Friday, May 25, 2012

Double standards?

So, I'm single.  The hubby and I parted ways in June of last year, and made it official in February of this year.  And I learned something very interesting along the way....

...There is still an EXTREME double standard about men having casual sex, vs women being slutty.  (Term used purposefully.)

As a twice divorced woman, who is picky, emotionally unstable when it comes to relationships, and in general just not a fan of being tied down, it's surprising how many people frown upon, well.... entertaining your urges. Shall we say.

As long as you're safe, use your head about it, I say... why not?  I know some people don't agree with that theory though.

Seems to be ok for men to do it, though.

I'm actually not getting laid at all and have my eyes firmly fixed on one prize (he knows who he is) but until a few months ago, I was just looking to enjoy life, not be judged.  Who is anyone to tell another person hat they do is inappropriate?  Would it have been better for me to SAY "Yeah, be my boyfriend!", get laid, and then dump them?  I guess I don't understand the horrible stigma attached with being an adult making my own choices....

...but I also know a lot of idiots have fucked it up for the rest of us.

Friday, May 18, 2012

I suppose I should explain myself....

Hi, I'm Jamie, and welcome to my blog.

Some of you knew that by now, but a brief synopsis of why I'm here is in order, I believe.

My original blog, was started February 15th of 2009, to chronicle my first pregnancy.  Unfortunately, on March 19th, 2009, we lost our precious baby girl to a very rare, very hard to comprehend syndrome.  It was a fluke, and there was nothing we could do to stop that.

Over the last 3 years, I've received numerous emails about how finding that blog, and that honest, brutal, no holds barred look at my experience, helped others cope with their own loss.  I am blessed in multiple ways to have been given such a huge compliment.  I never intended my blog to be anything other than something I could refer back to later in life, for memories' sake.  Knowing that someone was able to find some sort of comfort in my words is, without a doubt, an amazing honor.

That being said, I fell off the blogging bandwagon for a while because I didn't feel I had anything to say.  The truth is, I do.  Because there's a ton of other things in life that are sugar coated and not discussed, and if I brought light to one, why not do it with others?

So this will be moving into a no hold barred look at my life.  Perhaps some of it will apply to you.  Perhaps not.  But I hope I can manage to bring a little bit of that peace of mind to more people with this new blog.  I've moved because I no longer can stand the site of the babyoliverblog address.  I'm still the same old me, though.


Well played sir, well played indeed.

I find it funny that the only time I seemed to stick to blogging was back when horrible, awful things were happening to me.  As though in order to be interesting, I had to have some epic story.

Anyways...  I've picked up a second job DJing karaoke for a local bar on Friday nights, and I start tonight.  This ought to be interesting... the chick who sticks to a deadpan voice, and hates people, trying to be upbeat and chipper, keep a drunk crowd happy and entertained....  I'm thinking lighting myself on fire might be a backup plan for when they get out of control.  Thoughts?

Thursday, May 17, 2012

An interesting thought....

Thought provoking conversation about politics and world affairs this morning with a few coworkers.  Funny, they all said, wow, Jamie, I wouldn't have taken you for a politically opinionated person.

I'm not.  In fact, I know next to nothing about any of the candidates.  I refuse to discuss it mostly because I don't want to appear uneducated.

Then again, this is the same group who, 5 minutes later, was having their own little sing along of "Jerry Was a Racecar Driver" by Primus, so I really doubt they would have called me out on the holes in my knowledge of Mitt Romney.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

So here we are again....

Seems like I do this a lot....  skip out on posting.  I sometimes feel like I have nothing to say that anyone would want to hear.  Sad, isn't it?  That we can let ourselves get to a point where we feel our words are insignificant.

I stepped up today and said no more.  I expressed my concerns to someone I didn't think was seeing exactly what he was doing to me.

Of course, that blew up in my face when he seemed to not care at all.

Dating, it seems, is a bad choice for me.  11 months to the day since I asked Will to leave and where am I?  No better off.  No worse off, that's for sure, but... when is it my turn?