Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
My Words Are Dangerous
It has recently come to my attention that one or two of my past blog entries have been somewhat, um, inflammatory. People have read them, perhaps recognized themselves in the words they saw on the screen, and got a little upset.
Hilarious.
Honestly. In the first place, it's the internet. If you don't like it, click that little red "x" in the upper right-hand corner. It's that simple.
In the second place, let's think about this for a minute. Are you upset because maybe something hit a little close to home? That words, spoken in a general context, maybe meant something a little more personal than what you were comfortable with?
Cry me a river. Seriously. As far as I'm concerned, if I'm ranting about it, it's probably pretty despicable. I've got a very high tolerance for bullshit. I've worked with saints and sinners, people from every end of every possible spectrum of human behavior, creeds, colors, races, and nations. My sense of humor is as broad as my tastes in music.
I rant against hypocrisy, against racism, sexism, and homophobia. I rant against blatant bullshit in any form.
If you read something on here, there are a few actions you can take:
1: leave me a comment, I'll be more than happy to debate with you. Who knows, you might change my mind, as long as your words are thoughtful, your position is sound, and you're not clogging my space with impotent whining.
2: leave my site. I'll never notice you're gone. Promise.
3: stop and think about what you're doing. If something you've read here is something you recognize in yourself, and you're angry, is it possible that your conscience is trying to rail against your sheisty behavior? Is it possible you're not wanting to face the fact that you're doing something you're not proud of? That your behavior is such that you'd be angered or disgusted by it if someone else was doing it?
Everything I say on here I'll say directly to someone's face if it comes up. Or if I feel like picking a fight. I have my faults and virtues, and I own them all. They're mine, they're what make me me. I'm confrontational and aggressive at times, but I'm blunt and honest to a fault, and I use truth as a hammer, as one of the few weapons that are available to such as me.
So grow up or GTFO.
/end rant
Hilarious.
Honestly. In the first place, it's the internet. If you don't like it, click that little red "x" in the upper right-hand corner. It's that simple.
In the second place, let's think about this for a minute. Are you upset because maybe something hit a little close to home? That words, spoken in a general context, maybe meant something a little more personal than what you were comfortable with?
Cry me a river. Seriously. As far as I'm concerned, if I'm ranting about it, it's probably pretty despicable. I've got a very high tolerance for bullshit. I've worked with saints and sinners, people from every end of every possible spectrum of human behavior, creeds, colors, races, and nations. My sense of humor is as broad as my tastes in music.
I rant against hypocrisy, against racism, sexism, and homophobia. I rant against blatant bullshit in any form.
If you read something on here, there are a few actions you can take:
1: leave me a comment, I'll be more than happy to debate with you. Who knows, you might change my mind, as long as your words are thoughtful, your position is sound, and you're not clogging my space with impotent whining.
2: leave my site. I'll never notice you're gone. Promise.
3: stop and think about what you're doing. If something you've read here is something you recognize in yourself, and you're angry, is it possible that your conscience is trying to rail against your sheisty behavior? Is it possible you're not wanting to face the fact that you're doing something you're not proud of? That your behavior is such that you'd be angered or disgusted by it if someone else was doing it?
Everything I say on here I'll say directly to someone's face if it comes up. Or if I feel like picking a fight. I have my faults and virtues, and I own them all. They're mine, they're what make me me. I'm confrontational and aggressive at times, but I'm blunt and honest to a fault, and I use truth as a hammer, as one of the few weapons that are available to such as me.
So grow up or GTFO.
/end rant
Today's To-Do List
*pick up the living room
*vacuum
*drag the five full garbage bags of clean laundry upstairs
-fold them
-put them away
*dirty laundry downstairs
*pick up the kids' room
*strip my bed
*wash the bedding
*remake the bed
*vacuum
*drag the five full garbage bags of clean laundry upstairs
-fold them
-put them away
*dirty laundry downstairs
*pick up the kids' room
*strip my bed
*wash the bedding
*remake the bed
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It's Who I Am
I listen to Dashboard Confessional, Clutch, The Dissociatives, and all sorts of other music. At high volume. In my minivan.
I dye my hair repeatedly, and usually a color not found on any natural human hair.
I'm the worst kind of bitch in the world: The stubborn type who turns bulldog when backed into a corner, and won't back down if I know I'm right. If you're someone I love, I will bend over backward to accommodate you, often to my own detriment.
My friends are my family. Enough said.
My politics are liberal. I believe in right to choice, gay marriage, and all that other stuff that would make any true right-winger go ballistic. I'm very against Arizona's new immigration law, and not just because I don't live in Arizona.
Like baby brother's mom phrased it once I may be white, "but not white enough to be white."
