#election

My head is spinning

I’m confused

I’m disappointed

We used to be a nation that elected someone with a military background to know they’d been previously tested with acts of war. Someone with political background and connections with other countries to keep the peace in times of crisis.

We elected someone with neither of those traits whose own campaign won’t even allow him to go on twitter for his own good. God I hope he’s just going to be a Republican puppet.

But…

As someone who has had her pussy grabbed, been assaulted, been raped, and lived through it only to be blamed by others for the actions of “men”…

As someone who had to seek out a specialist to make sure my unborn kid didn’t have a fatal form of skeletal dysplasia and contemplate a “late term abortion” (a la 21 weeks) … and then fight insurance to make sure THAT appointment was even covered…

As someone who is about to deliver a child with a disability …

As a wife to an already mixed race man…

As mother to mixed race kids …

As a friend to those struggling as LGBTQ+ to be accepted for who they are…

As a woman…

As a United States citizen…

I’m fucking appalled by the choice that was made by HALF of my fellow citizens. HALF the people in America that voted (whether only for party lines or out of hate) said I don’t matter, my life doesn’t matter, my options don’t matter, my children don’t matter, my friends don’t matter.

My fucking father is becoming more and more of a bigoted, self-righteous, piece of fucking crap if y’all want my honest opinion, up until this past year I would defend my father to the fucking death… now, not so much, since he and his buddies are all white, elderly, elitist fucks along with the woman he cheated on my step-mother with and whom he is apparently now dating full-time… basically telling everyone that his guns and POTUS were reasons he voted for Trump. Awesome dad, your guns and the –possible- threat to them were more important than anything listed above, good to know. Never mind I have my own gun “collection” that I’m not the least bit worried about… Your superiority complex to anyone that isn’t white and over the age of 35 is more important than the option for your granddaughter to have not struggled for minutes outside the womb while doctors broke her ribs to relieve pressure only for her die moments later (this was the possible outcome if she had a fatal form of skeletal dysplasia), or for her to make her own choices later on in life regarding her own body.

I’m at a fucking loss for understanding. I was not and am not a Hillary supporter, I wanted Bernie, and was willing to settle for Johnson. But lesser of two evils!? I hope and pray that the families of the men who died in the Benghazi bullshit understand that they now mean more to our country than the following people (who are alive and terrified right now):

Women

Minorities

Muslims

Immigrants

Disabled

And the list goes on and on…

 

If you voted party lines, I hope you understand the amount of power you gave a weak and worthless human being. I hope it’s worth it to you when he does nothing to “better” the party or your life. I hope POTUS will stand for the constitution and not allow Trump to make changes that set us back 50 years, as if life in ND as a woman wasn’t already hard enough, trying to imagine this across the nation is, frankly, scary.

What I really want to scream is that I hope you experience all of the hate that Trump spewed out to everyone that isn’t you. I hope you get your pussy grabbed. I hope you feel you need to flee the country before feeling the full effect of the intolerance you helped your fellow man created. I hope you feel scared for no reason other than people don’t value you as a human being. I hope you are denied basic rights because of how you were born. But I can’t, not in good conscious, because I’ve experienced only a handful of those and I wouldn’t wish that fear and anxiety on my worst enemy let alone a stranger who (possibly – mindlessly) went along with party lines for fear of electing a Machiavellian President in the form of Hillary Clinton, because it was a debate for a hot second in my mind too. Until I realized that I was worth more than that, my friends, my family, those I love & care about, we’re worth more than a party line.

The only silver lining I can see is that at least our impending war won’t likely be with Russia as Trump is so busy kissing ass to a fellow dictator.

Regardless, I’m scared.

Ella

Where’s the Crafty part, Bitches?

Ella and I definitely have the Chatty part down of Chatty Crafty Bitches, but we haven’t even delved into the crafty part.  Yet.  Oh, you with bated breath, exhale! because you shall wait no longer for the crafty in our posts.  It has finally arrived.  Let’s hope it doesn’t disappoint.

Since becoming a mom to V (as in Victory, she came out of my Vagina!), I’ve become much more aware of what is going in and on my body.  And hers.  And everyone’s.  Well maybe not everyone’s body….because that would just be creepy.  Let’s talk about a few crafty ways I’m changing it up.

Organic coconut oil.  Did you know this shit is a miracle worker?!?  Do you remember the movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”?  How the dad was always spritzing Windex on everything?  Organic coconut oil is my Windex!  It goes on everything.  It’s now my nighttime moisturizer, it’s V’s diaper rash cream, I’ve used it in recipes, it’s in a lip scrub I love!, I’ve put it on V’s eczema, and I’ve even gotten the husband into using it!  He’s cooking with it and moisturizing his balls with it.  (Guys in case you are wondering, coconut oil makes those suckers kissably soft.  Just sayin’.)

I’m also using essential oils in cleaners or as ways to scent the home instead of regular candles and harsh cleaners.  I’ve become hyper aware that it matters that we not breathe in chemicals or that V doesn’t pick up some crazy chemicals if she decides to pick up that banana from the floor and eat it.  Which she totally does.  My best carpet deodorizer?  Baking soda + essential oils.  My favorite essential oil to diffuse?  Citrusy ones like lemon, orange, or grapefruit.  Oh, here’s the diffuser I love – the colors make me so happy!  And just this week I ordered a spray deodorant made with essential oils.  Fer real.

I want to start making some of these things on my own, so I know exactly what is in them.  I have the essential oils, coconut oil, and other things to make moisturizers, lip balms, etc.  More to come on this…

I’ve started a small indoor garden.  I’d like my daughter to see some of our food come from us, from our own hands…we planted it, nurtured it, grew it, and harvested it.  While I love the idea, I sincerely hope I won’t kill the plants because I forget to water them.  (Which reminds me, need to have the husband invent some type of self-watering system where the plants whisper “I’m dying!!!!!!” and then water is released.  Or something like that.)

I’m getting back to composting too!  And the husband and I are seriously considering downsizing to a tiny house in the next few years as well.

Bottom line, I’m really concerned about my footprint in the world and how I can help minimize our waste.  I’m worried about what kind of Earth my child will have to live on after I’m gone.  I want to do my part to make it a better one.