Tom Welling and Mischa Barton

This week we have been tapping into our inner past selves and thinking about the days of the past. For me, my early 20’s would not have been the same without the good ole CW and it’s fantastically awful, yet awesome shows. So keeping that train of thought, I figured well, who were the hottest blast from the semi past ever…..Tom Welling and Mischa Barton! Welcome to Masturbation Monday, CW style.

Who didn’t love Mischa Barton when the O.C. came on?? She was beautiful and bitchy and nailed the whole Orange County teen thing perfectly. All girls wanted to be her and all boys wanted to bone her. And I probably wanted to do both! She always had the perfect clothes, perfect hair and perfect sun kissed tan while she was doing her high school thing. Although she had a crazy, weird death scene quick into the show, it was still great and she was still smoking!

Smallville. Superman. Teenage Clark Kent. TOM WELLING. Can you say lady boner even as I type this years after the show ended. WHAT A DREAMBOAT!!! In fact, Tom was on my Top 5 for many, many years. He is fucking beautiful and that body…..girl stop. I love the whole Superman thing and have watched almost every movie ever made about him. But this show was my obsession. Not only was it based around an awesome character, but Tom was SO good as a young version and even better to look at. The only probelm was there was never a hot sex scene…….Recently, I realized you can Netflix and run around screaming at your children while watching Smallville. And one weekend, when my husband is away, I plan to do so….with my vibrator.

So enjoy your Monday and take some time to reminisce about the CW and all its glory. Remember their teen angst and turn in into your Monday yanking the crank. (I am for real, that is a thing. I just looked up slang terms for masturbating…….)

xoxo

The Shitty Housewife

 

Shittiest Move of the Week

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Wow, I haven’t done this in a hot minute. I thought it was about time I brought back this segment. I think calling ourselves out on the shit we do is important. It helps us grow, makes us think and allows us to get a bit less shitty!

So this week I told myself to back off social media and political discussions. We all know they are all over the place. Everyone is sharing, posting, tagging and I get it. We all have so much we want to say and what better soundboard than Facebook. But it was beginning to ruin my day. I am very passionate about things and when I see a post, especially by someone I consider a friend, and we do not agree…..well, I can not control myself. I fucking can’t. I defend myself and my views and my values OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. But why??!! My post is never, ever ,ever going to change someone’s mind. And I know this, but I can’t stop.

This week, after the Womens March, I got a little out of control. I could not stop. Posting. Arguing. Defending. It has become a problem. And you know what, I don’t think defending my views is shitty. But it is fucking pointless. Maybe the higher ups want this. All this arguing amongst each other, so we can let that get in the way of the actual facts (not the alternative facts….actual facts….sorry, I can’t help it!)

But fighting and disagreeing is so not my style. So I am commiting to taking sometime off. Sadly, the only way for me to do that is to stay off of Facebook. No more scrolling for me for a minute. A LONG MINUTE. Maybe even a 4 year minute. My shitty move of trying time and time to make someone understand that they are a douche is just not worth ruining my day! So peace out Facebook arguements. You were real, you were shitty….you were realy shitty.

xoxo

The Shitty Housewife

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Carla Anderson, BullsEye Rescue

So, I have decided to begin a new monthly feature about people who are NOT as shitty as you know who (me people…I am talking about me, The Shitty Housewife!) People who are super cool, doing super cool shit and making super needed differences in this insane world we live in. Whether they have started their own business, survived some crazy crap life has handed them, or are living their life by giving back. These people are making strides to better their world and ours and I want to celebrate them. Welcome to NOT SO SHITTY THURSDAY!

My first feature is a beautiful woman who I am lucky enough to call a friend. She spends her days and nights being an awesome mom, grandmother and wife. She spoils her friends with her unconditional love and welcoming arms. And she busts her ass saving animals here in Atlanta with her very own organization, BullsEye Rescue.

Their mission: “BullsEye Rescue, Inc. is a non-profit, licensed Georgia rescue committed to improving the lives and reputations of breeds typically classified as “Bullies” (Pit Bull Terriers, Staffordshire Bull Terriers, American Bulldogs, Bull Mastiffs, Rottweilers and mixed varieties of these breeds and others).” So basically, they get to the nitty, gritty with these angel pups that can have a bad reputation (not in my house…I have 2 pits!) and make sure they are fostered, cared for and ultimately into a forever home. 

