Jacquelyn's Space

Love this:

And it is even funnier when you read the title of the page from whence it came:

Throwing McNuggets at McFucktards to start a McShitfight

https://www.facebook.com/Mcshitfight

Crackin’ me up and so fits my mood lately.

Hallelujah the baby shower I co-hosted is over! That makes 3 parties (2 grad parties and the baby shower) I have hosted in as many months and I am so glad they are all over. The baby shower turned out beautiful, though not without a few hitches along the way but it is done now and despite how dissatisfied my sister-in-law is with my refusal to be her slave, nursemaid, ego stroker (perhaps cheerleader would be a better adjective), and all around ass kisser, all in all it went well. Despite my not making the damn shower my whole life’s purpose.

In addition to those social obligations being over it seems that I may not see my nephews much anymore. Their mother, sadly, is out of jail (jail is the best and most appropriate place for her in my opinion) and my brother seems to think its best that the boys be with their mother, no matter how much of a drunken liar and psychological (physical too – my youngest nephew said his mom bit him) abuser she is. It is convenient for him so I guess that is the most important issue — convenience. I would gladly take my nephews until that POS gets her stuff together — which would be never so I would have the boys indefinitely — but it is not to be. I may have them off and on and it is the back and forth that kills me (not having any say so and not being able to raise them the way I want to — with some morals and discipline) but I will have to put a stop to it eventually. After all, I have a life and my plans don’t include putting it on hold until everyone else gets their shit together when they should have had it together already (an din this case before they had kids). I do feel sorry for my nephews though. They have two very fucked up parents that think of themselves before anyone else.

So I am declaring the rest of the summer for myself — it belongs to me, to do the things I want to do for me (and maybe my husband too). I am done putting my needs and wants on hold to cater to everyone else’s fucked up expectations and fucked up drama filled lives — that is not my purpose in life and how dare people take advantage of me! I am done being taken advantage of and I am going to do what I want from now on! Well, this week I have to right out a Statement of Purpose for the grad program I am applying for (as well as turn in the application) but that is for me, for something I want (to get into the program) so it is good. After that I am going to read and write what I want to my heart’s content. I am also going to have some fun.

Maybe that last paragraph should be my statement of purpose, ha.

Call me a bitch or unromantic, whatever but I absolutely hate the phrase “[he or she] is the love of my life”. It truly makes me gag and roll my eyes when people say it, or worse, write it ad nauseam –especially on Facebook or other social sites, and some individuals use it over and over — when describing how they feel about their significant other. The phrase is trite, people tend to use it without discrimination (to describe their spouse, yet also other things they love very much such as a pet or food) AND because of its overuse comes off as insincere. C’mon, you can’t think of anything a little original to say (and more specific) about this person you love so much? Gah! < insert retching noises here >

So cute!

http://treyandmelanie.blogspot.com/2010/11/gag-me-with-spoon.html

What brought this rant on and to illustrate what I mean: I was watching an old Dateline NBC or 48 Hours — one of those news magazine show — and the story was about a married couple and the husband’s ‘betrayal’. The husband, in order to support their (he and his wife’s) extravagant lifestyle –keeping up with the Jones’ at least– he did not let his wife know that they (?) were having financial problems (and she obviously didn’t care enough to make herself aware) and secretly robbed banks to stay afloat. Of course he was eventually caught. The show interviewed the wife and she trotted out that phrase, “he was the love of my life” but she was mad and felt betrayed by her husband’s actions and divorced him. Wow! Nice thing to do to ‘the love of your life’! If he was really the love of your life (gross) then you would have taken better care to know what is going on with the finances and also with your husband. Perhaps she never really knew the love of her life. To top it all off, the love of her life was robbing banks for her  (presumably the love of his life), to support her but she doesn’t even appreciate it and divorces his sorry butt. Really, if he was the love of your life would you divorce him? Wouldn’t you stand by him? I just think she didn’t want to wait for him to get out of jail (he did not have a lengthy sentence if I remember right) and also did not like the fact that he was not able to support her. Perhaps the true love of her life is herself, along with money and clichés.

Pure cheese:

… until you fuck up…

While I was working last night I thought about all the things I want to write about…so many things. I haven’t been writing much because I have been so busy and trés fatigue. Story of my life I guess. I actually thought about a really good memory that I wanted to write about a long time ago…need to put into my memory book still. It was about graduation — so many great memories to record from that time — but it made me think about all the things I need to do that I haven’t been able to, like seriously search for a better job and apply for graduate school in addition to all the writing I want to do. Sigh.

Right now I have my 3 nephews with me (more to write about that for sure). My nephews — their ages are 8, 5 and 4 (soon to be 6 and 5 this month…birthdays!!) — are very rambunctious and my husband and I are trying to work with them to get them to settle down a little. We have had the boys with us for 5 days now. They are a handful but I am glad to have them …though it does prevent me from doing all that I need to for me. I don’t know how parents who have lots of kids do it… how mother’s do it with many children (I suppose even 1 or 2 can be a handful at times…yes, I know 1 child can be a handful at time, ha), especially when they are close in age. It becomes your life and that is all you have to want to be is a mother. I have always known that is not me and that’s why I haven’t had children of my own yet…but somehow I always get stuck taking care of other people’s kids (definitely more to write about there). You have to do what you have to do I guess…