PSA: I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat.

Sweet baby Jesus on a stick. WHAT is wrong with people? I don't know if it's a cultural thing, a generation thing, or what but common sense, human decency and social etiquette have died a horrible death and I didn't even know it.

I wanted to write about this a few weeks ago but I didn't want one of the people who reads this to feel targeted. Just when I had forgotten the incident, it happened again. It's now been over five or six times now where a woman (wtf! ALWAYS women! Come on, we're supposed to be comrades in arms wtf happened?) felt that it would be completely acceptable to gesture towards my post twins gut and ask me if I'm pregnant again. No matter how many times I get asked, I always end up getting really upset about it. After I had the babies, my stomach basically deflated and now it hangs over and it's disgusting. I hate it. No matter how many sit ups I do, it won't subside. I look in the mirror and what I see (under clothes) is fine, but then some idiot comes along and basically calls me fat.

Today for instance. I was at a training session and I was sitting with someone I used to work with. She's not originally from Canada, (this is important). She says to me out of fucking nowhere, "Are you having another baby or are you getting fatter?" Word for word, I'm not kidding. I looked her in the eye and said "I'm getting fatter." I hoped that would be the end of it but no. She kept on going. "Oh you're like me. I carry my weight there too." I was giving many physical cues that I was not interested in continuing the convo but she kept going. I said, "I don't know if it's a cultural thing, but that's incredibly impolite to say to someone. Very rude." Annnnnd she kept on going on about her own weight until I very sharply snapped "DROP. IT." That shut her up nicely.Afterward, I did apologize for snapping at her but I again pressed that it wasn't something that people should say to one another, even if they're very comfortable together. She apologized again and that was the end of it.

Do I need to educate you on this? Because if I do, please do me a huge favour and kick yourself in the ass as hard as you can. If you have difficulty, get a friend or your spouse or neighbour and get them to do it. You NEVER ask someone if they're pregnant, even if they're eating five meals in one sitting and are complaining about morning sickness. Do not EVER assume. Some of us are fat, face it. Some of us had kids fairly recently and are finding it hard to get back into shape. Nobody is more critical of our flabby guts than ourselves. I beat myself up enough over it, I don't need you pointing it out to me. If you see me on the operating table with a baby being pulled out of my vagina, THEN you can ask, although by that time I technically won't be pregnant....and I will think you're a fucking idiot anyway, so better not ask!

So the next time you're wondering about someone, keep your trap shut. If they are, they will tell you...and that's only if they feel that you should be privy to such information. And if you JUST met someone, don't be a fucking knob and ask "Is that your first?" like I had to deal with at my boyfriend's work Xmas party last December.

Manners go a long way...I just wish there were more people out there who had any.


*** PS I find it ironically amusing that the adsense bar down below is advertising a Slimband. Oh keywords!

Captain Downer at your service!

http://www.ottawacitizen.com/news/Police+officer+avoids+jail+child+abuse/4313648/story.html

I'm just going to stop apologizing for posting another bitch fest. It's what I do. I guess that's my niche. *rolls eyes*

Basically, a police officer was charged with physical abuse toward his children. The judge, Justice Gilles Renaud gave the officer a conditional discharge.

"I find that the refusal of a discharge in this instance would be contrary to the public interest by depriving the community of the skills and talents of (the accused) as a police officer," Renaud ruled." The officer had whipped all of his kids, one of whom was still in diapers. His ex wife pleaded that he not lose his job  because her kids would lose financial security.

WOW. Ex-wife, I don't know what kind of shit your ex threatened you with, but it must have been pretty extreme and depraved for you to vouch for him and say you believe he's rehabilitated. Did he threaten to find you if you ran away? Did he threaten that he has very powerful friends who will make you disappear if you take his kids away? Did he say other fucked up things to instill irrevocable fear into your very soul? That's the only explanation I can come up with to believe that his ex-wife DEFENDED him in court. No one in their right mind would do this. If it's about money for the children, for fuck sake get a job, get several. Just protect your children from that man. At any cost.

