I swear I didn’t know this existed. I was on a different computer and was looking for my blog. I typed in hopenminded and the search came back with this . I had no idea there was a dictionary entry on me.
It made me giggle inside as I thought of the many people who really did NOT like me when they first met me (online). After some time of them tolerating my “hippie dippie happy” view on life and my openness to most ideas, no matter how strange they seemed to main stream society, most of these people came to understand me better and most actually like me. A few just tolerate me or ignore me and I’m ok with that. I understand everyone is different and needs different influences in there life.
I am always amazed at this life we live. It’s such a fun journey. I love the growth and change that comes with age and experience. I don’t know exactly why I get to be so (for the most part) peaceful NOW, but I am so thankful for it. Maybe its true that all things must have balance in life. My childhood was the stuff of horror movies, so it only makes sense that now I should be happy and safe.
I have a strong passion to give peace to others. I want so much to bring them this feeling I have. I am not exactly sure how to do it. I’m searching for my way in this one. I know I wont fit into a traditional therapists “chair”. No I need something with a wider spectrum. I need to be free to give the truth from my heart and mind not from just a text book. I think they call these people Life Coaches. Sounds kinda wacky to some, but in my search I have found so many people looking to Life Coaches to help them change their lives. What a wonderful way for me to share my Hopenmindedness.
I really enjoy snooping on the lives of total strangers. Particularly when they share it in picture form and make fun of themselves. So get to snoopin‘ on mine and share yours. If you have a blog that gives me a good picture of your life I want to see it.
Let me start by saying I’m so wonderfully intelligent that God blessed me with a 5 head to fit all the brain matter in one spectacularly shiny spot. Oh and I absolutely love dying my hair.
I have eaten 2 waffles with natural peanut butter and cream cheese with a squish of honey every morning for the last 2 months. Cause I like to beat a dead horse. Someday I will stop eating this and move onto something else just as odd and beat that horse too. Its my way damn it, so fucking deal with it. Get it? OK? Good! I’m glad we see eye to eye on this one.
I’m the type of person to research and learn as much as humanly possible about something before I take it on in my life. Any of my online group friends may tell you I don’t give up till I feel qualified. I am sure I have annoyed many people with all my inquiries. I eventually felt I had enough info to properly care for a pregnant dog (then her puppies came) from a shelter. She and pups lived with me till they weaned (cause I’m big on the breastfeeding stuff) and we got those little shit machines out of our house and into loving homes somewhere else.
I love me some pussy. No not that kind of pussy. If I meant that I would say Vagina. On that subject I do think mine is pretty damn awesome.
I have a big bulging belly. I think it has something to do with all the human beings that grew in that area. Plus eating a lot of really good food and drinking excellent beer. I have no issues with my body. I’m quite happy in it. I like it to be strong so I do work out, and eventually the truth of that will show in the pics, but I’m not trippin. If you ever catch me blogging about some anorexic bullshit, I’m deserving of a reality check or possible just swift kick in the ass and good imported beer.
I make my kids forage for their food. I think I may have mentioned this before. I know I sound like the worst mother in the world. Different strokes and all.
Here we see I sent my wee ones out to get there own protein for the day. The small boy is doing quite well. I think he has the little black one in his sights. (I love you Melissa…heehee)
I do take very good care of my health though, I take ass loads of vitamins every morning. This is just half of them.
I take pain in a different way than many do. After learning how to give birth at home, I had a new respect for my body so instead of continuing to pop out MORE kids even though it is totally kick ass, I chose to just put new holes in my body and spend hours letting someone puncture me with color soaked needles.
This is my head before May 31stish …………..Oh and I’m stretched to 7/16ths and my goal is 1.5inch.
Here is my loverly ear after getting poked on the 31stish. Its called the conch and yes I’m so childish that I want to say cooch. Its just who I am, man. I am too damn deep to be serious all the fucking time. Farts make me laugh too.
I am more and more complete the more and more of these I get. As my soul soars and my love grows so shall my beautiful works of art. The goal is to be covered neck to feet by the time I’m 50. Oh and I like my new brown bra.
I feed my little blue duck better than my children. If that were true, I would not be blogging about how much ass wiping I do all day.
