Big Difference

This post won’t be very long…at least that’s what I think at the moment.
I am not feeling well.  My doctor prescribed me some antibiotics that either make me vomit, or give me diarrhea.  No fun. Plus the new batch of meds gives me a sore stomache. Bluuuh!
So yeah. I will try to write something. Even though I currently feel like shit.
I suppose the odours the puppies leave on the carpet doesn’t help. I tend to become sensitive to smells when I am pregnant.
Anyways, I had a bit of a scare that made me go to Emerge on Monday evening.  The fear of another miscarriage.  But nope.  All is well, and I am just starting to feel the side effects of the antibiotics I was prescribed last week.
It never fails.  At some point in my pregnancies, I wind up with a UTI. Anyways, I was prescribed even more antibiotics to cope with some of the irritation I was experiencing.
So yay to another week of these unpleasant side effects. Mostly vomiting, and diarrhea.  TMI, I know. But this is my blog, and I write whatever the fuck I want. Mostly, my reality. My truth.
Other than feeling like shit lately, my man and I made an attempt to get my children outdoors last weekend to go fishing at Westminster Ponds. However, no luck with the fish. And my children are so urbanized, they complained majority of the time. They’d rather be home and indoors on a beautiful day…or every day for that matter.  It gets a bit frustrating.  But then again, I was raised in a small town out in butt fuck nowhere.  Compared to my children, growing up in the city. Big difference.
I find people that live in the city relate fun to consumption.  In order to have fun, money must be spent.  Whether it’s shopping at malls, going to the movies, etc etc. Up north, you made your own fun, and rarely costed a thing, just the use of your imagination. Ahem, if you recall, I was the strange kid chasing my shadow.
Heck, even for adults. Alcohol is pushed on so many young adults as entertainment.  Drink on the weekends.  Or drink when your off work. Consume. Consume. Buy buy buy!! But that’s the world and civilization of Capitalism.  Ugh. And yet still, so many people can’t see it. It’s become the norm. What we’ve become accustomed to. It’s like the use of a creative imagination is getting wiped out.
My man lectures me about Capitalism, and conformity.  Well..not really lectures. But he talks about it, a lot, to get his point across. And says that he doesn’t like Capitalism, but unfortunately we have to conform a bit in order to get the things that we want or need with money. For example; a house, a car, etc. That’s just the way the world is.  Yes, he’d rather barter, and live off the land.  But in order to obtain land, you need money.
I usually bite my tongue during these discussions, because I believe conformity is a mental illness. It’s flat out brainwashing. I refuse to let people or organizations tell me what and how to think. Hence my struggles with most organizations and institutions throughout my life time.
If we all think and do the same, nothing changes. I know defiance is looked down upon, but it is those that deviate that make history. Not the sheep.
I see it repeatedly when I look at the artists I admire. The ones that didn’t conform to please others. They knew they were different and owned it.
So yeah, when my man says things like I need to present myself in a certain manner to certain family members that are more conservative.  It is not I that needs to change. But their perspective that does. I am an artist.  I can be somewhat eccentric at times, and that will just have to be accepted.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my man. We have a lot in common, but also have some differences in opinions, obviously.  Especially when it comes to conformity. But that’s okay. Because for some reason he met me, and for some reason I met him. We have a lot to learn from each other.
Last night we got into a bit of conflict..regarding weed, alcohol, Capitalism, and me being too quiet.  Ya know? It seems like I know more about him than he does about me. But then again, he’s one of those people that can babble on and on about themselves. I just listen. If you want me to speak, than ya gotta learn to shut up and listen once in a while. But yeah.  Whatever. Apparently alot of people are like that. My kind is rare.
So yeah. Not perfect.  Some times things get rocky. We clearly got some things to work on. – Pooks

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Because Here It Is!

Well hello again!

It’s been a little over a week, so yeah I’m kinda late with this post. But that’s okay, because here it is….finally.

Umm… I’m not sure what to write, as usual. But yeah yeah, whatever, just type.

Okay, so a while back my man and I met a 65 year old woman outside the Beer Store. Anyways, she invited us over, and yeah… Won’t be going back there again. No, I wasn’t drinking, but I seemed to have been surrounded by people that were. That was kind of amusing to say the least.

Anyways, our first impression of this woman, we thought she was interested in hanging out with us because we are an interracial couple. And well…she’s part black, part native, and part white. At first she seemed cool, kinda sarcastic and giggly. But.. when we got to her place, I don’t know. Suddenly, I felt like I was put into that freakin position where people assume I’m a psychiatrist or something just because I’m a quiet person. Honestly, I fuckin hate that. I mean, a good 15 years of my life was spent listening to someone bitch. I’m kinda done with that shit. Nothing like being bombarded with a shit load of venting and negativity. After awhile, in these situations, I just wanna say; what the fuck are you grateful for?! Ya know?! Tell me something positive and good. Freakin switch it up a bit and change your damn attitude. Fuck! How and why do I attract these kind of people?! It gets a little frustrating after awhile.

I mean, I do understand her frustration and anger regarding racism, and discrimination. You know? The whole alienation thing. I get it. Not really fitting anywhere. But, you don’t see me ranting about this shit to random people either. It’s stuff I write about. If people want to read my rants or any other crazy freakin thoughts, by all means. I leave it up to my readers. It’s not forced in your fuckin face.

