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I’ve been away, but still reading.

I’ve been busy, but thinking of all the things I want to say.

I want to write, but then find someone else who says what I feel much better than I ever could.

I’ve been reading and listening to the narcissist apologists, which does nothing good for my mood or blood pressure.

Here’s a little something from a self-aware, diagnosed narcissist the apologists should read:

Knowing the Narcissist

I don’t know him, but I hate him and what he does to others. It’s not a personal hate, but a visceral loathing, the same feeling I have when seeing a cobra standing up, flaring its hood, ready to strike.

If you ever had any doubts about whether or not the narcissist knows what s/he does, here’s your answer.

Something more cheerful coming soon…

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Snowpocalypse v2.0

Okay, kinda regretting shooting my mouth off awhile ago about the weather dudes and their dire predictions, and here we are in the middle of a 100-year snow storm. Sorry, weather gods! I didn’t mean it, really, I didn’t!

BUT all is not as grim as some would have you believe. Being on the downhill side of the Bell Curve, I went out to gas up my car and buy a few groceries on Sunday just as the rain turned to snow and was home before the snow started sticking to the roads. Of course, I figured it would just be another false alarm and aren’t we all tired of that by now? I’m sooo ready for Spring!

Anyway. The predicted snow actually appeared. It fell during the night, and the early morning hours.

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Picture taken at about 0700, 6″ on the ground.

By the time I got up to get ready for work I could see I would not be going anywhere on Monday morning, so I took some pictures (this is the internet, after all) and called the office, which The Boss closed for the day.

The snow kept coming down until there was 10″ in my driveway.

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That clear spot under the tree is the only spot in the yard that’s large enough for the dog to poop without getting snow up her hoo-ha.

It finally stopped around noon. People got stupid and began to drive around and get stuck because no one believes in snow chains around here, nor do they understand the concept of a car getting high-centered when trying to plow through wet, heavy, dense snow. According to the News, people were braving the snow to get to grocery stores that were closed because the power was out and they ran out of diapers.

Lets just take a minute to think about that – a significant number of people (enough for it to make the News) ran out of diapers so they risked their lives to get to the grocery store, which was closed because they had no power. Who the fuck runs out of diapers? I mean, diapers were #1 on my shopping list when The Kid was wearing them because to do anything less than buy a package every time I drove by the store that sold the brand we liked was just asking for a poo-nami disaster because that kid could shit in quantities that were scary! I never ran out of diapers – the fear was that great.

It’s not like this little storm was unexpected, either – the weather dudes have been talking about it for weeks, and this time low temperatures and moisture ended up in the same place at the same time and did what always happens under those conditions. Yes, we live in the City, but the power can go out, so you better have something to eat that doesn’t need to be cooked because if your power is out, so is that food place down the street and don’t people even know how to stay home and take care of themselves for more than 20 minutes at a time?

All of this seems so obvious, but watching the News (not FOX) it is clear people are fucking stupid and if you add some snow (even if you warn them it’s coming) they get even more stupid.

One guy got his car stuck right in front of my house. I went out and sat on the porch to watch him for awhile ’cause I’m a bitch like that. He didn’t have a shovel in his car, nor chains. After watching him for a few minutes trying to use his shoes to dig out the tires, I asked if he wanted to borrow a shovel. He declined, saying he lived right around the corner and had cleared his driveway for his car, which was parked under a cedar that was really weighed down with snow and he feared a broken branch. He decided to “drive around the block” before putting the car in the newly-cleared driveway. Uh-huh. That was dumb, wasn’t it? Sigh. He walked back to his house, got a shovel and soon pulled away. That was the third incident in front of my house, and now all the slush is messed up and chaotic, which will make it harder for me to get my car out before it completely melts, which is just irritating.

No worries for us, though – The Kid’s work is normally closed on Monday and they didn’t open today, so he stayed home. There’s no way I’m going to drive until it’s safe to do so, and The Boss wouldn’t have it any other way. I cooked. I napped. I read a book, did laundry, cleaned the kitchen and then napped some more. I’m all napped out, but at this point in the day, it’s kinda silly to “get up” and “get dressed” when it’s snowing again right this minute.

