Stating My Opinion

My Truth.

I'm working on gaining confidence in my life by expressing my truths.  So first I'll pick an easy one:  Why I don't like Mitt Romney.  I don't like him because he looks like The Man.  The White All Powerful Condescending Father Figure that all rebels rebel against.  He epitomizes The Man.  I'm only going to focus on looks because my truths often falter in the face of morals and ethics and non-hard science.  I'm pretty sure he dyes his hair dark and then dyes the side burns and edges of his hair grey.  You know, to better make him look like a successful business man.  I have a hard time trusting men who care that much about how they look cosmetically.  If you go into a bar and there are two older gentlemen sitting there, who are you going to sit next to to talk to: the one who has fake hair and an overly expensive suit or the one in flannel with scared hands, weathered skin, and a beard?

If Mitt's lacking the woman vote (which he is) then of course he's going to do what he can to get the vote. Creepers and Mitt dye their hair for the ladies.  I wonder if the curtains match the drapes? 

I just thought of something, go back to the old men at the bar scenario: who would you rather talk to, Mitt Romney or Joe Biden?  I heard Joe was quiet the sex symbol for 60+ yr old women.

I for one do not talk to any old men at bars, unless I'm the odd one out and it's a bar for old people. Otherwise, experience has shown me that old men at bars are the creepiest of all men.  Another truth.

More Truths:
I do not like bowling.  Please don't ever ever ask me to go bowling.  Don't even ask me to go hang out and watch you bowl.  Don't beg me to bowl. 
I do not like playing volleyball.  It hurts me and makes me look stupid because I will actively avoid the ball and try not to hit it.  That's the truth.  So, do not beg me to play volleyball with you.
I do not like it when people try to make me say swear words to prove that I can say them.  Grow up.
Truth:  I do not like people telling me up wrong without substantial and logical facts to back it up (proof if you will) nor do I like people telling me what to do without a reasonable reason.
I really do not like people telling me how to drive my truck or what sort of vehicle I should get.  If you do either one of those things...really?  It confuses me.  I try to make my love for my truck as apparent as possible to all people so that they know that it is off limits.  Sort of like children.
I do not like dress pants.  I will not wear them.  I don't care how comfy you say they are or how nice they will look on me or how professional they will make me.  Unless they are mostly cotton, I will not wear them.  I will not wear them if they have a geometric pattern that comes to a point along the crotch or butt crack.  I will not wear them if they are black and look like waitress pants.
I WILL wear heals with jeans, skirts, etc.  Heals are not hard to walk in and can be comfy if you pay enough or are picky enough.  Did you ever think you can't wear them because you only buy clearance heals from Target (or Wal-Mart?)? For every pair I buy there are 20 I didn't buy.
Red is my favorite color to wear.
I do not like to be told to calm down, and what you are hearing isn't yelling...yet.
I do not like to share my food and I do not like to share other peoples food, unless you are family.  Food is very very touchy subject for me and is an anxiety trigger.  Please do not touch my food without permission and especially don't scoop up my plate for me.  I'm a big girl, I can get my own food.
I know how to choose my food at a restaurant...you do not need to make suggestions for me, especially after I said I've made my decision. I also do not like being asked if the bagel or sandwich I am eating is gluten free.  It's really none of your business and if you know I'm gluten free and you know I buy GF bread, why do you have to ask?  Do you think I'm stupid or something?
I do not like it when I hold the door open for a man and he grabs it above my head and forces me to go under his arm to enter the building because HEAVEN FORBID he feel uncomfortable because a woman held the door for him.  Yes, that's one of my first lessons at work, to let the men hold the door for me because they feel uncomfortable if I don't.  Screw how I feel.  Even when I explain it to them, it's still not enough.  It's the very worst part of being south.

These are my truths that in general people don't believe when I tell them.  They either ask me again, ignore my answer/reasoning, or get mad it me because I didn't conform to their ideals.  Well, these are my ideals and I'm conforming to them.

Finally:

I do not like ham.  Truth.  Especially if it's spiraled with honey.

