Forgive & Forget

I kick myself for not having come up with this first.

Not only do I have a certain level of skill in bitchcraft, as defined in the above image, I also have a finesse of pissing people off who(m?) inadvertently pissed me off. *This is not to you, Cranky G, I feel I know you well enough now that if you pissed me off I’d say it to your face. I actually can’t figure out if that is a who/whom situation back there.* With that little asterisk disclaimer, I also realize when something pisses me off I have a tendency to put it on blast. All this makes me who I am. If we ever become Facebook friends and you “like” an image I disagree with, since I obviously cannot comment since you didn’t share it, I will post it and put a message on why I disagree with it. I’m just nice like that. It gives me the opportunity to let you know how I feel since you liking it pushed it into my newsfeed, essentially making me feel better that I was able to share my thoughts, without antagonizing you into a debate. Seriously. You should be thanking me for that. Case in point:

Why is everybody always picking on he?

My devout religious friend who(m?) I love. I have known her since I was 6/7 years old and went to church on Sunday with her. We may have been more into the lemonade and sugar cookies, but hey! At least we were there; AMIRITE!? She liked this image and with it came a message on how parents are lying to their kids and that we should only be teaching of Christ‘s birth. I get that, you wouldn’t think I do, but I do. I understand Jesus is the son of God (no, I didn’t just Google that.. sheesh) and should be celebrated during the Holidays. It may not have helped that this post was from an anti-gay marriage page (yes, my friend and I are opposite sides of 2 coins that come from 2 different countries that somehow became glued together. That’s what friendships are made of — er, maybe just mine.), but my friend LOVED Santa Clause. It was the magic of belief and for her to have grown up into this woman who(m?) now believes (going to push the boundaries here) Santa is the devil (thanks, Water Boy)?? So, of course I debo’ed the image and posted it with a message basically stating that the belief in magic is just as harmless as the belief in miracles. We still message each other and have a pretty good long distance friendship, but she’s become used to my hardly subtle retaliations just as I have grown used to her Romney minded, anti-abortion, anti-gay rights, put everything in God’s hands all the time and drop His name is every conversation ways.

Playing with fire here…

Say hello to Dipshidiot there on the left. That is a beautiful tree he and Alice picked out, but I am sorry to say it fails by design. Is this what all redneck Christmas trees look like? I think Charlie Brown did a better job.

I haven’t spoken with Alice since she rescued Dipshidiot from the horrible confines of jail. On Saturday I went to pick up my money from her, but I chose not to see his redneck ignorant ass (he makes rednecks look bad) and stayed in my car making her bring it out to me. We didn’t say a word to one another except me a ‘thanks’ and her a ‘you’re welcome’. Really, in her language it’s your welcome. So I am done. I haven’t deleted her off FB just yet for current purposes unknown. Possibly to see if she posts anything about Dipshidiot other than a distant profile shot.

I am actually kind of enjoying the fact that she’s not texting or calling me. So here is me forgiving and forgetting the saga of Alice & Dipshidiot:

Sheesh, it’s pretend. Don’t get your panties in a twist now.

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