I laugh at dirty jokes. I get drunk twice a year. I don't believe that tattoos, blue/red/purple/green hair and piercings affect my ability to parent my two little boys.
I co-slept and breastfed and let my kids set their own schedules.
I'm short and poor and Irish and I usually have a fine layer of rage against the rich conservative town I live in bubbling just below the surface.
I'm loyal to those who deserve it.
I work hard at whatever job I have. I'd rather live in my small house and drive my thirteen year old car and know I worked for it than have a mansion and a Maserati handed to me.
I still talk occasionally to my two best friends from high school, J & J, and I love them both like they were my older brothers (which, in fact, was one of my favorite freshman year daydreams, that they were my older brothers).
I base my opinions around my own personal experiences, and I refuse to give advice on something I've never experienced.
That's who I am, and I make no apologies.
I dye my hair repeatedly, and usually a color not found on any natural human hair.
I'm the worst kind of bitch in the world: The stubborn type who turns bulldog when backed into a corner, and won't back down if I know I'm right. If you're someone I love, I will bend over backward to accommodate you, often to my own detriment.
My friends are my family. Enough said.
My politics are liberal. I believe in right to choice, gay marriage, and all that other stuff that would make any true right-winger go ballistic. I'm very against Arizona's new immigration law, and not just because I don't live in Arizona.
Like baby brother's mom phrased it once I may be white, "but not white enough to be white."
I laugh at dirty jokes. I get drunk twice a year. I don't believe that tattoos, blue/red/purple/green hair and piercings affect my ability to parent my two little boys.
I co-slept and breastfed and let my kids set their own schedules.
I'm short and poor and Irish and I usually have a fine layer of rage against the rich conservative town I live in bubbling just below the surface.
I'm loyal to those who deserve it.
I work hard at whatever job I have. I'd rather live in my small house and drive my thirteen year old car and know I worked for it than have a mansion and a Maserati handed to me.
I still talk occasionally to my two best friends from high school, J & J, and I love them both like they were my older brothers (which, in fact, was one of my favorite freshman year daydreams, that they were my older brothers).
I base my opinions around my own personal experiences, and I refuse to give advice on something I've never experienced.
That's who I am, and I make no apologies.
Weddings And Heartbreaks
I'm anti-marriage on an intensely personal level. That is to say, I have no problems with other people getting married - if it's what feels right, then do it. By intensely personal, I mean that I don't believe it's right for me. Back when I was young and stupid, I entered into an extremely ill-advised, short-lived marriage. Those 10 months were some of the worst of my life. I was pressured into accepting the proposal, and things basically went downhill from there. I lost one of my best friends, and nearly lost my identity as "me," as Megan. Thankfully, I got hired on at City Park, met Jeremy, and began regaining my self. I had told the guy in the beginning that I wasn't the marriage type, that I thought it was an outmoded and outdated institution, and that I'd seen far too many marriages fail. However, like I said, I was pressured into it, and was beyond thankful when I was finally able to make my escape.
That being said, like I said, I have no problems with other people getting married. If it's what you want to do, then do it. Just don't expect me to. What I have with Jeremy works for us, and I see no sense in fixing something that isn't already broken. I really don't need a piece of paper to reassure me that what we have is something we'll have for a while. Also, should the day come in the future where what we have isn't working, I'd like him to be able to seek his happiness elsewhere, with as little hassle as possible.
Related to this: The topic of prenups crossed my mind today. Now, granted, they are something I'll never have to deal with. However, to me, they represent everything that's wrong with the entire institution of marriage today.
Let's think about it for a minute. A prenuptial agreement, simply, is a piece of paper that both parties sign that basically states how joint properties are to be divided in the event of a divorce. They are designed to protect the involved parties' premarital assets.
If you enter into a venture with the idea that it's going to fail, it most likely will. And isn't that basically what a prenup is? "So, I'm vowing to be with you till one of us dies, but just in case, I'd like to keep the Corvette and the summer home."
I'm sorry, and maybe I'm looking at this from an erroneous perspective, being that I grew up poor and am still poor, but doesn't that go against all the ideals with which you are supposed to enter a marriage?
Marriage is supposed to be something entered into in a spirit of love and trust. You're vowing to be with your partner through thick and thin, sickness and health, rich or broke, blah blah blah. Drawing up something as cold and heartless and factual as a prenup speaks to me of a lack of trust. They call marriage "taking the plunge," but I don't remember ever hearing anything about taking a lifejacket along.
If you don't trust your partner, if you don't think the marriage will survive, if you think there's a possibility they're just in it for the money, the house, the car, etc, then why get married in the first place?
