Life in the Fish Bowl


Personal Responsibility: What Is It? And Do You Have Any?

What is personal responsibility? Huh? What did you say? ~crickets chirping~

Well, what is it? I guess first of all you want to know why I'm asking. A friend of mine is shopping for a new car. For multiple reasons, of course, but one thing/thought leads to the next, leads to a conversation with someone else, on, and on and it just got me thinking. What is it?

I actually did a google search for the definition of personal responsibility. Some definitions I agreed with, some I didn't. I think for me personal responsibility is the feeling that there is something out there bigger than me and that I owe it something, some effort on my part, to make it better. I'm not talking religion here, though I guess in a way it sounds similar. I'm not even talking about success, just effort.

I'm but one person in a big world. But I truly believe one person can make a difference. Whether that be directly through my own actions, or indirectly through my influence on someone else, I firmly and absolutely believe it. Not that I'm selfless or by any means a crusader or anything. I often tend to be a bit self centered. Don't let me fool you. But opinions? I have them - oh do I ever have them - and they shape what I see as my personal responsibility.

Who are these responsibilities to? My family. My friends. My community. The world at large. The environment. You name it. Seems I've tagged myself with a shitload of responsibility! Yet, I do believe it is something I am responsible for.

I think that people often absolve themselves of their responsibilities for what they see as perfectly rational reasons. They are only one person. They aren't rich or powerful. No one would listen to them. And you know what? All of that may be true. But does the fact that your actions, however well intended, may amount to nil, resolve you of your responsibilities? I don't think so.

What do I feel responsible for today? Let's see.
  • the environment. It's pretty much going to shit, right? What difference would it make if I drove a Hummer? I'm just one person, after all. But with the state of things in the world I just feel that for me - for myself - this is where I'm held responsible. I don't drive a Prius or ride a bicycle to the grocery store, but I do try to be environmentally responsible when I can. I drive a car with decent fuel mileage. I just spent Punkins college fund on a new central AC with out freon. I did use disposable diapers and I buy plastic cups. But damn it, I'm trying. I'm trying to have a positive impact where I can.
  • other people. Ok, I know I can't really be responsible for other people, but I can use my voice, no matter how small, to state what I believe in and to reject injustice and unfairness when I see it. I strongly believe that when you keep silent about an injustice you are just as complicit in it as those who are its most vocal perpetrators. Speak up people. YOU can make a difference. And even if you don't think you can? Speak up anyway! You just might be surprised.
  • myself. How many people don't seem to take responsibility for themselves? I wish I had a dime for every one of them. They seem oblivious to their impact on those around them: their friends, family, children. They are oblivious to their impact on the environment. They are oblivious to their impact on themselves. They create a hostile or unpleasant environment for themselves and then whine/bitch/cry about such environment. Come on, people. To a great extent you determine your own path. Take charge of it. Be responsible. Own it and deal with it. YOU are responsible for YOU! And if that means getting some kick ass happy pills to help you on your way? Go for it! I believe that no one can MAKE me happy, or MAKE me sad or MAKE me complete. Those feelings come from within me and I alone retain ultimate responsibility for myself. I'm a work in progress....but I'm happy with how it's going so far.

I could go on and on. You never would have guessed that, would you?

I know the trolls have been out in full force lately and this post may just draw them to my little corner of the blogosphere. Bring it on. I don't know what brought this rant on - maybe to run off my last ten commenters?? hehe I accept the responsibility for it though.

So do you accept that you have a personal responsibility to yourself and others? How do you express that belief? Do you figure you won't have an impact and just say screw it? Do you feel like you've tried and failed? Have you just give up? Talk to me people.

Talk to me or I'll start begging for recipes again........

What's the Problem, Chicks????

If you've been around here much, you've heard about my moms group. You know, TBDMGE? That's the best damn moms group evah for you newbies - or for you that aren't hanging upon my every word. Anyway, besides just hanging out with our kiddos and basking in our gloriousness, we try to do some community outreach. You know, fund raising, helping charities, etc, etc. We try to have a positive impact on our community, to make it better for others as well as for our kids and ourselves.

