Everything Explained!

So this morning was a fun little phenomenon. My husband woke me as usual around 6am, ready to head up stairs to go to sleep. You see, I have taken to sleeping on the couch because sleeping in my bed while my husband is away at work always makes me sad. Sad means I can’t sleep, so I crash on the couch watching something or other on Netflix. Well this morning when we went upstairs to lay down, I was feeling more awake than normal and started yammering on about how I had some strange dream. 

 

I decided to share with you the interaction as best as I can recall. 

 

I had a really weird dream before I woke up.

 

Why don’t you tell me about it lovie?

 

Well it is super strange. It started out that you and I went to meet some shaman woman who was supposed to send me off on some trial so that I could meet my spirit animal. She said I needed to go through the trial because there were bad guys trying to do stuff to endangered animals or something.

So yea, I go through this trial and I end up finding my spirit animal and it’s a squirrel named Freddy.

 

(laughing) That explains so much.

 

*swats him* Hush, I’m telling you about my weird dream! 

So anyway, once I’m finally done with the trial and Freddy and I are heading off to find the shaman woman, we meet an Elephant. His name was Charlie, and he said that the shaman woman had relocated because of the bad guys. Freddy didn’t want to go though because he wanted to look for his missing girlfriend, Sandy. 

 

(he is still laughing)

 

Anyway! So Charlie let us ride on his back since he knew where she was. After forever, we found her only to realize apparently Sandy was hidden in her hair. Freddy lost his lid when we got to her and chased Sandy up the shamans neck and back into her hair. 

 

(practically losing it) This explains everything. Just so much of everything.

 

*growling* Yea well when we got back together, we went to face off with the bad guys, but there were a bunch of people outside their headquarters! Good thing was that there was a duck pond area near the headquarters, because their headquarters was part of a zoo that had a bunch of exotic animals which was how they were getting their ill-gotten goods they were pilfering. Freddy and I hid behind a tree close to the office and started doing duck calls together to lure the ducks over so that they would distract the people. 

Suddenly I broke into song, singing and dancing and you were picking me up and throwing me in the air and I did mid-air twirls and stuff. It was cool. People were clapping and cheering as I sung about the wild animals and how they just wanted to be home, safe from harm. 

 

(sounding mildly interested) That actually does sound kind of cool, the singing while in the air thing.

 

Right? It was so cool. When everyone started wandering away, the bad guys showed up and I had Charlie stomp on them real good, squishing their guts everywhere. *in a chipper tone* Then we rode off into the sunset together on Charlie.

 

(laughing again) Oh great, I can’t ride into the sunset in a nice car, no I ride into the sunset on the back of an elephant. Thanks, Shay.

 

*shocked voice* What?! I thought it was awesome!

 

This dream just explains so much about you, my sweet wild energetic squirrel girl.

 

Oh shut up. *fake-hurt voice*

 

Not long after the exchange ended, the kids woke up and the day began. I thought it would be fun to share this weird little dream, maybe it’ll give you better insight into who I am too?

Pure Insanity

Throughout history it has been proven time and time again that immigration without assimilation is by definition a sign of hostility, the first steps to a full on invasion and the beginnings of a takeover. By definition, immigration with no intent to immerse themselves into the culture they’re moving into is a means of eradicating the original culture by which they’ve been granted access to. This is precisely how nations fall and countries become disenfranchised. They see the powers that be, not enforcing their nation’s laws, letting people run rampant and unchecked. To cry for open borders would be to support the extinction of a nation, the extinction of differences in cultures, in truth it is the extinction of diversity.

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Just take a look at what happened when our forefathers came to this nation. It was a takeover, not a peaceful assimilation, there was no immersion, no cohesion between the Native Indians that we dubbed Native Indians. We labeled them as barbarians, savages, and we took over with little effort. How often do you see a Native Indian anymore? It’s not often, I’m betting. They may not have had any laws regarding immigration, but that didn’t make what we did any better. Now here we are, centuries down the line, we are allowing what we did to the Natives of the land to happen to us even though it goes against our own laws that have been in place for years.

 

I’ve always been under the impression that laws were intended to be enforced, that this land was our home. I thought letting people into our country ought to be viewed as the same as letting people into our very own personal home. Everyone has their own rules for their individual homes. I’m quite certain if someone walked into your home, made a mess, demanded that you change your routine to fit their lifestyle even though you don’t believe or live that lifestyle, well I’m rather positive that you wouldn’t accept it. Why on earth you want the nation to pay for those who won’t assimilate, who won’t learn the language of our nation, the logic is beyond me. Is there even any logic in your thought process?

