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O.K.

Disclaimer: This is not going to be fun to read.  This is going to be a teenage girl venting about her stepfather, who really isn’t a terrible person, just an asshole personality-wise.  Also, there will be some mild swearing.

So this TFIOS saying is beautiful; a majority of readers want an “okay” with someone special.  It’s touching.

However, the word “okay” has been banned in my house because according to my stepdad, it’s “dismissive as shit.”  Thank you for that.  I appreciate it.

I appreciate that you feel the need to say everything I do to take care of the six dogs you’ve amassed is wrong.  “Don’t leave them behind the gate; he’s still little.” Okay, what do you want me to do to separate him from the dogs that might pick a fight with him?   Do you want me to force all these dogs into very specific spaces before getting the other dogs outside who will pee and poop in their cages?  Would you like to offer any sort of solution or just get pissed at the way it’s being done?  Would you like to do it yourself? Because you kind of seem to do the least with the dogs, so… I feel like you’re not the authority on all things dog.

Which okay, I’ll grudgingly accept suggestions for improvement- I may be averse to criticism but I listen to clear logic- but not from a belligerent asshole who won’t peel himself away from a computer game to let the dogs outside.  “Haily! Will you come let the dogs out? Thanks!”

WTF.

Do it yourself or stop telling other people how to do it.  Okay?

 

 

Life and stuff

A Tax on Vaginas: My Comeback Story

Look!  There’s another post on this website that my ten or so followers have definitely forgotten about after over a year of silence.

And look!  It has the word vaginas in the title!  This author has clearly changed.

Actually, my last post was about abortion, so… kind of the same thing.  Abortions definitely are related to vaginas…  I really need to not use ellipses because you know kinda less than formal, but I’m writing this as I would say it, and I’d definitely be inserting some dramatic pauses/weird faces in those ellipses.

Quickly, here’s the deal on me returning to this blog: no idea if I’m going to keep up with it, no idea what I’m going to want to write about from day to day.  Probably sometimes books and recipes like before and sometimes I’m gonna talk about vaginal taxation because I get really worked up about stupid stuff.  But I’m going to try to be on here and interact with the rest of the blogosphere because my real life is kind of stressful right now with the whole college application, last year being a kid thing, and I’m kinda in that existential crisis phase, so I need an outlet (i.e. a random blog where I can spew thoughts into the abyss of the internet.)

First thought upon returning: why on earth are there taxes on pads and tampons?

Let’s throw menstrual cups and all other menstrual blood absorbing/collecting/stopping devices in too because I don’t discriminate.  Unlike the Government Taxation Dipwads who are taxing my period.

I should not be charged for having a uterus.

That’s ridiculous.

Food is not taxed because it is necessary for life.  Since we aren’t sending women to sit alone in huts during their period anymore, I would argue that sanitary items are also necessary for life.  I can’t go about my day-to-day activities with blood streaming down my legs.  Everyone will ask me, “Oh my gosh, are you ok?  We need to take you to the hospital!”  And I’ll say, “No need.  This happens every month.  You might need to reupholster that chair I sat in though.”

In my state of Ohio, I can get breath mints without tax.  But if I use those mints to get frisky on my period, I’m gonna need some pads too.  Otherwise, my date’s going to think I am either an unsanitary idiot or dying.  I guess it could help me weed out the necrophiliacs, but I hope that I’m capable of discovering that without leaking bloody goo all over the place.

And you know what I can get for absolutely free?

Birth control pills and condoms.

If I were pregnant, I wouldn’t have to worry about my bloody vagina, but that would really defeat the point of all those safe sex, stop teen pregnancy campaigns, now wouldn’t it?  So since you’re helping me not be pregnant, you should really help me prevent a Carrie incident while my body’s shooting out blanks.

Because I’m really proud of that line, and I want to save some of the period complaints for another day, I’m gonna sign off here.

Smiles!

But frowns for the taxation department.  I mean seriously, do you think I want to have to wear a pseudo-diaper or shove a stick up myself for a week?

Life and stuff

Wattpad and Abortion

This post’s been sitting as a draft for awhile, and now, I’m going to publish my crazy since I promised a post today and only have 14 minutes until it’s technically tomorrow.  Please, don’t be offended by the following; I don’t think it’s offensive, but I’m giving it a disclaimer anyway. Now, onto the show…

Wattpad and Abortion.

Yes, I am sticking by that title.

It’s not weird.

Ok, maybe a little.

