Sometimes even I get vengeful.
There comes a point in everyone’s life where you think you’ve just had enough & in the words of my two year old daughter, “You done, son.”
Sometimes even I get vengeful.
There comes a point in everyone’s life where you think you’ve just had enough & in the words of my two year old daughter, “You done, son.”
Family is such a subjective term.
Last week, a homosexual couple were asked to leave a Blenheim Tim Horton’s because it was a “family friendly” environment. My first thought was that this was beyond rude. Then, I thought about how hilarious the idea of “family friendly” was.
It’s no secret that my family puts the fun back in dysfunctional. I was raised in the system & my daughters consider my friends their aunts & uncles. The sheer concept of this white bread, picket fence, 2.5 kids, hetero parents & a dog makes me laugh because so few people have that family.
The definition of family has changed so much, it’s hard to define what is & what isn’t. I’m a single mom raising three girls with little help from their dad. It’s not the Disney ending, but here we are. 50 years ago, a multi racial couple was horrible & a male teacher was a dedicated educator. Now, the former is the norm & the latter under suspicion. Single parents, step parents, multi racial families are part of normal life now, why wouldn’t a same sex just be another form of the normal family?
I have a girlfriend who plans to start a family with her wife. It breaks my heart to think that their family could be called anything but a normal family. It makes me sadder still to know that a common law couple who dresses a dog as their child would be considered more of a family than theirs.
Just because the group doesn’t fit the cookie cutter family, it doesn’t make them any less a family. As long as there is love, you’re a family & I’m sorry Tim Horton’s but love is always family friendly.
Sometimes life is messy.
Sometimes things get hard & you find yourself sitting in your bed thinking “WTF just happened?” I’ve had that a few times this week. First the test from Hell, then some dealings with the ex, then a confusing patch in a new relationship.
Normally, these sorts of dealings would send me into the tizzy to end all tizzys (& it did for a bit), but then something strange happened…
Yesterday I committed the most atrocious sin in my little world;
I failed a test.
I do not understand the concept of being “fixed.”
I’m convinced nobody actually knows what they want.
I’m the first to admit that I have no freaking clue about what I want. Sometimes, I want to find someone & maybe venture out into the dating world, until I stick a toe in the water. Then it scares the crap out of me.
People are strange.
Sometimes, the people you think are the biggest flakes turn out to be your strongest supporters. Sometimes your strongest supporters leave you in the dust without a word or an explanation. Sometimes, the ones we love the most break our hearts beyond repair.
We all remember where we were “that” day.
How can anyone forget the moments when the World Trade Centre crashed to the ground? That imagery will haunt our nightmares until the end of time. Our children will learn about it in school as the day our entire way of life changed.
Every year, over 179 thousand Canadians take their own life.
With the rise of cyber bullying, economic & relationship pressures and untreated mental illness, suicide rates are climbing at an alarming rate. In honour of Suicide Prevention Week, we should all take a moment to remember those who couldn’t think of another way out.
I have never thought there could be such a thing as being “too nice.”
However, apparently there is & apparently, I’m it.