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Well, what a busy busy time it's been.  I went home to Michigan last weekend and missed the Fremont Fall Festival with Haybale Street Art.  So sad.   Instead I visited DianeMom and saw her new fence around her back yard.  It's really nice because now she can't see half her neighbors nor the cars driving by.  I rescued my grandma from an internetless existence by plugging in her new modem and restarting the computer.  Sounds so simple doesn't it?  Well, it was harder than you would think.  I had to call  Charter and talk to a smart robot and she took me through all of the problem solving procedures.  I was a little dissappointed in myself when the problem was that I needed to restart the computer.  That's what I forget to do the most at work and I call the IT guy and he comes and tells me what to press the on/off button.  The good part is he's pretty cool, so I don't mind him coming and "taking up my time" at work...even though it's his time that's being used.  It was great to see my grandma again!  She has a lot of started quilting projects and it makes me feel better about my few half finished knitting projects.

In Grand Rapids I visited my brother and sister.  Mandy moved on Saturday across town.  I glued pictures to fancy paper to make decorations for a party.  I also showed up to Nate's, my brother's house, before he and his wife were done shopping.  I read him the shopping list he forgot, only it was impossible for him to understand my north/south hybrid accent.  While they were gone Josh and I inspected all the sweet stuff in their house including a game of fooze ball, darts (where I put the first hole in the dry wall!), 70's recliner office chair (jealous!), and bar.  Their bar includes a hand-made bar, fancy pancy liquor, regular liquor, a kegorator, and a bottle sink.  Oh and a fridge filled with mini pops.  What they need is a good cleaning towel...I will have to find them a few free Indian or USDA ones.

In the evening we held a surprise 30th Anniversary party for my parents.  I was so excited, I'm pretty sure everyone at work was sick and tired of hearing me talk about it.  Too bad for them, I had a great time thinking about it!  It was great to see my mom, especially since I know she was sad because we aren't going to have a P&C Straathof Family Camp this year.  And we both needed mom and daughter hugs.  Those are top priority in our family.  To make up for the camping trip my mom, sister and I are going to New Orleans in December for a week.  I can not wait. They are going to love that city.

It was so wonderful to so much of my family again.  Extended family came from all over the state. It's so nice to see so much love and support for our family.  I hope I'm able to return it all someday.  Even if I am physically unable to, I'm always thinking of my family and praying for the best.  But then they left and the REAL party got started.

LOL.  Josh and I are the best at casual yet exclusive parties.  Mostly we have amazing parties but don't ever invite other people.  I think it's a family thing.  Nick provided the music on guitar, Lianne sang, and the Straathof's danced and made dark rum drinks.  Josh chaperoned.   Lianne sang "Kitty Meow Meow"  which is the top on my list of best songs ever.  Then she found a witches' hat that produced magical white gloves.  We took turns dressing up.

Then it was time for bed and I whirl winded to bed.  It was a GIANT house full of wood floors and wide open rooms with smooth carpet.  I'm not at all used to so much space and privacy to run and dance and yell like I used too...and I fell straight into a heavy duty wooden chest and a bed frame.  I got the two largest bruises since I moved down here.  Not ever.  Probably in the top 5 worst bruises.

I use these bruises to tease the people at work.  They always think I've been beaten or abused or something outrages with my bruises...but in reality I lead a full impact life...life is too fun and amazing to worry about things like door frames and car doors.  All I do is bruise myself, always.  Sliding down snow piles in the mountains and hitting rocks, getting kicked by a show calf, falling while playing basketball in the barn...it all bruises and it's a sign of toughness.  But at work it's a sign of a bad homelife.  I don't understand it and I refuse to conform to it.  I mean, yesterday on my way to the airport I kneed the door to the shuttle van and got a third bruise just as painful as the ones I got from my fall.

I spent this last week at the Mohegan Sun in Connecticut.  I'm not going to talk about that because it was work and I'm not done processing it yet.  But it is my favorite casino of all of them.

Now I am relaxing at home.  I hope you are having a nice weekend as well.