It’s not about revenge. This is because life is not a contest. It’s your life. The only one you’re going to get.
You gotta live that life with an unparalleled immediacy and authenticity. In that, there is no time for revenge. Only time to be your glorious self.
Fulfill your dreams.
Actively live your passions.
Let your freak flag fly.
And when you’re a successful human, and by that I mean living your best possible life with joy and verve, that’s when you know it doesn’t matter.
Revenge is meaningless when you’re focused on looking forward. Moving forward means you’re not looking back.
Revenge is most definitely looking back.
Keeps you stuck.
They say, ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’.
You know why they say that?
It’s not what you think…
For me, it’s that revenge gets cold because you become so enthusiastically occupied with your own life you completely forget the initial desire to serve it.
It makes no kind of sense to waste your energy seeking revenge. Seems to me that’s just you handing over your power. You need your power to do all your cool life things!
And consider this, if someone or something was so awful you feel the need to seek revenge, do you want that one or thing to control your power?
Your life is a precious gift! Focus on living it with all the love, grace, and gratitude humanly possible.
Here’s some of what makes my weird little heart happy.
Noir by Christopher Moore
in the queue:
Hold Still by Sally Mann
The Balcony by Jane Delury
Funny Girl by Nick Hornby
Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose
The Dinner Party by Joshua Ferris
You Gotta Get Bigger Dreams by Alan Cumming
I honestly want to stick my monogram on everything I possibly can!
I have no words to successfully convey my love of books to fill with my writing.
The Kills (always)
The Devil Makes Three
Doesn’t matter where I am, if there’s a railroad near, I’m going to hunt for spikes.
food network and HGTV shows
Beat Bobby Flay
Iron Chef America
The Next Iron Chef
Sharpies. Gel pens. Mechanical pencils. Colored pencils. Crayola crayons. Ballpoint pens. Funky scissors. Legal pads and spiral notebooks.
my Naked Mountain Winery tee with the outline of Virginia
cracking crab legs and peeling shrimp at the seafood joint
James Cordon’s Carpool Karaoke
movie theater popcorn
magnets and stickers
robin’s egg blue
the freckles on my knees
random tv/movie/song quotes
super sharp kitchen knives
brand new mascara
a perfect BLT
switching out my bag
popping a bottle of bubbly
Cinema Sins ‘Everything Wrong With’ vids
central air (no pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than)
I’m curious what strange things make y’alls weird little hearts happy.
Let your freak flag fly in the comments!
Tags: acceptance of self, amuse yourself, be true to yourself, do what you love, grateful life, happy heart, let your freak flag fly, life is beautiful, life's what you make it, love my life, make yourself happy, what are you passionate about
Thing 1 and Husband N have no patience when it comes to gender norms for the bebe. They’re not about ‘pink’ and ‘blue’.
I’m feeling them…to a degree, I mean occasionally a baby girl needs a little pink something in the midst of her bad ass super hero attire. But I’m all for boys wearing pink and having dolls. And girl or boy, this little bebe of ours will be blessed with more than love, and some pretty fun things. Dollies and the sweetest of lovies. Trucks and blocks, and the softest damn gray elephant blankie you’ve ever felt. (I may have already purchased that. What? It matches the one I gave his or her mommy for Christmas.)
Thing 1 is already showing her zero f**ks given attitude when it comes to humor and the bebe.
She wants it to have a bunch of rude onesies before it understands that there are bad words printed on it’s clothing.
She knows she’ll get pushback from some folks, but she doesn’t care. (Remember I said zero f**ks given?) Personally I think it’s funny. And so very Thing 1 and Husband N. They’re all about letting your freak flag fly.
Here are a few examples of what our sweet bebe could be wearing when she or he arrives. Thing 1 found these at Spencers.
This one is dead on balls accurate because the “F word” is one of all of our favorites.
This one is all about Thing 2. Who is possibly more excited to become an auntie than Thing 1 is to be a mom!
Poor bebe. It’s joining a bunch of zany madcap folks…on both sides!
And finally, my absolute favorite.
I cackled when I read this one.
I can’t even be mad about the grammar.
I can see Thing 1 and her bebe in cahoots talking about the trashy “Walmart babies” in their diapers and needing a bath.
Hmmm…actually the bebe needs a onesie that says ‘me and my (insert TBD adorable grandmother name here) talk mad shit about you’. Because we will.
I know our sense of humor is dark. I know we’re pretty sardonic.
But apart from some (really old and not hip) grandmother reading these onesies on this bebe and being offended, I don’t feel like there’s too much harm in my daughter expressing her sense of humor and world view via the clothes in which she dresses her child. Up to a point…and she’s smart enough to know she’s not sending that kid to school in any of these things, she’s going to have it in their home, and yard, and with us.
I respect the expression of inappropriate points of view printed on these baby clothes. It’s ridiculous, it’s foul, it’s not at all appropriate. But it’s just so damn amusing.
And the bebe won’t be able to read for a really long time. I mean seriously, little muffin won’t even be able to hold it’s head up for a while.
I think they’re funny. But that’s because I don’t have all that many f**ks to give either.
Tags: baby, baby clothes, dark humor, funny, humor, inappropriate, let your freak flag fly, respect, ridiculous, rude, Spencers