I'm Fine. Why Do You Ask?

I’m currently sitting at work, waiting for a call from my mechanic, to tell me what’s wrong with my car and how much repairs are going to cost. Again.

I don’t think I trust this mechanic. His hands are too clean.

I’m not exactly surprised – the car is 17 years old, and shit happens when your car is practically old enough to vote. This, of course, doesn’t make it any more pleasant to shell out a ton of money on what-the-fuck-ever is jacked up THIS time.

So why not get another car? I hear you asking.

Well, that brings us to last night, and me sobbing, uncontrollably, to Jay.

See, I’m in my mid-40s, and I have never, even once in my life, decided on a car I’d like to have and then went and bought it. Every vehicle I have ever owned or driven, including the current one, has been the result of taking what I could get at the time.

A while back, though, I made up my mind that I was going to set up a plan, and I was
getting what I really wanted next time.

Since the age of 16, I have really, really wanted a Jeep. Originally, my teenage heart was set on a Wrangler, but adult me has decided on a Patriot.

No, Sam. Just… no.

With all the redesigns Jeeps have had, most of the lineup looks like every other SUV on the road these days, and the Wrangler and Patriot are pretty much the only ones left that still look like Jeeps, but the Patriot is about half the price.

And I do NOT want a $500 a month car payment.

Just writing that makes me shudder.

Anyway, plan is in place, and things are trucking along in the right direction. Until a couple days ago, when I’ve suddenly got a rough idle out of nowhere, in the aforementioned 17-year-old Saturn, and we come to the conclusion last night that yeah, we have to get this checked out.

And since my brain hates me, it set up a lovely anxiety spiral, where in a
matter of minutes I had myself convinced the repair was going to be way more than we can afford, which means getting rid of the car and finding something else before we’re ready, which means getting what I actually want for the first time in my life is out the window, which lead to the aforementioned hysterical crying, while I told Jay I am never going to have anything and I was stupid and selfish for ever thinking otherwise.

So that was dramatic. (ummmm… yeah? xoxo Dissy)

Thank the Goddess I have Jay, and he has figured out how to talk me through moments like these.

Don’t get me wrong… my mechanic is a great guy. He’s fair, honest, and has never charged me more than what was reasonable for whatever needed to be done. My car just likes to break in the most expensive ways it can think of.

So here I sit, doing the same things I do every workday and waiting for the phone
to ring.

ugh.

BARBARA:

STOP it. We just did all that yoga. Find your peace, sista.

XOXO,
Dissy

Until Next Time…

P.S. Just so you all know, Barb’s car repairs were reasonable, and she is able to keep on track to her goals. She is not going to die of a heart attack, but she may give herself an ulcer, and she needs to chill. ❤

Cent’anni Bitches!

Witchy Wednesday: Take 12

DISCLAIMER: This blog post is going to wade into some touchy subjects, specifically politics and religious based discrimination. If you don’t want to read about that kind of thing, we totally get it. (not me (Dissy) I don’t get it at all. I read plenty from all sides. You can put up with this blog for the 10 minutes it will take you to read it.)

As most of us are already aware, evangelical christians have been flooding the court system for a number of years doing everything they can think of to dismantle civil rights protections for, well, anyone who isn’t them.

Which is why this headline caught my interest:

The fight over whether religion is a license to discriminate is back before the Supreme Court

Now I’m fully aware of clickbait, so I did what any reasonable person would do, and started researching.

What I found out scares the shit out of me.

To cut things down to the barest bones, the city of Philadelphia does not grant taxpayer money to any organization that doesn’t follow antidiscrimination laws. Period. So, an evangelical adoption agency is suing them, because they want to flout the law and
still get paid.

And the Supreme Court just agreed to hear the case.

There are two main reasons this makes me worry.

First, the large Evangelical groups that are funding these lawsuits have openly bragged that attacking the LGBT community is only the tip of the iceberg. Their ultimate goal is to have it codified into law that evangelicals (and ONLY evangelicals) hold a position in this country of absolute power, where they can literally do anything they want.

The second reason is because with what has happened to the Supreme Court in the last few years, they may get away with it.

Ever since the grossly unqualified “Justice” Kegstand was installed, he has made no secret about how excited he is to get his grubby hands in there and start ripping away basic human rights from women, people of color, the LGBT community, non-christians, and pretty much everyone who isn’t a white, male evangelical.

And we no longer have enough members of the court willing to serve as a firewall against
the most extreme among us.

I’m horrified that my LGBT brothers and sisters continue to have their very existence debated, and, selfishly, I’m also concerned about the risks to my distinctly not christian family. Does my marriage get erased?

Do I lose my kid?

Where does it end?

