Showing posts with label poop for brains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poop for brains. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Brain, take one for the team will ya?


When one knows the track record of self preservation often tries to win over love...
Things get iffy
Little moments where you smile 
or little moments where you question...
what is my brain doing?
why isn't my heart fighting?
better yet, 
where the hell are my feet taking me?

We have all been there....
questioning ability
questioning worth
and even worse...
questioning fate.

Here's what I think
Brain...get with the heart...
it lives right downstairs
Be happy, have fun, quit worrying and ...
you know
stop playing games
do what you want,
we've talked about this before
the more you question
the harder it is
can't you just get it together
ya know...
quit thinking about the past 
and see if y'all can 
work together for a change
Be happy for Heart...
Brain, just take one for the team
just try it
prove
your self 
and 
them
wrong.


listen.....
god only knows 
and Brain, apparently.

xo,
from heart....
not Brain
write ya later,
m


Tuesday, July 31, 2018

life ...knock ya down again

Life is great .  You roll like a pro for a while then life smacks you in the face , just so that you know how good you have it. It is literally heart breaking.
People like to say, you don't understand... you don't get it.  Let me tell you something , I get it. 
People suck .  When you are a strong person it surprises others as to why you are so mistrusting.  Or why you need to talk shit out all the time....why you need support, not financial etc....but a bit of emotional support.  As a strong woman, I am not fucking stupid.  I am not passive.  I grew up the baby sister of 8 older brothers. They did not put up with my shit and they taught me not to put up with other's shit.  Is this a plus? 
fuck no.  
I trust no one. 
 I expect everyone to talk shit out and on top of that , honestly?...I expect almost every male, to fuck me over in the long run....so far I'm right (short of maybe one).   It sucks...because I continuously look for the good, but men can't handle strong, smart women.  They waiver.  They think it's awesome at first then they go out and look for a woman who will not question, will keep quiet and won't challenge.   I'm not into that.   I need a MAN. a man who can give support, talk, and let me know they can be in charge if needed, yet step aside and let me be me.

See this guy?    do you know him?   well I do.   
This is my Nephew , Brady Graves. read about him here.  
This is family....he's not the only black sheep in my family.  I come from a family of strong ass woman and these narcissistic men. You know what we do?  we feel guilty and take care of them . We support them and become enablers.  
Brady served his time,(prison, parole, etc.) he's not an idiot. He graduated the top of his class at the Academy and went into the Marines at the highest level.   You know what else he did? he started smoking meth. He blamed it basically on the women in his life.   It's heart breaking.  
Don't tell me I don't understand.  
Don't tell me I ask too many questions or that I tell it like it is.   
We support, we love , we are passionate, we take them in, we pay , .....
we are idiots.

This guy, above, he's on the wrong path again.   He blames everyone except the one who made the decision to smoke meth....even blaming the beautiful sister who has supported him from prison to rehab.   
He's a victim.....bullshit.
  He's a grown man making shit ass poor decisions and blaming everyone else.

I know many people won't ever get it.  But when you grow up around men who are weak, men who lie, cheat and steal ,then blame the mothers , daughters, and lovers in their lives ....us daughters, wives and lovers grow up bitch ass hard and hard as hell to love.   We are appealing on the outside then as soon as you get close you back away.  We ask questions....we trust too much until we don't, and we want emotional support.

There are not many men who can stand up to that....or to a seemingly normal family which has it's seedy underside.  lately, I find men weak ....with lack of ability to have compassion or to love outside their circle.   they are often so self centered it is repulsive.  
A man who says "I need my own stuff ....I don't know what to say....I can't support you emotionally" is not a man you want as a lover, boyfriend or spouse....They will never connect outside their personal space.

It's unfortunate.
write ya later
m

The closest way to a woman is to touch her brain, her emotions, her thoughts.
Talk, Listen.... question and think together
It's better than sex.....dope soul.  
ps: and don't smoke meth....

meth never turns out good

Unfortunately. watch for my nephew in the news again.....its; only a matter of time



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Can't be fun forever.

When you run, you have issues.  Issues you never imagined having.  Really, things you just never really thought about before.
I never had.  When I began running it was miserable.  I had to count the seconds which I could run.  I would set non realistic goals for myself, such as...."if I run all the way to the second mailbox there, I will buy myself a Lexus."  My smart side of my brain soon figured out I would NOT really be buying myself a Lexus...I would just brush it off and say, " really what I meant, is I'll treat myself to  Michelob Ultra"
My goals were small and short...just run for 2 minutes straight....then it became 5,10, 20 minutes.
It was very rewarding.
Then my issues began to take over, because nothing can stay fun and rewarding for long.
I couldn't get 3 miles without having to go "#2".  This began to dictate my running schedule.  I had to run in areas there were bathrooms or face the consequences.  It became stressful, which led to more #2.
These are things runners don't talk about often.  I never worried about blisters or knees, only potties and toilet paper.  
It is hindering me more than not being able to run 6 miles.
Running should be relaxing.  You run, think about everything from sex to taxes, unless you are me...I think about outside toilets and tall grass.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Psycho child

Not really sure what has happened to my 5 year old, but I think something has taken over her body. She has been an absolute Biatch the last 5 days. She is controlling and screamy...and we had an all out yelling match in the bathroom over toothpaste! I wanted to swing her around by her pony tail...but for the record, I didn't....but i swear to flippin God I wanted to...i really did. I know how everyone blogs about how perfect everyone and every thing is in their house, but I live in REALITY WORLD.
scene one (Reality World)

mom:~~~Olive, what is on the back of your sleep shirt?
olive:~~~I don't know, i can't see behind me (all with head wobble and hand on hip).
mom:~~~ OK...well, I'm trying to tell you that there is something on the back of your sleep shirt.
olive:~~~DON"T touch me, I will loooooook!!!!!!!
mom snatches back of sleep shirt as olive attempts to escape....(grab and smell)
mom:~~~~ IT'S POOPIE!!!!!!! HOW IS THERE POOP ON YOUR SHIRT....AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TRAIPSING AROUND WITH IT THERE?
mom runs around looking for skid marks on the couch and possibly walls.
(*^%^^*&^*^$&&)_#$#@@#%^#*!!!!!)

Big Brother comes on and says, mom...she just crapped in the bathroom...go look.
mom:~~~olive take that shit...i mean shirt off!!!
olive:~~~ I said...don't tell me what to do.

mom now starts screaming at dad who leaves and goes to garage as mom falls into a heap onto the floor...........thinking about how bad it is now...what will it be like in 10 years....please god...help me.