Living the dream yet?

Most of us bumble through life just trying to figure things out along the way. Maybe on the foodchain of life you are a winner or maybe the whole thing didn’t turn out as you had planned. Maybe your marriage is crap, or you are in a dead-end job, or whatever other mess you have gotten yourself into, you need a reality check. This blog is a place where you can read about things that happen to idiots and I try to give them a little bum steer in the right direction. Or you will see stuff that happens to perfectly nice people and they just need to laugh a little and move on. Life didn’t come with a manual baby. Got a problem? See your issue posted here? Need to know why you are stuck and can’t move forward? Go ahead, send in your dilemna, but hang on tight because this blog is rarely written sober. Magnolia magnoliaripkin@gmail.com   Other places to find me: Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/magnolia-ripkin/ Blunt...
Doormat Moms – we do not approve of you and mock you behind your back

Doormat Moms – we do not approve of you and mock you behind your back

You might be a doormat Mom if: You call your son “Buddy” in that whiny little voice hoping he might cooperate when you are imploring him to turn off his video game and come to dinner, he ignores you…. You have asked your daughter 4 times to come and help with dinner and she rolls her eyes and snaps her gum in response Your husband comes home from a boys weekend and while he and the kids play x-box, you are out in the driveway scrubbing deer guts or empty beer cans from the bed of his pickup truck. If this looks like your life, you need an intervention girlfriend. I mean how the hell did you get here? You used to be cool, guys liked you and you had plans. That cute little figure snagged you the captain of the rugby team and now you have the honour of scraping his crusty undergarments off the bathroom floor. You may even have given up your middling career aspirations for this gig, and now your children push you around and you let them. If you think your role as “human washcloth” is somehow setting your kids up to have great lives, think about it for a minute. You are you teaching your sons that women don’t need to be respected, and your daughters that they shouldn’t expect any personal authority in their own homes. Listen here sister, I am going to help you out… you are the Mom. You did hard labour or something like it to make that family, and you aren’t in this to be the tooth fairy baby. Your family needs a leader and chances are pretty good your husband is unqualified to run the show. Here are things doormat Moms say: Oh, I am really easy going, so things just don’t bother me Little Bertram just gets into a mood and there is nothing I can do with him I just can’t seem to get any time to myself the kids always need me Really? Maybe you just forgot your girl-balls somewhere. Think Mike Tyson not Glenda the good witch…. Here are a few ways to turn the wimpy truck around or at least shake it up a bit. Try randomly yelling once in while. Just go all postal on them when they are ignoring you they will remember, and think twice about it before they disrespect you again. Also, don’t clean your man’s truck… ever. In fact, when your car gets low on gas, take his and leave him yours. Teach your children to cook, and then let them do it once in a while, you aren’t the housemaid. And just for good measure, next Saturday do...