I will say these, I have been in the animal industry for years now. IT IS NO JOKE! The emotional strain can be so hard and draining. It can be heart breaking and heart warming day in and day out. What Carla and her team are doing is incredible and we are lucky to have her on our planet. I adore her, and so should you.

Here she is folks…meet Carla Anderson

So, tell me a little about yourself?

I’m a wife, a mom, a CiCi (don’t call me a grandma!) and a friend. And a misfit.

How did Bullseye Rescue come about?

BullsEye Rescue was born of my love of dogs and our own Foo. I was involved in animal rescue for awhile and saw lots of rescues, working as emotional wrecking balls, but not as companies. To be successful, I felt we needed to behave as a responsible company. Being a rescue doesn’t exclude you from operating responsibly.

I went to adopt Foo and they told me I couldn’t have him because he was a “pit bull” and I told them to get that dog and bring him to me or there would be hell to pay. I had no idea about Breed Specific Legislation in Clayton County at that time. They changed his breed to American Bulldog and I left with him while the vet was driving in to euthanize dogs that day.

Have you always been a dog lover?

I’ve always loved animals—dogs, cats, lizards (I’m from Miami!)

Tell me about your first rescue?

What would be considered our first rescue? Our first rescue as a family was when I was a teeny one in Miami. My parents weren’t the hippie-rescue people in the 70s. A kitten showed up, we took him in.

As an adult, our apartment in Buckhead was broken into while our 2 year old slept in her bed. We went the next day and adopted the biggest dog at the shelter. He was 80 pounds and peed himself if you looked at him.

If you could be any animal BESIDES a dog, what would it be?

I would be a dolphin! I would love to ride the waves and make the boaters smile! And beat sharks’ asses!

What inspires you to continue what you are doing, especially since animal rescue can be so emotionally trying?

Animal rescue is especially trying. Our friends, fosters, volunteers and donors keep me going. They are all so incredibly committed that I couldn’t imagine bailing on them! Moreover, my kid and my husband. My kid has grown to be a rescuer and my husband supports me to the ends of the earth. He understands my every evening on my phone working on dogs in need and tells me he couldn’t be more proud of what I do. My support team is incredible.

What hobbies, besides saving puppy lives, do you enjoy?

MUSIC AND FRIENDS! My entire “other” life is music! There is nothing in this world that is better than a bunch of friends singing and playing music! My husband is an amazing musician and our kid is the BEST singer I’ve ever heard! Give me a glass of wine, my family, and my friends and I couldn’t be happier.

What is your favorite and least favorite dog related movie?

Best: Balto and The Drop

Worst: I don’t know. Either I’ve missed it or I’ve blocked it.

I know you love music, if you could sit in a crowd full of Pit Bulls and serenade them, what song would you sing?

Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds

I ask all of my guests this….what is the shittiest move you have ever made?

There are so many…

Shameless plug…. How can my readers find you and reach out to you via social media info/website/etc.

www.bullseyerescue.com

www.facebook.com/BullsEyeRescue/

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Boys will be Boys????? By Ashley Marsh

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How many times have we heard this term? Growing up I didn’t give it much thought; even as a young adult I didn’t give it much thought. It wasn’t until I had children of my own did I actually think about this saying and the effects it has on our culture.

Boys will be boys.

What does that really mean?

Does it mean boys/men are expected to be irresponsible, noisy, rude, unpleasant, cruel, or boisterous? Does it mean boys/men will behave badly and it is okay? Does it mean certain things boys/men do is not surprising? Is it an excuse for boys/men to act however they please and get away with it? Yes, yes, yes, and yes.

