You Want To Know Something That Men Don't Know?

Women.  Specifically women on their periods.

If I had any male readers left, I have now lost them all.  Except for the weirdos, but, since this is the internet, that's OK.

Anyway, I bring this up because I myself am a woman.  Well, more or less.  I have all the lady-parts and I experience the monthly cycle described above.  ANYWAY, moving on:

I am a woman and my father is a man.  However, he should be one of the most qualified men for raising two daughters, since he grew up with only his mother and his younger sister, then married a woman with a sister, then proceeded to have two daughters.  The poor man lacks a little testosterone in his life, but you would think he'd have the best grasp on the female mindset after all these years.

WRONG.

If one of the women in our family decides to speak to the man while she is on her monthly cycle, she is likely to notice that he doesn't quite grasp the concept of "Yes, of course you're right.  Chocolate?"  No, instead he proceeds to speak with you as though it is any other time of the month, especially if he's got a bone to pick with you on a certain subject.

This always leads to tears and shouting and never on his part.  Also, angry faces.

He simply doesn't grasp that there is a HEEEuuuuge difference between the mind of a woman during her period and the mind of the same woman any other time.  We are irrational creatures, with a penchant for pettiness and for wanting things our way, all the time.  We are cranky easily, things irk us more and quicker, and nothing seems to be going the way we want it to, because of said irrationality.

One cannot speak rationally to a woman on her period, and men don't understand this.  They just go about their lives with not a care in the world for how annoyed or upset we are.  Very few men can be trained to accommodate the needs of a woman during her period, and fewer try to train them.  All they need to be taught is to agree with us for one week (all I'm asking is one week) during the month when we seem to be our most irrational, and then to give us chocolate at random points, maybe when they feel they've had to agree an exorbitant amount and are tired of listening to us whine and complain.  Chocolate works very well for shutting women up, since our mouths are otherwise occupied.

Or at the very least, avoid us and don't speak to us unless spoken to, and only then to say "yes, of course."  And always lie to us about the important things while we are on our periods.  It's most helpful.

...I'm pretty sure that's it.  I'm only rational and clear-headed and not totally ranting, mostly teaching, right now, because I'm not on my period while I write this.  So, yes, indeed.  Keep to the basics: Agree, offer chocolate, don't speak unless spoken to, and just leave us alone, and you should be A-OK.

Until Next Time, Dear Readers
Me

Well Hello Again!

Hi to all and sundry,

This is the update on the not-date, because I didn't really feel like editing my earlier post.  It's too much work.

His name is hard to pronounce, and he has a rather strong accent, but after two hours, it was like he was speaking perfect 'Meruhkin.  We had TONS in common, and even though there would be some times where conversation would just stop suddenly, we'd start back up again like it hadn't.  It was really nice.

Also the food was delicious and I had tons of soda so I should be up for at least a little while, Haha.

He's just a guy who wants a friend, and I think that's quite alright with me.

Maybe this dating website thing isn't as bad as I have found it to be so far.

Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me

Here's Your Horoscope For Today

Does anyone but me know that particular Weird Al song?

*crickets*

Didn't think so.

Anyway, not important.  I merely had a minor incident regarding my evening plans an my horoscope, but I've decided it wasn't as crazy as I thought it was...Maybe.

Anyway...my day has been fairly good.  I woke up at the crack of dawn on a saturday to go earn monies, and I got out at noon.  I brought Bojangles home for the family, and we enjoyed it thoroughly.  And then I made dinner plans with a guy off of a dating site.

Yeah...I know, that last bit isn't as normal as I was planning on today being.

Have I mentioned I didn't (and still don't) get out much?  Yeah...that's what I'm doing tonight though, getting out I mean.  I'm going to a local Italian place (more pizza than "Italian" per se, but whatever) to meet this guy I met online.  So yeah...

Uh...right. So...yep.  Uh-huh.

Ok, so I'm going to go now, because that was pretty much it for right now.  I may or may not update you on the aftermath of the not-date later.  We'll see how long I last as far as staying awake goes.  Waking up at 5 in the morning almost every morning is tough when you're not used to it.

Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me

Quick question

How bad d'you think it is that I don't really feel like adding the bishop who confirmed me, and has been the only bishop I've ever known in my life ever, as a friend on facebook?

In other news, I've found Sherlock fanfic and my life has been made infinitely better for it.

Good day, dear readers
Until Next Time,
Me.

It HAS been a while, hasn't it?

To all those who are fathers or who have fathers, I wish you all a happy Father's Day!

Now to business.

I have been a member of an online dating site for a few weeks now, and I have been chatting with this young man, DS, not to be confused with DM, because right now DS has no alternate name.  He seems alright, and he waited out a number of weeks before I would give him my number to text, unlike several other guys on this particular site (or any other, I imagine).

