Nasty Comments & Crazy People

 

       I would say that this must be the week of the crazies but honestly I seem to draw a fair amount of them most of the time. Usually the nasty comments are mostly on Twitter but it seems they’ve migrated to my blog. Damn it Yay! 

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Wondering why you haven’t seen them? BAN HAMMERED those bastards I don’t approve nasty comments. If you just disagree with me on a book or a subject I won’t censor your comment but if it’s advocating violence or you cussing me out….yeah, I’m probably not going to let it post. 

           I got one the other day on my post about Oklahoma Turnpikes from forever ago (way to creep my page weirdo) that called me a bitch and told me if I didn’t like how things worked I should start ‘slaughtering politicians’…… Uhm…. holy shit this guy has lost his fucking mind Wow that guy is unhinged. I do not now or ever suggest that anyone “slaughters” anyone else….ever. He went from 0 to ape shit immediately.  Calm the heck down bro! Take a chill pill ( do people still say that?). I’d rather just vote out politicians whose policies I don’t agree with. Killing them is a bit harsh…I mean…if I killed every person I didn’t agree with….there wouldn’t be many people left. Plus, I’m a lover not a fighter. Peace is an actual solution people. Oh, and as of now, I’m still legally allowed to complain when politicians do stuff I don’t like. So, I think I’ll raise my voice and not a weapon because murder is a big fucking deal and I’m not about to take someone’s life over the dollar or so I have to pay to drive on a road. I mean, get perspective. 

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As if that wasn’t crazy enough, I’ve received about 20 emails from some guy pervert  asking me to review his graphic erotic novel……NO means NO fella. Just….read my damn review policy and these types of crazy situations won’t happen. When I said no he got his panties in a bunch upset and said it’s my fault his book can’t get any reviews…..dude, I’m not responsible for what other reviewers are telling you. 

To top all of that off, when I was mowing my backyard yesterday a rabid probably rabies infested tiny mouse ran up my BARE LEG till he got to the edge of my shorts and ran back down and away. So, I’m probably going to die thankful he didn’t decide inside my shorts looked like a path he wanted to take. 

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Oh, and I found a dead mole on my doorstep this morning. So, yeah. Good times.

 

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Mason Mondays – The Perfect Gentleman

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Am I the only parent who watches a ridiculous transformation take place with your child when you are in public? Sometime’s I feel like I’m dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 

Today I had a doctors appointment and of course I brought captain Mason with me. I very rarely let anyone watch him. Unless I literally have no other option…..Mason come’s with me. Now, don’t get me wrong. The select few people that have watched him in the past have done a spectacular job. I am one of those clingy mom’s who doesn’t like to be away from my kid.

Anyway,

From the minute we walk in through the doors Mason switches on his good boy attitude and turns the cute up to 11. He helps me hold my purse while I’m checking in. He helps me pull out my seat to sit down. He even remembers to bring me a toy from the kids section so that I wouldn’t feel left out. Sharing is caring after all. He’s showing me pictures of animals in the magazine’s and making the noises that are associated with said animals.

This place was full of old people who just couldn’t get enough of this adorable boy. I received so many compliments on my parenting I was bewildered. 

Mason was super sweet to the nurse and the doctor. They gave him candy and a sticker.

All in all he made himself and me look like we had this parenting thing down pat.

I’ll be real with you. It’s not me. I’m not performing any parenting miracles. I just love him and do my best to keep up.

The second I get him into the truck to leave…..the demon came out. He wanted me to tell him a story…then he wanted to sing…then he wanted to throw his toys at me. He wanted his daddy. He had to poop. Then he really did poop.

It was crazy fun. Let me tell you.

But, at least those people in the doctor’s office are sitting at home thinking I’m the mom of the year. 

So, yeah, at least there is that.