Hello again all! So, the blog, at the time of writing this is at over 5,566 views. Thanks to all my family,friends, and followers for viewing. Now to another story...
If you read some of my earliest posts, you'd know about one of my regulars at the bakery, I shall dub "turtle guy" for obvious reasons, the guy nowadays orders turtle lattes. Well, knowing that he has tried to give me a back handed compliment in the past...See http://lindsayslifewithcp.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-reason-i-wrote-this-blog.html I try to avoid, when possible.
Yesterday though, I has gotten there maybe an hour before turtle guy came in, was seeing what else we could condense around the front of the counter, as one of our newest-really good people I have no nickname for yet, so I shall dub thee the sat. afternoon, "Coffee Queen"-seriously, she's good, had already waited on him, and thankfully making the turtle for him, and given it to him. As he was exiting the building, finally, I might add, he-turtle guy, comes up over my left shoulder, and quietly says, "You know, this turtle is good, but it's still not as good as when you make it, or you're telling someone how to make it*walks off out the building, chuckling as he went*" I, look over behind the counter, frozen, glancing from 17 year-old Wonder to Coffee Queen, all three of us with the same "What Just Happened?" look.
What I wanted to explain to that freakishly awkward turtle guy was that he was again being slightly insulting to my training methods, as guess who was walking the Coffee Queen through some of her earliest drinks? That's right, me! Frankly I see no reason to hover over anymore, she's got it. Secondly, Coffee Queen is one of my Co-worker-y friends, that statement made me mad, besides being extremely uncomfortable, and there's no point in explaining it to him, as it would've gone right over his head. That and all I could do was say "thanks..." and freeze-cuz it's just not worth it, ya know?
Instead I waited till he left, and the door shut, rushed around the counter, and told them what he had said, because that's what I do, when I'm freakishly creeped out by some disability enthusiast...
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Classy
I don't know about you, but I love going out to breakfast every once in a while, by myself, I find it positively to be great people watching. Today though, it began to occur to me, how much of what people talk about, is actually kept classy. I usually don't mean to eavesdrop, but today, I was sitting at a booth when three meatheads we shall dub " 1,2, &3" start making a ruckus. (They seriously don't deserve a pseudonym-here's why) 1 starts talking about a circa 2003 show called "The OC " to his friends, and tells them it's like a modern day soap opera (apparently "Days of Our Lives, Young and the Restless" are set in 1912 now-oh wait, that's "Downton Abbey"-meatheads...) and that it's so funny and filled with drama, and then he says to the other two "and I'm just like bang her", repeatedly for about two minutes, until2&3 laugh out of nervousness that he's being overheard *hmm? Gee, IDK*
Let's talk about what's wrong with that phrase "bang her"...For one it's violent, encourages brutality towards women. I would say objectifies women, but one could argue that he used "her"? I think to myself, how old are you? Can you not say sex? In the off chance that as you also said "getting some", are you old enough that saying "sex" is still a "no-no"? If you don't know that soap operas are for the most part modern day settings, even if created before you were born, what women are actually having sex with you? Are you trying to make yourself appear to be heterosexual(fine whatevs you are) by saying things like "bang her" and "getting some".
I may be fat and unattractive to you, but can you even spell "unattractive"? As such I didn't, explain that I overheard all their ruckus, and I know calling them 1,2, and 3 is in fact objectifying them, so whatevs, everybody's a hypocrite, but my objectifying was because they are so low in my opinion, they earn no pseudonym-you understand, right?
Classy...
Let's talk about what's wrong with that phrase "bang her"...For one it's violent, encourages brutality towards women. I would say objectifies women, but one could argue that he used "her"? I think to myself, how old are you? Can you not say sex? In the off chance that as you also said "getting some", are you old enough that saying "sex" is still a "no-no"? If you don't know that soap operas are for the most part modern day settings, even if created before you were born, what women are actually having sex with you? Are you trying to make yourself appear to be heterosexual(fine whatevs you are) by saying things like "bang her" and "getting some".
I may be fat and unattractive to you, but can you even spell "unattractive"? As such I didn't, explain that I overheard all their ruckus, and I know calling them 1,2, and 3 is in fact objectifying them, so whatevs, everybody's a hypocrite, but my objectifying was because they are so low in my opinion, they earn no pseudonym-you understand, right?