I dig my garden. haahaa get it? Oh I’m such a dork sometimes. I also like to recycle as you can see with my old tires, painted perty to grow my veggies for this season. They are doing really well, the only issue I face is the CAT SHIT (mentioned in a previous blog) Hence all the wooden skewers you see. That little turd is still pooing in there.
This is how I look on most days. No make up no frills unless you consider the holes and tattoos frills then and only then could you call me a frilly girl. gag. Darn it I don’t think I got a single good shot of my septum piercing. Oh well this leaves me open to blog about my nose right?
I take my writing seriously. So while reading instructional blogging sites I may seriously partake in a corona. I came up with some pretty good shit that night.
I have a walking stick for a pet. I’m not sure why this is interesting or noteworthy other than the fact that I doubt YOU have one. If I’m wrong then lets have walking stick play dates and do an arranged marriage quick cause I want a bunch of baby walking sticks around this place.
People tell me I have really pretty eyes. I believe them.
Here is our mama dog done being the mama and loving living with us. We have had her for about 8 months and its one of the most enriching experiences of my life owning, training and loving a dog. Yeah I know I’m mooshy too. Wow this chick is multifaceted.
You will rarely if ever see any pics of my husband because he doesn’t care to have his face on the internet. I try to respect him but sometimes he is just too cute so I do it anyway.
Hey I had a rough fucking day today. I don’t even care if this all comes out like the biggest SHITE you ever saw. Yeah sure, I had a little klonopin and a Corona light….with the nummies lime and salt thank you very much.
So this is drunky blogging I guess, or whatever catchy fucking phrase some “blogging expert” wants to give it.
If i miss spell, hopefully spell check will catch it, if not then go ahead and crucify me I’m cool with it. I like a good spanking now and then. Give it to me baby UH huh UH HUH.
I have a few ideas of what constitutes a good day. These are the kind of days that just give you that “life is fucking great and no one can fuck this up right now vibe.”
My day looks much like a white trash movie me thinks. Picture a slightly hot but fading mama ex rocker chick in her cut offs and black bra under a white wife beater shirt. She worked in her yard pulling weeds and mowing the lawn. All the cat shit is picked up the dog shit too. The kids toys are thrown all over the back yard and and the hard sided baby pool is set up in the back yard. Ice cubes in the freezer constantly being made to keep said pool cool as a cucumber.
She is hot and sweaty. The kids are messing around independently around the house. Sure they are diggin in the fridge eating all the fruit which will give them the runs later, but that is later not now. Now is time for mama to reeeeelax. Dishes need to be done, laundry could use some work, but the sun feels good and there is a slight breeze. Turn off the suck your brain box and turn ON the expand your mind and mood box with a little Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, and gimme some Janis Joplin please. Keep the good old songs rolling my way as I grab my cheap ass Corona with lime and salt to “fancy” it up and head on out the back step to the baby pool awaiting my arrival. Yes that’s right mama is going to kick back with a small cooler stocked with beer and a baby pool to wade in until the kids pass out on the lawn from just having uninhibited fun. One of them is old enough to get me a snack if I need it and we have a corner to pee in so there is really no need for me to leave the comfort of my backyard.
I have my phone near by and my friends call and ask what I’m doing. I tell them and of course they want to join me. Hey the more the merrier lets get this going. My friends show up with there kids ready to play with mine….Yay more free healthy entertainment. Of course I don’t know how healthy my kids are for theirs. As my kids are generally nude and running around like wild beasties but hey they are happy beasties.
So this is kick ass now, we have beer and friends and a baby wading pool to cool off in. Get the BBQ started slap on some delectable cow or chicken and some zucchini and corn for my veggie lovin friends and feed our faces. Making sure we are making enough noise to cause neighbors to inquire and possibly be invited over. In doing so maybe some more beer and more food and more kids will come.
We relax and eat and party into the evening lighting a fire in the back yard fire pit sitting around the fire giving the kids marshmallows to roast and finishing off our beer. Telling stories and jokes till some of us fall over in our chairs.
Some stay over and sleep on my floor or that one guy we found in the emptied baby pool the next day. Its a wonderful life when you wake up to an environment like that. I’m not kidding I’m not making fun. This shit is really my idea of a fully good time.
