Oh Yes Son, I’m Talkin’ to You.
It always seems like a good time to write a blog when shit is pissing me off OR when people need to get punched in the face.
SameSame.
I am sick of the phrase “it is what it is”. Stop saying it.
1) It IS NOT what it is if you make it something else
2) That is such a passive aggressive statement.
To me, people who constantly say this phrase are always going to refer to it when they are too fucking unmotivated to change whatever “IT” is.
“My boyfriend is a piece of shit … oh well … it is what it is I guess.”
Are you fucking serious?! If your boyfriend is a piece of shit – LEAVE HIM. It is that simple. “It is what it is” translates to “I don’t think I am worth anything better so I will just settle for this loser motherfucker and bitch about it every 5 seconds of my life.”
I am over it. O.V.E.R.
I wrote a letter to my fat self yesterday. It was my half-assed attempt to kick start my absent motivation to get it together. My pants are snugger than they should be – and it is 10000000000000000% my fault. It worked, for the most part … but I am still too tired with very little time to do anything I need to do in order to feel good again. Why am I opposed to working out at home? I don’t know. That is goal #1. Crunches again before work and bed. Well, I guess it is goal #2 … because goal #1 was taking the stairs 3 flights every day, 2 times a day.
I hate that shit so much at 8AM.
I am sick of people asking me when I am going to have another baby. UM NEVER. And then when I say “never”, they are like “oh suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure you won’t.”
Bitch what about NEVER did you not understand. I get that when I see a baby I freak the fuck out and smell their fucking faces off … but then I get to give them back. HELLO. Best part of not being the owner of a newborn EVAR.
Speaking of parenting, and babies … I am sick and tired of irresponsible parents. Parents that put everything in front of their kids. Parents that would rather take care of a man than their child. Parents that get fucking pregnant because they apparently forgot what fucking birth control is (I know there are exceptions so shut it) and run around the hood, high, drunk and unsanitary as fuck.
“Oh I never wanted this baby”
Bitch nobody asked you. Now, you have kidS that are out there, being put in foster homes because instead of getting your shit together like YOU ALREADY HAD DONE, you are shooting drugs in your arms like it is your full time JOB and neglecting your GD responsibilities. Guess what? It stops being about what you want when you procreate. Everyone is fighting to save this beautiful child from you and your toxicity.
“But I love him.”
Again. It stops being about what you want when you have a kid. No one should have any part of anything if you aren’t able to take care of your child.
Watching these kids suffer because of their idiot, selfish, SICK fucking parents makes me so sad.
My life is not perfect. I am not the perfect wife, perfect friend, or the perfect mom. My kids drive me nuts, and I have been told that I yell too much when I get angry. I have very little patience, and sometimes I demand my way.
I get it.
But the difference between myself and my observations (I think) is that I own my shit. Always. Even if it sucks and I am embarrassed by my own mistakes. I put my kids first. Even when it fucking blows and I REALLY don’t want to.
Random thoughts I have had recently:
Stop waiting for life to happen to you. Stand up and do that shit yourself.
Stop guilting your way into things.
Knock off fakeness. Be real for a fucking change.
I have zero desire to see your penis.
Your drama makes me never want to hang out with you.
Negativity and insecurity will get you nowhere.
Lastly,
“If you don’t like where you are in life, then change it. You are NOT a tree.” <-- my mantra.
Who are YOU talkin’ to?!
1. I love you.
2. I yell way too much when I’m pissed too.
3. Apparently this is beat on Lyd night, but I had my Hennesy, so I can take it. You and my friend O are saying exactly what I need to hear, regardless if I want to hear it or not. In this case, I do, but still…. and no, I’m not a hoodmama. lol
4. I WISH I could hang that slap a bitch pic in my offie, but my dad doesn’t allow cursing.
1. I love you too.
2. I am glad I am not the only one.
3. I know you aren’t a hoodmama. <3
I wish we could hang out.
Thanks. I needed the <3 today
I know, we do need to hang out. Geesh, I need a job so I can come visit.
No crap. Come see meh!
Thank you for being so wonderfully perfectly real.
Erm – what happened to my comment.
<3 Thanks for being you.
I am still pissed at my brother and parents.
And I need to stop making excuses for not doing what I need to do.
I would be too.
I say “it is what it is” quite a bit lately. I am trying to make myself ok with the fact that my life is pretty much on standstill until March. Then I get my license back, can get another car with my tax refund, and can go to beauty school and start my life again. But I digress…
And I also have to confess something…you are making me get my fat self under control too. I was looking at your halloween pics and you just looked so hot and I need to get back on it and get back down to the size 10 I used to be.
Ah … but it isn’t “what it is”. You have a light at the end of your dark tunnel, beauty. Don’t you see that?
“It is what it is” is when nothing is changing. When you accept something for how it will be and the fact that it probably will never change. Knowing that you have a plan in March takes the phrase away.
Oh sweetheart. That is what I needed to hear today. I felt so fucking fat last weekend. I feel so fucking fat everyday really. On the inside. I am not treating my body very well, but I am taking control of that.
Do you want to join my motivation group?
I do see the light…however right now its difficult because I still have 4 months and the holidays are in there. I’m just ready to start my life over and get myself back on track.
You are not fat doll..you are beautiful!! And yes I would like to join
You could have a YEAR and 4 months.
