If you read this blog on a slightly regular basis, really if you’ve read this blog once- it’s pretty clear that I have a Facebook “Fan” Page (and yes, I hate that word)- hell, it’s screaming at you from the left sidebar right now.
I started the page a little under a year ago to help promote this blog, and the book, and to have a place to put the random shit that goes on in my brain that doesn’t quite fit anywhere else, but in my humble opinion is still funny enough to be snorted at by someone OTHER than me.
Basically the page is whatever I want, whenever I want- and with the whatever and whenever can come people who don’t always agree.
That is absolutely nothing new. I had people who thought that my opinion was the exact opposite of funny and therefore I was a product of the DEBIL HIMSELF and should have NEVER HAD KIDS since long before I ever created a Facebook page. I even dedicated a part of my book to that mess.
So when trolls came-a-trollin’ my shiny new page, I didn’t find myself all that surprised. The internet is a vast and wide place full of people with completely differing opinions, some who are respectful of others, and some who choose to disrespect everyone and everything that happens to not be the way they see it, and the need to do it loudly. Those are always fun people to deal with!
As a general rule, after everything i’ve been through, when it comes to assholes, douchebags, and condescending bitches on the internet- I ignore. And on my page? I ban them. No patience for that bullshit- we all have enough going on, what with having to take care of our children and our bills and every other little stress that gets tossed our way once we attempt to become productive members of society, why waste time on idiots? Occasionally one gets away from me, but for the most part I like to think it is a drama free zone.
Still, having a page with a decent number of people following it, and you become exposed to all different kinds of people.
Personally- if your child is happy and healthy and not impeding on the health and happiness of mine for extended periods of time- I could not give two shits less what you do. Not my business, not my place, and i’m not you. End of story.
Other people, a LOT of other people, do not see things that way. And that is when we come to a picture and a message I feel should be addressed, because it pisses me the fuck off. People piss me the fuck off.
Me: Man, my toy allergy eyes are bad today Kids: What? Me: Yeah,if I see any of your crap on my floor I'll have a reaction and THROW IT AWAY
@AmericHousewife it's cute you think I'll survive to them turning that age!
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Spring into Spring-a-Palooza at Great Wolf lodge! goo.gl/fb/Ey9QEb
Vodka might rhyme with Friday, but what rhymes with Tuesday is "SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME HAVE MY COFFEE!"
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