I felt this was appropriate for today after the comments made last night, two weekends ago, and my attitude today.
That’s right, we’re going there.
It’s the “list”, the “hallpass”, the “it’s not cheating if it happens” conversation
Everyone has one, even if you don’t want to admit it, there are certain people that you would not give a second thought about if you were given the chance. And if you are going to lie to yourself and everyone around you saying you don’t have a “list” then so be it, at least enjoy the eye candy I have for you.
These are in no particular order:
Cristiano Ronaldo. Honestly, who doesn’t love to watch that man take his shirt off? I mean honestly! I am not even a big fan of soccer but I will definitely watch if he’s playing! I don’t care how metro he is or looks, he’s gorgeous.
Charlie Hunnam. I originally saw this fine man when I was in high school watching Greenstreet Hooligans and he’s only gotten better since then. He can pull off the shaved head, long hair, facial hair, no facial hair, grunge, preppy, and clean-cut looks all perfectly.
Channing Tatum & Jenna Dewan Tatum. I am putting them as a two for one because they are both gorgeous! And if anyone hasn’t seen their lip sync battle you need to go do that right now! Absolutely hilarious. They both seem to have such great personalities to go with those amazing looks!
Zac Effron. This one started for me back when he was in High School Musical. I was 16 when that movie came out and he was so damn cute! LOL I was totally into the shaggy hair at the time and he rocked it! He’s only gotten better with age.
Ryan Reynolds. Oh my lord! This man has it all. A beautiful wife, a hilarious outlook on parenting, a few gray hairs, and the list just goes on and on. Anyone that knows me knows I’m a sucker for gray hair and the more he gets the better looking he becomes.
Who’s on your list? I would love to know. Who knows, mine might even change with the right guidance. Ahahaha
I found an article on UpWorthy that I found so necessary. It’s an older article, posted in October of 2016, but I still feel that is needs to be spread and read by everyone. There is still such a stigma surrounding abortion, especially with the crew in office right now.
I do want to give this author a big shout out because I believe you have to be incredibly strong to be so honest and open about such a taboo subject. Kudos to you, lady. ❤
Part of my wanting to start this blog was so I could be honest and informative, so this one is hard for me to write because very very few people know about this part of my life. But I don’t see the point of talking about tough subjects if I’m not going to be honest and put myself out there as well.
I’m going to copy and paste the article and write my answers in bold. It has been almost 10 years since I was in this situation so my memory is not as clear as the author’s, who wrote this within a year of getting her abortion, but I will try and be as clear and honest as possible.
I had an abortion this year, and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life.
That’s just a fact. Although we don’t talk about it a lot publicly, 1 in 3 women will have an abortion in their lifetimes.
But even though terminating a pregnancy is a fairly ordinary health decision, there’s still a lot of misinformation out there about the procedure and women’s own experiences — mostly because of the immense stigma that surrounds abortion.
In many cases, women don’t feel comfortable talking about their abortions because they don’t want to be shamed or ridiculed.
I wasn’t ready to have a kid, I didn’t want to be pregnant, and my partner fully supported my choice. Although sometimes people say terminating a pregnancy is “the hardest choice a woman can make,” it was a fairly easy decision for me.
Now that it’s over, though, I want to demystify the whole thing as much as I can. So here are 10 things you wanted to know about abortions but were too afraid to ask:
I got my abortion on a Saturday morning at a clinic owned by an independent provider. When my boyfriend drove up to the clinic, there were protesters outside, but it was easy enough to ignore them. I was at the clinic for about five hours, but the procedure itself lasted only five minutes.
As soon as I got there, a nurse gave me pills to take — antibiotics, pills to soften my cervix, anti-nausea medication, a pain pill, and an oral sedation pill. I passed the next few hours reading, chatting with other patients, and nodding off in my chair (the sedation meds work, by the way).
When it was time for the actual procedure, I went into a normal-looking exam room. The nurse gave me IV sedation, which put me into a half-awake/half-asleep state.
Then the doctor inserted a thin tube into my uterus, which felt like a pinch, and turned on the aspiration machine to empty the contents of my uterus. I felt some pressure and pain. Then, before I knew it, it was over. I sat in a comfy recliner in the recovery room until my ride came.
I have had two abortions. Fuck, that’s hard for me to put out there, but I also know it’s necessary if I am going to be completely honest about the subject. One was very early on which meant I was able to get the medical abortion and one was later which meant I had to get the surgical abortion. Both times I had to drive roughly an hour away to get the medicine/get the procedure. There were no protestors but I had to push a button, be video taped, and show my ID before they would even let me into the building.
The medical abortion was quite easy. I was 18, 1 month shy of being 19. My ex-boyfriend went with me to Salt Lake City to the class Utah requires you to take 48 hours before you have the abortion and he then came with me to the clinic and got my medication. I went back to his house and had a miscarriage with his mother’s support and love. It felt like an extremely painful and heavy period.