Don’t forget my friend Kelly would get up and make everyone a kick ass breakfast and bloody Mary’s to help us all out with our headaches.
I love my life. I love having simplicity and basic wants covered. Its who I am. So sorry I don’t fit into your country club life style or private school that costs you half your pay check. I’m only sorry cause it means you don’t want to know me and darn it I’m a pretty kick ass chick to hang with…..in a baby wading pool with a beer and wife beater on.
sorry no pics this time, I’m too tipsy to function that progressively at the moment. Maybe tomorrow I will edit and add some…or maybe i will read this and delete it. So your lucky if you get to read it before my sober mind comes back.
If you have it in the bag then that must mean the rest of the world are idiots and don’t have a clue. Casting your judgments out on others because from your experience that just didn’t work or the way you grew up it was so ego squashing to be forced to wear a school uniform. So you are going to always do the opposite of what your parents did.
Oh isn’t that how a good parent does it? They always strive to make their child’s life somehow better than their experience. If you were sheltered then you over expose them. If you were beaten you go as far as to not even spank sometimes going deeply into the world of attachment parenting losing all perspective on other possibilities and becoming judgmental of all other parenting choices. Maybe your parents were up your ass all the time (attached) and you choose to go the other way and give your kids freedom of self expression and don’t want to hinder them by being “too involved”, because then you might somehow negatively influence or squash there creative integrity. Of course your way must be the best way because its total opposite of what your parents did. No one can tell you different.
Well hot damn that sounds like a lot of bullshit doesn’t it. So somehow we are going to fix our childhoods by going in the total opposite direction of our parents with our own kids. You ever wonder if some of our parents thought the same damn thing and that’s why we are so fucked up now. Yes, there is a connection. In reality we may fuck them up just as bad or worse because every child is different and therefore requires a open minded approach to their abilities and needs to learn successfully. Trying to squish all children into your little parenting book style repertoire of rules and sure fire solutions is only one narrow minded way to parent. Who knows it may work for one or two of your kids. Giving you the illusion you have found the key, the end all be all answer to parenting. A few good thoughts to consider are:
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination. Albert Einstein
He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery. Harold Wilson
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde. Dolly Parton (just making sure your paying attention)
“Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. Bruce Barton
Extreme positions are not succeeded by moderate ones, but by contrary extreme positions. Friedrich Nietzsche
I love that all of these great people shared such insightful ideas, now who says we cant take them and apply them to how we view our parenting and that of others.
Of course the closed minded view that “my way is the best/only way” is so common and has plagued us for all time. So don’t feel bad if you found yourself falling into this trap at some point in your life. We see it in the big things like battle of the sexes, gang affiliations and violence, birthing choices and all wars. All the way down to the small things like how to wear your hair, who makes the better brand of anything, don’t shop at WALMART or you’re evil too, and rap and punk will rot your brain. Really people, if you take a look at some of the views you hold so closely to and just try to step outside your tiny world for a second you might see that not everyone is like you, not every child is like you think they should be and that little fact is a blessing not a curse. Heck even your own children could be missing something essential to bring them to there true potential because your too stubborn to realize some other method or idea just might work better. The fact that people are different and require differing environments to blossom is part of what separates us from the beasts. Our diverse natural humanity creates the colorful and talented world we should all desire. Unless you have headupyourass disease like these poor individuals you will be able to take a step off your high horse and consider that we are all doing our best and others ideas and your ideas co-mingled can bring wonderful success to parenting.
To say that you have a strong belief in how a child should be brought up is your right and often very admired. I’m not trying to say everyone should just second guess every single thing they do for there kids. I’m just wishing that we had a better sense of community and camaraderie in being parents in this world together. Why does one choice or method have to be ridiculous just because its not how you would do it. Save yourself the frustration and heart ache and rejoice in the various positive and well thought out methods of other parents. Maybe then they will find it easier to see your choices as respectable also. Accept that no matter what we do there is undoubtedly going to be some issue our child brings back to us later and complains we sucked at X,Y, and Z.
Our action hero’s day started off like any other day. Getting ready for school. Making crazy faces at their mom.
Then out of no where life got a little dangerous and strange. First Miss Fussy Pants was run over by a seahorse.