Classy...
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Misunderstanding Please...
So if you've wondered why I've been so cryptic, or not so much...It's because I think there was a HUGE misunderstanding, I hope, in my life. It all started out like this.
Towards the beginning of the month, I get a filtered Facebook message from a stranger we shall dub "Teddy". I ignored it, as it was not someone I knew, nor was it anyone I went to high school with. But like an idiot I got curious and opened the message. In it Teddy put something along the lines of I have CP, I know ____________, maybe we can talk and get to know each other. Thinking it was a really dedicated scammer, I asked ______________, if Teddy was a real person? They replied favorably, so I thought I would reply, not once in either of the late night messaging convos did they use my first name, no, it was beautiful, babe or hun. Teddy did say that ______________ thought we would get along, I replied, I get along with a lot of people with CP through #CPChatNow, are you on twitter, of course not, but I really wanted to reach out to someone with CP, include them in the community I'd found on there...Well needless to say, I eventually asked Teddy, So how do you know _________________? Well turns out, it's a Facebook only friendship, now bear in mind I do have the #CPChatNow Ceeps-as we sometimes refer to ourselves, if you look back in the tweets, that I consider to be cyber friends of mine, but we use each other's names, and didn't ask each other about what the other thinks of serious relationships right off the bat, prefaced with a "Babe", commonly know as a pig to my generation-don't ever expect me to answer any of you if you call me that...
Back to my story, this was not someone I met through #CPChatNow, this was a cyber friend of my dear dear person to me, and while I still love ___________. I did block Teddy, and so far the creeper has not texted me(Yes, I somehow fathomed it was a good idea to give out my cell to a stranger-dumb...) I hope they don't text me, and I now know to ask people "Do you know whatever whatsmynameson, in real life, and make sure you all know I don't have time for a serious relationship-at least not without them being a solid dependable, real-life, very special friend first-so it's gonna be a few years, try, or more after the few...And what ______ PROBABLY meant was get along as friends, but Teddy probably jumped ahead.Especially since _____________ knows I grew up in the able-bodied world,have able-bodied real-life friends, and don't have to date someone with CP, and especially not based on CP alone, that's just offensive, and ____________ would never do that to me.
Lesson learned.
Towards the beginning of the month, I get a filtered Facebook message from a stranger we shall dub "Teddy". I ignored it, as it was not someone I knew, nor was it anyone I went to high school with. But like an idiot I got curious and opened the message. In it Teddy put something along the lines of I have CP, I know ____________, maybe we can talk and get to know each other. Thinking it was a really dedicated scammer, I asked ______________, if Teddy was a real person? They replied favorably, so I thought I would reply, not once in either of the late night messaging convos did they use my first name, no, it was beautiful, babe or hun. Teddy did say that ______________ thought we would get along, I replied, I get along with a lot of people with CP through #CPChatNow, are you on twitter, of course not, but I really wanted to reach out to someone with CP, include them in the community I'd found on there...Well needless to say, I eventually asked Teddy, So how do you know _________________? Well turns out, it's a Facebook only friendship, now bear in mind I do have the #CPChatNow Ceeps-as we sometimes refer to ourselves, if you look back in the tweets, that I consider to be cyber friends of mine, but we use each other's names, and didn't ask each other about what the other thinks of serious relationships right off the bat, prefaced with a "Babe", commonly know as a pig to my generation-don't ever expect me to answer any of you if you call me that...
Back to my story, this was not someone I met through #CPChatNow, this was a cyber friend of my dear dear person to me, and while I still love ___________. I did block Teddy, and so far the creeper has not texted me(Yes, I somehow fathomed it was a good idea to give out my cell to a stranger-dumb...) I hope they don't text me, and I now know to ask people "Do you know whatever whatsmynameson, in real life, and make sure you all know I don't have time for a serious relationship-at least not without them being a solid dependable, real-life, very special friend first-so it's gonna be a few years, try, or more after the few...And what ______ PROBABLY meant was get along as friends, but Teddy probably jumped ahead.Especially since _____________ knows I grew up in the able-bodied world,have able-bodied real-life friends, and don't have to date someone with CP, and especially not based on CP alone, that's just offensive, and ____________ would never do that to me.
Lesson learned.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Dear Big Brother...
