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The Joys of Being Adopted

by Monique on August 8, 2008


In the past few weeks I have been getting a lot of emails and comment form questions about being adopted. I know in the past I have made mention of it and the fact that I am quite content being an adoptee. However, as it has been proven in the past, those itty bitty comments brings out all the psychos and I end up having some great debate about adoption. I don’t know how many times I can say it, but just because YOUR experiences with adoption were horrible does not mean everyone has had the same bad experience. My biological mother or birth mother or natural mother - whatever you want to call her - was a deranged lunatic, and so me being adopted was a HUGE blessing. It’s also not a secret that I have been struggling with infertility for YEARS. The cause is unknown, I get pregnant, have a miscarriage… wash, rinse, repeat. I’m used to it. I used to keep a blog documenting it, but that along with the anti-adoption lunies made me decide to just no longer talk about my life as a woman who at the time was in a major self struggle to have a child. Only those who are in my immediate circle know anything about whether I have a child, and if I do whether he/she was conceived naturally or adopted. It’s pretty sad that because people are losers that some things still have to remain taboo on my very own blog.

Anyway, most of the questions are the same as I always get so I found an old FAQ post I had done about my adoption story and so I am going to repost it.

As always, ask any additional questions in the comments and I promise to answer them.

When did you learn you were adopted?

I was told I was adopted when I was so small that I can barely remember it. But when I was younger (as most of you already know) my mother would talk about my adoption often and tell me I was special because I was chosen. It was never a secret in my family.

But what about your other life? What about the truths that were kept from you?

Ummm, the only person who has lied to me in this whole adoption thing was my birth mother. I don’t think I have any other life. I am living the one I was meant to live.

Why are you so quick to believe your amom over your nmom?

After much thinking about what the heck an amom and nmom are, I figured one was adopted and the other natural maybe? If that is the case, I must say again, it is isn’t about who I choose to believe. I KNOW the truth. My mother has never said anything negative about L. In fact, she gave me some nice reasons as to why she may have left me. It was L herself who poisoned my views on her when she couldn’t distinguish fact from fiction.

Why do you seem so angry with your mother?

I am not angry with either of my mothers. I am just not very fond of the woman who gave me life.

I have heard that infertility is brought on by a woman who hasn’t taken care of herself. Maybe if you think hard you will remember an STD you had or maybe you are too old and should just give up. You have no right trying to steal other womens babies.

Oh, aren’t you precious and naive. For starters, if you stop and think about your question/statement, you will see how ignorant it is. ALL infertility is caused by an STD or old age? Once again, we are faced with that black and white mentality that I keep talking about. Nothing is that simple. Secondly, I am not trying to steal anyones baby. I am not running around in the K-Mart parking lot knocking women over their heads and taking their newborns. Sorry to disappoint you.

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Thank You For Being Stupid

by Monique on July 20, 2008


In the wonderful state of Texas, there is this city called Dallas, which is near where I live. I am not sure if this is true for all of Texas, but Dallas and its surrounding areas has a lot of idiots. Like seriously dumb ass people. People that make me afraid to leave the house some days.

When I moved to Texas, I was expecting to see a different world… like a scene straight out of Dallas. I wanted someone to welcome me by sending me a plaid shirt and a 10 gallon hat. I thought I’d meet charming people like Gomer and Barney Fife. I expected to go line dancing, and eat cheap steaks every night. I wanted to meet some red necks with crazy accents that I’d need a translator understand.

However, my eyes were opened bigger than silver dollar pancakes on a Texas spring morning.1

The people here are just crazy! For example, they make u-turns when their lights are red. They love to drive farm equipment down really busy streets. They also take a kick out of bicycling on major roads where cars are zooming by at 55 mph, and there is no shoulder.  And good lord, there are a gazillion of those emo kids running around. I would have thought that Texas kids would be wearing boots and cowboy hats. And there are a so many gay men here2 That’s not at all what I expected in Dallas.3

Anyway, because I get to endure so much of this shit on a daily basis, I decided I would do a weekly post called “Thank You For Being Stupid” which highlights some of the fun and exciting things about Texas that make living here such a treat.Think of it like some undercover expose. Dallas Revealed!4

Exhibit A

A few days ago, I was riding along a really busy road, minding my business when I looked up and spotted a lovely scene. It was a father and daughter riding along together chitchatting back and forth. She looked to be about 10 or so, and rather cute.  Normally, I would think nothing of this except that this lovely duo was on a moped.

