I'm A Bad, Bad Girl

I received my very first mean comment to a message I posted! I should have kept it to memorialize it. It's almost a blog rite of passage, I reckon, especially if you want to write anything sarcastically, satirically or feel like making fun of something. In essence, "anonymous", defending Arkansas, mind you, said, "there are good and bad people everywhere and good Californians and bad Californians, and essentially, I am a BAD CALIFORNIAN." OH, I am a Bad, Bad Girl.

Not to belabor the subject, but I did not grow up a California girl. I grew up in a very small town in rural Ohio. I am a small town girl through and through. First, I think if people lack a sense of humor then they may want to quite possibly skip my blog and many others and go back to reading the APC mindless drivel. Second, I think if we all didn't approach things with a bit of a sense of humor and sarcasm then life would be very depressing, wouldn't it?

Blogging is so much more than that particular subject on that day...sure...it is about the subject I pick, that one was about Arkansas, and how I would never want to live there, and how small towns stink, but as I continue to write about whatever happened I let my own stuff go inside my head.....

it's about how I grew up in a small town and never would raise my children there because the people are very fake and phony even though they pretend to be very friendly on the outside, how culturally they are very oblivious and how God forbid, if a black man enters your neighborhood... your neighbors think oh no..what the hell is HE doing here in our area? And I'm glad I got blessed with parents that didn't tolerate that from our neighbors. I never want any of my children to disrespect anyone and they wouldn't learn that in a small town. It was about how I'm glad I got out of there and traveled, and learned a language and learned about the world....had kids...am where I am right now...am glad I have a place to write really stupid sarcastic things because the kids drive me up the wall sometimes and you know what, on top of that, this adoption paperwork is driving me mad, too. The homestudy agency has not come through for me on the homestudy, and nobody told me that dealing with a homestudy agency was going to be such a bitch. When I was researching, all I thought was important was the agency. So, now I have a great adoption agency, and I'm held up by a shitty homestudy agency. I was supposed to be DTC by Christmas...or at least that was my timeframe, and that isn't going to be the case by a long shot. So, when you think my blog is about one thing...it's really a gigantic vent about a lot of BS in my life that you really don't want to hear because it would be really dull...so in just manifests itself in its own quirky way.

So, come on, be gentle. Or at least leave your name anonymous, so I can make fun of you more.