Children can't defend themselves. They can't protect themselves. They need someone in their lives to make sure harm doesn't befall them. The judge decided that the officer was too good of a cop to be kicked off the force. Who cares if you're a shitty dad, if you beat up small kids, you're a good cop and that's all that matters. Would this have happened if he was a good cashier at Wal Mart? A stellar plumber? Fuck, would this have happened if he was a good firefighter or paramedic??? No. A good cop.

Apparently a good cop with a lot of good connections.

We have this guy protecting our streets, possibly arresting other animals who beat or rape their kids. I feel sick.

The Citizen didn't leave comments open for discussion. Very curious. I wrote them a pretty scathing letter, damning not only the defendent, but the judge.

I don't know the whole story, but I think it's pretty fucking clear that this guy should not have been given any mercy and those kids are doomed. I desperately hope I'm wrong about the kids, but nobody is protecting them. To them, the man who hurt them so badly and let them down so hard isn't being punished for what he did, thus he did nothing wrong. What do you think that's going to do to them? That's telling them that they did deserve to be whipped and that they were bad.

All I can really say is that I am going to hug my kids that much more from now on. Please do the same with yours if you have any.

Lulz

Kinda considering putting this pic up as the main pic for my twins blog...

Sacralicious!

I've been sitting on this topic for a while, not quite sure how to present it, or how not to offend people. I wasn't sure if I should broach the subject of my breaking away from the Catholic faith but I figured that if I can talk about my boyfriend's scrotum, I can probably talk about religion. (Man, I hope his mom doesn't read this blog...as if I just mentioned his scr-) Anyway, here goes...

The only reason I would go to church today would be so I could sing really loud. I effing love that song, "Here I Am, Lord".  No joke. Whoever wrote that song "gets" me. I suddenly have the urge to join a church choir...

Stick to karaoke.

Grade eleven, Holy Trinity, we were taken on a field trip for World Religion class. This class was the reason I got baked in the parking lot before school started. We went to a Hindu temple, a mosque, a synogogue, a Ukrainian Orthodox church, some Catholic place, and a Buddhist temple. Every place was remarkable enough to have left an impression in me. The Hindu temple had the most beautiful artistry and the hosts were so kind. The mosque was quite woman-friendly, and the woman presenter was also very kind. The synogogue was neat, the rabbi was informative, and they fed us. The Ukrainian church was beautiful but the idealism was so strict compared to what we were used to and the priest treated the introduction like a lecture to a bunch of naughty perverted delinquents. The Catholic place...I can't remember what it was called, but the priest who showed us around used to be my parish priest. He was very nice to us, remembered a few of us and gave us a brief history lesson on Constantine. The Buddhist temple was definitely my favourite. The monks were friendly, approachable and gave us little 'fortunes'. I think I actually still have mine somewhere...It said "Beware of evil persons. You will succeed in the end."

I think the aim of that class was to give us open minds while maintaining that ours was the only true religion and all the people we visited minus the Catholic priest were going to hell. In truth, all it did was confuse me. I read up on the idealogy of each religion and it blew me away that they all thought they were the true religion, yet many of them respected Jesus and Catholicism...I felt like we didn't extend that courtesy their way in return. I had never heard the parish priest say "Mohammad was a great teacher" or "Buddha was kick ass" or "Shiva was more than a character on Mortal Kombat 3". It was heathen this and heresy that. It was more of an "Oh you. When will you ever learn that you can only seek salvation through Jesus Christ?"

I guess their plan backfired...I came to my own realization that there was no "true faith". I can't say one religion is better than the other. A friend of mine was regaling a tale of when a Jehovah's Witness came to his father's door. The witness aked, "Sir, can you think of one thing in this world that you don't need?" He replied, "Yep. Organized religion." The witness thanked him for his time and immediately left for the next house.

I sometimes think I'm an atheist and there are times where I catch myself being an agnostic. And then when I'm in times of severe stress, I almost catch myself crossing myself. Old habits die hard. (Not really a habit though...it's not like I'd recite the Hail Mary before jumping into a school yard fight...)

I truly believe that god is such a personal thing, whatever people think and believe. I think it's a very ridiculous thing that the matter of religion has killed so many people. And it's still happening today. Should we consider it an implement of population control? Worship however you see fit, but don't let another person's different views bother you. And don't bother them with your own. It's no one's business but your own, right?

Frig I still have that song stuck in my head...