BigFatOofta

i've always leaned more towards being a realist...even pessimist.  strong. aware. understanding. i've even spent a large chunk of my life being emotionally private.  boiled down, these adjectives lead to one huge word for me: PROTECTIVE . what i'm about to write about came to my attention as i was reminiscing over my childhood hobbies, toys and activities.  while some of these interests of mine just plainly spell out TOMBOY, i think there is possibly something there that goes even deeper (and i'll explain in just a bit). growing up, some of my favorite activities and toys included: lego castles, dreaming of one day owning a pocket watch, knife, gun and sword, barbie accompanied by my GI Joe (ken was stupid), rock collecting (and treasure collecting), building forts, dissecting road kill, gymnastics, smoking fake cigars and chewing fake tobacco (from wild grapes), making mud pots, spying on the neighbors, playing detective, riding my "motorcycle," sp...

valentines day.  ohhhhh valentines day.  i have been thinking about what i could do for my husband to bless his socks off .  but...i have been thinking of it through the filter of:       1. he doesn't really care one way or another about "doing" or "giving" things on holidays...we could not            say "happy valentines day to the other and it not matter (i think...).      2.  i have a limited budget for a gift, plus i'd just be spending his money anyway.      3. notes and words mean a lot to him but they aren't necessarily his primary love language.       4. he works on v-day. SO, with these four factors i am considering whilst thinking about "what can i do to bless my husband,".... ideas are running short.   what is a woman to do? well, of course!  write a tribute to him that he won't know about (until he reads it) on my blog, telling the w...

I'm not mad at the Superbowl.  I'm not mad at the love and joy of coming together and watching the game with family and friends...and of course, food.  I'm not upset that people love to laugh at funny commercials.  There's nothing in and of itself wrong with that.  Never mind that the half-time show almost always has reason to generate 1232398482 comments on facebook about how immodest or scandalous or sexy some singer/dancer is.  Never mind that just about every Superbowl commercial is using sex to sell their product.  Never mind that the Superbowl is the number one event in America for sex-slavery.  These are just the sad and sordid results of what our culture values most.  Where the hearts of our people lie.   Sex.  Our culture is all about sex.  and... It's not just at the Superbowl!!! Sex is in the magazine rack at the grocery store.  It's in the parking lot as a dude checks out some girl walking by's...