You Say "Feminist" Like It's A Bad Thing

My husband told me the other day that I'm a feminist. My reaction?

"Yup."

Standing up for women's rights or having strong opinions isn't a bad thing and anyone who disagrees needs a lesson in empathy... and a swift kick. Feminists worked hard to get women the right to vote, own property, etc. Women in the United States didn't have the right to vote until 1920! That's 144 years since the Declaration of Independance was signed. And now, considering the fact that a lot of men (even some women) in government want to reduce our reproductive rights... ridiculous.

I'm thankful to anyone, man or woman, who stands up for my rights and I'm thankful to those women  in the past who got me the rights I have today. Thanks, Ladies!

Rules Upon Death

I was watching the video of a Youtuber that I really like today and she had a video about what she wanted at her funeral for whenever it is that she dies.

She makes a good point about wanting her funeral to be a celebration of life rather than having everyone be sad about her death. I agree with that and because I won't be making a vlog (I write so no one can see me- I'm shy) so I'm writing it down. *By writing this I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but you never know what is going to happen to you. Just being prepared.*

1. Bouncy houses. There had better be at least one. They are fun and if you want to come to my funeral you had better comply... unless you are physically unable obviously. I'm not going to make someone really old or in a wheelchair bounce around in there. They could break something! Come on guys, I'm not heartless.

2. No flowers. They're pretty but they would fade and die and would be a sad reminder of the brief time we have. I would say balloons but I want to avoid pollution. I don't need to help kill the earth because I'm dead. So... maybe plant some flowers or trees instead? Obviously not on my grave though. I don't need to be squashed by tree roots, thanks. OK, and maybe balloons too.

3. No black or grey clothes. It looks too boring and sad. Happy colors, people!

4. Good food. Don't serve boring sandwiches. I love food so nothing boring or plain! Corn dogs are the exception. Corn dogs are delicious.

5. Dessert. Cake & ice cream- I love them.

6. No sad music. Seriously.

7. Funny stories must be told. They don't even have to involve me. I just want people to laugh. Make fun of me if you want, I won't care. If no one can come up with something funny I'll force everyone to listen to comedy tracks. Deal with it.

8. Bouncy houses. They're important, so don't forget.

9. Are rides too much to ask for? Maybe a petting zoo? Oh and balloon animals! This funeral is getting pricey.

My funeral is starting to sound more like a carnival. Can we have a funeral at a carnival? Plan A- carnival funeral, Plan B- regular happy funeral with bouncy houses.

Updated:
I forgot about the carnies; the only downside to a carnival funeral. Well, carnies and poop from the petting zoo. I wouldn't invite them (carnies... animals are obviously allowed) but they would have to be there to run the rides... so they're OK I guess. But no clowns... OK, clowns too as long as they can make balloon animals.

Happy Anniversary, Douchebag

Be married is awesome. And by "awesome" I mean it's as awesome as being stabbed in the face repeatedly by a monkey holding a toothpick. I mean, the monkey is stabbing me... I'm not being stabbed with a monkey. That would be both horrifying and adorable.

All I wanted to do was something, I didn't care if it was walking around in a nearby town, I just wanted to get out of the house. Anniversaries are once a year and I like to make them different. So what does he do as we're supposed to leave to go to a movie neither of us really wanted to see? He plays xbox. He claims all of his cloths were in the dryer (fact: he had pants in the bedroom that he decided just weren't good enough to wear- who has "emergency only" pants?) and it would make us late for the movie. After throwing pants at him (the not good enough ones) I got ticked and drove away. Because, you know, why not? THEN he says I'm wasting gas.

So we argue over texting and I come home to find him still on his xbox (I only went to the gas station so the wasting gas argument would be moot to a sane person). So we argue some more and I'm wrong about everything... again... and now he just took off to only God knows where.

Guys, please learn from this horrible example

He's probably going to read this someday so I'll put this next part on here for him:

You sir, are a dumbass. That's right, you read it correctly. I put up with so much from you and I hold my tongue 90% of the time to keep peace in the house, but someday you will do something that will make me snap and not allow me to stay quiet. You will evoke (invoke? I'm terrible at this) the wrath of Kahn... or, you know... Me.
Happy Anniversary, Asshole.

