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http://mommynieman.wordpress.com/

 

I’m still alive…

But, I started a new blog a few months ago.  I had unwanted readers that I didn’t want to cater too anymore. So, I started a blog anonymously to ward off those readers. If you still check this to see if I update and you want to know what my new blog is… Jest let me know and I will give you the new web address.

I may just stop.

I’m tired of writing and choosing my words carefully. I’m tired of not being able to be myself on “MY” blog because I don’t want to offend anyone past or present or cause anyone to say, “Is she writing about me”?

I don’t want to be writing for anyone but myself. I know you may say, so write for yourself and who cares what anyone thinks. I care. Because I don’t want to intentionally be cruel to anyone or make them feel less than perfect. No matter how strong and confident someone seems on the outside we all have our insecurities. I have had a wonderful and rough year. I have written about things and alluded to things but every time I do I see some sort of rebuttal. I’m tired of it.

I wrote a blog yesterday just wanting opinions from others on the subject. But, only my friends read this and I wasn’t going to get the feed back I was interested in. So, I deleted it. I deleted it because it made people uncomfortable. That’s not why I am here. I don’t know why I am here. lol I should just keep a journal. Maybe that’s what I will do.

I’m ready for the new year. A new start and new traditions.

Translation?

 

Dude, I love my husband!

P.S.

I had the best weekend! I am full of Holiday cheer and optimistic ideas about how the Holiday’s will go. My optimism may be short-lived but for today, I am optimistic!

I had a girls night in Seattle Friday night. Staying in a fancy hotel with two of your best friends and shopping till you can’t walk another block is definitely my idea of fun! We had coffee with peppermint schnaps and walked the beautiful streets of Seattle decked out in Christmas lights. Westlake Center had a caroling competition going on Friday night so we got to be a part of that frenzy. Before we knew it we had missed the window for dinner and ended up having a very late Cheesecake Factory dinner (yum!) then walked back to the hotel for some rest. We woke up early Saturday morning and did a shopping marathon anyone would be proud of. I bought most of my hubby’s stocking stuffers and a few other gifts. We had a late lunch at the Pike Place Brewery and walked Pike Place. I love Seattle! Add in two of the most generous, uniquely different, kind, fabulous women I know and it made for the perfect weekend!

Sunday I put up our Christmas tree and got it all decorated. Decked the whole house out in Holiday wonderfulness and then finally rested.

Plus, on top of all of that I got to see my niece both Saturday and Sunday! I wonder if they will get tired of me coming over? lol I love that little baby girl!

Such a fantastic weekend. I’m making my own Christmas traditions. This was the first of our annual girls weekend in Seattle. I already can’t wait for next year!

I love Karma!

Karma, I love you! It’s like we are on the same page.

 

Stronger

I am stronger than you. I am stronger than most. I always have been. Perhaps that is my downfall. Maybe that’s why it seems like I don’t need support. Maybe that is why I deal with my problems on my own and find solutions without much difficulty. Maybe being strong gives the message that I don’t need you. This is not true. Just because I am strong and don’t cry out for help does not mean I don’t need the reassurance that you are there if I should need you.

In many instances I have found that the weak are coddled and enabled to continue being weak. They are treated like children and constantly reassured that they are great. You are not great. You are weak. I have seen this in the professional environment as well as on a personal level. The person who can’t function without the help of drugs, therapy and a huge support system is given many opportunities when the strong person who functions fine every day by themselves is seen as dispensable because they will land on their feet. This is so backwards to me. The strong person should be rewarded for being so.

I will always be stronger than you. That is who I am. I don’t need a daily phone call from an encouraging friend to keep me going every day. I love life enough to keep going on my own. I will never understand the weak and the afraid. You make your own destiny and I am creating a wonderful destiny.

 

Winter Blues

I am so tired of being sick. I’m usually so healthy and don’t get sick much. I feel like I have been sick for a month now. My poor hubby has been sick for 2+ months and my baby has been sick with different things for a few months too. I’m ready for winter to be over and for all the germs to crawl back in their hybernation holes.