Currently we are working on a fundraiser cookbook. Honestly, it has been a lot of fun for me, though my hectic last month or so hasn't let me devote the time to it I should have. I am the cookbook chairperson (thank you, thank you, thank you very much). Quite an honor, huh? Actually that is just because it was my idea and because no one else was crazy enough to try to manage it. So once we get this thing out, it should be quite profitable for us, enabling us to make a nice contribution to a few of our local charities.

Now to the problem. Performance anxiety. Well, actually more like people are afraid their recipes aren't good enough. At least that is what I'm going to believe, rather than that these heifers won't get off their lazy asses and email me some recipes. Recipe anxiety, that's it. We are currently about a hundred recipes short, and our deadline is the end of the month. Not meaning we need recipes the last day of the month, meaning all of this shit needs to be at the publisher by then. Meaning I'm like oh-my-god-holy-shit-what-the-fuck-am-I-going-to-do pretty much around the clock.

Now this is where you guys come in. How about sending me a few of your best recipes? Puh-leeeease? They don't have to be originals - recipes can't be copyrighted -, just ones you and your family love. They don't even have to be for food. Got a killer recipe for slime? Send it to me. That pasty stuff you use for paper mache? Send it on. Ones for real food are great, too! And could you send them like yesterday? I'd love you forever!

Make sure and tell me how you want your name listed in the book. You can use your blog pseudonym if you'd like, or your real name is great, too. I'll list my name with yours. You'll really be helping me, TBDMGE, and some deserving charities if you can spare the time to do this.

We are also selling ADVERTISING!!! Yes, we are! How about helping deserving charities and also publicizing your blog??? Way cool, huh? Just $15. Come on, you know you want to do it! Look over there in my left side bar? See all of those BDMGE bloggers? Plus I don't even have them all listed. This cookbook will be going out to all kinds of moms in the area looking for great blogs to read. Again, puh-leeeeease??? We can take your payment via PayPal. (We can do 25-30 characters for these one line ads).

Wondering about our charities? You've heard of Toys For Tots. You probably haven't heard of Rashel Foundation. Or Jesse's Place. Check out the links. You'll want to participate then. I know you will.

You also don't know Jessica and McKaylee. Jessica is a woman in TBDMGE. She has the sweetest little year old daughter named McKaylee. Sweetest little girl you can imagine. Unfortunately little McKaylee has a brain tumor. It's a bad one and not in the best - if there can be a best - location. They are currently at St. Judes and she is starting chemotherapy. It is such an unfortunate situation. I can only imagine what they are going through. They are a young couple who also have a four year old son. It's just unimaginable. Part of your contribution will also be going to help little McKaylee. You could even specify your funds to go there if you'd like.

So come on people, help us out! Send your recipes - which costs you nothing but a few minutes of your time - or buy an ad and help out monetarily. Or both if you really rock!!! 'Cause I know you guys are the greatest and at least a few of you know how to cook! LOL So get to sending those recipes. I'll love you forever if you do......

Do You Wanna???

Ok, does anyone out there want to play Rock Band with me? I know you can play it online, but I have no idea how to find anyone. I'm lonely. ~sniff~

I also have air!!! The air just started to blow after being off all day (new ac installation) and it sure feels better, or it will in a few minutes.

So, Rock Band. Now. Online. Somebody????? bluemomma2u at gmail dot com if you are interested.

Don't make me beg.

Nature or Nurture?

What is it about becoming a husband that turns a man into the biggest prick on earth??? Or is it that I bragged that he had been good lately and bought him a nice father's day present? Because it is sure something.