I now have two children of my own; two boys ages 3 ½ and 1 and I refuse to say this to them or about them. Let’s be honest, kids are fucking hard. Not just boys; not just girls. All kids! When people ask me if I want to try for a girl I will openly admit that I did not want girls, but not for the reason you may think. I don’t feel one gender is easier than the other. My reasoning for not wanting girls is because I can’t do my own hair and makeup so how am I supposed to teach a little girl how to do it! Another reason I never wanted girls was because I always looked up to my Aunt Karen. She has two boys roughly the same age apart as my two boys (2 ½ years between my two) and I have always admired the relationship she built with both her very different boys. Now I know you can do that with any gender, but I look up to her for so many different reasons and always wanted to grow up and be just like her; somethings don’t change no matter how old I get. (Love you Auntie <3)

Anyway, back to raising assholes; boys are not predestined to be assholes. They aren’t predestined to be mean or cruel. We tell them it’s okay to act that way with these types of sayings. I don’t want to raise assholes. I want to raise my children to be respectful, intelligent, kind, and generous adults. The saying ‘boys will be boys’ is simply telling them they don’t have to be any of those things. They don’t have to respect me because ‘boys will be boys.’ They can door poorly in school because ‘boys will be boys.’ They can be rude to other people because ‘boys will be boys.’ They don’t have to respect the word ‘No’ or consent because ‘boys will be boys.’ They do not need to be held accountable for their actions (or sometimes lack there of) because ‘boys will be boys.’

I think you get the point.

Another reason I will not say this to my children is because I do not want to give my children a preconceived view on male and female roles. In my home, I expect my husband to help me with the cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. When my kids get a bit older I will expect them to contribute to the cooking, cleaning, and household chores (I can trust them with) as well. My husband helps with the night time feedings, early morning wake up calls, diaper changes, discipline, and all things ‘kid.’ I expect my boys to contribute as much to their future children as their partner does. I want my children to know they can be sensitive, they can cry if something hurts, but they can also be masculine and strong when they need to be.

If you didn’t catch on by now, you should know I am a feminist. However, that doesn’t make me hate this phrase any more. I would hate it if I was a feminist or not. It definitely doesn’t make me hate men, I love them! Shit, I better; I’m surrounded by them. 🙂

My ultimate goal is to raise my children into two competent adults who respect all genders, races, religions, and people. By letting them off the hook for any wrong doing I am not helping them; I am hindering them. I am setting them up for failure. I am not holding them responsible for their actions. By telling them ‘boys will be boys’ I am telling them they don’t have to worry about their actions or words. They can say and do whatever the fuck they want. They can grow up to be like Brock Turner or Donald Trump because ‘boys will be boys.’ I absolutely refuse to let my children, boy or girl, act like those two imbeciles.

With our current political figures and news stories, we need to change the way we think. We need to stop saying things like ‘boys will be boys.’ We need to raise our children to be better. We need to be better. Our children need and deserve good role models. That is our responsibility as parents. And let’s face it, our kids deserve our best.

And in comes the shitty house wife, how am I supposed to do this? How do we raise our kids to be respectful, intelligent, kind, and generous? Honestly, I have no fucking clue. I’m winging it and secretly hoping my husband has an idea of what he is doing. Any and all tips are appreciated!

Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Mary Louis-Parker

Happy Monday. Now that you are all marched and footballed out, it is time to get to something of the utmost importance…….MASTURBATION MONDAY!!!! Today I didn’t have a direct theme, but I knew of two people who I have been meaning to showcase for some time. And then it hit me…..3 NAMERS!!!!

Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the cutest man on the planet. For real, he is so damn adorable, sometimes it is hard to lok at him. He is so charming and politcal and sweet and a do gooder. He could have all the names in the world and it would still be totally cool and not annoying because of how rad this man is. He could hyphenate me all day long!

I really do not have words for Mary Louise-Parker. There are few that I consider queen status when it comes to housewives…..but she definitely makes the list. She has been around the block a few times and knows how to handle herself in the most sexy, confident, inspiring way. I love you girl….and damn you are sexy!!

So there ya go! Happy Hyphenated Masturbation Monday!

xoxo

The Shitty Housewife

 

 

 

The Timing of a Girlfriend

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“I never wanted to be a wife. It wasn’t really a major goal of mine. I never had the wedding dreams or thought much about rings. I just didn’t get that girly gene…”

That’s just how Jan started her article, Timing of a Wife, today last year, and I would say I totally agree. Growing up I never understood the idea behind needing “just another piece of paper” to prove your commitment. And while I still find it very formal and silly, I find myself craving it.

