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Napping is a Skill

One which I am well practiced at.



I also like Snoopy, just in case you’re wondering. (Not any of the other Charlie Brown characters, only Snoopy and Woodstock.)

What can I say, Snoopy is a writer and a napper. He also enjoys food and yet never gains any weight.

And you know, he’s a dog.

All around the best qualities.


I wish I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain weight. Then again, don’t we all. 😉


I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) – CFS (or ME) for short. I sleep a lot.

I love napping.

And its really very healthy. Some places have a rule where you break for lunch and take a nap. Google even has adorable little sleep pods. Though, I’d personally like a wee bit freaking lot more privacy than that, just gotta say.

Napping helps you be more creative, more mentally aware, and capable of performing labors and mental challenges with efficiency and accuracy.

And the writer in me is telling me that ^ sentence could’ve been way more eloquent.


Anywho – do you nap?

Why or why not?

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If You Chase Two Rabbits

“If you chase two rabbits, you won’t catch either one.”

  • old proverb



If you try to be two people at once, you won’t be a person at all.

If you try to do two major things at once, you won’t accomplish either wholeheartedly.

Sort of like trying to serve two masters at once. Not possible.


For example…

I tried to be myself and please the world at the same time.

Didn’t happen.

Either one.

One is completely impossible. The other is completely possible but terribly, insanely, absolutely terrifyingly difficult but simple at the same time.


Another example…

You cannot live in the present and the past at the same time.

You cannot live in the present and the future at the same time.


Find who you want to become, then plan accordingly.

Do you ever ask yourself what your goals are for your life?


Change. Be aware. Be present. Live in the now.

All we have is now.

Tomorrow is not promised.


You CAN chase both chocolate and healthy eating, though. Just saying. ;D


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My Number One Pet Peeve

The word fearless.

I cannot stand this word.

I believe it’s used in all the wrong ways. Thrown up on a pedestal and used to signify strength. A characteristic others want to emulate.

I do not.

I believe fearlessness is how people end up dead, maimed, breaking hearts, and destroying individual worth.


Fearlessness is foolish, self-centered, ignorant, and quite frankly, clueless.

Fearlessness is the small child, who, having been told the oven is on and not to touch the burner, decides to reach out and touch it regardless, getting burned.

It is the young child in all of us who hasn’t learned what pain is, who jumps off the roof and breaks their arm.

Fearlessness is unthinking.

Fearlessness believes it is untouchable, invulnerable to harm.

If you’re fearless, you must also be unfeeling.




Courage is what we need.

Courage knows fear, intimately. Terror, the horror of the unknown or knowing the pain that’s about to descend.

And still, courage steps forward and does it anyway.

Courage faces its fears.

Courage knows the pain of loss but recognizes that beyond the risks lies the desired result, the success, the rewards.

Courage looks with the heart and mind, the intuition and reality. It weighs intellect with the desire of the heart and makes decisions based on truth.

The courageous soul stalks forward through the darkness, the pain, the fear.


Stop requiring fearlessness.

What we need is courage.


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On the Days I Used to Get Lost…


Some random tweets and retweets tweeted by yours truly.

Tweet tweet!

And yes, I know, I forgot the “n” in “unknown”. Shameful. *hangs head*


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Follow up to Pregnancy Pet Peeve

From my previous post, some of you probably assume I have a negative thought process toward pregnancy. I kinda realized that after re-reading it.


Not at all.

I have a negative thought process toward a male taking a sort of credit for carrying a child inside of them for 9 nine months, suffering and sacrificing in order to carry, support, and help grow a human life.

I have the utmost respect for pregnant women. For women who have given birth.

Yeah, there’s definitely terror in there. As pregnancy terrifies the living shenanigans out of me.

But mostly awe.

Women who go through pregnancy, to me, are amazing. Courageous. Unfathomably strong.


she looks beautiful


The issues (and the anger aimed at said issues) have nothing to do with pregnancy or motherhood.

My anger is aimed toward the unhealthy forms of pregnancy and motherhood.

The unhealthy (in my opinion) men that claim that they have suffered through child birth, 9 months of Hell, and the after effects it has on women’s bodies and minds.


I think I already went on enough about how annoyed I am when men try to act like they have to squeeze an elephant out of a straw. So…

Unhealthy Forms of Pregnancy and Motherhood

If you’re pregnant and you smoke, do drugs, or drink… I’m not trying to judge. But I feel this seething indignation in my gut every time I see it, hear about it, just knowing about it.

There is a helpless life inside you. One who will have a bigger chance of a miserable life once born, if you’re doing these things. You know what sucks? Having terrible health.

Another one that really irks me – is how some couples allow the child to dominate their life afterward. I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty certain “family” includes both parents, not just the child. If you’re a family, the best thing you can do for your child is to show him/her that you love your spouse.


Because if you neglect your spouse, act as if they come second, act as if they’re unimportant, act as if you’re a freaking slave to your child while not bothering to keep your marriage strong – you’re giving the example to your child of what “love” is. Of what “parenting” is. Of what “marriage” is.

Guess what that munchkin who you love is going to do?

Grow up to have an unsatisfying love life.


That child never saw you take time out to go on dates.

That child never saw you take time simply for the two of you, acting as if your bond and relationship was important.

That child never saw you act like you were in a loving, strong, equal, relationship. Never saw you fall in love as they weren’t present yet, and never saw you act as if you ever had, once they were.


doesn’t she look free?



I also have a bit more to add to yesterday’s post, thanks to awesome people who commented.


Someone tweeted in to tell me that something else women suffer through during pregnancy is….. they crave dirt.

DIRT! People – pregnant gals want to walk outside, hunker down, and eat dirt!

