Sloth

sloth
 /slôTH,slōTH/

noun

1. reluctance to work or make an effort; laziness. "he should overcome his natural sloth and complacency" synonyms: laziness, idleness, indolence, slothfulness, inactivity, inertia, sluggishness, apathy, accidie, listlessness, lassitude, passivity, lethargy, languor, torpidity, slowness, heaviness, dullness, shiftlessness

This could not be more, me. today.  I've not on ounce of energy or gumption to do anything.  Seriously, if the house catches fire, just get my fur babies out.  Let me sleep and if I survive it's meant to be.  That is how mentally, physically, emotionally tired I am.  I cannot even get around to making a note to give a single fuck.  I don't even wan rum or vodka.  I'm just too tired.

I Sometimes Get Diarrhea Of The Brain

So yeah it’s been a hotlanta minute. Had a happy break and missing it already... I’m fairly disillusioned with humanity. Yes The Pirate and I had an actual conversation about me trying harder to care about people, or at least make an effort to try. In general I don’t. I see so many amazing humans that I actually want to see succeed and be happy and have goodness in their lives (which is why there are like less than 20 of you on my friends list or that I respond too. I see you and your compassion, your desire to do good. Thank you for that. ). The rest of humanity... I don’t hate. I honestly don’t feel anything for. Like your lives just don’t matter. I see your self entitled insanity and I just.... can’t. You lot are fucking exhausting.

So many amazing advancements In this world and none of them in the departments of humanity, compassion, betterment of the planet. We’re still trying to decide if racist behaviour, gender bias, human rights violations, homophobia, and animal cruelty are bad?

Seriously? It takes everything I am not to just stand and scream nonstop in an unending loop. We no longer know what is bad?

Ok morality is subjective. It is. No I don’t need your god or your advice. I need to continue allowing you to be you, me to be me; and if you try to hurt (mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually) me, mine, or the environment and those beautiful creatures in it I’ll shift my focus to you... and you won’t like it.

Don’t ask my opinion if you can’t handle it. I will not nod and smile in the face of idiocy not even if your family. For if good men do nothing, ‘‘tis evil enough.

I remember coming into FB not to yell at Markzucker Zuckerberg about freeing the nipple and being so damn gender biased that I want to puke.

I remember coming online to connect and catch up with people I don’t get to see too often and this is way cheaper than that long distance phone call.

I never once needed to check with FB on how to properly supervise my very active children, or if I should or shouldn’t vaccinate them. Those calls were up to me and not to be discussed with anyone but my health care provider. I didn’t require a status check on if it was too hot for my dogs to be in a car or that I shouldn’t feed them onions or chocolate. I didn’t have to hear about how I should spend my money, time, or energy. Or what/who I should or shouldn’t put into my Body as the decision was mine alone.

Never once needed to creep someone else’s posts. If I wanted to know how they felt I asked them. Good, bad, indifferent. Didn’t matter because it was how they felt and at the end of the day they’re entirely entitled to their feelings in the moment they are felt.

Never needed to have to block someone. I told them we weren’t friends and that was it. We went our separate ways and lived our lives and didn’t put on wigs or pretend to have different names or addresses to slink around and see what one another was up too.

I didn’t require going to my instagram or FB DMs to see a penis or 10; or to receive a compliment. If you have to private message a compliment... even if that comment Is “wow you are stunningly beautiful “ so as not to offend someone’s partner ... there’s something wrong.

I can happily say Mark, Jayne , Mist , John , Jess , Josie, Eve, Gill , Joey , Janice , Alison , Teri you’re beautiful, handsome amazing people and not for a second have to private message such as they and my awesome husband Scottie understands that it’s a compliment. And there’s nothing wrong with a genuine compliment. I appreciate the positive energy and compassion these people put out into the universe. I love that during some of my negative moments these beautiful souls show me there is goodness and light still out there even if I can’t see it in that moment.

