Do you read Andy’s blog? She’s the Creative Junkie. She is one of the most well written, most funny blogs I have ever read. I think I’ve been reading for about 2 years maybe? She’s got a way with words that I just don’t have. One of the first blogs that I began to read regularly and the one I put down if something asks for my favorite blog. Andy had a giveaway for $100 in Harry Mason earrings. She drew a winner, it wasn’t me. I was good with that. I still love Andy. But this morning I go to read her newest post and what do I see? This. Yep, that’s right. Her winner didn’t contact her. (I am not gloating, I promise.) She redrew. She drew me! How awesome!!! I get $100 in Harry Mason earrings. I’m drooling, I tell you.
I wear (wear, not own) one pair of earrings and have for the past, mmmmm 7 years. It’s a pair of silver hoops that Pato got me when we were in Mexico. Those in and of themselves have a story behind them. I think they were 50 pesos at this stand in his town. I loved them. He told the guy he’d give him 20 pesos for them. The guy said no. He said he’d play quarters with him for them. The guy said ok. They flipped. Pato won. He took the earrings. I looked over and saw this guy’s wife and little boy who was probably 2 sitting there and I said, give him the 20 pesos you were going to give him in the beginning. He said, I won them fair and square. I said give him the money. He has a family. He handed over the 20 peso and they’ve been in my ears since then, except for when I dress up, which is rare, and put in a pair of gold earrings of some style.
I’ve decided that I want this ear cuff and a pair of thread earrings with a dangle. I’ve got 7 holes in my left ear from my teenage rebellion days when my mom said, don’t you dare get your ears pierced any more times. I got grounded a week for disobeying and a week for each additional hole in my head that shouldn’t be there. And I didn’t do them all at once. I was grounded a lot. I had 4 in my right, but 2 have closed up. I thought the threads would be cool to thread through my bottom 2 (or 3 in my left ear) holes on each side. I’m all kinds of excited here!
Should we go over how I was grounded a week for each day I didn’t go to church when I was younger too? And we went to church a lot. We’re Pentecostals. Church is open like every day for something or other. I was grounded a lot for that too, all summer one time. (As my mom reads this and says, it wasn’t that much Heather, yes it was mom. LOL)
But, I digress, back to the earrings, that was a wonderful way to start my morning! Thank you Andy and Harry Mason!
It’s a good thing that happened, otherwise I wouldn’t have any blogging material. Nothing really happened yesterday. Ok, I made a supper that tasted like wet sweat socks, that was nice. Better than burning it. Which I’ve done quite a lot the last week. I think something is wrong with my stove. I charcoaled the steak that I cooked on Monday. I always use shake and bake on our steak then pop it in the oven. It was charbroiled. I burned the biscuit pizza concoction I made a few days before that. Everything has been inedible. Last night I decided I’d make the steak like I do chicken for chicken soup, throw it in with the fettucini noodles, make a fettucini sauce, mix it all together, and voila steak fettucini. It sounded so good. I took a bite and it seriously tasted like gym socks. Blech. The kids ate it all up. Jordan went back for thirds. I stopped him. He ate the rest of the pan when I was preoccupied nursing the baby. He’ll eat anything.
So, what do you think? Is it the stove? Or the cook? I vote stove, cuz normally I’m a good cook. Though maybe I get to distracted at dinnertime with the kids and am not paying enough attention to times? Who knows. I better get my act together though before my children waste away to nothing.
Have a wonderful day!
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ETA – because I needed to put this somewhere
I was just reading blogs and somehow came upon a link to this – I’m all for us women, right? We should be equal, equal pay for equal jobs, yes yes yes, I want to vote, I’m good with that. I’m happy that I can either stay at home with my kids or go out and work, whichever I choose, because I’m a woman and I have that choice. No man is going to hold me down, etc etc etc. Power to the women. What have you. I’m good. Really I am.
That being said – it’s a book. Lord have mercy people. I can even get a little of where they are coming from with the whole controlling boyfriend thing, but please, please give me a break with this part -
And once Bella and Edward are married, Bella must actually convince Edward to consummate their union, giving the idea that women are basically driven by hormones and lust while men are calm, cool, and collected. Of course, upon consummation, she is immediately pregnant with an unnatural child, proving that even within the sanctity of marriage sex is generally a bad idea. The birth of that child actually physically kills her; children destroy your life.
The end of Breaking Dawn, the last book, finds Bella happily married and a mother, and there her story apparently ends. She has achieved the highest of her goals at the ripe old age of nineteen, and according to Meyer, there’s nothing left to tell. Once you’re married and have children, you become completely unimportant, with no interesting conflicts left to your life story.
You’re kidding me right? Seriously. You wrote that? And believe it? That’s the message that was trying to be sent with the book? It’s about a vampire and a human who got married. The vampire has supernatural strength. He’s worried he would hurt her. It’s a STORY. And seriously, the underlying message of them having a child together was that children destroy your life? I may start banging my head on my desk over the idiocy of that statement.
And Bella had a huge calling at the end of the book. It was her power that saved everyone. Try looking at it that way. The woman, the central female character in this story, carried everyone on her shoulders (or behind her shield) to save them from the evil men (and woman) that were out to destroy them. The woman had the power! Power to the woman! Can I get a fist raised in the air for that ladies! Do we still call each other ladies? Is that cool to do? Wave your bras around (don’t burn them you might start a fire in your house) for the power that she gave a woman in the STORY.
This is why I will never call myself a feminist. Never. Because the people who call themselves feminists are usually looking for things that aren’t there. (Not all women who call themselves feminists do this, but there are many many who do.) See example above for proof of that. They’ve turned a strong word that used to stand for good into something I don’t want to be. For now, until I find another word, I am a woman. I embrace being a woman. I can do whatever a man can do, but I do not go around looking for hidden meanings, hidden agendas, etc that are not there to prove that the world is out to get women.
I’m sorry, I needed a place to vent.
And I’m sorry to the true feminists who truly do have women’s best interests at heart and don’t go around pulling the “feminist” card in places where it really is not justified, who save the “feminist” card for situations that truly need it, if I offended you in my rant about the other type of feminist.
Now have a great day from a woman who not only wants to be equal, but embraces her feminity, it’s who I am! It’s who you are and you, my fellow woman, are beautiful!
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