Here's a mirror, stop projecting!

As Oprah would say, I just had an "aha moment." People project. For those of you who have heard of this word and thought you knew what it means...here is a definition. It's a psychological defense mechanism where one projects their undesirable feelings or motives onto another. I just recently discussed this idea with a friend. I never really noticed that projecting is so overwhelmingly common. I literally thought of every person in my life and could relate some instance where this has occurred. I'm not saying that I haven't participated in it either. Mind-boggling right? But it's effective for the projector.
People disappoint me constantly, so you know they disappoint themselves. Projecting provides an outlet for one individual to force their negative feelings onto someone else. Gossip is a prime example. Another example: say someone doesn't like another person, for whatever reason. Their value system tells them they have to like them. They are a bad person if they dislike someone else. So to make them feel better, they convince themselves that the other person doesn't like them. Finally, the result of this feeling of dislike is validated.
It really just originates to insecurity. But doesn't it always?
It's really disgusting and dangerous. It results from inner anxiety and it's a way for people to feel normal, unfortunately making others feel worse. All to often, I hear stories of someone that is dating someone so miserable that it's only a matter of time until they start to believe they are the horrible individual making the other so unhappy.
I would like to take a line from a Michael Jackson hit, "Man in the Mirror" : If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. I hear that and automatically bust a move and I also think that the next time a person negatively criticizes me, I'm going to stick a mirror in their face and say good luck!
Anyways, I know this isn't a funny blog, just thought I would share. It's so interesting to me, I should've studied Psychology for sure.

You've got a cheater in your inbox.

I would like to address the underlying atrotious theme of this movie. "You've got mail"....you've got a story about a friendship originating in a chatroom that turns into an emotional connection. It's cheating folks. Plain and simple. Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks are both in relationships, living with their significant others. They are keeping their online relationship a secret. Some think this is perfectly innocent. Question: then why are they so secretive? Another question, most important of all, why the hell are they staying with the poor souls they obviously don't love. Answer: people are insecure and settle for someone just to have a warm body. It's infuriating to me. What happened to the fairytale lovestory? When does the relationship with your "partner" turn into this haze of resentment and when does it begin to feel like a mistake? I wonder. I wonder why people feel the need to go somewhere else to fill the void. Why can't they take the time to work on their current relationship, ask for advice from them, or hey guys here's a thought, how bout strengthening your relationship with God? Arg. I'm so disgusted with society. And thank you to this movie for reinforcing the innocence of emotional infidelity.

Sometimes I like to drink and put on a dress.

So this little tidbit of info totally goes back to my previous blog "Remember that time when I was 4..."

Apparently some little 4 year old tyke decided he wanted to get in trouble so he could see his pops in jail. He stole some booze from his grandpa's cooler - somehow opened up the beer - drank it, mozied on down to his best friends house, broke into the house and opened her gift. It was a dress. A red dress. He put it on. He was found slurring his words complaining about how his mom wouldn't let him have that 7th candy cane....and it was heard that he was asking where Spongebob Squarepants was. Okay so that last part isn't true but I think that's how it happened.

There's a couple things here that I would like to discuss. I am dying to meet this little kid. Seems like he knows how to party. Kidding. But seriously, how about this mom? It was said that she noticed he was missing around 2:00 a.m. Hmmmm...my theory is that she mozied on in from the bar around that time and stumbled into the room to tuck in party boy and he was missing. Where is Timothy? she shouts. He must be in his happy place. Little Timothy is found in time to open his Christmas presents. So seriously nothing happened to this woman? Child abuse. This child is smart. He misses his dad so much but obviously doesn't realize jail is worse than his house, but maybe he is sending us (the public) a sign. Maybe his house is worse than jail. That's just my idea.

Hens

As Jeremie and I drove through North Georgia today I noticed a tiny house with a sign that said, "MaryJanes Farmgirl Sisterhood Henhouse." Flabbergasted at such a title I vowed right then and there to research this further. Upon my investigation into such a henhouse I have uncovered an underground Girl Scout-ish adult club. As it states on the website "a grown up girls 4-H club."

One who is interested in being a Farmgirl - with 52 badges to aspire to- should model themselves after a hen. A chicken is their mascot, her name is Henrietta. She is in fact the oldest domesticated animal. And she represents the "can do" attitude of a farmgirl, the little red hen, if you will.

If you are thinking to yourself...it's too late for me to be a farmgirl, I have wasted my life as a working mom who drinks too much wine at night, well you are in luck. If you have a wish to live your country bumpkin desires out through your daughter, you have come to the right place. You can make your little girl a hen. The desire for these hens is to make their youngins into farmerettes, farmgirls in training that love to get together hen and cackle style.
Check it out your local chapter, folks. You can be a successful Maryjane Hen in a week if you are hennish. Are you?
The best part about this is... that I cannot make this stuff up.

Remember that time...when I was 4...

So...this week my love has been out of town. Sad stuff. Jeremie went to Charlotte for work. And oh my gosh we have never been away from each other for a week! (insert cheeseball line). But it's has been good. I've had the chance to bond with my mom. That is always something I look forward to. I am able to be my true self with my mom and she gets me. She laughs at my jokes which makes me think about how I am with Sophie. While Jeremie has been gone, I also got to spend quality time with my little Sophie-gal...Jeremie's little 4 year-old daughter. Sometimes I find more insight and wisdom from a conversation with her than I ever imagined. It's surprising and refreshing. She says I'm her best friend. I think I am a pretty cool gal, but started to wonder how long will she say that? What age will she be when thinks I am uncool and asks me to drop her off a block away from her friend's house? Maybe that will never happen. This time I have spent with her just makes me realize how critical this time in her life is. This realization is something I didn't believe in. I, myself, have a very limited memory of my childhood at age 4. I have a feeling though, Sophie, as smart as she is, will remember everything.

People treated as animals!....Errrr...I mean animals treated as people

Ladies and Gentlemen -
Fancy Feast now makes an appetizer for cats. Mmmmmm and Hmmmmm....

I have two questions: First, what fatass cat needs an appetizer? Have you ever in your life seen a cat, and thought, "That cat could really benefit from a caloric increase." I give the company credit for decreasing the spread of viruses. Owner to cat: "Hey Tigger, instead of that bird you just killed,retrieved from the yard, and laid on my bed, munch on this flaked skipjack tuna in a delicate broth."
Tigger: "Thanks mom."

Second, what idiot that made this commercial actually thought that cats watch television? They are totally directing the ad to the cat. And you know the cat that was watching the commercial was pissed when they found out they could've been eating appetizers this WHOLE time. Watch out folks....dessert is next. Cats are smart. They will catch on.