Could it be that I am sticking with my sex every other day promise (oh, didn't I tell yall about that?) so he is being the king of the assholes on the off days??? I though more sex was supposed to make him less of a pain in my ass, not more of one?You know I don't care is he doesn't know what the hell he's doing when he's installing his brand spanking new satellite radio which I bought him for father's day. Don't take that shit out one me, fucktard!!!! Like I ever thought he knew what he was doing and was going to be disillusioned or something. Huh.

And don't fucking think that just because you get your shit straight that now every thing is fine and dandy. You take your fucktard ass and sleep in Punkins bed tonight. I'm taking the king.


Sorry, folks. I guess I needed to vent a bit. Oh, and the bathroom that hubby so kindly stripped the shitty wallpaper out of while I was visiting AFF? Half fucking done. I don't know why the hell I am surprised.........

On a more pleasant note, congrats to my IRL friend, Heartheireverywear, on baby #2, who will be here in February. First month, people!! First month. I'm hoping she'll pass her secrets along to me.
Oh, and tomorrow I'll post news of Carl, who has come to visit me. I'm thinking of trading hubby in for him.

Just Playing Around

OK, playing around and avoiding cleaning my pig sty house. How neat is it that I can write on the pics in the new camera while they are still in the camera? Now if the SLR would do this it would totally kick ass. Needless to say, I'm liking the new toy.

Happy Father's Day - To Me

Tonight I went shopping for a Father's Day gift for the hubby. He's been a pretty good hubby here lately and is always a great daddy so I wanted to get him something nice. Recently he's shown a fondness for my satellite radio, so I decided to get him his own so he'd leave mine the hell alone. I also picked up a season of South Park and a video game which of course he already plans to return.

I was feeling really good about treating hubby right when I walked past the cameras. Yes, I have that big ass SLR camera which is wonderful, but damn it's big. I've really been wanting something small I could easily carry around in my purse to get those great shots for my blog candid shots I'm always missing out on. Hubby even told me to buy it the other day, after reading reviews in Consumer Reports. Of course I said no, we could spend that money on other things.

Tonight however, I decided that since I have way more credit than sense I really do NEED it, I might as well go for it. So, I introduce you to the newest member of the Blue family -
How cool is it? The damn thing didn't come with a case for my purse so I'll still have to purchase that, but I'm excited for all the new cool pics I'll be able to take. So you drunk chicks at the next MNO? It's all gonna be preserved for future viewing. Or blackmail, depending on what actually goes on.......

I Knew This Day Would Come!!

I'm a decent scrabble player. I like to think I'm pretty good. I played on Facebook quite a bit, but haven't played too much lately. Then, while at AFF's place, she got me hooked again. Not only on Scrabulous, but on Bubble Words, Scramble, and Pathwords.

And you know what?

I SUCK at them all. As I pointed out to AFF, I guess it is good for my humility. The losing that is. Deflates my big winning at scrabulous head.

But today?

TWO WINS at Scramble!!!!!

Against to of my main nemesis!!!!!

Two down, two to go!! Chicks, your time is coming, too!

Four sentences in a row ending in exclamation points!!! Can you tell I'm excited!!!! And queen of the nerds!!!!

You go girl!!!!


PS. I like the short word games, especially Bubble Words, much better than Scrabulous. Fits with my attention span.

