Wordless Wednesday: Where I’m meant to be

by roxannima Posted on February 1, 2012

(Yes, this is kind of cheating, because it’s a photo of a bunch of words, so it shouldn’t necessarily count as wordless, but I don’t care because it’s what I need to hear – no, memorize – today and this week and this month and this year. And this sort of thing needs to spread to all my loved ones, because they need to hear it too. And crap. Now I’ve gone and made this even less of a Wordless Wednesday. Now it’s more like a Word-vomit-because-you’re-in-a-run-on-sentence-phase Wednesday, which I’m certain is perfectly acceptable every once in a while, and even if it isn’t, I don’t care because I just did it, so there.)

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Anti-abortion ads won’t change my mind

by roxannima Posted on January 31, 2012

You get to make a decision about abortion when you grow a vagina.

If you have junk hanging between your stumps, your role in deciding what I do with my body is to just sit there and look stupid, as per usual.

Graphic anti-abortion images aren’t going to change my mind about this. Randall Terry – who is campaigning to run against Obama – seems to think that showing photos of dead fetuses laying on coins and calling me a murderer will convince me to ignore his penis-wielding threats and drop all of my pro-choice beliefs.

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Music Monday: Why Kelly Clarkson ain’t so bad

by roxannima Posted on January 30, 2012

I think it’s pretty safe to assume that most people really want to hate – or at least make fun of – Kelly Clarkson. She was the first American Idol winner, after all, and we all know that reality TV a star does not make.

Except it did. And she is.

Mostly because the girl can fucking wail. I mean wail.

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Divorce: It’s about communication

by roxannima Posted on January 27, 2012

“Stop having conversations through text.”

We hung our heads in shame, knowing full well what sort of texts we’d been sending each other the past few months. Caps were used. Exclamation points and expletives sent through unsuspecting airwaves, as if reading them on a tiny screen made them any less powerful.

Our counselor – a small, sweet thing with sincere eyes who seemed slightly unnerved by my incessant tears and gritted teeth – had quite quickly figured out what we needed.

We didn’t need a band-aid for our broken hearts; certainly we were well beyond that, considering we were already living under separate roofs. We also didn’t need some cliche, love-will-prevail song and dance about finding our way back to each other.

Even though I wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, we were there to end our marriage.

Our first step on that path was to actually talk to each other.

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What’s a mommy blogger?

by roxannima Posted on January 20, 2012

At the risk of sounding insensitive – or too sensitive, as the case may be – my knee-jerk reaction is to be slightly offended when I’m called a mommy blogger. I’ve never considered myself a mommy blogger, and I don’t even like being called “mommy.”

Like most girls, I kept a personal diary/journal when I was a preteen/teen. But after high school, it felt silly. Suddenly though, there emerged an online version, on which you could write out your secrets and then receive comments from friends (or strangers, depending on your privacy settings).

Thus, in 2003, I began writing on livejournal as frankenrox. This was my first blog. I could be witty and cryptic. I could spill my guts and leave them out on the table to fester, or I could write euphemisms for what was really on my mind.

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What is customer service worth to you?

by roxannima Posted on January 17, 2012

Customer service is important to me. Good food at a restaurant means absolutely nothing to me if it’s served with a scowl.

I know others – like my dad – disagree; he doesn’t care if someone smiles or greets him warmly, just that he gets what he’s there for and can leave as fast as possible. Chris even prefers it if cashiers/waiters don’t say anything to him at all.

But I’m all about the interaction. I’m a sucker for a smile and if someone goes out of their way to satisfy a need of mine, it means a lot to me. I tip generously, and have countless times thanked managers and companies publicly. I try my very best at smiling first and acknowledging servers as people, not servants. Even in the drive-thru, if the person at the speaker asks how I am, I respond and ask back (which almost always seems to surprise them, by the way).

Which is why I’m so affected by bad customer service.

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