We soon discovered this was just a distraction plan by the evil and treacherous Mr. Slime. He laughed at our hero’s as his evil plan to kill all the Lady Bug Guards went into action.
The lady bugs work for our hero’s Miss Fussy Pants and Super Bluey. They guard the threshold of the fortress and warn of incoming spies……the Sneaky Aphid Infiltrators.
Little did Mr. Slimy know Miss Fussy Pants and Super Bluey had a plan to trap Mr. Slimy and his Snail Trail Troopers. Their punishment would be the salt mines.
Sadly the Snail Trail Troopers had been able to get some of the Lady Bug Guards into the pit of no return. Thinking quickly Miss Fussy Pants and Super Bluey called for Giganto Hand Lady to come and whisk them off to save the Lady Bug Guards from death.
Giganto Hand Lady gently placed the Hero’s down at the edge of the pit of no return.
Super Bluey did the dirty work getting deep inside the pit to fish out the dying Lady Bug Guards. It was tedious and dangerous work but his heart drove him on.
Miss Fussy Pants waited on the edge of the pit to safely carry any injured Lady Bugs to safety.
She was successful in saving one very wet but special Lady Bug. The leader of the Guards Two Tone Tony.
His special outer covering was like no other guard. It set him apart and made the others look up to him. Its no wonder he survived. He is one strong Bug.
Two Tone Tony took a long and much needed rest on the arm of Giganto Hand Lady. First traveling up her tree arm.
Finally taking his rest at the home base….the Father of all Lady Bug Guards the shrine of the Big Bubba Blue. The only other lady bug since the beginning of time to be set apart for its differing color and uncanny ability to lead the troops.
Another evil plan has been foiled. All is well in Nuxville and Miss Fussy Pants and Super Bluey are training their new side kick Malodorous Boy how to tame the wild and fuzzy back yard spider to be an informant and warn them of their arch nemesis future plans.
My grandfather was a kind and gentle man. He never raised his voice or put any kind of fear in me. He worked hard. He built his 2 story house with his own 2 hands. He planted a substantial garden that gave his family more than 50% of their food. He was a pastor in his church. He was very devoted to his wife. He served in World War Two. He raised his children and never did anything offensive or wrong to them.
My grandpa used to read from a beautifully colored childrens book to me every night when I stayed in his home. The books were all stories from the bible. Stories that now I can look at and see they can be taken as quite frightening. Coming from his gentle and loving voice I never felt a moment of fear or worry over these stories. I stayed with them (my grandparents)while my mother attended college. This would be for several weeks at a time. It was supposed to be one of my safe times. A place for me to be where no one could hurt me. I wish I could say this was true all the time. Unfortunately it was not. I should make it clear that my grandfather never once hurt me and he didn’t know of the pain that was being inflicted on me while I visited. Those events are better saved for a different telling.
My grandpa would gently ask me if I would like to go outside and pick vegetables from the garden. As I sat in the dirt picking peas from the vines, eating most of them, he would be working hard on the radishes or potatoes or fixing the watering system. I was safe and free to just sit and pick my food. I would skip about the garden for hours while he worked and ate the food he grew or drove toy cars and trucks through the dusty paths he had created between each long planter box. While he worked and I played, I remember feeling so safe and free. I never wanted to go back in the house.
Sometimes we wouldn’t go back in right away. He would go in and get the sandwiches grandma had made and some lemon aid and meet me out by the back deck (that he had built). We would wash up and sit and eat, then start fishin’. His was a nice little deck that stretched out over the canal that ran into Clear Lake near by. It was filled with rainbow trout and bass and cat fish. The cat fish gave me the creeps. The rainbows were my favorite, I think because they were so plentiful and easy to bring in. Grandpa taught me how to clean and gut them at the sink and cutting table he fashioned to his deck. As we fished together and grandpa had to put his arms over my shoulders from behind I remember thinking even back then at such a young age, “dont shudder, dont be scared, he wont hurt you, Oh thank God i am safe”.
