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Do I Owe You An Explanation When I Unfriend You On Facebook?

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I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook.

It’s fun, amusing, a time sucker, and a drama maker. And the last two words are why I just have the hate part with Facebook. Facebook instead of what it was intended for has turned into a religious, political, opinionated cesspool where our “Facebook Friends” have the ability to share with you their thoughts, opinions, and beliefs about any and everything. They can inundate their friends with political rhetoric, religious pontificating, sales crap, or any scads of other shit. Stuff they’d never do in person. Facebook creates a sense of false security, kind of like liquid courage when we take a shot of whiskey.

I’ll be the first to say I have been guilty of it. I’d be a hypocrite If I said any differently.

However, what I am doing on my own Facebook is asking myself “Would I make this a topic of conversation?” If my answer is yes then I will post it.

Anyhow- I have been systematically either removing folks from my feed or unfriending them. As of late I’ve gotten some push back.

I’m “passive aggressive” because I didn’t make the effort to write to those who I chose to unfriend.

Excuse me? I’m passive aggressive because I don’t feel I owe you an explanation as to why I choose to unfriend you? Since when do I owe anyone an explanation of who I choose to socialize with, talk to, interact with, or have a relationship with?

The bottom line is I don’t.

In fact, one person in particular I unfriend and chose to block I don’t think I will ever communicate with again. I don’t hate This individual — I’m just done and don’t have the energy to take the time to go into a lengthy back and forth with them about the why’s.

They ate never going to understand or accept the why’s – They can proclaim to anyone around them what a mean,disrespectful, and passive aggressive person I am for “dumping them “. And that’s okay. They are entitled to her opinions. They are even entitled to thinking they are right. I am that over it that I don’t care.

So I didn’t give them an explanation. I’m not going to give them an explanation. If they were that worried about it they could have contacted me when it happened and asked me. But no- they didn’t they behaved exactly as I predicted which is one of the many reasons I unfriended them and distanced myself on purpose from them and their circle of friends.

I made a promise to myself when I turned 50 I was going to live differently, become healthy– physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Sometimes that means you have to make decisions that some aren’t going to like.

Today is Friday – My Friday five.

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Food:

1. What’s your favorite food?
2. If you were not allowed to drink water what beverage would you drink for the rest of your life?
3. What food do you refuse to eat under no circumstances?
4. What food can you not live without?
5. What food were you sure you’re going to hate but when you tried it you were pleasantly surprised?

Blogging with the help of Siri :)

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My iPad makes reading blogs fun and easy. Commenting can be a little challenging but I think I figured that out. What I’m trying this morning is blogging via my iPad with the help of Siri. So for fun I am going to dictate to Siri what I’d like to say in my blog post. Right now I am speaking very slowly so Siri can make sure she records and writes everything I say correctly. This should be hilarious because I’m not going to correct any of her mistakes:)

Here goes nothing-

My dreams over the past three weeks have been incredibly interesting. Mr. words and I have decided to go on a mostly plant-based diet for health reasons. By nature of a carnivore and if it’s pork, chicken, beef, turkey if it’s me I’ll eat it. That’s crap I’ll stop three weeks ago. Our diet is 70% plant based with fish wants or twice a week. Aside from dreaming about cuts of beef and bacon I spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

My dreams have been vivid and all revolving around meat. Big huge slabs of meat with lots of A1 sauce and times of bacon piled high to the sky.

(Wow Siri is not doing too badly ah?)

I dreamed I was wearing a bacon dress. In another dream I was wearing chicken breast earrings that were hanging from my ears and made my ears hurt.

As of late I’ve been sautéing are grilling portobello mushrooms so I could have something that was like me but it’s really not the same even though I love Portabella mushrooms.

Okay enough about me I’m sick of talking about me. (The word me should really be meet)

Really any of you with an iPad that has Siri with it should try this cause it’s hysterical I think of Poolie every time I do this:)

The naked bike ride was a couple days ago- I honestly think because I live in the great Pacific Northwest but I’m just really hip chick and I’m cool enough to be comfortable with the naked bike rent.

I’m so not cool and I’m really not comfortable with the naked bike run.

As supportive as I try to be of all my friends who do this I realize I’m just an old lady.

I’m sorry they’re just something that you shouldn’t do naked. One of them is bending over to pick up anything. I don’t care how hot are rocking body you have watching someone bend over to pick up soap, The newspaper, I’ll paper tower off the floor is just damn gross. You also shouldn’t attempt cooking anything naked, going outside to your mailbox Oregon back to picking up a newspaper. I don’t want to see you working out, on your treadmill, on your stationary bicycle, or your elliptical machine for that matter. Don’t put your sweaty butt cheeks on my leather couch, or for that matter sit on anything in my house without underwear on.

There’s too much jiggling, sweating, and weird stuff that happens when we’re naked. I just don’t like it.

Maybe it’s me with the body issues but I think being naked should be reserved for having sex, taking a bath, taking a shower, skinny-dipping.

Toddlers can run around naked now that’s cute. It stops being cute after about age 3.

I used to think I was so cool:). I’ve suddenly become my mother:)

This Siri function is pretty great- I could get used to it. I will have to however learn how to slow down the speed of my speech and make sure that my pronunciation and diction are clear.

Wow I didn’t realize how tired I am of typing. Ha ha! Hey wait I put in like 25 Ha ha ha and Siri only recorded to. So now Siri is the ha ha police?