Random Ramblings

  • Can someone explain to me how our new air conditioner/heating system will cost more than my first car did? WAAAAAY more. And STFU. It wasn't that many years ago that I was 16. My car didn't have one of those cranks on the front of it.
  • What the hell is up with Tila Tequila? She just looks trashy. I don't think I'd do her if I was a guy. She sure as hell wouldn't make me want to switch teams.
  • Angelina Jolie. Now she would make me switch teams. Well, at least until Random Mommy started calling her 'gina lips girl.
  • Am I ever going to get pregnant? Because I'm getting really tired of trying. For the first time, I actually didn't even realize it was day 28 last month. I started cramping and I'm like shit, it's that time. Usually I'm hanging out, pregnancy test in hand, waiting for day 28.
  • How can my big ass look better in my bathing suit than some of the thin people I saw at the swim park the other day? Note to self: not being fat doesn't necessarily mean you are in shape.
  • Why is Punkin obsessed with all things butt? Do all preschoolers do that? His thing here lately is to come up, bend over and stick his ass out at you. Often commenting on showing you his hiney so white and shiny. Also, please don't be offended if he tells you your hiney stinks. He says it with love.
  • Why would some smart ass want to post smart ass posts on my blog? Huh? Why? I'm not feeling the love. Good thing I'm inhuman (according to Poodlehead), or I'd be hurt. ~sniff~ You'd think she didn't like her Tom-Tom........
  • Hubby was upset by the cost of the AC I picked out. Until he learned a fancy schmancy air purifier thingie was part of the package. Then he was ok with it. What the hell? Punkin will have to drive that thing to school when he turns 16.
  • If I were hubby would I rather have an IPod or satellite radio for father's day? Of course he'd probably settle for a BJ, which would be much cheaper. And I could buy myself that camera I've been wanting.
  • Why do I desperately want a pint of Chubby Hubby right now? Wonder if mine would go get me some? Of course for him to get me some I'd probably have to give him some. Hmmmm...... gotta go!
  • Gratuitous cuteness


Blue Momma, 
You should never log-on to someone else's computer and forget to log out! I may NEVER log-off and just continue to create posts. Maybe I shall share stories of you and yours... we'll see! ;)
                         as written by HearTheirEverywear

Home Sweet Home

Punkin and I made it back home today. Again the drive went outstandingly well. Unbelievable, in fact. Punkin is a real pro at this traveling thing. He could certainly teach his daddy a thing or two!

Our time in Texas was a real treat. AFF is just as nice in person as she is online. She had us a really nice welcome basket waiting for us with great treats for both mama and baby. The boys played (ok, they played 15% of the time and Punkin chased SD the rest of it!), we chatted up a storm and had a great time.

And OMG. That gym AFF doesn't go goes to? Fanfuckingtastic. Indoor pools, outdoor pools, indoor cafe, outdoor cafe. I can only imagine what the actual workout areas are like. It really did put my wonderful new Gold's to shame. AFF, don't let Pup talk you into canceling!! Get your ass down there and enjoy that place, if only for the summer!

Punkin and SD had a ball splashing in the water while we were there. We followed them around and listened to them squeal for an hour or so and then had a nice lunch at the gym. Believe it or not Punkin napped every day!! Hell, he even napped while SD stayed awake!!!! More proof of how much we wore those little dudes out.Punkin absolutely loved Barney's zoo. He would have stayed all day if he'd had his way. Monkey Mama and her little cutie joined us there and we had tons of fun. Punkin did manage to throw a fit or two towards the beginning of of the day, but rallied to end on a great note. He walked every square inch of that place and loved every minute of it. All in all an outstanding day.AFF and I spent some time chatting in the evening. Yes, we were in the same room. Yes, it was via GMail chat. I told her we were officially the internet geeks, but I'm not sure if she totally buys it. We were chatting with Janet and she even questioned what was up, if we were in the same room of what. Ha. We were, though AFF was cuddled up on the couch with Carl.

Oh, and she made me play Scrabulous on Facebook again. And like three other word games. I've got a bit rusty at my Scrabulous, but used to be pretty good. I'm hanging in there (hell, I had a 140+ point word!!), but the new games? I'm totally getting my ass kicked!!!! It is rather good for my humility I guess, but damn. Take a look at these scores. I actually came close to winning one game. Can you believe how close the scores were? Thanks for letting me not feel totally stupid, Becca! No thanks to those heifers AFF and Janet.

After three days of enjoying AFF and Pup's hospitality, we headed over to Monkey Mama's place. Another great hostess! She even let me clean up poop. Come on now. How more at home could she make me feel??? We hit the splash park and then she made a Mexican dinner for us, complete with freshly made tortillas and home made salsa. Yummmmm. Please don't ask me what I had for breakfast this morning because of course it wasn't salsa. No. I say no, it wasn't.