While the humans have been Just Fine, the cats are most unhappy at this turn of events. Even Mr. Big is refusing to go outside. For anything. Fuck that, he says. Which leads to the unpleasant discovery this morning of a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor. Duchess already peed on the kitchen rug, so I set up a litter box in the garage so the poor darlings don’t have to get their widdle pawsies damp. She denied it was her this time. Mr. Big wouldn’t even talk to me, instead demanding I open the drapes and clear off a place for him to sit in the window and watch the snow come down. Harley Quinn, the newest addition, has no idea what I’m talking about and is far too busy doing her best to drive all of us nuts to slow down and have a conversation. The puddle was too small for Sabu, so she got a pass. Sigh. Words were said. Threats of being put outside until morale improved were made. Then we all took a nap.

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Here’s Harley Quinn, Diva. She is just as sassy as she looks here, I assure you.

OMG! Those chins! But my hair looks cute, right?

So here we are, maybe home for another day, maybe not, but we’re well provisioned unless the power goes out (gotta do something about that ASAP) and have nowhere to go. I really should get out my knitting or spend some time in the sewing room, but my couch just sucks me in, and Netflix is right there (The Walking Dead for the second time) and I have tea and food and maybe I need another nap…

Y’all be safe and warm out there!

 

 
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Posted by on February 26, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

“Winter” in the PNW

Good morning and happy Monday!

Why should I be so cheerful today? Let me count the ways:

  1. Pointy-ball season is over after the commercial spectacle that is the Super Bowl has been played out to its logical conclusion – the Pats won. Again. Yawn. What a boring game! I was rooting for the Rams, but there ya go – at least they kept the Pats to a record low score. While I watched the Game last year (and enjoyed it very much,) I couldn’t manage to stay awake this year. I dozed off as the half-time show started and may I just say that what I heard sucked. Big time. Let college bouncy-ball begin!
  2. No Polar Vortex here. Yet. The Weather Dudes have been predicting snow in my area for a couple of weeks now (where can I get a job that lets me be wrong 70% of the time and still get paid?) but so far it just hasn’t happened. We’ve been drier than usual, which is great for my commute, but not so great for Spring’s gardening hopes. And yet, this was the scene outside my house shortly before I left for work –

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Hard to see, but that’s snow falling down, not the usual rain. It wasn’t sticking to the road but the flakes flying around made the usual Indy I-5 crowd slow down to reasonable speeds, which was nice. It petered out completely about 10 miles North of Eugene, so my drive went just fine. Darn it! Can’t reasonably ask for a snow day if there isn’t at least 4 inches standing on the road, right? We did have those conditions two years ago, but I doubt we’ll get any significant snow, in spite of the dire predictions of the Weather Dudes. I mean, c’mon! Why does anyone trust those guys?

3. My Family is planning a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate those of us who turn the big 5-0 this year. While I’m not enjoying the process of booking a flight, I am looking forward to enjoying some warmer weather come April and fun times with the Fam.

Hmmm…I guess that’s all I have. Wait! I cleaned house and did laundry yesterday, so there’s that.

Well. That was anticlimactic, wasn’t it? It sure felt like I had more to say when I started this post, but work interrupted (as it should, you slackers!) and now my belly is full of bacon cheeseburger and my brain is pleasantly fuzzy. Still haven’t been able to convince The Boss we need a napping couch in the office, but there’s always next year…

 
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Posted by on February 4, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Has it really been six years?

Actually, it’s been six years and two three days, but I awoke with a tweaked neck on Sunday and could not sit at a keyboard because, evidently, after nearly 50 years on this earth, I haven’t learned to sleep right. Yet. I’ve been practicing, though, and hope to be a Sleep Master within the next decade.

I know it’s been traditional for me to post a re-cap here on the anniversary of leaving an abusive narcissist, but I just can’t be arsed right now. Blame my succumbing to not one, but two knock-you-flat colds so far this year. Blame the government shutdown. Or incels. Or the current culture of hatred in my country. I don’t even know where to start, and there are many, many bloggers who are saying what I would say if only I had the lovely words instead of this red mist of rage clouding my eyes.

Remember when I posted several times a week? Yeah, me, too. Those were the Good Ol’ Days, amiright? The days of ranting against the latest indignity heaped upon me by Captain Bligh, or trying to figure out just how in the hell I’d allowed my life to be blown up by someone who did not care one whit about my well being are long gone in the face of the cruelties and insanity being heaped upon all of us by a traitorous administration bent on sending us straight into the Handmaid’s Tale. My little life pales in comparison and I’ve not been able to muster the enthusiasm to scream into the void because it all seems rather pointless, doesn’t it?