 

Every time I see people crying out for the protection of those who refuse to become apart of America, when I see others claiming that deportation of illegal residents is inhumane, it makes me wonder. If you love these individuals, these law breakers, these detestable human beings who have no care for the rights of the average American, why don’t you let them stay at your house? Why don’t you foot the bill for their personal well being and their shelter? Why don’t you allow your home to be torn asunder, your beliefs or lack there of be questioned under your own roof, your food thrown away because it doesn’t fit into their religious beliefs.

 

I know I won’t. I am a law abiding citizen of America. I am a resident. This is my country, this is my home, have some respect.

Awareness

It has been brought to my attention that people are parading about, acting as some sort of champion for awareness of diseases and or disorders. Supposedly this months targeted agenda is Autism, Asperges which is a form of autism, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder often simplified as ADHD. The problem with the categorical “Autism, Asperges, and ADHD awareness month” is that Asperges is literally a high functioning form of autism. It is often confused with ADHD especially in young children. Many forms of high functioning autism get confused with ADHD due to the behavioral mental health. Early stages of recognizable autism seem much akin to ADHD because the brain isn’t entirely matured enough to develop a full sense of self being so they come off as “sufferers of ADHD”, and are thus prescribed medication to fit that diagnosis.

 

How do I know this to be fact? I have been both witness and victim of a state designed ADHD diagnosis. The medication that is prescribed for the diagnosis? Pharmacy engineered speed. Yes, you read that correctly. Speed. A commonly known addictive drug is being prescribed for your “mentally addled” child. This series of wrong diagnosis for children with forms of autism and the supposed correct diagnosis of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder should never be given speed. Not every problem can be resolved with a little medication. As a victim of state prescribed speed, I can tell you from first hand experience, it is an experience no child should be forced to endure.

 

My parents fought the system to get me away from the drugs, but little to their knowledge I had already started self medicating thanks to my elder sister who introduced me to cigarettes. My parents weren’t the wiser until it was far too late to do anything about my addiction that had replaced my state prescribed drugs. Being diagnosed was my gateway to other addictive substances, but thankfully for my mother, I had opinions formed of streetdrugs and kept to addictions that were more easily obtained. Coffee, caffeine, cigarettes. Things that seemed innocuous and easily obtainable. I don’t know whether I would have started this line of addictive behaviors had I not been prescribed speed by the state, but one thing is for certain. It didn’t help.

 

My worst memory, I still feel this sometimes as a long term side effect, is sitting in my room constantly reorganizing things. Anything. Pennies from dullness of color and shine to year they were manufactured. Crayons alphabetically from how pointy they were to how dulled the tips were. I functioned as a machine without free thought of my own. Often times I had a sensation that I were just a visitor of my own existence. I was literally trapped in my own mind and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Until the fated day my sister introduced me to cigarettes.

 

Granted not all experiences are the same, sometimes kids genuinely do benefit from the addictive substance. It doesn’t stop the fact that it is an addictive substance. To this day, I still don’t know how I avoided the ill fated destination of an addiction councilors room for addiction to my state prescribed baby sitter. I am merely grateful for it.

 

Instead of spreading awareness of mental health issues that get prescribed drugs that are harmful, why not champion yourself toward the cause of finding better ways of handling these problems. Help a child to become a better human being by not writing them a life long prescription that will land them in an addiction councilors office. Save the future.

Relationships

We are all products of our parents. We grow up around them, they’re our first love, our first cuddle, our first snuggle, our first person to make us smile and the first person to ever make us cry. They set the boundaries as well as the guide of how we then lead our lives as we become adults. They inform upon us as model clay, a blank slate. We are born little sponges, soaking up every instance that happens in our lives and the lives of those around us. As infants and children we idolize our parents and place them upon a pedestal. As teens we become angsty and try to formulate our own ideas of where we belong until we wise up in our adult years only to realize that we were total sods to the people who loved us the most.

 

It is our parents that inform our ideas of what relationships are meant to be. Due to this imprinting of ideology on how relationships ought to be, people often hesitate to leave situations that seem good on the outside but behind closed doors are truly a nightmarish hell. Some people are raised in houses that seem like the ideal white picket fence home with the adoring child(ren), loving husband, and swooning wife. Behind closed doors these relationships are at times strained, often enough to the point the child(ren) hear the backlash of an angry mother or father yelling at one another over something trivial or large. This gives young minds an unstable idea of what relationships are meant to be like. It leads to being in abusive relationships, or being an abusive lover.