The second one was later on and I had to get the surgical abortion. Unlike the woman who wrote the article, my surgical abortion was extremely painful. Like before, they made me take a class 48 hrs before and then I had to get an ultrasound and see my “baby.” Then the doctor put a little bit of numbing stuff in my vagina and turned on the aspiration machine. I was crying because I was in so much pain and I was so angry with myself for getting in the situation, to begin with. Like the original post, I was then put in the recovery room which was terrible. It was a small room with 8 or so recliners filled with sad women who were in pain and could not look each other in the eye. It was humiliating. I was not allowed to be with anyone in the recovery room other than the other women who had just gone through the procedure. I went home and had a heavy period and pain that Tylenol could handle.
It hurt a little bit during the actual procedure, but it was nothing major (and definitely nothing compared to childbirth!). I had cramps on and off for the next few days, but they were no worse than period cramps.
Like I explained before the medical abortion was not very painful but the surgical one was very painful. More painful than contractions when I had my two boys.
Because I was only six weeks along, my abortion cost $550 — but that cost goes up for people who are farther along. I’m also lucky because I live a few miles away from my clinic, so my boyfriend just dropped me off. Lots of pregnant people have to travel hundreds of miles, find lodging, and miss work when they get an abortion.
For patients who can’t afford their procedure, abortion funds provide grants to help cover the cost.
Mine was $400 both times. However, this was back in 2008 and 2009.
Some people decide to take the abortion pill because then they can go home and miscarry in private. But I wanted to walk into the clinic pregnant and leave with all of it behind me. It’s just a matter of preference.
I simply got what the nurse recommended the first time around and the second time around I did not have a choice because of how far along I was.
I wondered if I would, but I didn’t. I’ve been pro-choice for as long as I’ve known about abortion, and I felt comfortable with my decision. A lot of women do have complex feelings about their abortions, and that’s OK too. But no one should have to feel ashamed for making a decision that is right for them. I hope that the more we talk about this, the less shame we’ll all feel.
With the first one, I was not ashamed at all. However, no one knew about it except my ex and his mom. It made it a lot easier to deal with. The second one was harder to feel okay with because I was farther along and did not have the support I had the first time around. However, after a few days I realized that I made the best decision for me and I have absolutely no regrets about either abortion.
Honestly, it was a little annoying. For the week after the procedure, I bled as though I was on my period. And even though the cramps were mild, they weren’t fun. Also, you can’t put anything in your vagina or have sex for two to four weeks.
But it was also way better than healing from pregnancy and childbirth.
It was very easy. Like the original article says, it’s cramps and heavy bleeding. The recovery is much better than having a child which really fucks with your vagina, tailbone, and stomach afterward.
The waiting room was a really friendly environment. Many of the other patients shared their stories of how they got there. Most were mothers already, and some had gotten an abortion before. It was comforting to be in a safe, open place with the other patients.
Nothing really surprised me. I did a lot of research before I made any appointments plus in Utah it’s required by law you attend a class 48 hours before your procedure so I really got double the education about what I was about to go through.
Yes to friends, no to family. I’m lucky because everyone who I told about my pregnancy and abortion was supportive.
I told very few people with each abortion. I was worried about being judged, but as I’ve gotten older I have learned the love my family has for me. I know they would not have judged me and would have only supported me in my decision, but honestly, who knows that at 18? As I’ve gotten older and become more vocal about issues I feel are important I’ve become more comfortable and confident telling people my story.
No, no, no, and I’m pretty sure no. The idea that abortion causes mental health issues, breast cancer, or any physical side effect that isn’t also a side effect of childbirth is patently false.
No, no, no, and no. I already had issues with depression and that continues on and off. I do not consider myself an alcoholic and never have. I do not have breast cancer. And I have two beautiful boys that I am fully capable of taking care of today. Cash is 4 and Tate is 20 months.
The worst part of my abortion wasn’t the abortion; it was being pregnant. I didn’t realize how much an unexpected pregnancy would affect my day-to-day life: I was exhausted, my breasts were sore, and my emotions were out of control. I imagine it might be a different experience for people who actually want to be pregnant, but it was a nightmare for me.
Honestly the fact that I felt I could not be honest was the worst part of the whole thing. I hated not being able to talk to friends or family about what I was going through and it’s only been recent that I’ve been more open about my experiences.
But after going through the experience of terminating a pregnancy myself, I feel an even stronger enthusiasm for this fight. Now it makes me even angrier to see politicians vilify women for the decisions they make about their own bodies. Because these are our unique bodies, and solutions aren’t one-size-fits-all.
How can we keep fighting for this? I believe the first step is for us to keep talking about abortion publicly because there is power in sharing our experiences with the world.
I was checking my email this evening and saw this interesting email:
We were horrified by the neo-Nazi demonstration that took place in Charlottesville, which resulted in the loss of life of a young woman as well as two Virginia State Troopers responding to the protest. There is simply no place for this type of bigotry, discrimination, and hate.