*Note: Sorry to anyone who reads this. I'm ranting and some of my anger spilled into my beloved internet. I'm sorry Interwebs, I still love you!

Update: Plotting my revenge. He complained I didn't get him anything (why would I? I still haven't gotten a birthday present from LAST. YEAR!) so he'll get his present (insert evil laugh here). I'll be sure to post an update when I get it, though it'll have to wait a little over a week until I get paid again. But it's coming...
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Updated Part II: Admittedly, I was a bit angry when I wrote this. I still occasionally agree with the first paragraph and I can't say that I disagree with anything I wrote. Truth is a bitch sometimes. And the truth is that marriage is hard. Duh, right? We have good and bad days. This, obviously, was a bad day. But I stay for the good days- of which there are many more than the bad. That's what lets you know that it's love- when you're willing to stay when the days are bad. And there will be bad days... but I cherish the good.

Pets: Sad & Awesome

My Jazzy died a couple of weeks ago. I miss her a lot and it really sucks.

Jazz at the beach in all her doggy glory

Good news is we still have the cat, who I'm pretty sure wants to kill me in my sleep loves me. We were talking about getting her a friend because she seems lonely now. I suggested a kitten and I want to give it an awesome name. Like Ferris Mewler (awesomely named cat owned by the Blogess) or- what my favorite idea was- Captain Amewica (Ah-mew-ick-ah). It's just awesome to say. Our cat would fight for America and kitty justice until he got sleepy.

Captain Amewica!

My husband wants to get an english bulldog but I think they're kind of ugly. I did say though that if we did get a bulldog he had to have a respectable gentlemanly name. Like Sir Winston Churchill. He wants the name Buzz Killington and that is a pretty awesome name, but even if we get one I may still call it SWC if it's a male and something ladylike if we get a female. Like Lady (or Dame)... I haven't come up with a name yet. But it's coming! No need to worry. I don't plan on getting another dog anytime soon. It's the naming part that's fun for me right now anyway.

I'm the Boss!

I almost wrote "the bomb" instead of "the boss". Power trip already...


Like this, except not at all

You know what's weird? Becoming the supervisor for your former co-workers. This shit is kind of freaking me out. I can even sign things now. I know what you're thinking and no, I don't look anything like He-Man (I did have the haircut at one point, however). And I also can't believe they put me in charge of anything. I mean, it's not like I'm going to go crazy and spend money on a bouncy castle (even though it would be awesome) but I still feel weird about it.

I don't think my co-workers know what to think about it either. I'm pretty laid-back like my old supervisor was so that's good I guess. No need to put the hammer down as long as we're all doing our jobs. I mean, we work in an office... The only difficult thing about general office work is to not die of boredom and to not let the IT guys catch you looking up kitten videos or checking your Tumblr (not that I do either of those things at work- oh and check out my tumblr).

On the other hand, we're grant funded and our grant runs out in October. I predict fun trips and bouncy castles in my future...

I'm Tempted... But I Don't Wanna

No matter how much I'm tempted I don't want to read 50 Shades of Grey

You can't make me read this drivel!

And I'll be honest- I'm seriously tempted to read this. It's basically porn in book format. The thing is, my reading time is so limited as is so I don't want to add a book I'm not interested in just because of the hype. Both my sister-in-law and sister have read it and my sis-in-law is desperately trying to get me to read it. My solution? I told her I'd read it if my husband read it first. He never reads books so I should be safe there. But really? I don't pressure other people into reading books I like. I might suggest something but I don't go to the extent of "you have to read this right now it's amazing, I'll never leave you alone until you do OMFG READ THIS!!!" (note the extra exclamation marks for emphasis)

2 words- STOP. IT. I don't wanna! You can't make me read terrible Twilight fan fiction for adults minus the supernatural BS! For now I'm happy currently reading Stephen King and Jenny Lawson. Those are good books. See? That's a good way to recommend a book without seeming pushy... But you should at least read Jenny Lawson's book if you're looking for a laugh.