Here's another thing. Marriage, as I've said, is between two people. They join together to create a family. If you aren't enough of an adult to stand on your own, to make your own decisions, you probably shouldn't get married. If you can't give over the biggest portion of your heart to your intended, can't take your wallet and your bank account out of the equation, are too concerned with making sure you come out ahead to daydream wholeheartedly about the life you intend to create with your affianced, and if you constantly mix up "fiance" with "finance," you probably shouldn't get married.
Why do I think marriage is unnecessary? Because it's supposed to be about love. Love between two people. This country has not only made it so that only heterosexual couples can get married (despite the fact that homosexuals have just as much right to a life of wedded bliss or misery as any straight people do), and beyond that, they've turned it from a symbol of love to a cold-blooded business transaction, and it makes me sick.
I might be headed straight for hell for living in sin, but at least I'll know when I get there that my sin was lived in an environment of love, and not one of tax write-offs.
That being said, like I said, I have no problems with other people getting married. If it's what you want to do, then do it. Just don't expect me to. What I have with Jeremy works for us, and I see no sense in fixing something that isn't already broken. I really don't need a piece of paper to reassure me that what we have is something we'll have for a while. Also, should the day come in the future where what we have isn't working, I'd like him to be able to seek his happiness elsewhere, with as little hassle as possible.
Related to this: The topic of prenups crossed my mind today. Now, granted, they are something I'll never have to deal with. However, to me, they represent everything that's wrong with the entire institution of marriage today.
Let's think about it for a minute. A prenuptial agreement, simply, is a piece of paper that both parties sign that basically states how joint properties are to be divided in the event of a divorce. They are designed to protect the involved parties' premarital assets.
If you enter into a venture with the idea that it's going to fail, it most likely will. And isn't that basically what a prenup is? "So, I'm vowing to be with you till one of us dies, but just in case, I'd like to keep the Corvette and the summer home."
I'm sorry, and maybe I'm looking at this from an erroneous perspective, being that I grew up poor and am still poor, but doesn't that go against all the ideals with which you are supposed to enter a marriage?
Marriage is supposed to be something entered into in a spirit of love and trust. You're vowing to be with your partner through thick and thin, sickness and health, rich or broke, blah blah blah. Drawing up something as cold and heartless and factual as a prenup speaks to me of a lack of trust. They call marriage "taking the plunge," but I don't remember ever hearing anything about taking a lifejacket along.
If you don't trust your partner, if you don't think the marriage will survive, if you think there's a possibility they're just in it for the money, the house, the car, etc, then why get married in the first place?
Here's another thing. Marriage, as I've said, is between two people. They join together to create a family. If you aren't enough of an adult to stand on your own, to make your own decisions, you probably shouldn't get married. If you can't give over the biggest portion of your heart to your intended, can't take your wallet and your bank account out of the equation, are too concerned with making sure you come out ahead to daydream wholeheartedly about the life you intend to create with your affianced, and if you constantly mix up "fiance" with "finance," you probably shouldn't get married.
Why do I think marriage is unnecessary? Because it's supposed to be about love. Love between two people. This country has not only made it so that only heterosexual couples can get married (despite the fact that homosexuals have just as much right to a life of wedded bliss or misery as any straight people do), and beyond that, they've turned it from a symbol of love to a cold-blooded business transaction, and it makes me sick.
I might be headed straight for hell for living in sin, but at least I'll know when I get there that my sin was lived in an environment of love, and not one of tax write-offs.
Baileys Cheesecake
Crust:
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1/2 tsp fresh-grated cinnamon
1/2 tsp fresh-grated cinnamon
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup cocoa
1 package graham crackers, beat to crumbs with a rolling pin
1/4 cup cocoa
1 package graham crackers, beat to crumbs with a rolling pin
Combine butter, sugar and cocoa powder. Stir in crumbs. Press evenly over bottom of greased 9-inch pan and blind-bake at 350 for 10 minutes. Cool pan and grease sides.
Filling:
3 8-ounce packages cream cheese, softened
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3 eggs
3/4 cup Bailey's Irish Cream
2 squares (2 ounces) semi-sweet chocolate, melted
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3 eggs
3/4 cup Bailey's Irish Cream
2 squares (2 ounces) semi-sweet chocolate, melted
Beat cream cheese until smooth. Gradually beat in sugar. Beat in eggs, one at a time. Blend in Bailey's. Pour about 1/3 mixture into a bowl and stir in melted chocolate.Pour half of plain mixture into prepared pan. Drizzle with half the chocolate mixture. Repeat layers. Make a marbled design by gently swirling batter with a knife.
Bake 10 minutes at 450°F, then 55 minutes at 250°F or until cake tests done.
Bake 10 minutes at 450°F, then 55 minutes at 250°F or until cake tests done.
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