As the country braces for more white supremacist demonstrations, we wanted to let you know what we are doing for the Uber community:
Now more than ever we must stand together against hatred and violence. Thank you for making our community one that we can all be proud of.
On behalf of all of us at Uber,
Meghan Verena Joyce
Regional General Manager, US & Canada Cities
Now, this is great, I’m not complaining that I got the email. What is frustrating is that it has to be sent out at all. It’s heartbreaking that major companies like Uber have to stand up and speak out against hate and racism because our president won’t. It’s pathetic that companies have to send out an email telling its customers they are against white supremacists and neo-Nazis.
I think if I keep going with this post we will go down a rabbit hole of anger and complaints I am feeling right now and there’s no need for that. Instead of complaining and bitching I am going to put my money where my mouth is. I am going to do something to make a difference instead of just sitting here behind my computer complaining.
I found an article on UpWorthy with 16 ways you can make a difference after Charlottesville that I think has a lot of really great ideas and websites to check out. I have signed up for a few listed and I also am a member of the Southern Poverty Law Center, which is a good source of information. Anyway, here is the list, you can check out the website for full descriptions and the websites they suggest.
Have you ever had something you wanted to say or get off your chest and no platform to say it? Are you heartbroken over what’s been happening in our country? Are you upset with someone and want to write a unanimous open letter? Well here is the perfect opportunity! You can literally write about anything, I don’t like to discriminate. Shoot me an email at email@example.com.
I have the sweetest and funniest mom ever! For any of you that don’t already know, she sends Cash and Tate letters regularly. We talked on the phone today and she let me know that she was sending Cash a card congratulating him on his first week of school.
For any of you that don’t already know, she sends Cash and Tate letters and packages regularly because Cash loves getting mail that is just for him. Anyway, my mom and I talked on the phone and she let me know that she was sending Cash a card congratulating him on his first week of school.
She was in a rush and just grabbed a blank card because they didn’t have any ‘first day of school’ cards. However, she grabbed a card with a margarita on the front of it. Sweet little Cash gets his first margarita at the age of 4 from grandma Shelly. AHAHAHAH
The difference between my two boys constantly amazes me and irritates the fuck out of me. Honestly, I don’t know how I ended up with two boys who are so polar opposite. Cash is social, extroverted, and very friendly. Tate is introverted, very shy, and only “talks” or giggles around people he knows well.
Yesterday and today were such good examples of my two children. Both of them were crying but for very different reasons and lengths of time.
Cash has started this new habit of wanting to pick me flowers on our walk home or to the gym. The problem with this is they aren’t really flowers they are just weeds, and they are usually dead by the time we leave the gym or I just throw them away when we get home because they are going to die in a few short hours. As we were walking home last night I asked Cash not to pick me a flower and Tyson explained they just die anyway. Cash started crying because he wanted to pick me a flower and be sweet. He thought we were being rude saying not to do something nice for mommy. I tried to explain to him that there are different ways to show love and one of my favorite ways is through touching and affection. AKA his snuggles.
To make things better we went to the store this morning on our way to school and I let him pick out some flowers for mommy. He was so excited to do this and know that they would stay alive for at least a week. I think we may have to plant some flowers just so he can always feel like he’s getting me something.
He is such a sweet and kind hearted kid. ❤
Tate, on the other hand, has been screaming all day. He literally only stopped when he was napping, at Kids World, or had a treat. I tried to get him in the cart at the grocery store this afternoon and he got so mad at me because he wanted to walk that he hit me in the face. Literally slapped me across the face. I was livid. I put him on the ground so I could talk to him and he just threw himself on the ground and threw a fit, right in the middle of the parking lot. I put him in his car seat and shut the door. I literally sat outside the car with Cash for a solid 3 minutes trying to calm down while Tate screamed in the car. It was not a good parenting moment for me.
After Kids World I brought the boys home and tried to feed him dinner. He can tell us the foods he wants but he kept saying no to everything I offered him. He finally agreed on a bar. He got mad though because I made him sit in his high chair and so he ripped it all up and threw it onto the floor. Then he asked for yogurt. He emptied the yogurt on his tray then proceeded to through the spoon and container onto the floor. At this point I am so beyond angry I am counting down the minutes until Tyson gets home so I can walk away from him. He asked for rice as he was sitting in his high chair screaming so I warmed up some rice for him and he immediately threw that on the floor as well. After this, I just left it there and left him there. Tyson came home shortly after, thankfully. I’m including pictures because no one seems to believe me that he is a complete and utter monster.
We think his stomach hurts but this attitude and behavior is not something new, nor is that an excuse. He is constantly hitting, kicking, biting, and pinching Cash and me, as well as pulling my hair. I am at a loss for what to do. I have tried time out, I have tried being stern with him, I have tried yelling at him, I have tried ignoring him, absolutely nothing works. Nothing is changing. I am ready to give up. 😦 So here’s a big fuck you to Monday and parenting today in general. If I didn’t have class tomorrow I would be drunk right now. Ahahaha
Please keep your fingers crossed for me, or in your prayers, whatever it is you do.