I have way too little patience these days. I, too haven’t been to the gym enough and am feeling. I take full responsibility for the fact I am a stress eater.
I know I am not a tree and I do feel way better telling my former employer to eff off and it worked! I had the documentation AND the truth so I should have done it earlier instead of letting them make me feel bad.
I am not as a positive as I should be but each time I get jacked up and excited after three freakin’ interviews and then get told no it takes a toll. I DID learn something from this process when I had four different employers tell me to look higher up the food chain. It was nice to learn I was being under-valued for my skills in my last role….sigh, but I also realize if I don’t get hired by Thanksgiving I probably won’t get a new job until mid-January after the holidays AND that is totally stressing me out…
I am weird about stress eating. Sometimes, I am so stressed that I can’t eat. It is usually when D and I are in a rough patch. Any other time, I totally stress eat. Have you thought about posting motivational pictures, quotes, etc on your cupboards/fridge? It has helped remind me what the bigger picture is.
I am so proud of you for doing that.
You are going to be fine. Use your severance wisely and your UE will cover your basics. If anything – maybe look for something part time during the holidays?
Praise the lord with this blog. You are on point. You create you life. Some people need to stop waiting for other to do shit for them. You are grown. ACT LIKE IT.
P.S I like it when people own their imperfections. It means you realize what they are. Some people act like they are perfect, when they should be slapped the fuck out and bak into reality.
That is just my two cents. Opinions are like assholes. They ain’t pretty and most of them stink like shit.
Love you,
Kanisha
I love you. We have had extended conversations about this. I am sick of holding people’s hands through life.
You know how I feel about your ass. Rawr.
Thank you for writing this. It really resonated with me because I am dealing with extreme levels of work related stress due to a bully boss. I have been bringing my concerns about her to my HR department since last May and she continues to be the same bully she has always been. I tried to adopt the British ‘stiff upper lip’ (since I work in the UK) but I can’t keep telling myself ‘it is what it is’. My company has the duty to provide a workplace that isnt hostile and has the duty to deal with this woman so I can work in a pleasant environment, free from unneccessary stress. I recently hired a lawyer to help me deal with this but I have been having trouble finding the courage to stand up for myself. I need to convince myself I am worth it and being bullied, even as an adult, is wrong. I need to get my notes together and file a grievance with my company.
You absolutely do. Honey, you have rights as an employee and they have laws that protect you from these types of situations.
Being afraid of repercussions is natural. But what do you have to lose, other than a job where you hate being because your boss is a cunt rag?! I would update your resume and start proactively looking for a different job to prepare for you losing your job for standing up to her. In the US, they cannot do that – but I don’t know about the UK.
Good luck. I am always here if you ever need an ear, or a kick in the pants.
#1- I love your voice and you should write more blogs. This is not phony, this is truth.
I know its not purge Friday but I am gonna anyways because I am really feeling all of it. This entire blog.
*clears throat*
It is what it is. Oh hell no. He most definitely IS NOT how it is. For the first time really, I am SO glad to be getting rid of my piece of shit husband. Like REALLLLLY glad. Relieved. A weight has been lifted and I am finally starting to breathe again. I hate passive aggressive. And he is both. Mean I tell ya. Just mean. Aahh..peace out bioooootch.
“Watching these kids suffer because of their idiot, selfish, SICK fucking parents makes me so sad.”
That statement right there..its how I feel every damn day. SAD and angry as f@ck for how my children are being neglected/treated from their POS father. I just do not understand how he does it. I cant even fathom. *SMH* I am glad though. I would never want to be one of the schmucks that put themselves before their children. Although, I could use more than 4 days a month to be able to do “me” things. But whatever. Once support enforcement is sticking to him, I should be able to afford a sitter. OH YAH!
I AM NOT A TREEEEE! (but if I was, I’d want to be one of the really cool talking ones from Lord of the Rings. haha)
You know what – they are going to respect you SO MUCH for having their back and, they are strong boys. It is gonna be rough, but they are surrounded by so much love that they are gonna be okay.
I say “It is what it is” when ‘it’ is something I need to accept, so that I can find a better way to deal with it. To stop fighting ‘it.’ I.E.: Irish is ALWAYS going to get mad at me for being pissed at him. It doesn’t make sense, but it is what it is. I can’t change him or his reactions, but I can stop feeling guilty for making him angry/ruining his good mood and just ignore him until he’s ready to be an adult and talk to me and figure out WHY I’m pissed at him and try to fix it.
I’m also in the ‘my jeans are more snug than they should be’ stage. I also HATE working out at home – especially if the boys are home. But I had a work acquaintance, whom I’ve wanted to get to know better for a year or so now, approach me about going walking together. We went for the first time on Wednesday and did four miles at a park I didn’t know existed and had a fabulous time. The goal is to hit three times a week for the rest of the year, and then go from there.
Also, I love you.
Okay – in THAT case, the saying is used as intended.
YAY for new friends who have similar interest. I am working that out as we speak. For now though, I take the stairs and do crunches in the bathroom before my shower.
Baby steps, yes?
You cannot love me more than I love you. It is just not possible.
I don’t really like a whole lot of people. YOU, I love.
I’m all about accountability, and I believe every should not merely be held accountable for their words/thoughts/actions, but should hold themselves accountable.
Too many people tend to mistake excuses for reasons.
<3