MM's little monkeys and Punkin played like they were siblings. Hell, they were beating each other up within five minutes of our arrival. It was great. We agreed that unless there was blood dripping through the ceiling we'd let them handle it and were able to have a nice, long chat while they battled to the death played. A great time was had by all. Punkin didn't even want to leave this morning. Actually I didn't really want to leave either!

I arrived home to quite a surprise. Hubby had got busy over the time I was gone and stripped the rest of the wall paper out of the hall bathroom and sanded most of the walls down. He even put up plastic so that the rest of the house remained dust free. I couldn't freaking believe it. He also mopped the kitchen floor, cleaned the master bath and recaulked the bathroom.

I am really thinking I should go away more often. Week after next we are going down to FL with a friend and her boys and I'm hoping he'll ad a room on - or something like that - while I'm gone. I have to say he impressed me. If I wasn't so tired tonight I'd have loved him long time, but I am and I guess he was too, as he has never emerged from Punkin's room after going to put him to bed. There is always tomorrow.......

Speaking of tomorrow. I plan on doing NOTHING tomorrow. NOTHING. I've had a great time the past few weeks, but damn am I tired. There has been an enormous amount of activity for this couch potato and I need a bit of time for rejuvenation.

Hello from AFF Land

We made it to AFF's place all in one piece and actually had a really nice drive. Punkin was unbelievable. Never cried or complained once in 11 hours. Never asked to stop to pee or for food - unlike his daddy who is a chronic stopper.

AFF is great, of course. When we arrived not only was she here (funny, huh? considering it is her house and all), but Catwoman and Little Man were here, too. Now that is a great welcome. The boys are even cuter in person than in their pictures. AFF looks like she is 15 and please don't believe all that shit about her being fat. Puhlease. Catwoman was fabulous, of course, though I must admit it felt odd to meet my first blog stalkee in person!

Punkin LOVES SD!!!! I think SD is a bit overwhelmed by Punkin's exuberance, but is coping well. It seems like every two seconds he's saying SD this, SD that. This morning while getting a lecture we were talking he said he didn't want any friends except for SD. Sweet, in a seriously bratty kind of way.

We were off to the zoo Friday, but had to change it to today due to the threat of severe weather tomorrow. Punkin is beyond excited. SD is along for the ride, as he would rather watch construction cranes and excavators than the sun bears. Yes, Punkin is obsessed with the sun bears. I'm just hoping there is such a thing as sun bears......

Monkey Mama is meeting us at the zoo, so yes, I'm getting in three blogger meets in my three days! She's bringing her little guy along, so we'll have three monkeys to chase!!!

Ok, AFF is out of the shower and dressed so I better get a move on. You guys have a great day and please, don't be too jealous of me!

Texas Here We Come!!!

Tomorrow morning Punkin and I head out for Texas.

The land of the asshole king W, the Cowboys, and cowboy boots.

Oh, yeah. And home of AFF.

Actually we will be mooching off of bunking with AFF, SD, and Puppy for the rest of the week. AFF has put Puppy to work in preparation for our arrival, so hopefully he isn't too pissed at us by the time we arrive. After all, having to put up with her weird internet friends AND a honey-do list? That's asking for a bit much.

But we are excited and ready to hit the road. The luggage is mostly packed, my shit is hardly mostly together, and the time is approaching. I really need to go get in the bed - if the damn dryer would finally cut off.

We are leaving here around 6am and I'd post from the road if I had any of that fancy, schmancy road posting shit, or whatever you call it. But yall will just have to wait until I get there, camera in hand, to get an update.

Oh, yes. Catwoman, too. I may have to crop her head off, but I plan on getting some good belly shots. Oh, yes. And Bren? Where are you Bren? Zoo? Friday?

There goes the dryer buzzer now.....bye.