Now let me explain the situation. This road is one of the main roads through town. It’s three lanes of traffic both ways, people speeding along at 50 mph. Not a very safe place for an adult on a motorcycle, much less a kid on a moped.

Yes, she is wearing shorts, she also had on flip flops. Notice he is a genius for not sporting any type of protection. While they were riding along, the little girl would remove her hands from his waist and rest them on her knees. He spent a lot of time looking back at her talking and pointing at different things/people/places. I wanted to pull up and yell at them but I didn’t.5 You could tell everyone else was taken aback by it as well because no one would get near them unless we were at a light. I can not for the life me begin to imagine what this man was thinking. Clearly not much or else she wouldn’t have been riding with him.

So, to this dad, and his poor daughter… Thank you for being stupid.


  1. thought I’d try out some Texas slang, how’d I do? []
  2. not that there is anything wrong with that []
  3. when I was getting my tattoo, this guy walks in with QUEER in bold letters tattooed down his arm. i was like what the f… []
  4. cheesy, i know []
  5. i refrained because my choice of verbage would definitely have fallen into the XXX rating. i am not good at all at keeping my cursing within a G rating []

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Here’s My First Born, Now Give Me My Shoes

by Monique on July 15, 2008


Christian Louboutin Mary Janes

I love shoes.

No… I really love shoes.

I have a massive shoe obsession.

Like, huuuuuuuuuuggggggeeeeeee.

I’d say, shoes own a part of my soul. I don’t know when it started or why, but it happened and that’s just how it is.

I own everything from flats to platforms, fancy ones and plain ones, expensive ones and cheap ones. I can not explain how much I love shoes.

I own well over 150 pairs.

Yes, 150 pairs of shoes.1

I have curbed my obsession greatly in the past few years. In fact, I haven’t bought a new pair in over a year. I hear shoes calling my name as I walk through Macy’s and Nordstroms and I ignore them.2

But no matter how much I love shoes, I would never consider buying a pair that:

  1. Did not fit.
  2. Made me look like an idiot.
  3. I could not walk in.
  4. Did not fit.
  5. And finally, the most important of all… DID NOT FIT.

So with that said, can someone explain to me why it is that I can not spend one single day not having to witness some ridiculous chick trying to walk in heels that she can’t even stand up in. Do men not notice stuff like that?

To me, nothing is more unattractive then… wait, yes there are other things that are more unattractive but that’s not the point… ANYWAY, it bugs me to no end to see a woman in heels who looks like she is walking on tacks. Some of these women look like they need to be on the savannas of Africa … some skitterish gazelle about to be jumped by a lion.  Her knees are slightly bent, she’s semi-slouched, thighs pressed together, all while she is stomping yet bouncing about in some shoes that I personally know must be breaking her toes.

I thought the point of wearing heels was to look good!

I know after 8 hours on our feet, we all walk a little funny, but I just switch to flats instead of looking like an fool. Maybe that’s just me.

Well, I don’t’ know.  Perhaps for a pair of Christian Louboutins I would walk around looking like an idiot, but then again that would negate the point of having them. But oh, to own a pair of those would be like winning the lottery. Hell, I don’t even need to win the lottery to have a pair. It’s just one paycheck. Just one paycheck… I’d get to wear them once… maybe twice depending on if I got them on before my funeral because my husband would certainly kill me if I made that kind of an impulse buy.

Maybe I am being a little too critical.  Nah … anytime your toes overlap your shoes, like you are perched on the edge of a diving board, you need to take the leap and buy a better fitting pair.


  1. even though I doubt I wear more than 5 of them on a regular basis []
  2. instead I go over to the MAC counter and blow all my hard earned cash. []

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