So, let’s take this blog in another direction, shall we? Oh, I’ll still be posting through the lens of having survived a vile narcissist, and my leanings (obviously) are still feminist, leftist, #metoo and equality for all, and that’s not likely to change, we’re just gonna open things up a bit and post about “ordinary” things. Like a fireside chat, right?

As always, please post any questions you have in the comments section 🙂

Here’s a song I enjoy:

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

I just don’t even…

Know what to say any more. The world is burning and Lord Dampnut is pouring gasoline on the fire. We’re either going to end up in some kind of civil war, or living The Handmaid’s Tale. Pretty sure the GOP would be happy either way…

I am sick at the thought of a lying, drunk, serial sexual predator being appointed to a seat on the highest court in our land. That a whiney-baby like him is being held up as some sort of paragon of virtue makes me incandescent with rage.

Why am I surprised, though? The idiots who elected POTUS knew what they were voting for and they didn’t care. Now we all get to suffer. Oh, wait! I meant to say now the 99% get to suffer.

Deep breath.

Remember, half of all people are below average.

 
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Posted by on October 4, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Preach it JP!

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Ranting at Random

We’re gonna take this here blog in a different direction for awhile to see if I can find my Blogging Mojo again.

Presenting our new feature – Ranting at Random! Drum roll, please…

We all know we should be using fewer one-use things, right? Nevermind Lord Dampnut is now going full-tilt, batshit crazy for more oil consumption – let’s stay on track to not destroy our planet before our grandkids are grown, ‘K?

We take our re-usable grocery bags on our weekly shopping trips. Some of us even use cloth produce bags.

We buy foods in bulk to avoid having to take home and dispose of extra packaging.

We take re-fillable cups to fill with our daily indulgence at the Coffee Shop – they keep our drinks colder/hotter, too, so why doesn’t everyone do this?

We put pretty much everything you can imagine into Mason jars.

We women use Diva Cups, which can last a woman’s whole menstrual life, BTW, saving (literally) thousands of dollars. Sorry, guys, no multi-use condoms yet 😉

Etcetera, etc…

I have no problem with using less, re-using more, having less garbage, less Stuff, less stress, but the constant need to give things cutesy names is driving me NUTS!

Take “un-paper towels,” for instance. Here’s a random Google Image pic –

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There are little snaps on each one so they all hook together into a “roll” just like your actual paper towels. There are a million tutorials online if that’s your thing. I mean, it’s cute, yes, but what a bother! You know they don’t stand up nice and neat like that, and winding them on after washing would drive me nuts. Also, they’re crazy expensive to buy!

I remember this sort of thing from when I was a kid. We called them “kitchen rags,” (as opposed to “rag rags,” which were used for dirtier jobs,) and they lived in the third drawer down from the silverware drawer in the kitchen. Or maybe it was the bottom drawer…anyway.

We seldom used paper towels because they were (and are) expensive and they just don’t get the job done like a wet rag and some elbow grease*. Except cleaning up poo or puke – paper towels all the way for that kind of mess and straight into a plastic grocery bag, cinched tight and carried immediately out to the big garbage can outside. Yech!

There’s also un-plastic wrap made from fabric coated with beeswax. WTF? People are all about getting rid of plastic lids on their glass bowls and using this un-plastic wrap that can’t be washed by any conventional means and just doesn’t do the job they claim it does. It ain’t cheap, either.

You know what works perfectly, costs nothing and is easy to get clean? Behold –

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That’s right! Quite often, those plates you never use (you know the ones – they’re smaller than a dinner plate and too big for a tea cup? Yeah, those) will stack neatly on top of the bowls in the set. You can stack them, like the pic above, and put them directly into the fridge to eat later. Zero waste, zero cost, and no un-naming required.

Just stop with the stupid, cutesy names for the love of all that’s holy!

*One time when I was about 9 and my Sis about 7, Mom told Sis to “use some elbow grease” when cleaning something, I don’t remember what, but we were in the kitchen. “Is it under the sink?” Sis asked. I cracked up! It was sooooo funny to me that Sis didn’t know what elbow grease was! I felt so grown-up. Until Mom glared at me – I don’t remember what she said, but I felt terrible that I’d made fun of my little Sis and made her cry over something so stupid. Funny the things we remember…

 

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2018 in Uncategorized

 
 
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