Zombie Jesus Day

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!!! Also, happy anniversary to me of the day John's cousins started their hate campaign against me. If anyone is curious as to why that is, it's because I decided to share Cyanide and Happiness' annual zombie jesus day comic on my OWN facebook wall. I know people must be tired of hearing about my troubles with John's family, but it still bothers me to no end that they liked me well enough for the first 5 years of knowing me. With one silly picture, they decided that they hated me. It's ridiculous. I did not address it to them. I did not point at them by name and laugh. Hell, when I posted it, I was still religious! But they could not stand someone being able to laugh and appreciate a silly view of the Easter story. They cannot laugh at themselves. Lest you think they're a completely humorless lot, the last time I sat and talked to them, they spent the whole time making fun of dwarves (Little People, Big World started that one). They have no problem being bigoted towards anyone not like them.


As for their religious views, what happened to hate the sin and not the sinner? No, let's not try to just get along. Instead, we're going to make you feel completely isolated, alone, and unloved whenever you come near. Yes, it hurts me. I will say all day long that it doesn't bother me, but it does. It hurts so much that my husband's family will never accept me back into their lives. It hurts me that I feel like I'm forcing John into choosing between me and his family. It hurts me that I am perfectly willing to look past different views and attempt civility for them to just throw it back in my face and act petty and arrogant. It's gotten to the point that I feel physically ill when we are going to any family function. What are they going to say to me when John's not around? How are they going to act towards me just to show how much they hate me? I do everything I can to convince John not to go, or to leave me at home. I cry, I get angry, occasionally I throw up. I do NOT want to see these people. I may be a masochist, but seeing these people is a pain I can't handle. But in the end I do go because John appreciates me going. Believe it or not, he actually likes my company. He also likes to know that I have his back if anyone starts asking uncomfortable questions. I cheerily steer the questions away to more trivial topics. I also go because I admit to having a slight feeling of satisfaction knowing that the family members I have the problems with are angry that I don't just stay home in shame. It's about the only satisfaction I get out of going. Oh, and by the way, they only have a huge problem with MY atheism, not John's. They're willing to talk to John. Me, they completely ignore. And I have NEVER in person spoken about my religious views to them. I only ever post about it on facebook, and even then not as often as John.

By now, some of you are asking what the point of this post is? Why continue to complain about them? Why talk about family problems in a semi-public way? Because I need to. I need to express my thoughts and feelings about this. I need outside perspective about the situation. I need to rant and rave and shake my head in disbelief at stupid situations. And I know at the end of the day, posting about it isn't going to magically solve the situation, but it makes me feel a bit better.

Hope you all enjoy your Zombie Jesus Day today. Remember to laugh, love, and enjoy spending time with your loved ones.

Credit to Cyanide and Happiness

A Change in Attitude

This blog will now be a sort of personal diary for me. A place to post whatever happens to cross my mind, or where I can just bitch it out. Today is one of the days that I need to just yell.

This has been bugging me for a while and I just need to get my thoughts out. And, yes, I do have John's permission to talk about it.

My father-in-law was talking to John recently and told him that he was surprised that we were actually on track for getting the house. He said he never thought we would because we "aren't getting any help from upstairs." He is convinced that we will never have anything go right in our lives until we "came back to Jesus." What the fuck? That actually physically hurt me when he said that. It hurts that he can't open his damn eyes and see that his son is happy with what he has in life. I know that John would do anything for his parents. He is a wonderful, caring, and compassionate person. He just so happens to not follow any religion. Because of that ONE thing, his father does not think of him as a good person, but rather a fool. If he keeps it up, he is going to ruin the relationship he has with his ONLY child.

As for the praying aspect, answer me this. Are there still starving children in this world? Are there still people who don't have a roof over their heads at night? How about the poor man in New Philly who sleeps in a make-shift tent that he built out of garbage bags, who has to beg and scavenge for food? What is going to help him more, me buying him a warm meal and a few extra blankets, or wasting my breath on meaningless phrases and hoping he gets by? Isn't it outright SELFISH to pray for one's own happiness before the needs of the rest of the world?

As for praying itself, people have been praying for CENTURIES to end world hunger and the like and it hasn't exactly worked, now has it? Thanks, but I won’t waste my breath and instead actually try to help out. John and I don’t have a lot, but you better be sure as hell that we donate to organizations who do actually help. Doctors Without Borders is our favorite. And what does my father-in-law send his money to? Already rich preachers who have their own mega churches and who claim that they can solve all the worlds problems. When we went over recently, his dad had a program running about how if you sent in $7, $77, or $777 to this guy you could help convert 7 Jewish families to Christianity! I am willing to live and let live, but when religion starts interfering with people’s personal choices, IT HAS TO STOP!

This makes me sound like I hate my father-in-law. I don't. Indeed, I am very grateful to him for being willing to help with John's loans. But he's getting to the point of being so out of touch with his son and his feelings that I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just keep trying to keep the conversation nuetral between them and steer it away from politics and religion as much as I can. Maybe one day, he can just agree to disagree and just enjoy his son for who he is.

Ticked Off Tuesday

Time for the bitchiest day of the week! The best time to just bitch about something that just ticks you off!

My target this week: my effed up motivational habits.

I have a giant pile of wonderful fabric ready to be made into purses. I have ideas for a new bag that will be great for the crocheting types in my life. I have a kickass costume to work on for a little monkey. And I have absolutely no motivation to do it.

This. Fucking. SUCKS!

I want the will to work on stuff. Heaven knows that I need to get more stuff up in the shop! Having only three things is not helping the business any. I think my problem is that I have so many different things that I want to work on that I can't decide on one and just spend the day browsing the internet instead. I get on pinterest and stumble upon and look at all the crafty cool stuff that I can't make myself. Then I get depressed about not making something awesome, decide to do something, can't make up my mind, and the whole damn process starts again.

So, FUCK YOU, EFFED UP MOTIVATIONAL HABITS!

How about you?

Tell me what pisses you off in the comments below!

The Evil Twin

Hello and welcome to the bitchier and nerdier sister to Ribbon Whimsy. I'm a person of many interests and tempers, so this blog will be used as an outlet for such things. Think of Ribbon Whimsy as the wonderful ivory lace, cream colored roses, and wholesome goodness. Rogue Ribbon is the complete opposite. :)