Not only that, but she seemed to have some abandonment issues. Trying to tell me my man is just going to up and leave me eventually, because “all men do” in her opinion. Well… I honestly don’t need someone like that filling that kind of shit in my head. Ya know? Just because she had problems in her past with men, doesn’t mean that my man is the same. I refuse to believe that. He’s been absolutely amazing as a boyfriend, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

Another thing, apparently her son, whom was also there, is a friend or acquaintance of my ex. And well… I try to keep our crowds separate. So another reason why we won’t be going back. Ya know? Both my man and I agree, we need more positive, optimistic people in our lives, especially with the baby on the way.

Anyways, onto other things. I missed my Leads appointment apparently, but I was kinda focused and excited for my babies first ultrasound. So yeah, any other plans during last week kinda went out the window. Minus the visit with muh other babies, of coarse I’m going to be there for them.

I had my visit with my children shortly after my ultrasound, so that was a good day. And now that I am a little past 12 weeks pregnant, maybe I won’t have to worry about the morning sickness and nausea as much. For awhile, that was kicking my ass. Good times. Haha!

Newho, we still don’t know the sex of the baby, and are still undecided about the name were going give our child. My daughter is hoping for a baby sister, and my son is hoping for a baby brother. Either way, I’ll be happy. I mean, my partner and I kind of giggled because we said our baby already sounds like royalty with both our last names combined; King- Wuytenburg. ❤

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Umm.. My visit with my kids went well. Even though it was kind of a rainy wet day. So their father gave me some money to take them to an internet cafe kind of place, called Gamerz Block. It was pretty cool. My kids got to play games online for an hour, and during that time, we stayed dry. The workers there were really friendly, and helpful. So yeah, it was a good evening with my children.

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Other than that, we’ve managed to move some of my man’s belongings to my place. Slowly but surely the move is getting done. Of coarse, no heavy lifting for me, but I do what I can.

As for today, I kinda wanted to get out of my mans apartment for the day. So here I am, at home, blogging. There’s going to be people, possible future tenants viewing his apartment today, and yeah, I didn’t want to stick around. That would just be awkward. I would feel like a zoo animal on display or something while this takes place. So yeah, I got out of there temporarily.

Oh yeah, I can’t remember the exact day it was. But my man pampered me for a day. He surprised me with Rainbow Trout, Cheese Cake, and even got me a Detroit Red Wings cap. Ya know? Just because. Yeah, I’m lucky to have someone love me so much.

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Not to mention that he’s proud to be becoming a father. I mean, he shows off the ultrasound pictures to as many people as he can. It’s cute.

Hard to believe it’s happening, but soon we will be sharing the same roof, as a family. He says our home will be a happy home, filled with lots of love. So yeah, looking forward to it all. I love his optimism.

Next summer we plan to have a kick-ass garden in the backyard. That’s going to be awesome. Who knows what else?!

Anyways, I gotta move stuff around the house, to make room for other stuff. I know, I know. Be careful, and don’t over do it. Hope you enjoyed the read! Until next time, peace and love! – Pooks

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

– William Shakespeare

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1128

Well, since I am waiting for my kids to arrive, they should have been here at 2pm, I figured, I might as well write to kill time.

Anyways, my boyfriend and I have been trying to sell these shiatsu puppies. We sold the pure white one not too long ago, but go figure, we wind up with more drama.

This chubby younger guy wanted to buy a puppy for his pregnant girlfriend. This guy talks to the crazy lady with the black shiatsu in the other building. should have expected drama. Anyways, my boyfriend was ify about selling them the puppy. I mean, he’s already been threatened by this “Steve” guy that puffed out his chest and tried to intimidate my boyfriend into giving a puppy to this old lady for free. Anyways, this chubby younger fellow hangs out with this “Steve” guy and associates with that crazy lady with the black shiatsu. The #NoShiatsuForYou Lady. So yeah, there were red flags from the start.

Anyways, this chubby coloured younger guy kept insisting for the puppy. He wanted to pay $200 one month, in exchange for the puppy, and pay $300 later. Automatically, I was like no. I told my boyfriend that he could basically rip off my boyfriend that way. Ya know? Pay $200, take the puppy and take off. So the chubby younger guy said that he’d try to sell his XBox One to make the money. So instead, my boyfriend offered to take the XBox One and $50 in exchange for the puppy. This guy agreed. And yeah, the puppy was sold. Shortly after, they came to pick up the puppy, and yeah, things seemed fine.

Well… it wasn’t, apparently. This guy began texting my boyfriend asking for $200-$300 back, just because he claims the puppy isn’t a purebred. Odd, that didn’t seem to matter when they bought the puppy. Suddenly it matters after he goes back and talks to the others in his building from 1128. These freakin shit disturbers that clearly have no life. Anyways, he’s been even threatening to beat up my boyfriend if he sees him around. So yeah, ughh… pointless drama (OVER PUPPIES!!)  neither my boyfriend and I are interested in.

So yeah. Now the last puppy for sale, the price has decreased because we just want to get rid of it, and we will probably not ever do this breeding, and selling puppy shit ever again. Fuck that! Ya know? Never realized how psycho people get over puppies. But apparently they do.

Anyways, my man is so sick of the bullshit that he gave his 2 month notice to his landlord and will be moving in with me within the next 2 weeks. So yay! My street is a quiet side street. And yeah, we can start building our family home. Hopefully having to deal with less stress.

Unlike this chubby fellow who is also expecting a child, my partner and I would rather focus on more important matters, such as preparing for our baby, rather than picking immature “highschool” fights. So yeah, so not interested. – Pooks

 

“The battle you are going through is not fueled by the words or actions of others; it is fueled by the mind that gives it importance.”
– Shannon L. Alder