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BACK TO THE CAVES WE GO~

I would like to start this post by saying, that ANYONE who knows me, knows I don’t get offended easily.  Pretty much anything , anybody says, just rolls right off my back.

However, I just recently read an article , with MEMES to go along with it, that just totally rubbed my fur the wrong way.

And once you read it, I am fairly sure you will feel the same way.

To start this off, I always thought the idea behind childbirth was to have a HAPPY, HEALTHY child. One for the parents to love, and one to love the parents.

WELL, this fella ‘ here has just set childbirth, and childrearin’ back 100 years and caused a great deal of unhappiness between women. When you read it , you will understand, and be just as outraged as I was.  Seriously, this man is half a bubble off of plumb, a donut short of a full box, and as my Daddy would say, “His bread’s in the oven , but the gas ain’t on. ”  The word chauvinist doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.

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Because apparently , those of us who had C sections are INFERIOR.

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Because , apparently, we didn’t REALLY LOVE our babies, we are just selfish for making  different choice.

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Because apparently , we’re just drug-addled women , who are lazy and chemically dependent.

So we have no business having doctors interfere in the “natural” process of birth, even though our children came early and would have died without medical intervention.  We’re just lazy like that.  Needless to say, I refuse to feel sorry for my childbirth experience , as my sons are 16 and 14 and are completely healthy , despite the fact that (SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!) they were both born by Ceasarian section.

So perhaps there is hope after all!

About Me~

Color Therapy~

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I have kind of a weird habit. Well, I mean there are those who know me who would say I have more than one, 🙂 but anyway . TODAY’s particular weird habit that I’m talking about is , I like to color. I’ve always been an artist, the smell of paper my aphrodisiac. Paints, pencils, charcoals, pastels, give me anything to make a mark on a blank space and I’m in heaven. But there is just something about Crayola crayons . That certain yellow and green of the box. The hefty feel of box in my hands when I got a new set. The excitement of opening them. That overwhelming odor of the newness of them. I’ve just always enjoyed getting a new coloring book , ripe for filling with my idea of the way the characters in them should look. The blankness of the princesses or flowers bringing all my creativity to the forefront of my brain. And imagine my surprise when I found out there was a company called http://store.doverpublications.com where you could order coloring books with such detailed pictures in them they looked like art you could hang on the wall! I practically drooled! There is just something so relaxing about picking out the right colors and filling in the spaces. Making it look just exactly so. It takes your mind and even your body away from whatever troubles you . It’s helped me through many, many hours with my chronic illness. If you ever feel stressed, here’s a thought, just buy yourself a couple of coloring books, a large box of Crayola crayons and sit down in a quiet place. It’s the cheapest therapy you will ever buy! P.S. The one at the top is a nice one to print and start with I think. ❤

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I SOOOOOO Did Not Spring Forward~

This time change is LOUSY!! I can never seem to get my body back into the right rythym until days afterward. It’s raining here too. I had one of those nights where I just could NOT get comfortable. I had a good book, and tried to read myself to sleep which usually works like a charm. Not so last night. My poor little pregnant terrier was feeling it too, I guess. She couldn’t sleep either. She was in and out of the house to do her business, up and down trying to get comfortable, and so ended up spending part of the night sleeping while I rubbed her belly. That at least seem to help her some. I guess I could have raised a hue and cry myself, to see if someone would rub my belly, but it was hubs’ birthday yesterday , and I thought that might be kind of crappy of me. I figure he probably would’ve done it, but I can just imagine his expression…….heehee……”Hey, hon, I couldn’t sleep….it’s 3 am , rub my belly, while I rub the dog’s belly…..” Lol! I may have to do that next time just to see the look on his face……
Well, I seriously hope everyone had a better morning than me……if not, maybe we’ll all be back in the swing of things soon!

About Me~

Whoooo-oooo Are You? ~

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( Early bird, or night owl?)     ~   I have weird sleep habits. Don’t get me wrong, I like my 8 hours just as much as the next gal, but I don’t usually get that much.  I like to be up late.  It ‘s going to sound strange , maybe, but it’s the only real time I get to myself.  The house is quiet, and I don’t have anyone clamoring for my attention, or needing something from me.  It’s great to be needed, but everyone needs an hour just to clear their brain, and kind of breathe, you know?    But the really kooky thing is, that even though I like to be up late, I really DO like to get up early.  Threre is just something about early morning, that I find attractive.  The sun coming up, the birds start their morning routines, and I get the day started with them.  What I really LOVE is doing my grocery shopping super early.  It’s wonderful to walk down the aisles, and be able to take your time, not having people rushing past you , basically needing you to move because they are in a hurry.  I spend a lot less money that way too, because I don’t have to speed through , grabbing whatever , just so I can be done.    So, I don’t know, if that classifies me as an early bird, or a night owl.  Maybe I ‘m an early bird adopted by a family of night owl, or vice versa.  I dunno.  I don’t know anybody who lands in one defined category in anything in life, though, so maybe this is no different! Strict rules are for the birds, anyway………..lol   😉