2016, The year I can’t wait to see end.

Warning:  This post is pretty much venting on my part.  The picture I chose has nothing to do with anything I said, but it was just too cute not to include!

On the minute chance that anyone noticed, yes, I did take down my rambling post from a few days ago. Note to self… Do not engage in blogging when utterly exhausted. 

Anyway, yes, it’s true.  I really cannot wait for this year to be over. With the U.S. election finally being over, I expect I’m not the only one.

Really America, what happened there?  Why on earth would you put that man in the White House?  These are of course rhetorical questions that I don’t expect, or want, anyone to answer.  What I do know is that some of my American friends and family are justifiably worried, especially those in the LGTB community.  And I’m worried for them.

Aside from the rambling post I left up briefly, it has been nearly a year since I’ve posted anything.  My plans for this blog haven’t gone as originally planned.  Part of the reason for that is the same reason I don’t blog under my name…real life drama that follows me online.

Speaking of which, on what world is it okay to attack your child’s chosen spouse every single damn time you talk to your offspring?  You don’t have to like or approve of your children’s choice in spouses, but you sure as hell can show some basic courtesy.

In other news, my world has been turned upside down this year…

In late February, we lost the last of our senior furbabies.  Aries has turned 15 about 6 weeks before we had to say goodbye.  His kidney disease, a common condition in older cats, progressed faster than expected.

Understand that until the day we had to euthanize Aries, I had never lived a single day of my entire existence – and I’m in the latter half of my 40s – without having at least one cat.  

This is a huge paradigm shift in my world and frankly, I hate it.  I’ve already had my life shrunk that of a hermit where the internet is my only regular connection to the outside world.  The single biggest factor that has seen me through so very much, especially through a lifetime of health issues, has been my pets. And now they are all gone.

We talk about getting another kitten or cat, insured of course, but for reasons I won’t bother going into, I doubt it will ever actually happen.

That’s it for now.  Thanks for reading.

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To all my followers: Good news, I’m not dead!

Just dropping a quick note before heading off to sleep…

Yes, I’m still alive.  No, I have no intentions of quitting this blog.  2015 has been a really crappy year in my world.  I will be back as soon as things slow down enough that I can concentrate long enough to write.

Best wishes to everyone.  Know that I hope your holiday season is going well.

HarsH ReaLiTy Kickstarter

Edited July 12…Reason, to fix typos from hell. The original was supposed to be a draft. Tip for the day, do *not* try posting when half asleep…😆

Hello my friends,

This is something I’ve never done before – reblogged or in anyway advertised a Kickstarter campaign (or anything else that I recall)- so I hope that indicates for you just how badly I want this to succeed.

Opinionated Man (OM) of the personal blog, *HarsH ReaLiTy, is a devoted husband and a father. He has reached a crossroads in life…he must either have a successful Kickstarter with a modest goal of $10,000 (minimum) so he can write full-time, or be forced to cut his blogging activities down by 90%. I fear if he does, he will cease blogging altogether. And that I believe would be a tragic loss for all of us.

ON is, as the username suggests, a very opinionated fellow, who does a lot of what I call “Life Commentary” on a variety of subjects. He does so with great humour, sharp wit, keen insight and much kindness.

If you’ve never had the good fortune to come across his work, then I strongly advise you pop over soon and have yourself an in-depth look around his material.

If it’s you’re first visit to HaRsH ReaLiTy, I’d reccomend you start with his longer, meatier articles. They will, I believe, better demonstrate his writing chops! Though to be clear, his poetry and short posts are nothing to be sneezed at.

Jason (OM’s offline name 😊), my sincere apologies for letting this one escape before fully polished.

Try Writing

I know, I know. I keep reblogging when I should be writing. Is it my fault there are so many wonderful writers to be found on WordPress? 🙂

This one, from Stuart M. Perkins on his blog “storyshuckers,” is a priceless response to a non-WordPress blogger who apparently wrote a post on his blog, putting down the rest of talentless bloggers, who apparently annoy him by posting our drivel on the internet!

Storyshucker

“Thousands of people who write believe they are better than thousands of others. They believe they will pen the next great American novel but their writing is dull and full of grammatical errors. Why do they write anything intended to be read by the public? Why do they write?”

I read those lines and was impelled to respond. The blogger’s entire post was arrogant and sarcastic, but those lines were the cherries on top. After I acknowledged that he can post what he likes on his own blog, I then asked if rather than squelch ambitions with a negative message about imperfection, he could instead applaud people for their attempts, for our attempts because I am one of the imperfect. But, we still try.

I don’t necessarily like being serious because, well, it’s not funny. I love a little arrogance and sarcasm as much as anyone, maybe more than…

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Happy Being Heathen – A World of Pain

This one particular reblog is not through a WodPress site, so you can’t use that handy little Follow widget if you want to subscribe.

That aside, I came across Adam’s site while fishing through the Community Pool last week (he was commenting), and I’m so happy to have crossed paths with him!  The post I’m reblogging states very clearly how where I stand as an atheist.

As I’ve said before, I do not  have a problem with anyone’s belief in any faith.  But let’s be clear, atheism is not itself a religion of any kind.  It is not a new fangled version of paganism.

Adam explains, in a far more eloquent way than I could, why this debate about atheism versus theism so frustrating for those of who don’t follow any faith.

Thank you, Adam!

http://aworldofpain.co.uk/happy-heathen/

Looks Can Be Deceiving

A very touching and insightful post by one smart young lady!

What a fabulous way to end this beautiful, sunny weekend!

Please take the time to read it. I promise you won’t regret it. 🙂

Loud Thoughts Voiced Out

I want to start this blog with a little activity / homework / experiment, whatever you want to call it, for you. When you’re out on the street, somewhere, I want you to look at a person and I want you to judge them by how they look. Think of the nastiest, bitchiest and rudest comments you possibly can, all because of how that person looks. Like “Oh. Look at her face. So snooty. I bet she’s an effing.. something.” Any name calling, any amount of judgement you can possibly pass about that person.

Now I want you to walk up to them and I want you to shove all that judgement away and put on a sweet voice and as genuine a smile as you can and tell them, “Hey. I’m sorry if I’m intruding. I was just standing there and I constantly kept feeling like you’re going through…

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Eat My Pussy – By Jessica B. Bell (Part One)

Okay, fair warning. This is NOT a family rated post.  NOT PG!

It’s racy, okay, maybe even lewd…and if you don’t know much about Canadian politics, probably won’t make any sense. But it’s bloody funny…if you get the reference.

NOTE:  There are two parts to the original post, so be sure click on Part Two when you reach the bottom end of Part One.

Sleep? What the h*** is that?

Sleep?  I’ve heard of it. 

Of course it’s not something I can personally attest to.  But I have heard it helps with little things…like sanity.

Fishing flopping husband.  Snoring husband.  Snoring dog.  Snoring cats.

In a couple hours, he will get up.  Whining and snivelling, again, about how tired he is.  The animals will be all bright eyed, bushy tailed and eager for their day to start

Anyone want a roomate? Or three?