Maybe blame the preggo hormones, but I have been feeling it for a while. To the point where I find myself dropping stupid, pressuring “hints” about as subtle as a potty training toddler peeing on your carpet yelling at you the whole time… I do it to the point that I annoy myself as I say it. Its like Mean Girls word vomit. I hear the words coming out of my mouth while my head is saying, “WTF are you doing?”

We have been together for over 6 years, have a 2 year old and a baby on the way. I always thought that if I were to get married, it would be before kids (even though I NEVER thought that would happen either. Joke is on me!) Then, I claimed it would be a deal breaker for us to have a second kid. No judge, no love. Here I am 7 months pregnant with no proposal in sight. And I know this for a fact, because of what he said at Christmas that really messed with me…

Now, hear me out because I know it sounds bad, but I know what he meant.

**Setting the scene, Christmas Eve, heading home from family’s house with our little girl sleeping in the back, high on hormones and butterflies, his hand resting on my thigh where it always is when I drive, just giddy** And then he says this:

You know, I am definitely not proposing or anything,right?

My heart sunk… like I had no inkling or reason to believe that he was going to but hearing that just hurt… I felt all of these weird, oddly unlike me feelings. I felt unworthy, like I hadn’t proven myself good enough, like he didn’t want me as his wife.

He noticed my heart drop through my butt and we had a talk… He explained how he didn’t mean it like that at all but that he would never propose at Christmas time, he was giving me jewelry and wanted to prepare me that it wasn’t a ring in the box, and that all of my feelings were wrong, because I am good enough. I understood where he was coming from and realized those beers from the party make his typically already bad choice of words worse than usual.

But it kind of triggered something inside me. I realized I need to chill. Getting married just wouldn’t make sense for us at the moment and I know this, so I don’t know why I am so worried about it. He loves me, he’s committed to me, and he treats me like I should be treated. We are a typical old married couple with kids but I don’t share his last name. Yet.

As of now, I am happy with our family, with our lives, and with my gorgeous, sweet, adoring BOYFRIEND. When the time comes, we will still pass out watching Netflix at 9pm, eat ice cream in bed, passive aggressively state who changed the baby’s diaper last, and avoid doing dishes together.

So Nicholas: husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, baby mama and baby daddy, no matter the stage I will always have a crush on you.

Barack and Michelle Obama

I can not believe it is time to say goodbye to these two. I know it isn’t goodbye forever, because I know how much they love our country and they will continue to work and fight for it, but it is goodbye for now. I also know some of my readers are not fans of the Obamas and that is okay, but I am. I am proud to have voted for him twice. I am also extremely honored and grateful to have lived, as an adult, during his presidency.

I have adored watching these two love each other. To see her love and support him and see him swoon and respect her has been beautiful. They see their role as major players (which they should, they are the first couple!) and they have excelled at showing their country the importance of love, the importance of family , and most of all the importance of respect for all.

Obama has accomplished goals that I will always appreciate as an American citizen. Fighting for climate change, fighting for gay rights, fighting for women, just fighting. He tried to pass a law against congress being involved in insider trading (which is WAY illegal for us regular folks) but it got denied (yes, those people in the higher seats can do it legally!) He humanized being a politican the best he could and I will always be grateful for all of those things.

This will be a sad week for many of us. But if I have learned anything from my president it is this… have hope. Believe in it. Believe in ourselves and our fellow Americans. Believe in kindness and love. Believe that we can. I have no idea what the future holds as far as politics are concerned. As a female, a member of the middle class, a mom to young children and a strong believer in so much our new president is against, I am scared. But as someone who has learned in 8 years that good things can happen, I am hopeful.

Thank you Barack and Michelle. For giving me 8 years of your life to fight for so many of ours. I can not wait to see what the future holds for you and your incredible family. Yes we can. Yes we did. Yes we can.

BIG THANKS. YEAR ONE.

Wow, what a week?! Can you believe we have been doing this for a year??? I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say thank you to a few people for this awesome one year journey.

