Angry white chick hates questions

One of those bitching days I think. People make stupid comments and ask stupid questions every day, today is no different but a lack of sleep has made me cranky and if it weren’t frowned upon I think I would smack em.

1. Are you pregnant?
Females of reproductive age suffer this question every time an upset stomach or a food craving occurs. It’s none of your business!

2. When are going to have another baby?
Well I didn’t HAVE a baby in the traditional sense so I won’t be HAVING another thank you. Of course they next question is always why not? Because my uterus has completely decomposed in some medical waste bag!

3. Why did they give her up?
She was not given up, given away, or rejected. It’s none of your fucking business why we are her parents and to insinuate that she was just dumped infuriates me to no end.

4. My cousin, friend, neighbor, etc. got pregnant right after they adopted, bet it will happen to you too.
I think that a severe infection would occur if the Dr put my rotted uterus back in so no I don’t think that will be happening, not really a fan of birthing maggots.

5. You are too young to have hot flashes.
No shit.

6. When are you going to adopt another one?
When you loan me 20K and carry the baby for me.

7. I didn’t know you were pregnant!
This comment always occurs after a co-worker that I don’t speak with about my personal life finds out I have a 1 ½ year old… my response is always “I wasn’t” and then I watch with my twisted humor as their face gets the inevitable questioning look.

8. Date of your last period?
I know the Dr’s office has to ask this, and if I was a new patient I could understand but it’s been almost 2 freaking years, can’t they ever read the damn file first?

9. Are you going to tell her she’s adopted?
Why, are you going to drop the bomb for us? Are you going to tell your kids how much you like anal sex? It’s none of your business!!!!

10. Awe, that’s great we thought about adopting too.
No you haven’t, you do not want a social worker prying into your private life, looking at your finances, checking out how clean your carpet is. Just because the thought crossed your mind one time when you saw Sally trying to convince you to feed an orphan doesn’t count as considering adoption. Stop trying to fit in!

Honestly I don’t mind discussing adoptions, hysterectomies, or astrophysics with sane people, but random strangers making stupid comments and asking rude questions brings out this sick, dark sense of humor and I start babbling about maggots and rotting uterus’ just for the small chance I might actually make someone vomit.

Then I can ask are you pregnant?

Brand names and stereotypes

I really don’t have an issue with Disney, I love Disney movies and characters and such. But I don’t want to plaster my child with their characters and give them advertising that I have paid for. I broke down 1 time and bought my little girl a pair of black elmo shoes, they were the perfect color for several of her outfits and the elmo/zoe on the tops of the shoes is pretty discreet so it’s tolerable.

I know some parents buy the stuff b/c their kids want it and it makes the little tikes happy… I have no issue with that. Right now there is a grown women sitting in my office with a Disney blanket (it’s cold in here) wrapped around her shoulders and there is a Disney notepad sitting on her desk. I have witnessed other Disney characters in her possession so today is not unusual. There is just something about a grown women flaunting her Disney gang on her body and desk that just makes my stomache turn.

And you know it’s really not that it’s a grown women with a cartoon fetish, it’s just in my little bubble it’s so not cool to have Minnie sitting right next to you all day. Obscure Disney characters that don’t get much play maybe. I have in my possession a purse with the Cheshire Cat on it. It’s not my current handbag, I have passed it on to my little one for her to play with, but in my realm the Cheshire cat is obscure enough to be more acceptable than Minnie. Maybe it’s because I was not a cheerleader, or a preppy little blond in high school. I hung out with the stoners and alternative type kids… maybe my choice of friends 10 years ago is still influencing my current taste.

The Disney Princess crowd is a whole other story. I do have a beef with them. What are we teaching our little girls when we show them movies where the lead female’s entire dream/goal is to land herself a nice prince and live happily ever after. We are setting them up for heartache and disappointment, low self esteem and body image…all before they are even out of diapers! Where is the princess who rebels, decides to put herself through college and have a career? Where is the princess who doesn’t really like kids and certainly doesn’t want to have any of her own? Where is the princess who eats too many doughnuts and can’t fit into that size 0 dress? What about the princess who doesn’t want a nice prince and starts looking for a princess instead? There are so many options in our society, why does Disney want all the little girls to stay at home and be good little housewives?
It’s not just Disney. Walk into Pottery Barn for kids, on your right you have the boys side, there is a solar system model hanging from the ceiling, dinosaurs, trains, and a blue kitchen where his woman can leave him some beer to guzzle while he watches the game. On the left side of the store is the girls side; complete with a pink house, pink fridge, washer and dryer, ironing board with an iron, and fake soap to use in the washing machine. A little kitchen with a stove for all her cooking and a grocery cart so she can go get her man some food. I know that given a choice that both sexes would play with all this stuff but it’s all PINK so you know who is really going to be buying this shit. All those little “princesses” learning how much fun it is to iron a shirt.

I feel like going out and buying my little one a calculator and teaching her how to do my taxes now.

Ranting and Raving

If your in a hurricane you do not get to live off the government for the rest of your life, Yes you will have to work again.

If you can't afford or don't have the energy to raise a baby look into adoption... there are lots of parents out there that will raise it better than you.

Don't buy size 2 underwear when you need a 12.

And for gods sake if you have 2 spare tires wrapping around your belly, take off the low cut tank top and low rise jeans and put down the f-n doughnut.

That is all for now.