September 19, 2014 22 Comments
March 18, 2014 32 Comments
Hello Dear Readers,
We’re all a little crazy because many of us grew up in less than stellar homes. So, I thought I’d make this list for you. If you answer yes to at least five things on this list, then you belong to that oh so special group of people who survived the hell that was their childhood.
When you asked for permission, your father said “go ask your mother” and when you did she said “go ask your father.” And when you asked them together, they whacked you on the head for bothering them.
Alcohol was a staple item at mealtimes like dinner rolls.
Your parents spiked their coffee.
Your parents spiked your milk bottle.
You learned how to lie at a very young age–beats a beating!
When other kids drew sunshine and flowers next to their parents, you drew skull and bones.
You call your boyfriend “Big Daddy.”
Your parents told you the world is shit and you took it literally until you realized it was a metaphor.
You thought “boundaries” meant locking yourself in a room to fantasize about an “alternate reality.”
You thought all mothers ran around the house screaming what her life would have been like if she never met your father.
You thought “Bitch” meant “Mom.”
And “Motherf&#*%#” meant “Dad.”
July 18, 2013 17 Comments
As a single, never been married Crazy Chick I am the self-proclaimed expert on relationship exorcisms. I have performed many and I’ve helped other chicks as well 🙂
You need a relationship exorcism when:
♦ you’ve become a zombie because his mind has taken over your whole being
♦ he’s turned from being your friend and lover to being your tormentor
♦ he thinks you’re a punching bag
♦ your credit card is maxed out from charges he made to P.O.R.N. (P@ssy Open and Ready Now) Read more of this post
February 16, 2013 62 Comments
Lately I have been thinking that I’m a rather insensitive person. I laugh at the malfunction of the universe because it’s better than crying about it … I say it all the time because … frankly …
being sad sucks…
But I just realized that I haven’t really had a deep thoughtful cry in a very long time. And as “light” as I try to be on this blog, I must admit that my mind is a twisted knot of convolutions most of the time. So … I’ve been asking myself why I react and do certain things the way I do …
I’m a crazy chick when I’m at my best … but is that it? Is it enough to live life always looking at the bright side or the funny side of things? Love? Life? Loss? Relationships? I don’t know …
I know I’m being nebulous, but … I’m cryptic and private that way.
I’ve been so comfortable in not feeling sad that perhaps I’ve given up on true joy? I mean in the most deep soul-filling way …? I don’t know. I just keep telling myself that being sad sucks … and I haven’t been sad in a long time.
So I repeat … lately I’ve been feeling rather off balance as if I’m on the verge of … I don’t know what … maybe I don’t want to know. All I know is that struggling doesn’t make one strong … but it does make one understand better. I want to understand myself better … I want to understand people better … I want to understand you better … I want to be more emphatic … sensitive … and I think this requires a bit of letting oneself face the firing squad.