Karma Laundrette

Yes, this post is bi-polar. I just deleted about four paragraphs of a tirade. You're welcome. This is the nicer version, lol. Subject: people who feel like - I dunno - their brains will melt and polar bears will die if they don't IMMEDIATELY CORRECT ME on my word use (which, hello regions use different words for similar things, that's what makes language FUN) or tell me how my opinion on something isn't their opinion, insinuating that mine is wrong. And maybe you don't think this applies to you, who knows. That's probably the very person this does apply to, lol. (Note: I get many of these EVERY WEEK. It wears me down, folks.)

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE "RIGHT" ON THE INTERNET. Let me clarify. If someone posts something that you disagree with, you do NOT have to tell them they are wrong. No, you don't. NO. YOU DON'T. You want to do that, but you do not need to do that. Now, I'm not talking about someone saying [specific race] is inferior to [other race] or something serious like that. I'm talking about "I like [insert personal like such as a food, type of book or show, perhaps a public figure]" and you feel it is SO IMPORTANT to tell them that they shouldn't, that it's wrong that they do, why they are incorrect, or how you hate that very thing, etc. [ETA] How about a[n] hilarious pictorial summation? Hahaha.

Here's the thing: I really don't care if you hate the bread I'm making. Know why? Because you're not in my house eating it. Lucky you, since you hate that, right? And I really don't care if you are grossed out by that character that I just wrote fourteen paragraphs about my love for them. Know why? Because I love that character and you're not me, yay, lucky you! You know what you should do in any of these situations? SCROLL PAST. Please. If you feel the need to correct me, to correct my opinion, argue my opinion on something so ridiculous, I'm just going to make fun of you from this point on, okay?

It's pedantic, petty, and redonk. Quit making me not like this space, this is the only space I have that is mine all mine because I'm a very busy woman with three kids and a house to run, and this place is my Special Place, okay? Just... sometimes you need to shut up and scroll. (And remember, this isn't a public board - it's MY JOURNAL. You know, like how I don't go to yours and correct you on stupid things or tell you how I think your not loving the Catholic Church - or whatever - is wrong because I feel differently? It's like that.)

Think of it like this: when you just have to get things off your chest (in my space) you've just put it on my chest, and I'm sporting 32DDs, I don't need anything else on it, mm'kay? *sweet smile* (And teasing is one thing - I like that. But, like pornography, you know it when you see it? You're not always trying to tease and play with me, you're just wanting to be "right.")

Now that that's out of the way... AWESOME FUN TIMES WITH COIN PROJECT AND THE AWESOME PEOPLE THAT MADE IT HAPPEN, YAY GOODNESS THAT CAN COME FROM THIS SPACE!! Ahahaha. Fortunately the good here MASSIVELY outweighs the bad, huzzah! There are 6 pics under the cut, for those that need that sort of info before clicking. :) ( Coin from Antarctica!! Coin from Antarctica!! [say that like Marge from Fargo 'Tan Sierra! Tan Sierra!'] Lol. )

So just when I get exasperated with humanity, something absolutely mind blowingly wonderful like this happens and I remember all of you, your generosity, your thoughtfulness, and how really GOOD people are when given the chance to be. So much love for you sweet people!

OT, but I need to get/make an icon that reads: There are 10 people who get binary: those who do, and those who don't. :D

My son's entire reputation at school has changed as a result of this birthday, I'm not even joking. A huge part of it is due to the coin project. But I'm one of those mothers, so let me start from the beginning. Heh.

( First, the earth cooled, and then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat so they died and turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di's clothes, I couldn't believe it! )

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

[ETA]It should go without saying that I don't want to hear any negative B.S. about my Team.

Grumpy this morning and I ground my teeth all night. The game last night was an absolute knuckle biter. I mean, it's all of the stuff of legends in there. For those of you that watch Friday Night Lights, think of Ep. 1 with the Freshman quarterback having to go in after a shocking injury (McCoy's wasn't shocking as Jason's, which is... more on that later.) and this kid has NEVER been tested in a game before.

And this game? NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. 100K crowd. Televised all across the country. First game for a FRESHMAN. And damn it if he didn't pull up to close to even before a few heart breaking mistakes. Gilbert: you are my personal Matt Saracen, and I heart you tons, you really did your daddy proud (and us fans, too.) Man. He played the best team in the country and gave them a run for their money, FIRST FREAKING COLLEGE GAME HE'S PLAYED IN.

Now. McCoy. I have followed you since you shadowed Vince Young. I have cheered for you, I have yelled on your behalf when I felt you were wronged, and I don't give a good god damn that your daddy wants you to think of your NFL career, you knew that you weren't that badly injured, you wanted to get back in so bad you were spitting nails. And what did your daddy tell you to get you to acquiesce? It was God's Plan. God didn't want you to play in the biggest game of your college career. To win the game that has the guy that took your Heisman. (Well, he may have deserved it a little. Still.) I cannot believe you sat on the sidelines. That being said, that kid pulled himself up by YOUR 'NARDS and is going to continue the tradition of Texas having outstanding quarterbacks.

That whole team rose to the occasion and followed a new leader and did the best they could. Shipley is going to be an amazing NFL player. <3 I was emailing southernbangel all through the game, and for those that don't know her, she's maybe Alabama's #1 fan. And like the gracious southern girl she is, she cheered my team on, so that her team could win with honor. And they did. Dammit. That was one of the most intense football games I have ever watched in my life.

If you want to watch the most amazing and heartbreaking game of all time, this playoff game between Plano East vs. John Tyler, a high school playoff game. Everyone had gone home, reporters, too, except for the high school radio broadcasters. No one thought Plano East could come back with the game in JT's favor, 41 - 17 and only 3 minutes left. This is the stuff of legend, folks. The emotion those broadcasters have for those high school kids'll give you chills. "I done wet my britches!" :)

COINS PROJECT: Guys, I am just plain running out of time and don't have the energy to brave the single digits out there, so what I get sent out today is going to have to be it. Y'all have been absolutely astounding with your generosity on this, and I thank you. My offer to still go through PayPal (you directly mail me, I immediately refund you the shipping costs through PayPal) stands for anyone that wants to go that route, but I completely understand you not wanting to in the end. Thanks anyway, truly.

I need to take an aspirin, I ground my teeth all night. :( We'll Hook 'Em next year, just you watch.