I’ve tightened my circle greatly. Placing my energy where it is best served. My dogs are both nuts and the new one might end up being hairless ... he’s a hot mess with more issues than there are clouds... you know because “free to good home” is never free. The cat is a complete asshole but she’s our asshole and we love her.

My son is still my heart that beats outside of my body and my daughter is still my soul rendered visual. My ex and his family are still/always amazing fantastic people whom I love with all my heart. You all aided me in bring these fantastic kids into the world and even after or breakup you all held a place for me in your lives. That speaks volumes.

I hope your Saturday is filled with laughter and light. I’m going to feed to dogs and enjoy my farting oaf stink up the bathroom as I shower. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Up Too Long Unsupervised

Growing out ones hair is a tedious and frustrating task.  While attempting to will my top length to speed up it's growth, the sides and back were looking shaggy.  Overall I was beginning to look more and more tragically broke emo, and less sassy urban chic.  Hence while awake too long, and totally unsupervised I whipped out those clippers and undercut this shaggy bob I'm rocking while my hair decides if it'll grow or just remain in this tragically hip state of mind. 

The Mercury Has Dropped

So why the fuck am I still so hot under the collar?  I know I'm tired, but damn if I ain't acting hangry to the 10th power.  I can't even claim I'm pmsing.  I dare say I need a new outlook.  Or maybe just a swift kick in the ass.

Set It All On Fire

It was a dark and stormy night..... Not really. It was dark, cool, slightly muggy but overall it was just fucking boring. Thankfully even though my cell wasn't up and running like the charmer that it is; I was gracefully alone at another station. I loathe having to work with many of the self absorbed bitches that litter the plant like cat crap in the sand box. 5 minutes with little miss mail order and I have to remind myself that getting fired for violence in the workplace is a bad thing.

Asking for a friend...

I cannot tell you how many times I read a post with the "asking for a friend" byline.  It more often than not involves asking for something cheap or free.  This is doubly so when it comes to find a pet.  No one wants to pay for a pet and everyone seems to want a puppy or kitten...

Does no one ever take into account that a pet is a life long commitment?  Do they also neglect to face the reality that training a new pup is endless hours of training and sleepless nights?  There is so much to consider when bringing a pet into the family well beyond the , "we need food and bowls.."

 1- Elderly people with puppies is a BAD idea. You know the same kind of reasoning behind you only having your young kids *visit* with grandma and grandpa because your very active kids tire the grandparents out! Well what the hell do you think a puppy will do?🤷🏽‍♀️

 2- Elderly dogs rock! They tend to be low maintenance, most know the whole poop and pee outside but hey accidents happen (right grandpa???) everyone deserves dignity and a soft place to lay they’re very much loved head.

 3- if you’re old as fuck with a young dog/puppy what happens to the dog when you can’t walk, or worse get put into a home because your family can’t take care of you? Ok and yeah what if you die? Seriously your family is going to put you in a home... or they don’t have time to walk, feed, clothe, bathe, or take you out to your appointments so why do you think they’d do it for your dog?

 Be realistic. Get a fish

What I Wore: Sweat Soaked Edition

Bandana, red lipstick, Big Dog tank, yoga pants, and 30 Lbs of sweat. Charming...

With the temperatures reaching record highs, the plant has been like a vortex to a hell dimension.  Somewhere along the levels of 7.  No air, no reprieve, no help in sight.  We have been pounding back watermelon like an asthmatic craves air and have raced for our spray bottles like thirsty men for water.  Between hanging hot parts and emptying racks of newly dipped parts hot parts, we were itchy, bitchy, and ready to fall down flat.  Domina looked at though she was ready to blow a rather large hole in any wall possible should it bring forth a breeze, and I was ready to just grab ever fan and circle us like salt for protection.

Our new supervisor wasn't in which was a blessing.  While he claims to be "A keeper of the rules" he hasn't an ounce of compassion or common sense.  From everything that I have seen, he's less about human rights and far more about cutting costs by any means necessary.