(she also told me it’s due to a nutrition deficiency)


I also remembered the particularly horrific truth of what a C section is. You know, how they cut a woman open, remove her guts, place them in bowls, take the kid out, put her guts back in…. that sounds soooo lovely.

*face of horror*

No thank you.


A male commenter on yesterday’s post also commented in on his irritation of how people simply go up to pregnant ladies and touch their bellies. Without their permission. I agree with you, dude.

Yes, the miracle of birth is amazing, lovely, something we want to reach out and touch, share joy in.

What people seem to forget, is that there is a human woman standing there, who that baby bump belongs to! As the commenter (I won’t name him as I don’t know who’s comfortable with what) pointed out, “My belief is that if you didn’t have the right to touch her belly before she was pregnant, you don’t have that right after she is.”

Beautifully said.


Just so ya know, I’m not apologizing for yesterday’s post.

I feel I have every right to be peeved when men try to take childbirth as a huge accomplishment away from women and claim it as their own, as well.

Yes, there are lovely men who are there for their women, lovely women who aid, support, and lend a hand. But if you in particular aren’t the one pregnant, don’t say you are.

I simply didn’t want you thinking I hated men or pregnancy. 😉


(Also, I hope all the cussing in the videos I posted yesterday didn’t make anyone uncomfortable. I try not to include a lot of cussing but felt the messages behind the videos were important enough.)


You’ve got to admit. Seeing an excited couple pick out baby items is so absolutely cool.





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My Number One Pet Peeve

Okay, so I have eighty zillion (is that a number?) (that’s probably not a word) pet peeves, probably. I have no idea.

I am a really certain person right this moment, guys.


I don’t actually know because I can’t access all of my thoughts at the same time… like not even the ones that I’m thinking right now, all at the same time. Is this making sense? Let’s just go with, I’m weird (strange?) and this is my number one pet peeves. If I end up having more than one number one pet peeve, don’t be surprised. That’s how reality works in my mind.


Mila Kunis says it beautifully.

I am not, nor have I ever been pregnant, but I do believe ONLY FEMALES GET PREGNANT.

What’s up with men constantly trying to take credit for things chicks do?

My gosh! You already have the physical strength! You already have your macho, misogynistic mind control over the majority of the human beings in power! You get to take a walk by yourself without the opposite sex harassing you! You get paid more! You already get treated like a human being by most of the human race, instead of like a sex toy with no rights/thoughts. You already have the lack of pap smears! You get to lose weight in the blink of an eye while we struggle to lose a pound! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?!

(to keep it fair, there are things that women can do that men can’t – and there are a lot of feminist men)


But anywho…

Men – you are not ‘pregnant’.

You don’t have these issues:

  • puke every day
  • puke every time you eat
  • puke every time you don’t eat
  • feel like you’re going to puke every moment of every day
  • you don’t have to deal with the physical or psychological effects of peeing yourself
  • you don’t, consequently, have to wear a freaking panty liner every day and night (and that rubs after a while)
  • poop all over yourself and your child while giving birth
  • push a watermelon sized human being out of your vagina
  • possibly rip your vagina all the way to your anus (episiotomy)
  • have to get that stitched up
  • poop for the first time after childbirth – apparently it feels like you’re smuggling an angry porcupine out of a straw
  • worry about being loose afterward
  • deal with everyone’s ridiculous comments, questions, smugness, and ability to bend over and stand back up without issue
  • get told you’re so lucky to be pregnant when EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE HURTS
  • you can’t see your own feet
  • you want to eat everything everywhere, every moment
  • get stretchmarks which, let me tell ya, makes us all feel SO BEAUTIFUL (I have stretch marks simply from growing, so I can say “us” in this one)
  • feel your boobs screaming inside your bra
  • have an alien doing martial arts inside you while you’re trying to sleep


So men, I don’t want to hear it. YOU are not pregnant. Yes, you have to deal with a moody woman. You’re so big and tough and manly and get all the perks and none of the pain, DEAL WITH IT. The women have to actually deal with it. And by it, I mean being possessed by an alien that wants to ruin their bodies and take over their lives.

(as a side note, most women say its worth it and they’d do it again) (personally, I think they’re probably on heroin when they say this)


And just for fun:


Men – what do you think? Should men be able to say “we are pregnant?”

Women – what do you think? Should men be able to say “we are pregnant” or do you have the urge to slam their head into the cement when this happens? What’s something terrible about pregnancy that I missed? What’s something you loved?

Who is your favorite male feminist?

Do you think the Try Guys’ experience is close to real labor?


Follow up (what is this, a doctor appointment?) Follow up to Pregnancy Pet Peeve.


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3 Rules of Writing and Life

When it comes to writing, there’s a lot that can apply to non-writers. Everything involved in the world of writing can be a metaphor for life.

I don’t feel particularly wordy today. So, you can apply most of the metaphors.



Write down or record ideas as soon as they pop up. No matter how intriguing, mysterious, seducing, grandiose, simple, or vibrant they are, eventually, you will forget.

Intense emotions can easily be activated by recorded memories. They’re also easily forgotten. Time wears on everything, including the most important of memories.

If you’re a writer? WRITE YOUR BLOODY IDEA DOWN AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. Or it will run away. Immediately. And ideas sprint like The Flash on crank.



Anything that hasn’t destroyed you – even if it has destroyed you! – you can use it. It is all for you and your writing’s betterment.

Or if you’re not a writer, your sentence looks like this:

Anything that hasn’t destroyed you – even if it has destroyed you! – you can use it. It is all for your betterment.



Passion. If you don’t love it, it has no point.

(except the dentist….seriously, no one likes it, but go!)


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