 

Sometimes this imprinting can also lead to people thinking infidelity is okay. It isn’t. Marriage, no matter your religious standing, is intended to be done for love. If you cannot keep yourself to your bedchamber with your significant other, then marriage is not for you. I’ve seen countless families broken apart due to some form of infidelity, be it emotional, physical, or even just through the use of words. Yes, emotionally cheating is still cheating. If it is something you would hide from your significant other, then you most likely shouldn’t be doing it at all. When you love someone and you start a family with them, your children need to see that love you share between you and your significant other.

 

They need to see what love looks like, be it coming home and having a freshly made meal for them or rubbing their shoulders before or after a hard day at work. Even just passing moments where your eyes might catch, kiss one another without thinking about it. Let them see the passion you two have without getting vulgar about it. Play music and dance in the living room together for all I care, just make sure they see what love is like. Have them dance with you if they’re old enough, they’ll enjoy it and feel included as well as loved. We learn at a young age what love is like, if you do it right then there’s a good chance they’ll be able to show their children, your grandchildren, what love is like too.

 

If you have a disagreement, try not to hash it out in front of them. Especially if there is yelling to be involved. Small disagreements that can easily be resolved without raised voices is good for them to see because they will know that the world isn’t all sunshine and daisies, but it will also set an example of how to conduct a disagreement like people not barbarians. 

 

Whatever you do though, do not cheat. Do not lie to the person you love and expect them to forgive you. Cheating is unforgivable. I don’t care what world you’re from, cheating is never an acceptable answer to upset or outrage. It not only hurts the person you’re with, it hurts your family as a whole. It will bring down upon your family a misery that no individual should ever have to endure. 

 

People have asked me if I would divorce my husband if he cheated on me. I would do worse than that. Just as he would do worse to me if I ever had the gall to think it were okay to cheat on him. Cheating is never the answer. If you’re finding yourself unhappy, discuss it with them, don’t go looking for someone else to talk to about it. The moment you cross that threshold, you denounce any form of love you ever had for the person you’re with. It is a line you cannot come back from.

A Fast Fixit Recipe

A couple days back I was expecting company. I had invited someone over with the intent of making a nice wholesome dinner that all could enjoy. It wasn’t terribly spicy but had the perfect kick of flavor! I had tried the recipe before and decided it needed to be kicked in the fanny and given some extra zest. The original dish recipe was as follows

 

3/4 Cup long grain rice

1 Cup water

1 Can Campbell’s Cream Of Mushroom Soup

1 Teaspoon Paprika

1 Teaspoon Pepper

2 Boneless Chicken Breast

 

Sounds simple and sort of bland! I tried it out and sure enough it was rather tasteless. The second time I made it, I made some alterations, after all, who likes bland food? I certainly don’t! The alterations were great, but I had left out the cream of mushroom soup, both because I forgot to and I wasn’t sure whether it dulled or accentuated the flavors. It was great but the rice was dry. I was dismayed. My husband said it tasted great none the less, so when I had decided to invite company over and they had given a semi positive response, along I went with preperations! It wasn’t until 5pm, about the time I needed to put the food in the oven, that I realized company wasn’t coming. Not so much as a phone call or Facebook message, just absolute appalling silence. So I added something extra to the recipe that I knew those who I had invited wouldn’t like but my husband and I would enjoy. I thought I would share the recipe here, as it was one I cooked up myself, with the help of an originally blandish starting point.

 

1 1/2 Cups Long Grain Rice

2 Cups Water

1 Package of Bacon (16 slices)

2 Cans Cream Of Mushroom Soup

4 Chicken Breasts

4 oz Mozzarella cheese

Seasoned to taste with : White Pepper, Garlic Powder, Paprika, Italian Seasoning and Chicken Seasoning

 

The way I went about it was I took a long 2.5 inch deep glass cooking dish, poured the rice then water, mixed in the cream of mushroom soup until it was a nice consistency. I chopped up the bacon into smallish pieces and cooked the bacon. Once fully cooked, added them to the mix, stirring until the bacon is evenly distributed throughout the ricey cream of mushroom mixture.