Okay Dissy, your turn to let me know why I’m being a fucking lunatic again…

Okay, Barb, to start, in OUR blog, words like “christian” and “evangelical” do not get proper noun status. It simply isn’t done here.

This whole thing reminds me of an episode of that show on Hulu where the women wear the bonnets. What the hell is it called?

I really hope that there are enough people in positions of power, on that side of things, who see that freedom of religion means all religions, and not just that religion. I mean, I do know some conservatives who see this for the hogwash it would be. In fact, I know quite a few. Hopefully, when push comes to shove, they rise up as well.

We shall see…

Until then:

Cent’anni Witches!

Consequences and Repercussions

Basically, I made the claim on the ole facetyspace earlier today that we, as a society, are raising nicer, kinder children. I also made the connection that we (GenX-ers) were all a little dickheaded in some aspect.

So what is it that made us realize it was important to instill empathy and kindness in our children? Have we learned and grown from unspeakable tragedy? Or have we simply evolved as a species? Would it have happened without the worst in society rearing its ugly head, or did we need these events to drive points home that we have got to do better?

My two examples of tragedy that potentially molded and shaped?

Columbine
Jeffrey Dahmer

Both of these examples, at the time, had a huge media focus made out of the fact that the perpetrators of these crimes were not treated kindly (putting it mildly) by their peers.

I mean, there’s no denying that school shootings still happen. There’s no denying that serial killers are still very much a thing. The cynical part of me (I’m in a mood today, probably PMS) has to wonder, though, is that what it took to make us try harder with our own children?

What do you think, Barb?

It’s a reasonable theory.

There seems to have been a seismic shift in parenting styles between us Gen Xers and those who came before. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it, but it feels like we started raising our kids way differently. Less harshly, less focus on being a good little automaton. 

I can’t say for certain that things like Columbine were the reason, after all we still have bullying and school shootings.

However, something definitely clicked in our heads, and we made the decision that “the way it’s always been done” is no longer acceptable. Personally, I think it’s a good thing, and hopefully it keeps getting better. 

I do too, sista. I’m starting to like young people way better than most of my peer group.

WTF Friday: vol. 11

Google is your friend.

Today’s dose of WTF Friday is not pertaining to any kind of news item. Today, it is a legitimate question that has been trying Dissy’s patience for years.

Why does the general population seem to be utterly in-fucking-capable of finding something out for themselves?

I can see maybe wanting a referral or a recommendation from a friend and putting that question out there on the internet, but some of this shit? It would probably be a lot quicker to get an answer if you sent smoke signals across the valley to a neighboring tribe than it is to sit around waiting for your random friends to contribute to that facebook post you made asking how to restart your fitbit*.

Or… a better idea than slamming it into oblivion with a hammer like your third grade unreciprocated crush suggested, maybe try:

Google?
The instructions that came with the fitbit?
YouTube?

So, Barb, why in the hell do YOU think people do this?

I’m thinking it’s either laziness, attention seeking, or some combination of the two.
I feel like the same people constantly posting on Facebook looking for advice on the best ass wiping techniques are the same ones who are incapable of sneezing without posting it.

And I get it, social media wouldn’t be particularly social if no one posted about their lives. But I can’t be the only one tired of seeing a photo montage every time certain people walk from the living room to the kitchen. (maybe we should throw a couch at them).

Also, recently I’m noticing a major opposition to looking things up and doing your own research. People want everything spoon fed to them. And it has to be what they want to hear, or the shit hits the fan.

Or maybe I’m just a cranky jerk today, who knows 😉

But, we’ve gotta go for now. Dissy just sneezed.

*fitbit is only an example. It could really be anything.

Cent’anni, Bitches!

A Peek Behind the Curtain

Today has been rough; I’m so swamped at work it’s difficult to even find time to pee.

Making things even worse, I’m not in tomorrow, due to my mom’s first cataract surgery. Consequently, I’ve had trouble even thinking of what to write about today, much less actually get it done.

At any given time, I have so many things whirling around my head, the best way I can describe it is a pinball game gone amuck. (amuck, amuck, amuck, oof! Hocus Pocus FTW!)
You would think that would make writing easy, unfortunately it is very much the opposite.

Not only do I have to actually grab on to one of these thoughts, I have to carefully analyze it to make sure it’s something I can talk about without getting piled on by the internet (no small task, especially since I’m a woman), then organize it into something coherent enough for you lovely peeps to read and be able to make sense of.

All of that to say, today isn’t a day where that’s going to happen. Thankfully I have an appointment after work with my therapist, because I’m so frazzled right now my train of thought looks more like a Jackson Pollack painting.

I appreciate all of you for being interested in coming here and reading what Dissy and I come up with, and I’m definitely grateful to any of you who have waded through this mess today.