As I said briefly in "childhood" http://lindsayslifewithcp.blogspot.com/2015/05/childhood.html you never once considered taking it easy on me. You were always there for me, you always are there for me though miles apart. You never once let me pretend I was the pink ranger, until I was one for Halloween, and they actually got a blonde pink ranger. While singing along to the Spice Girls, you were always the Ginger to my Baby.
Yes even while playing with dolls with me, you made sure it was kept classy, and had the plot line like of one of your future favorite soap operas, minus the aliens(I called it!)...We've had many a talk, and many a "Holiday Season"-ish moments.
Who else helped me practice solos in the basement on the organ, made the minor bullies hush up, and scared the crap out of guys for a split second, when they had bad aim, for me-without even making a threat, I might add.
Yes, I am not meant to be an only child, and it's because of you dear brother.
You also applauded me when I started writing this lil' blog, that's now at over 5,000 views, and that's without promotion.Not to mention sent me stories about male porn stars with CP, for inspiration for blogs...That was also my dearest big brother.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
It's Been A Few Months...
Sorry all, I suck at keeping this current lately, but with 2 jobs, working out, taking care of myself,living, eating, & most importantly deep sleep during heavy rain storms... Well, I got kinda busy. I'm fine, just extremely busy. But not too busy to write you all.
The reason I wrote this blog, was because I was angry, I need a voice, my voice, and I've found that, largely to the rare criticism from the person that voted libertarian-so one I can largely ignore, people love my voice as is. With that said, when I was 21, it was a whole other story.
Let me set the tone of my actual story...
It was a dark, quiet night at the youth shelter I worked at, almost 11pm, but after 10:45pm, as I was always 15 minutes early, if it was only 10, I got phone calls as I was driving in my green Ford Taurus I named "Auggie"(yes, two "g"s, it looked cuter that way), anywho, I arrived like I did every Wed.-Fri. night, with alternating Tues. night. Like any other shift, I had the same three male co-workers, I always had. The one whose comment has any impact on this blog, shall be dubbed "Fred"(not his real name). He was 27 at the time, six years older than I. Fred also thought this was of great merit, forgetting the fact that males have scientifically, and we have been taught in health/science classes, that males mature at a slower rate than females, so I'd give Fred one or two years on me? (Not to offend my male readers). But for some reason, Fred, the particular night I'm thinking of that has me so aggravated, decided to talk down to me, as I was single, and that diptydoo knew it, cuz he asked, and I told him, I was not in a relationship, what I actually had told him was that I was not even looking, so I did not even consider myself single.
So the three diptydoos, started questioning my sexuality, if I was a lesbian (again no offense), or asexual (no offense), but I explained that I was neither, but rather straight, just not interested/looking for a relationship at that time. After, he explained that he was in a relationship with a 29 year old, had sex,and knew what love was, so I was not truly an adult.
I looked him directly in Fred's brown eyes, as he was sitting right across the desk from me and explained, that while no, I had not had sex, I was actually mature enough to know many things about relationships and love and was just a 21 year old adult.I told him I was not ready to die and become one half of we. He laughed, as most a diptydoo would. First and foremost that in order to be a part of a couple that is actually in love, there is no I, only we, every thought, decision, impacts you both. You do not just say I can/'t, it's always we can/'t,, that the commitment is to be for forever, that if your not in a good relationship to begin with, neither sex or marriage matter, I explained that I was not willing to do this yet, I was not willing to let my singular I turn into we, or in other words, I was not willing to die and transform into a we. After repeating my tag line, Fred's eyes seemed to have deviated from his previous notions about me, and were now gazing longingly into my hazel eyes-which if I remember that night were particularly flecked with green, so I was told. #micdrop
So I quickly told him to not give me that look, then mimicked his gaze, that before I said not to, all three diptydoos were gazing at me, and quickly denied it, as at least 2/3 diptydoos that night had known girlfriends.
My point is this, age does not always equal maturity or adulthood. It's all in how you act, case in point, I can think of at least one 17 year old that's probably far more mature than I.
Also congrats to my dear cousin getting married later this month, I am ever so happy for the both of you.
The reason I wrote this blog, was because I was angry, I need a voice, my voice, and I've found that, largely to the rare criticism from the person that voted libertarian-so one I can largely ignore, people love my voice as is. With that said, when I was 21, it was a whole other story.