I dont know that my grandfather will ever know just how much he meant to me. Will he know he was the only man in my childhood to not traumatize me? Does he know, he gave me a glimpse into what a real man is supposed to be. If it wasn’t for him, my life would have ended quite early and gone in a much more horrific direction. His loving arms and voice, let me know I was worthy. I am worthy. I am a child deserving of love and respect. I tear up as I write this. I miss my grandfather soooo much. He was taken from me by the person who used to abuse me back when I visited him. He still doesnt know. He may be dead right now for all I know. He may have died wondering what happened to the grandchild he loved so much. Why didn’t she visit more, why didn’t she love him? Lord I hope he doesn’t die with that feeling or thought. I hope the truth is found in his heart.
I love you so much grandpa. Thank you for saving my life just by loving me as a good man should.
I wish that I had pictures of him, but I don’t. So all I can use are the pictures taken during times he was around and making me feel safe.
Life around these parts has not been normal for 5 days now. Yes it is this gross at times. Masks required
The dog Sug(er) has been hovering and protecting all the sick and dying. The cats seem to care also.
When they are up and walking this is what my floor ends up looking like. The towels you see have been there for 2 days covering the puke. I finally cleaned them up today. There were/are more throughout the house. This is what my poor babies look like when they have just barfed and are too spent to do anything else. Rest wee one rest.
Now for the writing portion of todays submission.
There is an appropriate time for anything and everything. That does not mean the subject matter must be appropriate to someone elses liking.
It is approriate that my home be a total disaster right now.
It is approriate that my children just be allowed to cry.
It is appropriate that they play nakey in the back yard pool if they so desire.
It is approriate that my kids forage for food in the well stocked fridge without help from me.
It is appropriate that I not be able to blog like I want to or go to the gym like i need to, right now.
It is appropriate that I not get a shower everyday.
It is appropriate that i yell.
It is approriate to hide in my closet even for a moment from the screaming people.
It is appropriate to say FUCK off to any and all rude and selfish mother fuckers that cross my path because normally I am full of patience and forgiveness but right now I am appropriately stripped down to my bare and raw abilities.
I am appropriately different from my average daily self. Its an interesting trip to be on. That is how I try to think of it. Im not in a permanent state off affairs….OH NO. This is temperary, this is just a test of my will and determination to return back to my wonderful loving self, when all around me returns to its normal state of course.
I have been telling others for years that they too are OK being different from there normal selves for a period of time when life throws them a curve ball. So I must accept its ok for me too.
The following blog may have some content that you might find ICKY. If your sensitive to poo conversations then don’t read any further and go about your happy little day.
I normally post about positive things. This will be positive in the end, I promise. I can never just leave a negative situation to fester and become worse. There must always be a solution with some sort of happy ending.
So here is my problem. Im tired of SHIT. In my daily life (on good days) I have to clean up lots of shit.
1x a week clear all the cat shit from my front yard (idiotic neighbors who like to feed all the strays) 2x a day doggy poo duty (I dont mind this at all) 1x a day cat box duty (not a big deal) 2-4 x a day Greysin diaper duty 2-3 x a day wipe Blu’s butt ( i am grateful he is now going in the toilet instead of a diaper) 1x a day checking that Bekah properly wiped her own ass 1x a day well then there is my own personal wiping needs
NOW lets add to my normal list:
1-2 x a day clearing out the shit of some sick stray cat who poops inside the planters of my veggie garden…..grrrr and its filled with maggots. The crap doesNOT sit there more than a few hours cause i check it several times a day so that means there is some sick cat walking around with maggots/eggs inside its body. This makes my skin crawl and I feel obligated to find this animal and help it.
4-5 x a day these past 2 days cause poor Greysin is sick and has the horrible stinky runs. 3-4 times these past 2 days cause im house/dog sitting for my neighbor who has 2 dogs and the big one shits the size of 2 small kittens and he has the runs and blood in his stool….K YEAH NO!!!! I dont want to clean this up. I dont mind the small dogs itty bitty turds but now they have also turned to diarrhea so Im screwed
AND MY DAYS ARE FULL OF SHIT!
Here is my plan. Im going to first go rent 1 or 2 live traps to catch the cat who shits in my garden and one on the other side of our house where I have spotted 2 baby (stray) kittens, from my idiotic neighbors who dont believe in fixing cats. They feed the sick and infected strays but think Im the freakin‘ DEBIL cause i want to humanely trap them and get them HELP….im a little bitter about my neighbors as you can plainly see.
