Get To It, Mickey!

I am convinced that these people who "ask" me to do things for them have never done a spot of manual labor... in. their. lives.

Clearly, they think I snap my fingers and things hop to it as if I was a mouse in an oversized red robe ordering brooms and buckets o' water around.


No, readers.

I am not said mouse.

But it would sure be ah-mazing if I could snap my fingers and things just be done.

{now where did I leave my pointy cap??}

Thank You!

I finally got someone on the phone who doesn't hate their life or their job... Far too often am I "greeted" by these miserable souls who don't have an ounce of kindness left in them. And for them, I wish that today doesn't suck.

The end.

idiot

I had intended on writing a completely different rant, but when in the moment: What do you do??

What

do

you

do

?

When I say I'm over people, I don't mean I'm over EVERYONE - just ignorant people. And, yes, I'm using my own personal definition of the word as my guide.

And, for the record, if you think this post is about You, then odds are, you're probably right. 

No, you may not have been what fueled it this time... But there's a good chance you have in the past (or you will in the future). And you probably need someone to tell you that you're an idiot, too. 

YOU'RE AN IDIOT.

I'm actually doing you a favor. I mean, how on Earth will you know otherwise?? 

Everyone else has probably told you your whole life that you're right - or has at least appeased your way of thinking, in turn making you think you have a clue in your brain. 

But I'm here to tell you... You don't.

And, no, I can't tell you why you're an idiot. I'd like to throw out a "I guess you were just born that way" - but that's probably not true. Not completely. 

It's not your fault. I don't blame you - not for that, at least.

I'm sure it has been ingrained in you your whole life, and you know no different. What I do "blame" you for (for lack of a better word) is continuing to be ignorant.

idiot.

If I have to pretend I fit into the small-minded mold that is You in order to gain your friendship, then I feel for you... Deep inside, yours must truly be a lonely soul. Because no one - NO ONE - will ever be enough to enrich your life. Not your spouse. Not your children. Not even your own mother. There isn't one single being that believes exactly as you do, but you would rather close the door on anything that is "different" than exhaust yourself by seeing the good.

I realize it's a daunting task to step outside Yourself and find value in those that were not cloned from your essence. Like I said, you were probably conditioned Not To.

Just know that in barricading yourself, we all lose. 

Body Image

I am *ubber* excited right now (and I must be, because I never use the word "ubber" in my vocabulary, otherwise)...

I posted on my Facebook status that I want to do a photoshoot series titled "Body Image" and requested anyone interested in being one of my models send me a message.

Within SECONDS my inbox (and my phone) went nuts!! I had so many more people interested than I imagined would be!

And when I explained to them that this would be an "artsy" shoot - and not your average portrait session - they were STILL on board. Yay!!

I was inspired by an idea I threw by Ami at the end of our first 7SINS shoot we did a few weeks ago... She was already post makeup, and I just wanted to play around with the mirrors I had gotten for our first sin, Pride. Here's what sparked Body Image:

I think there are too many women out there who are so judgemental about their own bodies, and they don't see their beauty. I imagine we ALL have our "flaws" and bumps and scars we hide. No one is perfect... and that's where true perfection begins. Accepting who you are and loving every curve!

Also, there are vast numbers of girls/women out there who post these half naked photos of themselves on the internet, and that's All it looks like to me: That they're half naked. And it CAN be done in an artsy way, so it just kills me....

Why "model" in an itty bitty polk-a-dot bikini, standing there with your hands by your side & one knee popped??

Come on. You can do better.

And that photographer can do better.

Put some creativity in it, PLEASE!

Let's make some ART.

His. Mine. & The Truth

I have been cheated on by every boyfriend I've ever had.

Yes... every boyfriend.

It goes without saying, I'm sure, that I'm the common denominator.

So it must be "me" or something I did.

But, still, THEY cheated on ME... Not the other way around. I am the naive little twit who has yet to experience the form of guilt that comes from being unfaithful. I've always been more of a battered dog who sticks around after the fact, hoping I can put the pieces back together. Because I'm a fixer, and I can fix anything. Right??

This is why my blood boils when I hear family members and/or friends of theirs rave about what a saint these unfortunate gentlemen who have dated me are. I can literally feel the anger to my core.

"I'm glad you think my brother deserves some happiness for all the hurt you put him through! Since you obviously can't take a hint let me spell it out for you... My brother has forgiven you because he's got a big heart like that, and I love him for it. But me? You hurt my brother to the diabolical extreme, the way YOU did. You're on my shit list for life. Keep your name OFF my family members' pages. I don't wanna see your name or your stupid comments."

Wow.

Words cannot describe the mixture of rage and pain building inside right now as I reread that blow. A part of me wants to comment back on the irony of her defending her brother's honor and bringing up words like "faithful" in the same breath, when there was a time I was forgiving him for his indiscretions with, not only his ex-fiancé at the time, but some other chick whose name I didn't even know, as well.

[And those are just the ones he told me about.]

Yes, I see... I'm the bitch who ended the relationship. My fault. Completely. It's so big of him to have given me his forgiveness.

Ironic.

I really despise when people open their mouths without knowing the whole story. But most people don't choose to dispel their own fault in things, do they? No, most people play the martyr and caress their violin for their friends and family - which is odd, being as these are the people who are supposed to be the most accepting of us, right? We can't tell them the truth... What will they think of us?!.

So here I am, The Devil Incarnate, blogging about it... instead of tearing the wings and halo from this girl's faux perception of her brother for the world to view. But I imagine her devotion to her brother is much like mine to my family: nothing and no one can shake it. So let her have him cloaked in gold, wearing a robe. What good would it really do to point out that he is a mere mortal and actually made mistakes in this life?

Sure, my ego would boast with pride and a "we showed her" - but only temporarily.

Then what?

Then I've dished out the diabolical cruelty I've been labeled with.

Besides, as one of my grandmothers once told me... There are three sides to every story:

His. Mine. & The Truth.