Okay my dream from last night is coming back to me although it did have me and it wasn’t as heavy on the meet as it normally have been.

I dreamed I was calling my mom and my sister who we’re staying at my moms house. It was pouring down rain when I arrived and they were telling me where they were in the house. I’m not sure why that was important but what. They had all these cell phones in front of them I couldn’t figure out which one was ringing. My mother was upset because my father was traveling on business and didn’t call her the night before.

Then my dream flashed forward to a dream with my sister-in-law and we went to this really weird Chinese restaurant. We had to climb 10 flights of stairs to get up to the restaurant and I was surprised myself because I made it to the top without being winded.

They didn’t even offer any Chinese food.

I woke up.

This post was brought to you by Siri. All grammatical mistakes are hurtful. ( her fault) and yes you have to say the word parentheses to make one.

Rude people and homophobic people SUCK! Or rather than can SUCK it!

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The Tony awards are on tonight- I love them! I also love Neil Patrick Harris – He’s just an amazing entertainer all the way around.

I was texting with a friend ? of mine? ( Well – not really a friend. I’m not sure what she is to be honest) And I was saying how much I enjoyed the Tony awards and I love Neil Patrick Harris.

Her reply to me was:

“I used to love him but now he’s too flaming. Really I don’t care that he’s gay I just don’t want it thrown in my face like he does once they come out the gays just go crazy”

My mouth hung open as I read the text.

My reply back was-

“How rude can you be?”

This ensued a conversation about how she didn’t mean it. And how she didn’t really feel that way. And that we were all entitled to our own opinions. The backpedaling was nauseating.

I told her I thought it was a crock of shit.

She knows she feels that way- She’s homophobic, I’m pretty sure she’s also a racist, And a hard-core Republican. And I’m really glad that we’re not friends.

God – need I say more?

Granted, not all Republicans are that way- But she’s giving all Republicans even the nice ones a about a bad name.

She can just plain suck it.

You know you do it…

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When I read this I laughed until my sides hurt. My name should really be “inappropriate Annie”. I can’t remember when I realized I had this warped view of the world — but I do. It’s more than snarkines.

For instance Mr. Wordsjustfly and me ( or is it I?) have overhauled our diets. We are super focused on our health. (Being in AARP land does that do you) Anyhow we were out having dinner together with words junior. Looking around at who else was having a dinner alongside us — I began to notice some really large people — the wait staff seemed like vultures circling their kill almost salivating that they had rotund people in their establishment. Encouraging their large patrons to order two or three appetizers, huge entrees, and lots of dessert. It was crazy.

And all I could do was laugh. Isn’t that horrible? I literally saw dollar signs circling the heads of the wait staff as I thought to myself this place loves it when fat people come in – more money in their pockets.

And I began to laugh. I laughed so much I actually unnerved myself…

Sometimes I creep myself out – like that Radiohead song:

“I’m creep – I’m a weirdo – what the hell am I doing here…”

Technicolor

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I do everything in technicolor. Kind of like those flowers above. I am trying to figure out what that means – technicolor.

To me it means I do everything big like Texas hair in the 80’s.

When I cook it’s great and there’s tons of it. When I entertain its always a big deal. When I dream it’s in technicolor- I can taste, feel, smell and feel. When I give (whether it be my love, my time, or what have you) it’s big. I have a big ole heart that I wear on my sleeve and an ass to match. I wear loud colors, big diamonds, and I always smell delicious.

There’s just no missing me.

I am told I am the giver of energy. That’s probably why I am tired a lot because I allow people to suck the life out of me.

Oh who knows if I buy into all that “stuff”.

I know I probably should have had red hair to match my temperament and personality.

“Your too emotional” They say

“I’m must being myself”, I reply.

And so it goes.

Letting Go With Love

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I had hoped that as I approached middle age that all the drama that we experience in middle school, high school and college would go by the wayside. 

I didn’t realize how mean spirited middle age women could be.  I continue to learn new stuff every day.

What I have taken away from this is that my responsibility is to make my amends, accept responsibility for my crap, keep my side of the street clean, and move on.

So I did.

It’s all about letting go with love — meaning not hating their guts, wanting to kick their asses, and hoping they get hit by a bus. 🙂

 

 

 

Contemplation

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What a big word – you know?

Very creative word – the possibilities are endless.

To ponder. To analyze. To consider. To reflect. To muse.

All of which can get this chick into hot water.

Over thinking what a concept.

Something I do quite regularly. My mind conjures up all kinds of crazy made up stuff that’s probably not even happening.  I can take a benign statement and turn it into something it’s not. Misinterpreting is an art form which I hold a master in.

No one told me when I turned fifty that I’d be reliving my teen age years again.

 

 

Oh god.

Jonesing for pancakes

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I hate pancakes.  They are just too too pancakey! The whole butter syrup smooshy texture is just gross. Blech.

Of course for the past 11 days I have shifted my diet – no grains, no pork, no beef, very little poultry, no dairy except for plain Greek yogurt, no bread. Fresh vegetables, nuts and fruit.

Sound fun?

Don’t fool yourself – its not. Not right now anyhow. “They” tell me my palette will change and I will soon love this new way of eating.

All I know is that I have been craving goddamn pancakes. Heaps and heaps of them laden with hot maple syrup topped off with big knobs of butter. I think about them several times a day.

I’d rather eat my boogers.

Well maybe not my boogers but you get the gist.

Being healthy ain’t for weak and feeble minded.