So you may or may not have noticed- I've been gone awhile. Nothing tragic, but just a lot of life getting in the way. Not that I haven't done my share of projects in the past 8 months, but my creativity has been low. Really low. I've just had a problem with inspiration. When you look around here where I live, there are lots of people living behind miles and miles of brick and black iron fences. There is no trash in the median, no weeds, no graffiti, no bad pedicures and no dirty cars. Our parking lots at the grocery mega-store are free of grease stains and cigarette butts. We have choices beyond what is even reasonable as humans to be able to digest in a day.
I really thought that years ago when the women's movement was new, and I was young, that having having choices was a good thing. We burned our bras in solidarity, and then somewhere along the way we turned on each other. The competition to 'have it all' and 'be it all' gave us euphemisms like 'supermom' and we wore those badges with honor. And then it just got ugly. I'm glad I am not a young mother today, because what the overloaded media has put on y'all is just disgusting to me.
Every event in your child's life MUST be some BFD, chronicled and celebrated by scrapbooks and postings, and tweets. It's not enough to bake a cake for a birthday, there should be a cupcake tree stacked full of overly-frosted and bedazzled little gems, in step with the theme of the day carefully orchestrated for all to admire.
And you women with the 10 Christmas trees in your home- guess what? You don't have more Christmas Spirit than me, just a bigger bottle of Adderall. I recently read an article in a magazine about how a mother and daughter choose a different 'theme' for Christmas each year- this year it may be 3 French Hens, or mauve and pink, but they buy all new ornaments and see who can 'out-do' (read out-shop) the other for some kind of woman prize of I don't know what. So I'm going to say this for all of you right now- just stop it! STOP! We don't give a shit!
And I realize this is not a new trend, but as women we now are expected to have attractive assholes. Really?!? REALLY??? Cuz I was looking 'down there' with a mirror the other day admiring a bikini wax, which believe me in the 1970's was not even a term women used, and I have an episiotomy scar, and I was thinking it wasn't beautiful, but I wonder when it became necessary to care that this area was 'lovely'. I have to admit, the idea of vagazziling was intriguing to me, being a lover of the bling, but I am drawing the line at bleaching. It's like the last thing we as women should have to care about competing over, and yet now there it is.....is my asshole *pretty enough*.
Here is what I want you to know- what your kids and family cares about is just spending time with you. The days after Lyme took away my six-figure sales job and I was bedridden and calm are some of the days my kids remember most. Not because I was sick, but they could just lie on 'the big bed' next to me, and we could talk, they read books to me, we watched movies and got real one on one time. It was worth more to them than any fancy shopping trips to the mall or trips out of the state and they were just glad to not be competing with a Blackberry.
This whole competition for 'more' really just leaves you with less. The brainwashing and neuro-marketing that has been done in this country has you all clamoring for the worthless junk in excess. Just stop. Put down your phone. And just spend some time being still. I think you'll be surprised at the value it has.
Sorry that I've been gone awhile. I've been busy defeating a very stubborn and virus-infected computer program essential for our 'real' business. The evil dragon has been slain, and it's all downhill to the tavern from here :D
I rarely rant because I like this to be a place to come and get away from the negativity that so permeates our world these days. But rant today I shall because someone called me a 'fatty'.
Not someone that has ever seen or met me, mind you. But some loudmouth with a blog that based on bra size has determined I am not 'well endowed' but indeed, a fatty! I acknowledge I have probably, on an unkind day, called myself a fatty or much worse. We all have those times, although I try to love myself in whatever form I am taking on today. You see, I have been at both ends of the spectrum on weight, as a lot of women have.
I have mostly been on the slim side of the scale- a perfect size 6 most of my life. Today.....not-so-much. But I am healthy and *mostly* happy, and I can't say that has always been the case in the past, even on a skinny day.
So, on to this blogger....she has determined that there is a HUGE discrepancy in what can be called 'busty', after all, she is a 28G, and someone who is a 36DD is just a 'fatty'. I'm not sure I wore a 28 band size when I was in my training bras! But at 5'-7" tall and 125 lbs I wore a 36DD. If I was just a 'fatty' I was oblivious!!
What I want to know is why it matters? When are women EVER going to get past this catty, backstabbing and mocking monikers for other women? When will it ever be OK just to be who you are? To have your strengths applauded? Not to have someone say "she has such a pretty face....". Every one of us is here on a separate, but none less important journey. We all have vast differences in every aspect of our lives. Has it occurred to you, Miss 28G that I don't want to be you? That I am OK with being me? The 'Me' that has evolved over so much time, and through so many experiences. The 'Me' that has been a lot of things, but hopefully not unkind on too many occasions. I don't covet your Louboutins or your eyelash extensions. The things I have come to value are so much more intrinsic. I might be a lot of things to a lot of different people, but don't just call me a fatty.
So I have been having some deep personal issues lately and lets just say the summer is not going "swimmingly". I'm not sure why, but when things go to crap all I can think to do is bake something! With the abundance of fresh blueberries right now, and a desire to produce something different as well as quick and tasty for school-day breakfasts that will be coming up any day now- it just shouted "muffins".
Look at these little beauties!
I had a few people sample them and the response was great! There was also one suggestion to substitute pineapple or strawberry pieces for the blueberries, so I think I will be trying a few variations as well :D I did also sprinkle some coarse sugar on top before baking just to pretty them up a little.
I live in Dallas-Fort Worth and have been a designer of kitchens, baths and interior spaces for over 30 years. Pictures of my work have been featured in Designing Texas, Architectural Digest, Veranda and I have been in the news and on TV more than once.
After my life was turned upside down by a diagnosis of Chronic Lyme Disease I have had to work to change everything about my life. Lyme tries to steal everything it can. Your health, your family, friends, job, social life, energy, sanity, goals and dreams. But Lyme- you could not steal this warriors soul!
Every day is a fight to stay healthy, live within an energy envelope (which is something a total Type A has never known) and have some fun along the way.
Join me as I learn some new crafty skills, make a few mistakes, and keep some fun in my life!
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