 

When prepping the chicken, I like to make sure it is raw and not frozen. I take the chicken seasoning and sprinkle it on, then rub it into the meat on both sides. Once the chicken has been fully rubbed, I add a dousing of paprika. Just a light dust of paprika over the entire rice and cream of mushroom soup mixture is good. I like to do the same with the white pepper, as a little goes a long way. For the garlic and Italian seasoning however, I like a good nice thin coating over the rice. Mix it in nicely, then lay the chicken breasts over top the rice.

 

Put in the oven for approximately 30 minutes, then flip the chicken over and add  a light sprinkle of cheese over the chicken. This keeps the chicken from dying out and gives it a nice cheesy topping. Put back into the oven for another 30-45 minutes depending on whether your chicken had been frozen and size of chicken breasts.

 

 

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My Ricey Chicken Creation

Absolutely Done

For the weeks preceding the presidential inauguration, many jokes and images were shared at the soon to be POTUS expense. Disparaging blogs and pages were made about the imminent doom that we Americans were due to face as punishment for their exercise of a given right. The right to vote. People have endlessly bashed and trashed any and all who dare vote for the giant cheeto that is now our President. I joined in the chorus of voices laughing gaily at the jokes, after all, they were funny!

 

What I cannot stand idly by and watch though is the never ending plague of Hillary worshipers who hate Trump so much without letting him prove himself that they must protest as if it were a major human rights violation. If you want to protest something, protest the amount of “refugees” that are given free housing meanwhile we have children and veterans who are living on the streets. Protest the money freely given away to corporations to bail them out while we have starving children in our own nation. Protest the inhumane way that our own citizens are treated meanwhile outsiders are given every cut of slack available in our nation. Protest the fact that it is diversity that is the cause of our very own misery.

 

Yes, it is true. Diversity, once seen as so wonderful and amazing, only benevolent countries would dare offer it. Yet if you take a look at these countries now, they have in essence been wiped out. Only countries that were primarily white offered solace behind their borders, having been told by the masses that our lack of diversity were a sign of racism. Due to this swarm of diversity we no longer have our own culture. Have you even noticed the decimation of the American morals, morale, and tradition? Of course not, be it due to oversight or sheer deliberate and willful ignorance, most have been too dense to see it.

 

We, a once proud and powerful nation, are a shambles of what once we were. So criticize all you want, hate me if you wish, but you haven’t even given our new POTUS a chance. It isn’t like Obama was that great, he basically robbed our wallets to fund giving free housing and food to refugees. He brought in swarms of people who ended up bombing a gay bar, have clogged the streets of New York until traffic literally couldn’t move, raped children in our own neighborhoods and yet we the people have done nothing to defend our own.

 

I am positively done with all these people who praise Hillary and claim she stands for women and their rights when she has remained married to a piece of trash who got caught being a philandering unfaithful pig, threatened her husband’s sexual conquests, promotes late term abortions which are rarely if ever medically necessary, advocates in the position of rapists meanwhile calling into question the victims mental well being which in turn is victim blaming! You blindly followed her because she is a WOMAN who espoused being for that of which she clearly hates. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves for not properly doing your research. 

 

You all set up protests the day he was inaugurated to show how against him you are, how he isn’t your President and that you refuse to see him as such. Great job being childish infants. Protesting should be reserved for human rights violations! What is wrong with you people?! He hasn’t even had a chance yet millions have collaborated in standing against our POTUS, truly creating a divide in our once great nation. You want to know who will be the fault of our nation if it should truly crumble? Its you, America. It is you who stand so shamelessly away from your fellow Americans. You who have drawn the line in the sand, creating the larges divide known to man kind. It was divides like this that resulted in the different locations of Egypt. Had they stood together as a proud people, uniting together instead of standing divided, they may very well have lasted longer. America, you need to grow up and stop acting so confounded childishly! I am so ashamed of you.

Cruel World

Today, I made myself woeful. Today, I did something I haven’t done in a long time. The world crashed around me when I drained the last of the coffee from my cup this afternoon. I dug around the cabinets and the fridge in desperation, seeking but not finding what I so desperately needed. With saddened eyes and a shattered heart, I knew it had finally happened. The world was soon to end as it became clear. I slumped on the couch, feeling dejected and remorseful. We truly live in a cruel world.

I ran out of coffee creamer.

Come tomorrow morning the world will of burst into flames and no one else will be left alive. Villages will have been plundered and live stock stolen and sacrificed. All that was has ended, the world will weep for my loss. It will be a very scary time when I awaken tomorrow morning.