{"id":779,"date":"2005-11-09T13:14:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-09T20:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=779"},"modified":"2006-04-05T12:25:24","modified_gmt":"2006-04-05T19:25:24","slug":"further-proof","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=779","title":{"rendered":"Further Proof&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Photo Sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/60678862\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" alt=\"...and then they tangoed\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/26\/60678862_8f9dd87147.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I updated the SPF list.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s something sort of simple I think.<\/p>\n<div>Nov. 11th &#8211; show me the money<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>The last thing you bought for yourself<\/li>\n<li>The last thing someone bought for you<\/li>\n<li>Your wallet<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<p>Next week is going to be WAY harder and you&#8217;re going to hate me because I am going to make you think out of the box.<\/p>\n<p>I need to climb inside myself and find some outlet and I think taking pictures and writing is going to help me out. I have been holding back. I always say, &#8220;My words are my own and I won&#8217;t stop writing because someone didn&#8217;t like what I had to say.&#8221;<br \/>\nThe truth is, I have stopped writing what I would want to write about if I had the freedom to write about what I want to write about.<\/p>\n<p>WHOA. run on sentence. Did ANYONE understand what I just wrote?<\/p>\n<p>At night when I can&#8217;t sleep I write posts in my head. I&#8217;m totally honest and I say what I really want to write about. I think about the way I would phrase my feelings. Then I remember that I no longer have that option because if I open my mouth and write about what I think about&#8230;I would get yelled at. I would be taken the wrong way. I would be told that I am disrespectful. I would be the bad guy.<\/p>\n<p>I do write down these feelings and a handful of people know where I stash them. I haven&#8217;t written about how I really feel in a long time because I feel like I am &#8216;bitching&#8217; or &#8216;venting&#8217;.<br \/>\nLast night I almost crawled out of my bed and wrote the thoughts I had my head, but I opted to just get some Sierra Mist and watch Headline News.<\/p>\n<p>In order to get back to me, I am going to start writing more personal things. So, please&#8230;if you&#8217;re my step son, my exhusband, Shaun&#8217;s ex, Dan&#8217;s ex, my kids, their friends&#8230;or anyone that really doesn&#8217;t want to know me and hear about the shit that is eating me up inside&#8230;you&#8217;re going to have to stop reading my blog.<\/p>\n<p>Starting today, I&#8217;m not censoring myself anymore and I&#8217;m sorry Shaun&#8230;but you&#8217;re probably going to break off the engagement and put me in a looney bin.<br \/>\nMom, I swear, no matter how honest I get&#8230;I will not post the picture of you getting off the toilet I got this weekend, even though it&#8217;s a super artistic picture and you have the most adorable look on your face&#8230;I will not post the picture of my mother on the toilet. or the one of Shaun in the shower.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ve been warned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I updated the SPF list. It&#8217;s something sort of simple I think. Nov. 11th &#8211; show me the money The last thing you bought for yourself The last thing someone bought for you Your wallet Next week is going to be WAY harder and you&#8217;re going to hate me because I am going to make you think out of the box. I need to climb inside myself and find some outlet and I think taking pictures and writing is going to help me out. I have been holding back. I always say, &#8220;My words are my own and I won&#8217;t stop writing because someone didn&#8217;t like what I had to say.&#8221; The truth is, I have stopped writing what I would want to write about if I had the freedom to write about what I want to write about. WHOA. run on sentence. Did ANYONE understand what I just wrote? At night when I can&#8217;t sleep I write posts in my head. I&#8217;m totally honest and I say what I really want to write about. I think about the way I would phrase my feelings. Then I remember that I no longer have that option because if I open my mouth and write about what I think about&#8230;I would get yelled at. I would be taken the wrong way. I would be told that I am disrespectful. I would be the bad guy. I do write down these feelings and a handful of people know where I stash them. I haven&#8217;t written about how I really feel in a long time because I feel like I am &#8216;bitching&#8217; or &#8216;venting&#8217;. Last night I almost crawled out of my bed and wrote the thoughts I had my head, but I opted to just get some Sierra Mist and watch Headline News. In order to get back to me, I am going to start writing more personal things. So, please&#8230;if you&#8217;re my step son, my exhusband, Shaun&#8217;s ex, Dan&#8217;s ex, my kids, their friends&#8230;or anyone that really doesn&#8217;t want to know me and hear about the shit that is eating me up inside&#8230;you&#8217;re going to have to stop reading my blog. Starting today, I&#8217;m not censoring myself anymore and I&#8217;m sorry Shaun&#8230;but you&#8217;re probably going to break off the engagement and put me in a looney bin. Mom, I swear, no matter how honest I get&#8230;I will not post the picture of you getting off the toilet I got this weekend, even though it&#8217;s a super artistic picture and you have the most adorable look on your face&#8230;I will not post the picture of my mother on the toilet. or the one of Shaun in the shower. You&#8217;ve been warned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-779","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/779","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=779"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/779\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}