I am ready to feel better in general. I am so tired of my brain working on overdrive and playing games with me. I just want to not give a fuck really. I want to be able to tell people how I really feel about them and not come across as a bitch because really, who am I to tell someone all of their character flaws? But, on the other hand wouldn’t you want to know if everyone thought you were a bitch or that you treated your husband/boyfriend like dirt? I guess not. Most people don’t want to look in the mirror and accept those ideas about themselves. So, we all go on pretending like we are great friends and secretly think these thoughts about each other because it is politically incorrect to tell someone you think they need to work on their personality. We all go on ignoring the huge elephant in the room because no one has the guts to just move past it or resolve it.

Here is some good news. I’m an aunt. A very happy, proud, and loved aunt. My niece was born November 27th and she is so perfect. See for yourself!

Hilarious!!!

I found this on WP’s front page today…

Please describe yourself in the most annoying way possible.

Posted on November 28, 2011 by MaximumWage

So I was on a friend’s Facebook profile and I saw what I think is the most redundant, stupid and completely idiotic way to describe your self.   “I love to laugh!”

Well who the hell doesn’t love to laugh? Really?

“I tried it one time and I almost puked…” “Laughing? no thanks, I only do that when I’m depressed.” “I prefer not to laugh, it only makes me want to hurt children.”

So on that note, here are the worst ways people describe themselves…. All of them stupid. They are pretty common and you might have seen them on internet dating or other social media websites. Enjoy.

1. “What you see is what you get” 

If I were to see a chair, or a bicycle I think this phrase applies. It doesn’t take much thought to use either one. What you’re really implying, is that you have no excuse for your bad attitude so its take it or leave it. I’ll stick with the bicycle.

2. “Just a regular guy/gal here”

So that’s the best you could do? Making yourself completely devoid of personality? I think what you’re really saying is, “Just a regular person without any rainbows or puppies in my life, I like watching TV and stuff. I like to do things, and watch people doing things.” If you don’t have a personality that’s fine, just admit it.

3. “I speak my mind so deal with it.” 

I think what you really meant to say here is, “my opinion comes at random times inconveniencing everyone around me, regardless of whether it was asked or not.” You know what my mom said? “If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say it at all.” You should probably look into having some kind of inner monologue.

4. “I’m so ugly”

When I read this as a caption on Facebook all it really says is, “hey everyone, I’m fishing for compliments!” I swear on all that is holy, if I ever see one of these posts again on Facebook I’ll just reply with a “Yes…. yes you are.”

5. “I don’t like drama”

BIG RED FLAG goes up the pole, a loud siren sounds and your brain tells you to run as far away from this person as possible.

6. “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”

Its ok, not everyone gets to go to college. If I ever hear this phrase again, I’ll simply ask if they are sesame street smart. these phrases also apply: I went to the school of hard knocks, I went to the university of life. All are very cliche and what you’re really saying is that you spent all of your life making mistakes and paying for them.

I’m done writing on this topic it makes me hate people, and I hate doing that.

I thought the whole article was funny but you know what stood out… This….

5. “I don’t like drama”

BIG RED FLAG goes up the pole, a loud siren sounds and your brain tells you to run as far away from this person as possible.

You know why? Because I know these people. They say how much they hate drama constantly, but do they realize they are always the ones creating it?! No. Because they are narsasstic crazy people and they can’t see any of their flaws. Oh the irony in this.

I wish…

For world peace.. Seriously.

For the end of world hunger.

For the government to sort out this debt they have got us into.

For my daughter to live a wonderful, healthy life.

That I could get through to you.

I didn’t have so much anger in my heart.

My husband would be nicer when we fight.

I could afford to get all my closest friends what they really want for Christmas.

I didn’t have to have awkward conversations with friends significant others about inappropriate texting.

My daughter would cooperate more for family pictures.

My sister-in-law did not have to have a C-Section.

I had all the answers.

We could take a family vacation.

We could move… Away or down the street. Doesn’t matter.

I could take away the troubles of those I love.

Friendships weren’t so complicated.

I had more patience.

The world was a nicer place.

That my daughter never has to face the cruelty of other children.

That forgiveness was really as easy as Jesus would have you believe.

That I could budget my money better.

For more nights like Saturday night where my friends are all together having the time of our lives.

I could adopt every lonely dog in the world and every orphaned child.

Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish.