So here I sit… procrastinating.

Yeah. So why not get something out of my procrastination, like... a blog post. This, too, shall serve as preparation for the tasks I do not wish to complete today...

Today is the day I must start my Integrated Literature Review paper. Oh yeah, a paper, not a biggie, but recall (if you will or can [busted?] my front page and how I say:

Woo-Hoo! It's my bloggie and I can blog how I want to! I feel FREE not having to abide by the rules of formal writing and APA.

So much work! And so many rules and criteria and formalities and commas and parenthesis and periods and semicolons and colons and capitalizations and dates and authors and citations. Oh sure, it's my literature review paper but I cannot write how I want to! 

So I should suck it up, of course, because let's be real; it's damn paper. It's not the removal of one of my limbs or revocation of my birthday or mother status. I've not been given terminal cancer and told to shut up and deal, it's nothing more than a stupid paper. And still, my butt hurts just thinking about all that damn sitting... (insert cry-baby emoji here, RIGHT THERE [that was from DB #3, for those who caught it]).

So let's do this. Let's go for a quick walk, get the tanning salon out of the way (yes, of course I know it's bad for me, just like smokers and crack-heads know smoking and crack is bad for them), shower, eat, and get that paper going. Just do it.

Finally, was there a point to this post? Absolutely not. I simply wanted to snuggle up in a space that makes me feel cozy and spend constructive time with my procrastination.

Please, let's spread the misery!

Comment and share with me your procrastination story... No judgments, really!

I had too… I just HAD TO DO IT…

I changed the slang of my duuuuumb “whatever it was” to duuuuumb bleep.

I have given in, once again, to the stuffy constraints of society. *sigh* In order to be “accepted,” I must watch my mouth. For crying out loud.

I love profanity. Not always, there’s a time and a place, of course, but profanity expresses verbally that of which should not be expressed physically.

Ugh. I wish the world were a better place.

‘Nuff said, I guess.

“Shut up. If I can deal, you can deal.” Why so hostile?!?

“Shut up. If I can deal, you can deal,” is the tagline I have chosen for Prozac & Coffee. Awwww… but WHY SO HOSTILE? Please! ?

Ok but why?

For a lot of reasons, number one being, I am worn out and cranky and I am tired of listening to myself (and others) whine about shit.

Number two, and this is really the motivation behind the tagline because seriously, I personally have overcome many obstacles, especially lately and because I know me best means that if I can accomplish, YOU can accomplish.

Naw, I don’t mean that as some cheesy, cliche, motivational blah-blah.

I mean it because lemme tell you a little bit more about myself:

  • I’m a quitter. Oh yes. Growing up especially, I would have these grand dreams of accomplishments, like… running a certain distance, swimming a certain distance, or completing a school project, or sticking to a new hygiene procedure, or not eating so much, not drinking so much pop (aka, soda, Coke… whatever regionally floats your boat), or not being such a snot to my little sister, etc., etc. Then, after I became a mother, at the young age of 19 (because, again, I was a quitter and I certainly wasn’t going to stick to abstinence or birth control!) I couldn’t stick to getting up early, couldn’t stick to keeping my home cleaner, couldn’t stick to standing up appropriately for myself… I could go on and on. But, really, all I am trying to say, is that I am a quitter and it eventually got to a point, especially as my kids grew, that I wouldn’t even hope for change or betterment for myself, because I knew that I would likely start, only to quit again.
  • I’m a pessimist. Oh, this one, big time. I went through a period in my life, connected to being a quitter, of course, where I would ONLY see the negative in any given situation. My cup was always half empty! A perfect example would be hubby telling me he was getting a bonus from work, and I would say, “Pffftt.. so what, it’s gonna go to bills anyway.” And though, I am still a pessimist, I like to claim that my pessimism has evolved into being realism. Meaning, by default, I jump to the pessimistic side of things in my head, but I only speak that which could benefit any given situation. For example, hubby tells me he’s getting a bonus from work, I would then reply, “Well, ok. We have to apply that toward bills.” See the difference there? ??
  • I’m hopeless. This is a big one. I have lived without hope most of my adult life. Hope is dangerous and there is a fine line between hope and insanity. I predict that I became so hopeless at a young age, likely because my hopes somewhere along the way, had been tragically dashed. Therefore, I likely developed the attitude of, “It is better to never hope and to never be disappointed.” (One such incident I’m pretty sure, involved trying to turn into Wonder Woman after three spins).