In fact, I’m experiencing severe titletular regret right now- regret pertaining to the naming of a certain piece of work, often the best choice compared to other options.

But looking past the title, let’s get to the meat and potatoes, or rather wattpad and abortion.

A while back, I leapt into the wattpad world and was very happy with what I found.  I read some of Miranda Kenneally’s excerpts, found an Amanda Hocking story(Forgotten Lyrics), and some cutesy romance.  And I’ve been planning on sharing.

It seems like a really awesome community, and there are some really great stories on there, so you should check it out.

Now, onto abortion.  Stuff’s about to get real.  Also, spoilers for a certain Wattpad story, Cherry Knots, are coming.

This short story, Cherry Knots, that I read on Wattpad was good; I flew threw it one lazy Sunday.  However, I got kind of pissy at the end because, well, the big secret that the main girl had been keeping the whole time was that she’d had an abortion.  And I realized I have some very strong opinions on the topic that I believe are worth sharing.

First, some background about the story.  The main character is recovering from severe depression and constantly hinting about what caused her depression, bringing up a mysterious person that slept next to her in her bed and that she did something to that caused her to die.

Throughout the book, I was reading some of the comments, and the suspicions were split between sister and baby.  I was hoping it’d be a sister because in my experience, teen pregnancy usually ruins YA books.  My hopes were crushed.

It’s revealed that the girl got pregnant, had an abortion, and regretted it afterward because she ended her daughter’s life, thinking at one point:

It was the way I sometimes dreamt of her, what she could’ve been, what she could’ve done, had I actually let her live.  It came to the point where the guilt weighed down so heavily I honestly felt like I didn’t deserve to live.”

I understand that viewpoint of abortion.     The one where a potential life is destroyed in the womb.  The one where it’s immoral and causes guilt.  I don’t mind that view in people who have experienced this.  Who have been put in that situation and had to consider that.  It’s completely fair to feel that way for them.  However, the anti-abortionists, especially the religious nuts, who are against it…  I have no patience for them.  Because it’s not their right to state it’s immoral.  It’s for the accidentally pregnant girl/woman to decide.

And here’s my main thought concerning this topic:

Sure, there’s a potential life being destroyed in the womb, unaware, nothing more than a little bundle of cells.  It may as well be a fly, it’s so small. (By the way, another thing, do most people concern themselves with killing flies?  No.  All righteous anti-abortionists out there, do you kill bugs?  Because if so, I want to slap you even more.  Make up your mind.  Are we killing living things or not?  Also, how many meat eating anti-abortionists are out there?  Because I can’t take you seriously, either.  You do realize that those poor genetically modified chickens you’re stuffing down your gullet are actually aware when they’re collapsing under the unnatural weight of their bodies and having their internal organs fail trying to sustain all that weight?  While we’re at it, why don’t plants generally get acknowledged as having souls?  I mean, Spot or Fido or Fluffy dies, and you tell the kids, “Don’t worry, he’s up in heaven,” but your ficus dies, and you’re like “Darn, hopefully I can reuse that pot.”)

…Sorry ’bout that.  Self righteous vegetarian speaking, er, typing here.

Anyway… yeah, sure, there’s a potential life being destroyed.  But what about the actual life that’s just hitting its prime, unprepared for a child, completely aware, possibly ruined or greatly disadvantaged going forward?  Yes, I mean the mother.  And the father, for that matter.

Now, the thing is, I can’t talk about what it’s like for a would-be-mom, especially a teen, trying to decide whether or not to get an abortion.

However, I can provide the viewpoint of an accident.

Yeah, I was not planned.  My mom was 19, which is better than many, but still not exactly the age at which you want to have a kid, especially considering the fact that she was in college and living with her mom and definitely not with a guy who was completely together.  Not to insult my dad- I love him- but his choices aren’t exactly fantastic sometimes.

And again, I can’t tell you what she thought at the time.  I can’t tell you if she wished it’d never happened.  I can’t tell you if she was happy.  I have no idea.  I’ve never talked to her about it.  It’s kind of an awkward thing to bring up.  Like, “hey, you know how you had unprotected sex with my dad unmarried at 19 and became a poster child for accidental pregnancy?  I’m cool with that, since you know… Existing is kinda nice.”

Anyway, I can tell you how I felt when I realized I was a mistake.

I can tell you about my guilt.

