Single parent – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia – Mozilla Firefox http://ow.ly/csJ3P … I found this to be a very interesting read. What are your thoughts?
Oh you people with these neat laundry rooms on Pinterest… you should be flogged with a gallon of All Free & Clear! Who are you women with these clean laundry rooms? Are you mad? Are your children tied up in the closet? I want to know your names… you are not normal! I wash and wash and wash. Then just when I think, I am organized, I am ruler of all that is cotton fiber on a delicate cycle… THERE IS MORE FREAK’N LAUNDRY. Call the army corp, my laundry room dirty undies levee is broke! It’s going to be a flood of cotton boyshort panties attacking my dog in the night. You see the monkey in the picture people, he was washed weeks ago and he’s calling out for my daughter to rescue him for the hell he knows at the Laundry Vietnam. Marvel at my laundry room you bootleg Stepford Martha Stewart(s), it is a real reflection of bringing home the bacon, frying it up in the pan and have a 3 year old smear it on the pink dress you just bought her on clearance for picture day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m not bitter, I’m just observant. LOL!
It’s raining and I am sitting on the back porch enjoying the storm. There is something heavenly in the sound of rain, the feel of water and witnessing mother nature at her best. A beautiful calm has come over me, like the rain metaphysically washes the stress of life away. Each drop of water you hear chips away at your subconscious burdens and washes your soul until its renewed. I love the water, the rain, the breeze … Let the rain cometh! I will smile and let it wash my soul.
They say it takes 30 days to form a habit.
My old habit was Foursquare. I love the concept. I liked the idea of checking in and getting a deal. However, I found myself more and more checking in, no deal … just my commentary. Not too bad – social media whore that I am … I was totally okay with that. Queue narcissistic laugh here.
Then one day, a woman checked in to my house and became mayor.
I’m the queen of this castle. I’m the head honcho in charge. Some freakish geek who’ve surpassed my own geekdom has been checking into my damn house because it’s on Foursquare and now she’s mayor. So this heifer was checking into my house, more than I was.
CREEPY. SPOOKY AND JUST DOWN RIGHT BAD SOCIAL MEDIA ETIQUETTE.
Was she part of the homeowner’s association? Hello.
Danger Will Robinson, Danger. It was then that I decided, I learned how to check in to Foursquare and now it’s time for me to learn out to drop it like a hot potato. I mean if I’m at a special event like Jesus playing air guitar on stage with the Black Sabbath reunion tour… I’M GOING TO CHECK INTO THAT EVENT, YOU BETCHA’. However, if it’s not that fabulous… you don’t need to know where I am and who’s screwed up my damn latte! You really don’t.
I love you Foursquare, you do have a purpose… but it’s been real.
~E (They screwed up my latte a few times but I forgave them) Fabulous1
I was first introduced to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs when I was in high school. I found it intriguing because I was a scared kid on the inside and a part-time, rehearsed extrovert on the outside. At 16, I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, nor did I want to truly dig deep and find out what is it that my soul needed.
I am now 39. I wanted a great husband, a beautiful child, a nice house, fairly decent career and to feel loved all the time. In reality I had a husband, a child, a home, a waning career and for the last two years of my life trying to maintain that cycle (and not doing a very good job of it) I felt alone and unloved.
We all muddle through life with this power struggle between what we want and what we need.
My needs have always been very basic… safety and love, esteem and self-actualization intrigued me, but it didn’t drive me … I’m lucky because I’ve always been driven by circumstance or longing to change a circumstance. It is now at the tender age of 39… I realize that perhaps I should stop being intrigued with the hierarchy and examine myself as I relate to the hierarchy.
I still don’t know what I want… but I think the basic need of all humans is to be loved and then you take it from there.
…who knows… that’s just my 0.02 cents!