So we exchange numbers, and I am to be the one to text first.  So I enter his number into my phone, set him to a contact so I will know with whom I am talking and send him a straightforward text telling him whom I am and from where I know him.

And I'm texted back from someone who apparently loves Gavin and is quite obviously not who I wish to be talking to.  So I apologize, and alert them to the fact that this is problematic.  I go back to the message where DS sent me his number, and I notice there was a bit of a user error in my contacts.  I have mistyped the number.  So I quickly change it and text the correct number this time.

And the wrong number keeps texting me.  They asked what I meant and how old I was.  I merely told them there was a user error and did not address the age question as I do not wish to be predatorized...preyed on...something like that.

And they continued to text me!  They are quite obviously not old enough to be texting anyone, since they have no idea what the word "problematic" means, and they continued to ask how old I was without first telling me their name.

I told them, simply, what problematic means, and I then asked them, concisely, with whom I was speaking.

They haven't texted back yet.  I'm fairly certain I ought to not text them anymore, considering I believe them to be quite young.

However, they did type in full words and not in the usual "text speak" I'm used to seeing from the younger generations...Perhaps my faith in those who will follow after me is not entirely lost yet.


And now for something completely different **Jacked from Monty Python**

We will soon have a guest blogger on here.  GL, or Good Lady, will be writing a bit of a rant which I shall post upon this blog and put out for the world to see!  I imagine it will be a compelling and very persuasive rant on the way life and love are affected by hollywood and the subsequent dramas and romcoms pulled forth from thence.

I used a lot of big words today.  When your mouth hurts from wisdom teeth extraction, you think up all sorts of fantastical words to use.  ESPECIALLY if one of the days during your recovery was spent watching BBC's Sherlock.

Heeeeee Sherlock :)

After Exams...

I feel way more relaxed now.  Like I can finally breathe and it's all going to be good.

Admittedly, the minor injuries sustained in my car accident (which, every time I describe it to someone in person, I realize exactly how serious it was and could have been) are a bit of a dampener on all of it, but at least I was able to make my exams.

Mostly right now, my scabs itch because they're dry and peel-y looking and I really want to take care of it, but that's probably not a good thing.  My bruises are turning a nasty greenish purple color and they look gnarly.  But again, on the plus side, I'm alive and have nothing worse than some sore spots.

But yes, I brought my scores up to at least Bs in every class that posts grades on Blackboard.  My history teacher doesn't so I have no idea how I did.  I'll find out on the 16th.  Tomorrow, GL is graduating from the community college we attend, so I plan on going to that.  I think in a round about way she's pretty much inviting me to have dinner with her family, because she's giving me all of the information to do so.  The only thing is that I'm really used to needing to be asked and invited outright.  It's kind of funny that she does this kind of thing, asking things in round-about ways, because she gets so irritated when other people do it.  But whatever, if I find out where they're eating, I'll attend dinner as well as the graduation.  I also will probably want to know where, exactly, graduation is.  Because at the moment, I just know around when the time is.

As Dr. Evil might say: "Throw me a frickin' bone here, Scott!"  Geeze, Louise.

Perhaps I'll have another post for you later, or perhaps I'll take a nap.  That worked out well yesterday.

Well that was exciting...

Don't let my cool, calm and collected internet demeanor fool you.  I'm still really hopped up on adrenaline.

You see, I was just involved in a 1 car, several tree-branches accident.  I think I frightened the poor guys working on the road, and I know I scared my parents.  I'm alright, so far.  A little sore and I've got some nasty bruises and scrapes, but nothing seems to be broken or anything.  I'm debating on not going to my other exam though.  I keep crying too, which is actually rather annoying, though completely logical if you think about it.  GL is coming over soon, and I think we'll probably be heading to her place at some point.  Hopefully she won't talk me out of skipping my other exam.  I'd rather not inconvenience any more people than I have to.  I'm already having to make up the one exam tomorrow morning, and we're down a car because I'm pretty sure I totalled my van, and we don't really have a whole lot of free money for this kind of stuff.

I'm really glad I'm not more hurt, considering the damage done to the poor van.

Dear Og, we hardly knew ye.

Actually, I lied, we did know ye, very well these past...er...thirteen years?  Damn, I thought it was longer than that...

But yes, I've got some really kick-ass bruises on my left arm, a couple scrapes on my hands, and my chin's busted up pretty good, but I don't think anything's really badly hurt.  I hope not, anyway.  I'm trying not to take too many pain killers because I don't want to mask anything getting worse, so I took half my normal dosage and I'm drinking water.

Scared the living daylights out of me.  Obviously someone was watching over me, for which I am eternally grateful.

Nothing exciting ever happened to me for the longest time, now I'd really rather my life go back to normal and boring, please, okay, thank you.

Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me.