Can I just take a minute to bitch about the travesty of all of these indie/up-and-coming authors writing books that are nothing but rewrites of 50 Shades of Grey? I’ve read four books in a row by four authors, and each one can be summarized like this: rich brooding man (RBM) with a dark past + shy/clumsy girl (SCG) meet up; RBM seduces SCG, introduces her to the world of hot kinky sex (domination, anal, whips & chains, power-tripping by delaying or outright denying orgasms, etc.), SCG cries all of the tears into her tea while lamenting her woes to her BFF (who is either a worldly chick or a gay guy), then decides she likes all of the kinkiness and loves the guy and together they sail away into the sunset.
(Tip to authors: keep the hot sex, but get yourself a thesaurus; and for God’s sake come up with a new plot!)
I feel like a twit for bitching about it being a 3-day weekend since tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day, but I’ll bitch anyway. In the past 30 days, Alyssa and Ryan have only been to school 7 times. Between Christmas and New Year’s and weekends and snow and sub-zero temperatures, they’ve definitely been home more than they’ve been at school. And it seems like every single weekend there has been an extra kid or two spending the day and/or the night at my house (on Christmas we had THREE extra kids in the house!). And while I do my best to be an accommodating mom who isn’t ridiculously strict, let me remind you of one simple fact: I do not like my kids unless they’re my own (and even then there are days when I’m not feeling too fond of them ).
For the most part I’ve been grinning and bearing and faking despite not making, but PMS hit me full force today, and that combined with Ryan’s friend instigating with Alyssa and Alyssa instigating right back and the three of them being whiny squalling messes has led me to putting my foot down: I don’t want a single damn kid in this house that isn’t my own for the next month. I feel like I should post a memo to the other parents in the neighborhood: it’s your turn to take them in and deal with them, motherfuckers!
(This post brought to you by PMS.)
My wardrobe has consisted of the same shirts and pants for the past couple of years, and it’s long past due for an upgrade. Of course, I have more pressing matters at the moment (those pesky things known as bills), but if I was given $1,000 with the condition that I spend it on myself, I’d definitely be upgrading some of my clothing. And I really like a lot of what Gipsy Dharma has to offer. Gipsy Dharma’s specialty is hand-crafted leather boots that are hand-dyed with natural colors. Gipsy Dharma’s boots are designed for more than style: they’re also comfortable, flexible, and adjustable, thanks to a very durable and flexible sole, and laces that can be individually adjusted for the right fit. gipsydharma.com popped up on my radar tonight while doing some browsing, and while I’m typically not a boots girl, I do have two pairs that I love, and I’d love to add these to my collection:
Gipsy Dharma also carries an interesting and pretty selection of hand-cut and hand-dyed mini leather skirts, but unfortunately I just don’t have the legs for those.
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Those same sentiments — rage and love — can also be applied to web hosting, PHP, and SQL databases. I cannot believe I have spent the last three and a half weeks fucking around with six blogs. This time-sink, plus the sudden influx of work recently (yay! keep it coming! I have shit to pay and shit to buy and shit to plan ahead for!) has left me pretty brain-dead and numb-wristed (and full of neck and/or back pain) by the end of each day. Tonight’s no exception, so the new ‘do for Jenn.nu (lame rhyme is lame) will have to wait until tomorrow.
My lower back is killing me. But so is the shame of knowing I threw out my back during sex. Is that an Old Person thing or what?! We weren’t doing anything overly adventurous. Geez…pass the heating pad, and maybe another one of Dan’s awesome massages.