Gonna go in, get the old brain tuned up a bit, and tomorrow we’ll have WTF Friday, which is always fun.

Til Next Time,

Cent’anni Bitches!

Witchy Wednesday: Take 11

Batten down the hatches!! She’s here!!

Mercury Retrograde is here. Again. Sometimes it feels like Mercury forgets how to move forward normally, no sooner do we get out of one retrograde than it starts again. So, what does this actually mean, and why do we dread it so much? We’re about to tell you!

Barb –

Mercury rules over communication, so logically during retrograde that’s what gets totally screwed. And when communication goes bad, just about everything else does too, since clear communication is the foundation for anything we do.

Conventional wisdom holds that we should avoid major decisions and commitments during this time. No big purchases, accepting new jobs, signing contracts, and so on. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always work out that way, and sometimes you gotta do what you’ve gotta do. So how to avoid the gremlins messing everything up?

Firstly, I firmly believe a lot of the issues boil down to a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think everything is going to go haywire, so it does because every problem, no matter what it is, gets chalked up to retrograde. Take a deep breath and remember the first rule of being a person:

Shit happens.

Secondly, as with any other time, slow down and make sure you’re being clear in your own communications, and you fully understand what’s being communicated to you by others. A hefty chunk of life’s messiness comes from being in too much of a hurry to actually read that contract you’re signing, or double check that text message before you hit “send”, regardless of any astrological situations.

Being more aware will make your life easier every day of the year.

Dissy –

It’s funny. This retro started on the 16th, and I sat here and watched it explode on facebook.

I actually caught myself thinking, at some point this past month, that people were maybe calming down a smidge. I hadn’t seen anyone tell one of their family members or dear friends that they deserved to die a horrible death after watching their children get eaten by vultures just because he or she is for/against the orange man in the white house.

Then? February 16th hits. I see someone post something that, in my mind, couldn’t be more clear. “it sure is a beautiful day,” or something like that. Along comes someone else to go on an hour long tirade about how the person is a commie ass-licker who probably doesn’t vaccinate their kids.

What the shit, people?

I see retro as being similar to a full moon, only over a longer period of time. There’s an undeniable shift in energy, and, if you aren’t aware, you won’t know how to handle it, and it will fuck with you.

Personally, I like to look at Mercury retrograde as an opportunity to practice flexibility and patience. Old life themes have ways of popping back up, and, sometimes, that opportunity for a do-over is quite beneficial. Other times? not so much. Try to remember than an ex is an ex for a reason, and you really don’t need to tell him or her what a flaming pile of donkey shit he or she is that one last time.

Unless you enjoy chaos. If so? Have at it.

From what I’ve read, too, it depends on where we are in the zodiac during the retrograde. This Mercury retrograde is in Aquarius and Pisces. The Aquarius aspect could indicate petty squabbles and harsh words in friendships and romantic relationships. The Pisces aspect indicates that you may experience a tendency to fantasize or engage in daydreaming more than normal. This makes it a good time to persue creative endeavors.

Any way you slice the pie, just remember to breathe. Work on that patience and flexibility, and allow yourselves extra time for travel.

Cent’anni, Bitches!

Monday Musings With Dissy: episode 8

I felt like having some fun today, and I also felt like we have picked on Florida and Texas a lot, so I decided to pick on our home state. The Buckeye State, or, Ohio for you folks not in the know.

Shut up. It’s funny.

Let’s start with some dumb laws:

1. In Ohio, it is against the law to fish for whales on Sunday (any other day of the week is fine).
Has anyone paid attention to the fact that the only major waterways we have are lakes and rivers? Has anyone paid attention to the fact that whales do not frequent these areas? And I’m supposed to believe that lawmakers have my best interest at heart? Was someone trying to break in to Sea World to fish for Shamu? Can’t you just imagine that?

2. It is illegal to mistreat anything of great importance.
Shit… They may want to talk to some or all of my exes. Someone may want to shame them for vaguebooking… or is that “vaguelawing?”

3. In Toledo, it is illegal to throw a snake at anyone.
oooooookay… I mean, I like to consider myself a reasonable person, and I don’t think reasonable people throw snakes, but I could be wrong.

Officer… he came of his own free will. No one threw him. I swear!!

Did you know that the Cleveland Browns have arguably got the most loyal fan base in all of the NFL? I always tell people The Browns are the perfect team for female fans. They teach us to keep our expectations low.

Did you know that, this week alone, we have had all 4 seasons and that’s why we are all sick?

Did you know that LeBron James was born in Akron and is still very involved in the community even though he’s a Laker now? That makes him a good dude in my eyes.

Our serial killer claim to fame is Jeffrey Dahmer.

Still… I want to know who is out there whale fishing in OHIO.

Cent’anni, Bitches!