Let me set the tone of my actual story...
It was a dark, quiet night at the youth shelter I worked at, almost 11pm, but after 10:45pm, as I was always 15 minutes early, if it was only 10, I got phone calls as I was driving in my green Ford Taurus I named "Auggie"(yes, two "g"s, it looked cuter that way), anywho, I arrived like I did every Wed.-Fri. night, with alternating Tues. night. Like any other shift, I had the same three male co-workers, I always had. The one whose comment has any impact on this blog, shall be dubbed "Fred"(not his real name). He was 27 at the time, six years older than I. Fred also thought this was of great merit, forgetting the fact that males have scientifically, and we have been taught in health/science classes, that males mature at a slower rate than females, so I'd give Fred one or two years on me? (Not to offend my male readers). But for some reason, Fred, the particular night I'm thinking of that has me so aggravated, decided to talk down to me, as I was single, and that diptydoo knew it, cuz he asked, and I told him, I was not in a relationship, what I actually had told him was that I was not even looking, so I did not even consider myself single.
So the three diptydoos, started questioning my sexuality, if I was a lesbian (again no offense), or asexual (no offense), but I explained that I was neither, but rather straight, just not interested/looking for a relationship at that time. After, he explained that he was in a relationship with a 29 year old, had sex,and knew what love was, so I was not truly an adult.
I looked him directly in Fred's brown eyes, as he was sitting right across the desk from me and explained, that while no, I had not had sex, I was actually mature enough to know many things about relationships and love and was just a 21 year old adult.I told him I was not ready to die and become one half of we. He laughed, as most a diptydoo would. First and foremost that in order to be a part of a couple that is actually in love, there is no I, only we, every thought, decision, impacts you both. You do not just say I can/'t, it's always we can/'t,, that the commitment is to be for forever, that if your not in a good relationship to begin with, neither sex or marriage matter, I explained that I was not willing to do this yet, I was not willing to let my singular I turn into we, or in other words, I was not willing to die and transform into a we. After repeating my tag line, Fred's eyes seemed to have deviated from his previous notions about me, and were now gazing longingly into my hazel eyes-which if I remember that night were particularly flecked with green, so I was told. #micdrop
So I quickly told him to not give me that look, then mimicked his gaze, that before I said not to, all three diptydoos were gazing at me, and quickly denied it, as at least 2/3 diptydoos that night had known girlfriends.
My point is this, age does not always equal maturity or adulthood. It's all in how you act, case in point, I can think of at least one 17 year old that's probably far more mature than I.
Also congrats to my dear cousin getting married later this month, I am ever so happy for the both of you.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Water
Why does everyone over the age of 21 always talk about alcohol, like all you do is drink it? Nothing else, you can just always be found at a bar. Realistically, not to be a hypocrite, I even intend to write a book involving an alcohol related theme to it.
My question, is when do you hear about someone going out for water? Never, maybe water with lemon on the side, like one of my grandmothers used to, if you are in fact, feelin' a little wild 'n' crazy. But really the human body can only take so much alcohol in one sitting, so why does the 21+ crowd fixate on it so damn much! Me, I know I can't anymore, that's why I do it. What's your excuse? It's not liquid courage, or luck even, if anything it dulls your senses and makes you sloppy, and less coordinated, which, I need no help with as is.But yes, you are soooo much more attractive of a person, if repeatedly you try to kill your liver.(Please detect sarcasm.)
So to all you young gentlemen who may be potential suitors, should you ever get up the sober courage to ask ME out for drinks, you better mean water, besides, it's usually free anyways, and easier to detect pills slipped into it, from the criminology and criminal justice side of things, just being honest...
My question, is when do you hear about someone going out for water? Never, maybe water with lemon on the side, like one of my grandmothers used to, if you are in fact, feelin' a little wild 'n' crazy. But really the human body can only take so much alcohol in one sitting, so why does the 21+ crowd fixate on it so damn much! Me, I know I can't anymore, that's why I do it. What's your excuse? It's not liquid courage, or luck even, if anything it dulls your senses and makes you sloppy, and less coordinated, which, I need no help with as is.But yes, you are soooo much more attractive of a person, if repeatedly you try to kill your liver.(Please detect sarcasm.)
