Tales of a Goddess

I finally have a Wii. I asked for one, oh, in 2006 for my birthday. Fail. Anniversary 2007. Fail. Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day ‘07. Fail. Other anniversary (loooong story) same year. Fail. Again, for my birthday. Epic Fail. At this point in time, when I wanted one, there were none to find. When they were sitting on store shelves, the money was not availible. So I had pretty much given up hope of having a Wii, at least until they came out with the newer, improved Wii, at which time I would get the old model.

Today, by random chance, they had three at my local Target. And, by random chance, we had the money. Or rather, my husband had the good sense to tell me yes anyway. So now, I have my Wii, for Mother’s Day ‘08.

Thank you dear. I know you’re reading this. I’d still like flowers and an omelette for breakfast that Sunday though. Because I’m not nearly spoiled enough. /sarc off

When the frak did my twins decide they didn’t need to nap anymore? I so did not get the memo.

I need their nap. So I can shower. Alone. With just the cat watching me.

I give up.

I comment on a couple of blogs, two especially: a parenting blog and a conservative political one. Mostly, I like to read what other people have to say, because inevitably, they always have more experience, knowledge, or time to google than I do. Sometimes, oftentimes, the comments section degrades into an inhospitable cesspool of toxic electronic bits, especially if the orignal post was even a tad controversial. How I love it, how I hate it.

Yes, I love the insults, the mudslinging, the flaming. How words typed furiously across the tiny comment screen convey such raw emotion, how such unchecked thought thrown unmercifully into the public record can be dished out, but not recieved, by my fellow human beings. The best part? You have no frakking clue who these people are. The sweet, innocent-sounding handle iluvmy4kids can be the author behind such incendiary drivel as ‘if you bitchs spank, your ABUSING you’re kids!!!11,’ the like-minded-sounding redstatewarhero can tell you you’re a servent of Satan because you don’t believe in his version of his religion. By the way, I totally made up those handles. If you’re reading this, and you use those names (or something similiar), I’m totally not talking about you.

For these same reasons, I hate it. Just because you are a faceless handle hidden behind a computer screen 5 states away does not give you free license to rid yourself of your humanity. Whatever happened to ‘respectfully disagreeing?’ Does that fact that online discussion proceeds directly from the brain to the fingertips mean that common decency can be eliminated from electronic discourse? I think not. I am perfectly capable of saying ‘hey, I don’t agree with your position on XYZ, I believe PDQ, but I understand where you’re coming from.’ Even if I don’t understand where they’re coming from, I can still ask questions nicely. We are all different people, all with different opinions/viewpoints/outlooks. I can think, as can everybody else, that you are a complete kook/verifyable loon/moronic asshole, but I’ll be nice enough to keep that thought inside my head, at least online.

I remember being told ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’ How about modifying that for the online generations: ‘Don’t say anything online that you wouldn’t say to the person’s face.’ If you’re the type of person who would say asinine things to a person’s face, well, maybe you deserve what you recieve online (and in person).

Why do I keep a blog if I never frakking post on it? Well, because I’m both a sadist and a masochist. I have commitment and continuence issues. I hardly commit to things, and when I do, I never follow through. I need one of those shirts that say “I never finish anyth.”

That’s not strictly true. I did just manage to finish school, at the top of my class no less. Not like it was particle physics or anything (it was massage therapy), but it was still challenging. Now that I’m done, though, I’m slacking around the house being a SAHM while I’m waiting for my school to finish up my paperwork (so I can take my certification test). I turned back to blogging for something to do, and even though I’ve been so faithless to it, my blog seems to want me back.

I spend all frakking day with my kids (and cats). I’m not going to talk at length about them every day. Sure, they do and say cute things, but I’m a little tired of them being the focus of all of my thoughts. Instead, I need to vent about everything else in the world to somebody else other than my husband. The alternative would be to actually make friends in the real world, but most of my real-life friends think I’m a bit off anyway.

So I’ll be off-loading a bunch of posts today, just to push the old content into the archives. Of course, I have to change a nasty diaper, fix lunch, and take some more sudefed (thank you nasty head congestion) first. Actually, I’m glad I can’t smell… I have to change the litterbox too (thank you husband), and I don’t know who smells worse, the boys or the cats.

Oh, and for anybody who reads this (who read my old blog), I’m still changing some stuff around, but I decided to put the clock back on EST. It was fun having it on Vlad time, but the new cat Petr might get jealous.