Oh birth month...

So folks here we are July 29th the last weekend in July.

My birthday was a week ago, kudos if you can do math, and it was a good day. Yet it always reminds me of how short life really is.
Presumably I am half way through my life, if I live to be 62. THAT freaks me out big time. Super duper humongous big big time. Big time.

I am so petrified of death, I think I think about it every couple of days. I think about The Husband dying, my family, friends. It's ridiculous. I can't help it though. My brain just.... Sigh.

So, I am another year closer to death. Yay me.

P.S. 146 days till Christmas.

No kids for YOU!!

So blog world, I have come to the conclusion that I never want to embark into parenthood.

Never ever nuh uh you can't make me.

Hell to the no.

No thank you sir.

No. No. NO.

I hate kids. I hate all kids. Especially ones that can talk and move around.

Yuck.

I don't like them. They are like adults only mini.

I knew I didn't want kids from the beginning. Yep. I came out and thought, that was awful. Put me back in. Wait. Never mind, I'll just hang out out here she looks pissed.

Seriously though. In high school when we all started to have sex I thought wow, this is great. Then a few months later a girlfriend of mine told me she was pregnant. I actually asked her; "With a baby"?
Needless to say, that and watching her stomach stretch to near explodey size convinced me that I never ever wanted to go through that mess. Oh but yum, the messy crap would come later.
So yea, I've known since roughly 15, that I did not want to be a mother.

Then I met and married my husband.

I told him before we were married that I didnt want kids. He was fine with it. Or so I thought.
Fast forward 3 years and it is still a topic that is broached at least once a year.

This year was different. I told him in no uncertain terms, I will never have a kid. Nothing about parenthood is even slightly appealing. Not a single thing. Not the crying, pooping, drooling, talking non stop, money suckingness, attitude. Ugh. I could go on.

I've been successfully not pregnant for 16 years. Here's to 20.

No Sleep for the Thoughtless...

It really does amaze me, the things that pop into my head at any given moment.

People go on about their ancestors being slaves but they tend to over look the fact that roughly 60% of the people who came off of a boat were slaves. Indentured or otherwise. People sold their children into servitude for hopes of a better life. Folks gave up decades of their life for the chance to step foot on American soil. Not every one was a Plantation owner or an Estate holder.

I digress.

No one likes to look past their own soapbox.

No one really likes to bring up these kinds of topics.  I don't know why. Well, maybe I do but I'll feign ignorance with the rest of 'em.

Happy Friday the 13th.

Whats a "Heading" anyway?

Once again I have decided to pick up pen and paper.....wait. No. 

Once again I have decided to take to the internets to write type my inner most thoughts and whatsits.
Be prepared(or scared) for whats to come. Be on the lookout for lots of strikeouts(I love these), plenty of made up words, lots of brackets(?)(if that is what they are called) annnnd whatever other whozits I decided to rant on about...

Currently I am mortified upon reading my other blogging attempts. Boy oh boy are those dumb. (picture me smirking to myself whilst shaking my head in agreeance(made up word alert? Spell check is going bonkers right now) with myself, so, so sad). Are we even allowed to put brackets within brackets? Hmm. Dunno.

So yeah. I am an ill trained writer who thinks she has the below bits to write blog deals.. Haha, I bet actual writer will blow a gasket reading this drivel.

Welcome all to the mostly daily musings of me, Yours Truly.