Monday, August 28, 2017

sometimes i just want to say eff parenting...

So you're fine all day and all evening. Then, conveniently, something happens to be wrong with your wrist when I ask you to fold your laundry, but your wrist was perfectly fine all day, and all evening.. so, guess what? I'm not going to effing believe that something is wrong with your wrist! All of a sudden it hurts and is in too much pain ONLY when you suddenly are tasked with laundry? Give me a break kiddo. Seriously. I'm smarter than that. And if by some chance, it is hurting, if I've had a look at it and it's not bleeding or broken, I don't really give a flick. Learn to deal with minor aches and pains. Something randomly (truthfully) hurts on my body every, single, damned day and I still have to do everything. Everything. Every. Thing. Around. Here. Doesn't matter if my finger has felt like it's fractured for a bloody month. Doesn't matter if my wrist is on fire from pulling weeds for 2.5 hours in the yard (without your help). Nope. Nobody around here cares. And if I tell you "not one more word" and you STILL keep on going on about your sudden wrist pain while looking at your pile of clothes to fold, I'll tell you what.. I might just have to walk out of the room so I don't snap. It's called a mom time out. If I need to take a mom time out, let me go and take it. It's in your best interest. But if what you do is get red-faced-vibrating-deepbreathing-fisted angry and give me the look of death, I will win that shit. And then if you retaliate by saying you just want to go live with your dad, because you can't take a little bit of discipline for looking like you were going to knock me out, I will sit your ass down and tell you that I have sacrificed my whole life and put MY own goals and wishes all on HOLD so that I could dedicate my life to raising you in a place where you can see your dad all the damned time, and I can't see my boyfriend ever. So don't go there with me. Learn this. Kids today have no respect. Where did I go wrong?

Angry mom
>:O(




Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Meditate on this...

I'm reading this book that talks about how powerful the subconscious mind is. It basically says that the subconscious will respond to and carry through with anything you tell it, repeatedly and with faith. If you have negative thoughts all the time, the sub will begin to take that for reality and make it so. On the other hand, if you believe in its power and start meditating on positive things, guess what happens? You got it.. good stuff happens. It's written that meditating to ask your sub of healing things can also be granted.

So my current mantra is: "I wholeheartedly believe in my subconscious mind's ability to use it's healing light and energy to cure my hemmorhoids for life."

I wish I were joking. This is the phrase I repeat to myself 50 times a day. Wish me friggen luck, cuz I'm pretty much fed up with the goings-on down backside.

I shall heal myself.

Next, I plan to start believing I am rich and thin. Just kidding. That would be shallow. I'll word it better than that. ;oP

Jules :Obelieveinthesub)

Sunday, August 20, 2017

If only I'd known...

Here's my advice.
If someone would have told me this, if doctors would mention it to people suffering as I have done, it would have saved me developing a chronic condition that then needed surgery.

Eat pitted dates daily.
I didn't say prunes. I said dates.
Eat between 1 - 4 daily depending on how many you need.

What condition does this treat? Chronic constipation. Or just regular constipation.

Forget about drugs, just eat pitted dates every day. Eat them at night, you will have a nice satisfying emptying poo in the morning. Yes, I did just refer to pooping as satisfying. You read correctly.

Nope... I don't want to hear your arguments. Just do it.

Also, beer. Prunes and a beer. You can do that too (but beer in moderation).

Jules :O)
P.S. I'm not a doctor. I'm just saying.

Friday, August 18, 2017

sometimes my thoughts aren't pure, and it's so funny.

Blogging.

It's the last uncensored space that I can be free to be myself in.
Actually, it was also the first.
I've been gone a while, but maybe this is where I need to start coming again.

I often have all sorts of thoughts that I have to keep inside my brain, because they probably would be considered in that "too much information" category, or even distasteful. But really... I still want to say them and when I can't, I feel like I have to keep myself all bottled up inside.

I wish I could be a bit more free than society allows for. I used to be, when I was in my 20's. It's like, nonsense is expected of that age group, but once you either 1) have kids or 2) hit the age of 30, it's time to grow up, act more mature.. forget that you still like to be free and have fun, laugh. Forget all sense of immaturity, don't think funny thoughts anymore. Grow up.

I wish growing up meant that you could still just say what you wanted without having to endure people judging or shunning you.

Aren't the thoughts that you had in your 20's still funny in your 40's? Yes, yes they often are.

When Thor and I get together we often laugh like we would have in our 20's. I love that. I don't have to censor myself around him. He never tells me "That's TMI, Jules...". We talk, and laugh, and make fun of things on tv or in life that we probly shouldn't admit to, but we do it because it's a relief to be able to have that sort of release from all of the censorship. Well, I don't know if he feels the same way, but that's partly why I do it and love it.

I should just start blabbing stuff out wherever I go and not care. Afterall, aren't the 40's supposed to be about knowing who you are and being comfortable enough to be yourself?

Today, my mom's friend had a dog hair on her shin which looked like it was growing there, and cracked a joke: "I promise I shaved!" So I said "Are you sure that didn't migrate down from the upper nether regions?" It was a long black hair. Everyone laughed as she turned a little flushed then actually checked up her own shorts to make sure there were no pubes falling down. Good times.

I'm going to strive for more times like that.

Julie :Oshhhh!

Milestones are awesome

YAY!! YES!
Congratulate me, I've finally reached a milestone!

My son is now finally old and independent enough that if I want to drink a beer in my bath, and follow that luxury alone time up with locking my bedroom door and getting out my vibe while he is downstairs unknowingly watching YouTube, I can do it!

I didn't say I just did that... I said that he's old enough for me to do that if I wanted to now.

By the way, if I were to do that, it would be with some wine.

Jules ;OyessssP