In any case, I could keep going on and on about why my tag line might seem so hostile, but I won’t. I’ve covered the main contributors well enough. SO. All that being said, up there ? leads me to this:

I have managed to over come my BS. Yeah. I did. I grew up failing miserably, hoping for nothing and planning for the worst. And then… for whatever reason, my forever BFF talked me into joining Weight Watchers and I lost 100 lbs of weight and bad attitude. After I surprised myself by doing that, my forever BFF talked me into going back to school… and guess what? I did THAT and am now, 5 years later, almost finished with nursing school. Not to mention, all three of my children graduated from high school and have moved on to be responsible, contributing adults to this stupid society. Those amazing off spring of mine… I thought for sure I’d fuck them up more than I did. Go me!

My point, for crying out loud, is that I am nobody special. I am not a prodigy, not exceptionally smart (insightful, yes), I am not blessed with killer looks or a killer body, in fact, typical to weight loss stories, I have gained half of my weight back. BUT. I did not re-gain my fat-Ass, woe-is-me attitude! Go me again!

I still default to being a quitter, pessimist, and a hopeless, but also, I am a doer and finisher, I am a realist, and I am reasonable hoper.

But I’m not special. So. If you’re not special either and you’re pissed about it…. Shut up. If I can deal, you can deal.

Just… own your shit.

Yeah. So, own it.

Own it if you’re a bitch. Don’t write it off as, “l’m sorry, my period’s coming.” No. Humans (unless they’re sociopathic and if that’s the case, we’ll need to cover those details in another post), CHOOSE THEIR BEHAVIOR. Don’t talk shit prematurely. If you do, and regret it, OWN IT. Please, bitches, don’t blame bad behavior on “periods” or “hormones” or, FOR GAWDS SAKE, “the baby kept me up all night and I am tired…”

There is never an excuse for bad behavior. And, though I would not consider myself a hardcore feminist, the above excuses simply hand MEN yet another reason to write off our needs as transient and less legitimate.

Ahh. So you find that you can not control your bitchiness (lol… join the club!)?? So then ACKNOWLEDGE it. Just like that. Own it. Your bitchiness is out of control. There is no shame in admitting to a self perceived weakness (thanks, Society), and accepting help. Whether it be therapy, yoga, healthy eating and exercise, structured play dates, better sex, or, FOR GAWDS SAKE, Prozac and coffee that boosts you towards a more powerful you, then… you do you! I mean, literally, Prozac and coffee, not just my .org.

Oh “blah, blah.” Maybe you’re offended by what I’ve stated here. Sorry, not sorry. Prozac & Coffee, that’s the name of the site. So. Luv it or leave it, but for GAWDS SAKE, give me credit for owning that I start everyday (legitimately) with Prozac and coffee. Black. It’s my life line. Admitting my “weakness” only helps me accomplish getting closer to the person I want to identify with.

I’m owning my shit.

SSL… and Prozac & Coffee

... to be successful (and by successful, I simply mean "having a legitimate online presence") I must study up on Secure Sockets Layer certificates (SSL).

I am not an expert, of course, at this point. However, I can assure my readers (if they ever come!) that their privacy matters and that information is SAFE while on my domain (prozacandcoffee.org).

SSL is complex; in layman's terms, what an SSL certificate basically does is encrypt data that is being transferred between Prozac & Coffee and the viewer/visitor. Encryption ensures that if there are any 3rd party Lurkers (information-stealers!) present while browsing is occurring, YOUR INFORMATION REMAINS SAFE. The Lurker cannot collect your personal data.

In a perfect world, SSL works the way it's meant to, every time, ALL THE TIME. However, any person that has existed beyond their teens knows that the world is not perfect and that hacks happen. That being said, the level of security I offer currently is appropriate for browsing and sharing. In the event I market to sell items, goods, or services, I will use a third-party payer (i.e. Apple PayGoogle Pay, or PayPal) and/or further increase the integrity of my SSL certificate (FYI and BTW, SSL certificates cost real $$. E-commerce security costs even more. So remember to send love to those who provide you with secure browsing and sharing!)

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