked so hard yesterday and even took time to run a few jobs and go get Jamie Pepsi. And I did not get so much as a word of anything. My sister was here and she said to him….Didn’t you even notice anything, Jamie?….Cuz as soon as he came in he started naming things he wanted me to help him with. He always has something for me to do to help him out…I know that in the Bible in calls women Help Mates, and I truly enjoy taking care of people. and i am good at mothering and nurturing, but here lately i find myslef not enjoying myself. I fell as if I may actually be being taken for granted in the truest sence i have ever realized…I feel like a housekeeper/errand girl/secretary/chauffer…None of these things I normally mind doing for people I love…but when i do what i guess i am supposed to do and then that is not enough and nothing i ever say means anything to anyone. no one listens, no one gives a fuck what i say or what i think as long as i just do what they want…im sick of it and pissed about it.
,y life fucnkin sucks eggs
i hate it when reality sets in and you are so drunk you can’t type
my favorite place at my favorite time of day during my favorite time of the year….joy