So to all you young gentlemen who may be potential suitors, should you ever get up the sober courage to ask ME out for drinks, you better mean water, besides, it's usually free anyways, and easier to detect pills slipped into it, from the criminology and criminal justice side of things, just being honest...
Saturday, January 21, 2017
A Letter of Concern
Dear Readers,
I know, and you know what just took place yesterday. Donald Trump, became President Trump. What does this mean for us? Yes, possibly 4 years of hell. BUT, only if we let it be. I do not, nor have I ever thought, burning limos was the way to peace, in the country in which I live, obviously some might disagree.
While it has been promised by President Trump, to keep those with pre-existing health conditions, with health care, meaning I get to keep all my Dr.s for now...I also am a 27 year old White person, Female, technically disabled, but most importantly white, and I forgot to mention straight.
My point is this, being white, and having taken all my Sociology and Psychology, not to mention my Social Psychology courses,not that long ago, there is a white privilege in this country, YOU may not think it so, but it does exist, even more so for white straight males. So yes, I worry for those of my friends who are not, with this new leadership. How will their individual rights fair during this presidency? This country just elected a man, who at the beginning promised even more control over female bodies, deportation, stricter screening of Muslims, so much so, that Mr. President, if you do ever end up seeing this, the only next logical step seemed to be you suggesting internment camps for them, which had my father, who fully backed your campaign, caused him not to see the extreme outrageous extent of it all, in a conversation with him. I do not believe it is the group, nor the weapon that kills the person, it is the individual, who pulls the trigger, or stabs the knife. We CANNOT assume entire demographics of people are all full of hatred, or the next 4 years will indeed be hell.
What about the LGBTQ community, what happens to their rights, for those that may not know, and not to out anybody, but they are some of my near and dearest to my heart friends & family. Nothing will ever change that, as I will always choose love for those two groups of people, my friends and family.
For who are any of us to judge anyone really? Even you, Mr. President. Who knows what the next 4 years will bring, I only ask that it be filled with hope, love and laughter. Not the burning of limos, as with all those protestors that came before, there is a way to be heard, and a way to destroy the very thing you wish to preserve.
I'm still concerned, or scared rather.
Love to those I hold dear,
Lindsay
Twitter-@LindsMRoach
Instagram- lindsayroach
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/lindsayslifewithcp
I know, and you know what just took place yesterday. Donald Trump, became President Trump. What does this mean for us? Yes, possibly 4 years of hell. BUT, only if we let it be. I do not, nor have I ever thought, burning limos was the way to peace, in the country in which I live, obviously some might disagree.
While it has been promised by President Trump, to keep those with pre-existing health conditions, with health care, meaning I get to keep all my Dr.s for now...I also am a 27 year old White person, Female, technically disabled, but most importantly white, and I forgot to mention straight.
My point is this, being white, and having taken all my Sociology and Psychology, not to mention my Social Psychology courses,not that long ago, there is a white privilege in this country, YOU may not think it so, but it does exist, even more so for white straight males. So yes, I worry for those of my friends who are not, with this new leadership. How will their individual rights fair during this presidency? This country just elected a man, who at the beginning promised even more control over female bodies, deportation, stricter screening of Muslims, so much so, that Mr. President, if you do ever end up seeing this, the only next logical step seemed to be you suggesting internment camps for them, which had my father, who fully backed your campaign, caused him not to see the extreme outrageous extent of it all, in a conversation with him. I do not believe it is the group, nor the weapon that kills the person, it is the individual, who pulls the trigger, or stabs the knife. We CANNOT assume entire demographics of people are all full of hatred, or the next 4 years will indeed be hell.
What about the LGBTQ community, what happens to their rights, for those that may not know, and not to out anybody, but they are some of my near and dearest to my heart friends & family. Nothing will ever change that, as I will always choose love for those two groups of people, my friends and family.
For who are any of us to judge anyone really? Even you, Mr. President. Who knows what the next 4 years will bring, I only ask that it be filled with hope, love and laughter. Not the burning of limos, as with all those protestors that came before, there is a way to be heard, and a way to destroy the very thing you wish to preserve.
I'm still concerned, or scared rather.
Love to those I hold dear,
Lindsay
Twitter-@LindsMRoach
Instagram- lindsayroach
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/lindsayslifewithcp
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