"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely fool proof is to underestimate the ingenuinty of complete fools."

 

*aggressively ignores people having fits upstairs*  

I’ve got my iPod playing the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack and I’ve retreated to the safety of the basement.  My mom can have her pre-travel freak out all by herself.  I can’t afford to have any stress before this trip, no matter if it’s my cracked out Aunt getting out of rehab early and doing her best to ruin our lives.  I don’t care.  My brother is getting married, my birthday is this weekend and I can start to save to move out, so this nonsense is just not worth my time.  

*dances around to Jackson 5*  

For all of my childhood, my parent’s inability to travel without acting like massive ASSHATS caused me such anxiety I would be sick the entire trip. It took a three week trip around Ireland without them at the age of 26 to break me of that.  I can now go on car trips and such without any ill side effects.  Except planes.  I don’t like planes.  

My brother is getting married this weekend.  (yes, the day before my birthday…thanks little bro.)  Because I love him, and wouldn’t miss it for the world, I’m putting my butt on a plane and going out for the wedding.  :)  Downside: I’m doing this with my parents of course.  So I”m dealing with my mother being a raving lunatic.  She even yelled at my boyfriend when he came to get my keys.   He ran away as fast as he could, and I don’t blame him.  

It’s actually kind of amusing when I really don’t care.  She obsessed over lightbulbs for a while today.  I guess all the lamps REALLY needed new ones. She thought the car we’re driving up wouldn’t work if she didn’t wash it, or something, because she made a huge fuss out of getting it washed.  We are just going to drive it up and park it in long term parking.  She really knows how to stress herself out for no reason.  Then when we get a call about needing to get the cracked out Aunt’s tv out for her…Mom lost it.  I left.  Music.  Basement.  Cat.  Happiness.  

Now I just need some good luck dealing with her in an airport and on a plane tomorrow.  After that, we’ll be around company so she’ll behave.  Wish me luck.  Now to try and sleep.  

rosslynpaladin:

ladyaranel:

rosslynpaladin:

al-grave:

Just a baby hawk

Tiny ball of ANGREE! This is not dignified! I yam a terribul falcom! I are FEERCE!

That’s a kestrel actually. A very angry, tiny falcon. :D

Could be a juvenile kestrel but hard to say- I’m no falconer. Mostly it is GRUMPEE.

I did a bit (nothing formal mind you) of studying of some birds of prey this spring.  It could very well be a juvenile because of the fluff on its head, but those tail feathers are looking rough.  However, I agree the best assessment is that it’s very unhappy.  :D  This would be an awesome moment for Science Tumblr to voice itself. Hehe

rosslynpaladin:

ladyaranel:

rosslynpaladin:

al-grave:

Just a baby hawk

Tiny ball of ANGREE! This is not dignified! I yam a terribul falcom! I are FEERCE!

That’s a kestrel actually. A very angry, tiny falcon. :D

Could be a juvenile kestrel but hard to say- I’m no falconer. Mostly it is GRUMPEE.

I did a bit (nothing formal mind you) of studying of some birds of prey this spring. It could very well be a juvenile because of the fluff on its head, but those tail feathers are looking rough. However, I agree the best assessment is that it’s very unhappy. :D

This would be an awesome moment for Science Tumblr to voice itself. Hehe

rosslynpaladin:

al-grave:

Just a baby hawk

Tiny ball of ANGREE! This is not dignified! I yam a terribul falcom! I are FEERCE!

That’s a kestrel actually.  A very angry, tiny falcon.  :D

rosslynpaladin:

al-grave:

Just a baby hawk

Tiny ball of ANGREE! This is not dignified! I yam a terribul falcom! I are FEERCE!

That’s a kestrel actually. A very angry, tiny falcon. :D

adarhysenthe:

kissesheartsandpoptarts:

I feel like I have the hardest time committing to things, read this, and remembered how my dad always told me and our family I was a quitter and always would be…..maybe that’s why I always drop back whenever things don’t work….dunno…

Words have power. It was completely wrong of him to ever say that. You were never a quitter because he would refuse to let you do things you wanted to do and tear you down for not wanting to do the things you didn’t want to do. Change the status quo. You can move forward. You don’t have to live his lies. I’ll be here the whole way. Moving forward is a risk, but the rewards are worth it. Three years ago I packed up everything into my little car and moved three states away with nothing: no job, no home, and no family to catch me. And you know what? It worked out. Take the risks.

Yes. The risks are worth it. I quit my awful retail job without knowing what I would do, and it ended up the best decision I ever made was to walk out. A year and a half later I lost my new job, my roommate and my apartment all in the span of a month or so. I had my cat and my car filled with things. It hasn’t been fun, but I’m in a better place emotionally. Soon I’m going to be back on my own again and I’m proud of it. You have to trust yourself and know that you’ll be okay. Something good always comes from a new door opening.

I don’t know you, but I do know that what our family members tell us is not the truth about who we are. If that were the case I would be a lazy, good for nothing girl that never does anything for he family. I’m the hardest working person you’ll meet and I am good for many things. (Most of them yarn centered, but that’s beside the point. ;) ) Just know that you are wonderful and they can shove it if they think differently.

*the random girl dismounts he soap box, and carries it away humming that darn new Taylor Swift song*

(Source: yeezusquote)