So anyhoo, trap these strays and get them out of here. Im also going to put pointy skewers around all my plants so if i cant catch this cat at least it cant crap on my veggies anymore. Im hoping this works cause I have already tried moth balls, a cayenne mix sprayed around, and coffee grounds. Next i will try chicken wire.
I dont have a solution for my neighbors(the nice neighbor) sick dogs, i dont mind dog/house watching for her, we do each other favors all the time. I just feel bad cause I cant bring myself to clean up those GIANT craps from her big dog, i almost vomit just going near them. On the bright side, now she will be aware that her dog is sick and needs to get some help.
I enjoy opening myself up to experiencing the world around me. This even includes what some would consider the more negative experiences.
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Its much easier to take the world in as it comes when I am rested and armed/prepared to properly protect myself.
Yesterday I went to my daughters school Spring Carnival. It was HOT out there but there were icees and water melon so it wasn’t too terrible.
All the classes at her school put on a short skit/performance. Here is a short clip of Bekah’s.
Now to get to the
of this blog.
I was standing off to the side watching the performances when this over weight sloppy and sweaty man walked in front of me and approached a man video taping his child perform. I took notice of this man and his actions because as he walked passed me i got an instant feeling of anger and bad intent.
He said to the man, “dont you hate it when someone stands in front of you when your trying to see your kid perform”. The man gave him an odd smile and politely said, “yeah sure thats annoying”. You could see on the innocent mans face that he had no idea why this angry man was saying this. Considering I was standing back and could see the entire layout of the thing i understood that this angry man was wrong and he should not have expected anyone to know they were blocking his way. It was an obsurd expectation. So the angry man walked back passed me again, giving me the chills and i started shaking uncontrollably. (note: this was not fear it was his anger that I was picking up……darn it)
He returned to the innocent man (who was still taping his child) a few seconds later shaking and sweating like a pig. He stood in front of him put his back right in front of the mans camera and said in a hushed tone (picture someone wispering a YELL…is that possible) ” how do you fucking like this then, cause this is pretty much what you did to me”. So this poor man now has to have this angery fat mans mug and angry words on his video camera when it was supposed to be of his child performing. The angry man went on to curse and put down this innocent man. It made me sick and i couldnt stop shaking.
My first reaction was to grab my children and walk away from this persons evil….which at this point was oozing out of him like slime all over me. See here the armor would have been really helpful. I kept my eye on this man the entire time we were at the carnival. He made me sick inside and i was fearful of being too close to his hatred again.
Normally this would not have been a problem. I would have gone right up to the two men in the beginning and had my armor on and pushed my way in the middle and acted like an old friend of the innocent man and just walked away with him. Leaving angry dude in the dust to deal with his own damn mess. But no, i had his mess all over me. It was beginning to hurt. So instead of continually watching out for this man and avoiding him anymore I chose to seek out the innocent man. Well i didnt seek as much as if i saw him I would say something to him.
Toward the end of the carnival I saw the innocent man. I approached him and said, ” hi, i wanted to speak to you. I saw what happened from start to finish with that angry man earlier. I wanted to tell you that you did nothing wrong and that i was so sorry he treated you like that.”
The man’s body physically relaxed in front of me as did mine. He thanked me profusely saying that he had questioned himself the rest of the morning wondering what he could have done differently to not upset that man. I told him there was nothing he could have done, that man was just angry and full of hate. I told him that until i was able to speak to him (the innocent man) I was carrying around the mans anger and it was heavy. The man was so grateful to me for approaching him and I was grateful that he was the cure to my heavy burden.
I grew with this experience. I learned that even though normally I am well armed, I am very sensitive to other peoples energy and I should not take for granted a good nights sleep and taking time out for myself to rebuild my strength so things like this cant tear me up again. It was very hard on me. I am not being dramatic or over indulging in how this effected me. It was very real. It makes me understand more how and why I was the way I was as a child. I felt so much from the people around me, I was lost and confused in all their adult emotions. This puts into better perspective so many things for me and how I will protect my own children from negative or intense adult emotions. I already do protect them in a way but now I know exactly the name of this beast and can be even more dilligent in watching out for it.
NOW please clean your mind with a few cute pictures of my loved ones.
Have a wonderful day and keep your armor on. Take good care of yourself.
of my whole point here.