The guilt that came with always wondering if my parents’ lives would be better if I’d never happened.  If they would have better jobs.  If they would have better paramours.  If, if, if, the list goes one, but I won’t bore you.  I often wonder if that’s why I’m so desperate to please, never inconveniencing anyone, even if that means just not asking a simple question.

And the thing is, my life is good.  I have a pretty great life.  I’m loved, I have a great family, I go to a wonderful school, I’m pretty spoiled, too.  I mean, yeah, there are some things I wish were different, but don’t we all?  I can’t imagine how much worse that guilt could be if my life weren’t so great.  If my mom had struggled more with raising me or had been abandoned by her family.  And that’s how a lot of teenage pregnancies turn out, I think.  The person isn’t ready, their life is screwed over (both parents), and the new life they create (that was possibly saved by choosing against an abortion) can be so full of guilt and bitterness and sorrow and hatred that there’s… simply suffering from all parties.

So, yeah, I think abortion is a completely justified decision.

I’m not going to get into anything else on the matter because then I’ll get worked up and sound psychotic.

I know this was kinda heavy, but I felt that I needed to share, so….

Smiles!

 

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Apologies, Announcements, and Asservations

This is not going to be a real post because I had a stroke of brilliance moments ago concerning a matter of great importance- a friend’s birthday- that I simply must act on, but I felt I owed you an explanation for my absence , since there are in fact 10 of you followers now.  Wooooooo!!!!!!  10!!!  It’s such a  big number!!!  It’s got two digits!!!  Woooooo!!!!!!

I was excited when I saw that.

Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t been on the past two weeks.  I was just getting in my groove; I know.  Unfortunately, exam stress and the end-of-the-school-year rush to cram those last few chapters descended upon me, and made it rather improbable to do anything.

Which sucked.

And I felt bad because, well, apparently some people enjoy my craziness, since I HAVE 10 FOLLOWERS!

I could’ve tried to post something, but I figured nothing good would be coming out of my test addled brain.  And the same thing goes for today because I’m still kind of addled.

So there’s the apology.

Next, the announcement.

I’m on summer break as of now, so I’m likely going to be able to post regularly for the next three months.  I’m going to be active on here and social media and Goodreads.  I hope.  I hate making promises, in case I can’t keep them, but I should be able to.

Now, the asservation, or promise.  Yes, I had to thesaurus.com myself a synonym of promise that starts with “a”.

I promise, starting tomorrow, I will have real posts ’til the end of the summer.  Cross my heart, hope not to die because that would screw up my plan.

See what I mean about test addled.  That was not my best joke.

I’m going to keep this brief because I simply can’t think of anything more to say, except thanks again, you ten followers, you make my day.

Smiles!

Books, Reviews

Sweet Reckoning ~ A Review (or maybe just fangirling…)

Ok, let’s get the book info out of the way before I unleash my inner fangirl. Sweet Reckoning (The Sweet Trilogy, #3) Sweet Reckoning by Wendy Higgins It’s time. 

Evil is running rampant and sweet Anna Whitt is its target. Nobody knows when or how the Dukes will strike, but Anna and her Nephilim allies will do anything necessary to rid the earth of the demons and their oppressive ways.

The stakes are higher than ever, and Anna is determined that the love she feels will be her strength, not a liability. But trying to protect the ones she loves while running for her life and battling demonic forces proves to be perilous—especially as faces are changing and trust is fleeting. When the Duke of Lust sends Anna’s great love, Kaidan Rowe, to work against her, Anna must decide how much she’s prepared to risk.

