Fair warning: I have been gone for awhile and this is not like any previous posts. This is a RANT. My RANTs are not made for anyone but myself, just so that I can get some shit off my chest. Sometimes, I need that release, and this is one of those times. Not to worry, I will be back to my usual posts now that I remembered that I do have a blog (lol). If you are easily offended, wait for the next post, as I am almost certain that it will be docile. You are reading at your own risk. (Usually, this is where you would sign a waiver, but I don't have a lawyer on retainer, so I will just have to trust you.)
So I am thinking about some stuff that was said to me a couple of weeks ago. The shit is still bothering me. Here is the basic story:
My friends and I called a chick tiny and this saditty broad replies, "Hey, I have curves and I am in shape. Don't hate." I jokingly responded with "I am in shape too. It may be round but I do have a shape." Don't get me wrong, I am over what the height-weght index says that I should be, but only by 3-5 lbs depending on the day. I am far from fat. Bitch, we called you tiny because you are the shortest one in our group, not because you are the most in shape or the thinnest. The curve comment doesn't bother me as much as her next comment, because anyone that I allow to see understands that I have curves that would force the makers of the Aston Martin rethink their test drive course.
Then, after a few drinks more have been introduced into my system, I am trying to explain to her the different tastes of pink moscato versus regular moscato. This chick says "Well, I have other things going on in my life, so I can't just sit around my house drinking wine." Chick, REALLY?!?! Who does? We all have kids, and husbands and lives. Oh wait, you aren't in that club, are you? You have a kid and ummm, what else? (I didn't say it but I did think it for a long time.) So I am biting my tongue and hoping that I am just being sensitive since I have had a few. So I just looked at her like she was stupid and had a few more. Now, some time has passed, and this shit is still in the back of my head when I hear her name. No, I don't wanna hang out with you guys as a group. Subtract her and then I will add myself. No, I don't wanna be bothered enough to talk it out. She isn't really my friend. She is just an acquaintance of a friend. But while she is thinking that I got it like that to be able to sit around and drink all day, I am making sure my family has anything that they need. While she is in bed, I am making muffins from scratch to go with breakfast so that my daughter has a great start to her day. While she is in school, I am being an involved parent at my daughter's school. While she is in some fitness class, I am carrying groceries, that I bought with coupons to make my family's money stretch, up to the third floor. While she is watching TV, I am making sure that my family is on has a healthy homemade meal at least 5 nights a week and clipping more coupons to save money.
Yeah, I have what averages to about a glass of wine a week, but all you see is that I know the differences in wines and all of a sudden, I get the label of "Resident Wino." I don't carry myself as an alcoholic. I worked in a bar too long for me to allow anyone to see me get sloppy at my age, let alone my kid. But for people to make assumptions about someone else's life that they only see once every 4-6 months really pisses me off. Who are you to judge anyone?
I guess that I could take it as a compliment. I have a friend that says "If you think that my pussy is so good that I can be taken care of, thank you for believing in me." So I guess that mine must be good enough to not only be taken care of, but to make a man willing to put up with me when the only thing in the kitchen is wine bottles. I don't know about you, but for me that is unheard of, so I think that I might be able to get into the Guinness World Records.
Oh, by the way, pink moscato is sweeter than the regular moscato, just in case you were wondering. lol
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