OUR FANS!!! You guys are the best. You have embraced our shittiness so much and we can never say thank you enough. Seriously, you make me feel so good and besides that, you make me LAUGH!!! Your messages and post about your funny lives and experiences are the best. Thank you for sharing, reposting and supporting us so much!!!

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OUR FAMILIES!!! For real, these guys put up with so much. We like talk so much shit about them… it is pretty bad. But the truth is, we fucking love them more than words can say. They are disgusting and annoying but honestly…the best things that have ever happened to us.

OUR CONTRIBUTORS!!! You guys went above and beyond this year making our blog so much better. Seriously, thank you for opening up and being honest and being apart of this crazy journey. We would like to give a big special shout out to our Rye Guy for being such a big part of our launch. Miss ya buddy!!

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ALCOHOL!! For real, we could not be moms, partners, bloggers, funny, pretty much anything without you.

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MY PARTNER IN SHITTINESS!! You guys, this place would not be here with Nicole. I know I do a lot of writing and shit, but she is my backbone. She is this blogs backbone! She is so honest, real and listens to all of my crazy ideas. She reels me in and keeps me going. I would not have survived this year without her and all of her amazingness! Love you girl. Lets rock year 2!!

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Thank you all again for this year. It is the first time in a long time I have felt this good about something I was doing. I love you all and can not say enough thanks for welcoming me to this blogging world!!!

xoxo

The Shitty Housewife

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We have a one year old! I can’t believe it! Time has blown by us and we are blown away at how much you have grown. You have shown us a love we never knew existed and can’t wait for many more years with you.

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I am Grounded

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Lately, I feel like the where abouts of my life journey has so many unanswered questions. Like so many people, everyday is filled with “we will see” or “maybe next year” or the never ending saying of “who knows.” I have always lived a life where change should constantly happen. I wanted it to. I long for newness and surprise. I enjoy a great roadblocks that I normally always turns into an adventure. But as I creep into my 38th year around the sun (GROSS) I am ready for that shit to stop!

You know what I long for….consistency. Stability. Knowledge about the path I am on. Guidance about what I am suppose to do next. This long life of trying ew things and new paths has come to a point for me where I am ready, finally, to ground my roots.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to move. I wanted to be the new kid. And I did move, many times. Back and forth between the south and the west coast…..several times. As I got older, moving with a steady career became tough. So I began changing hobbies, changing surroundings, changing jobs. I stuck out a hair styling career for 10 years, and because of medical reasons left. But I did enjoy the major change of leaving. The question of what will I do next was scary, but to me exciting as shit.

My head is filled with so many ideas and so many goals, that sometimes I make myself exhausted just trying to get them all down on paper to pan something out. Then when I do get around to said idea, I have moved onto something else. Or (lets be honest) I am so exhausted, I never actualy get around to doing it. Maybe 37.7 years of being a go getter has put me in this place I find myself now. Ready to figure out my FINAL career path. Ready to remodel our cute little house and never leave it. Ready to be grounded.

I feel like my time as a free spirit is up. I knew this day would come. I actually used to be frightened of this day arriving, but I am actually welcoming it. I have done so much with this life of mine. I live each day like is has 64 hours in it and I am always seeking out ways to extend that. Blame it on my age, my lower energy, my sense of “you have done so much, but what the fuck have you actually DONE” attitude, but I am ready for a break.

It is time for me to be normal…..well as normal as someone with my brain can me. It is time for me to focus and make a few certain desicions and stick with them. I am ready to take my free spirit and contain her a little bit. Let her rest. She has worked overtime. She is the shit and has done her job well, but she needs a long break. And maybe when my 60th turn around the sun arrives, I will release her again and she will be filled with so much excitement, I will be the most outrageous older women alive.

My life is incredible. I have taken zero for granted. But I need to regroup and remember I am no longer on this journey alone. I know grounding myself will be hard for me, but I also know I can look back and think, damn, I have experienced more shit in this short span of time that most people ever will and appreciate that. And the only person I have to thank for that is me….my weird, crazy, free spritied, shitty ass self.

xoxo

The Shitty Housewife