In the most sensual and fast-paced installment yet, Sweet Reckoning brings all the beloved Neph together one last time to fight for their freedom. Goodreads ~ Amazon ~ Barnes&Noble FIrst of all, I’m going to mention that this is the third in a trilogy, and if you’ve made this far, you didn’t need that synopsis to know you’d be reading this.  I mean… Kaidan Rowe is in it.  To those who haven’t heard of this series before, the first installment is called Sweet Evil, and you should read it because it’s adorable. I have to admit, I got started on this series because the cover of the first book was to die for.  I know, I do judge books by their cover, but I’m so happy I do; it led me to this masterpiece.  I have loved these books, as have all of my friends, and I was so sad to see it end but happy to find the characters at long last getting what they deserve. Now, onto the actual review (if you can call it that.)   I decided that for this book, instead of letting my brain pick apart every faulty scene and annoying quirk, I’d let my heart do the talking because man, did this book give me the Feels.   So… AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  KAI AND ANNA!!!!! OHMYGOSH!!!  CAN I JUST JUMP IN THIS BOOK AND HUG THEM?!?!??!?!??!!?!?  JUST… JUST… SOOOOOO SWEEEEEEEET!!!! … … … Maybe my brain needs to be involved a little bit. I’ll admit this book had its faults.  It was somewhat slow and could use a touch more action at times.  There was a certain… event that I didn’t like and didn’t see the reasoning behind; it really seemed rather unnecessary and frustrating and super unlikely.  I mean come on, everything would have to go wrong for that to happen, and wouldn’t Jay want to, like, take precautions?  You’ll understand if you read the book. Maybe I’m a little more annoyed at that thing than I thought I was, but I’m willing to let it go because, well, the ending of this book is perhaps the best ending I have ever read.  The last line especially was absolute perfection. Trust me on this. I am a reader who believes a crappy last line can ruin a book.  Just to restate, I am not talking about an ending.  I am referring to the very last sentence of a book. I have gotten to that very last line before, thinking “oh, this is pretty good,” then that last sentence is something cheesy or ridiculous or totally un-profound that doesn’t do its job of placing a little bow right on top of the present that is the story, and my “oh” turns to more of an “eeeeehhhmmmffffssch.”  Let me tell you, that is not a good sound.  Even if it does look a bit ridiculous when I try to type it out. Anyway, Sweet Reckoning had the PERFECT last line.  And a FLAWLESS ending, for that matter. I promise you, every flaw of this book (and there aren’t many) is made up for in the ending.  It was so sweet and wonderful and touching and… and… and I cried, alright! It brought me to tears. That’s all I have to say.  It was an amazing book and a perfect conclusion to a fantastic series that I would absolutely recommend. Be ready with some smelling salts; you are going to swoon. Smiles! P.S. Wendy Higgins, if you read this, I hope you know I expect some of this book from Kaidan’s point of view; I’d love to see that epilogue from his eyes or say, chapters 12 and 13. *wink wink*😉 P.P.S. Was that review good?  Or was it a slew of poorly constructed jokes and awkward fangirling?

Recipes

Coconut Creme Pie ~ Recipe

Ok, I’m attempting to write a post in twenty six minutes because it’s 11:34 pm, and I’d like this to show up as on… today (5/2/14).  I figured sharing a recipe would be quick and easy, and it is one of my favorites.  I love this recipe.  I have to stop myself from making it aside from holidays because no one else in my house likes coconut creme pie, so then I get stuck with a whole pie.

(23 minutes left…)

If you haven’t gotten it yet, this is a Coconut Creme Pie Recipe.

Or maybe it’s a recipe for mouth heaven.  I guess there isn’t really difference, though.

Original Recipe on allrecipes here.

Ingredients

  • 1 cup sweetened flaked coconut

  • 3 cups half-and-half

  • 2 eggs, beaten

  • 3/4 cup white sugar
  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 (9 inch) pie shell, baked
  • 1 cup frozen whipped topping

(18 minutes… Ugh! Copy and paste, what have you done to the bullet point formating?!)

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. Spread the coconut on a baking sheet and bake it, stirring occasionally, until golden brown, about 5 minutes.
  3. In a medium saucepan, combine the half-and-half, eggs, sugar, flour and salt and mix well.
  4. Bring to a boil over low heat, stirring constantly.
  5. Remove the pan from the heat, and stir in 3/4 cup of the toasted coconut and the vanilla extract.
  6. Reserve the remaining coconut to top the pie.
  7. Pour the filling into the pie shell and chill until firm, about 4 hours.
  8. Top with whipped topping and with the reserved coconut.

(12 minutes!  Ahhh!)

  Okay, now my personal notes, I always use a graham cracker crust; they’re soooo good.  If you want to make your own graham cracker crust, you just need butter and graham crackers, maybe some sugar or cinnamon.  All you have to do is crush the graham crackers into tiny crumbs, mix it with a little butter and pack it down.  Or if you’re lazy like I’m prone to be, they do come pre-made.

Secondly, I just want to stress again that you need to stir the coconut while it’s toasting.  It will burn.  As I’ve found out  most of the times I make this.  What can I say?  I’m absentminded; I forget to stir, and the next thing you know, I’ve got a bunch of crispy coconut corpses.

Also, I never skimp on the whipped cream; it’s so good!

There you have it!  Hope you love it!  And I have 8 minutes to spare.  Ha, procrastination!  I beat you this time!

Smiles!