Archive for September 4, 2012

He had it Comin’!

You know, ever since I became a mommy, I’ve said that inside each and every mother is a warrior.

An assassin.

But I think Girlfriend took it to a whole new level.

Now, please don’t mistake me. This is a bit… extreme.

However, I don’t know the cultural customs of Turkey. So, it’s very possible she could have ended up being under attack by the public as well as by her assailant upon the birth of her child.

She wanted to not have the child at all, but since that’s illegal in Turkey, it wasn’t likely to happen.

And she was still facing abuse from her rapist in both physical and psychological form.

She definitely seemed to be in a “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situation.

So, like any mother wanting to protect herself and her child, she took extreme action. Really extreme.

She shot him 10 times, stabbed him repeatedly and then decapitated dude! She went O-ren Ishii on his ass!

I don’t want to condone violence, but for her rapist to continue torturing her, threatening her, knowing he would never face punishment… He rapes the woman, impregnantes her and threatens to destroy her honor and reputation by telling her family, showing them photos of her.

Not to sound callous, but he kind of asked for that.

And I don’t agree with her reasoning for it, but she really earned the title of “Badass Mother” today!

Sunny Side Up

Reason #1,002 why I love my husband:
A breakfast disaster turned into a fabulous family moment.
I was making blueberry cornmeal pancakes this morning, when the bowl with ALL of the batter, suddenly flipped off the counter and landed on the floor. Batter. Side. Down.
It takes at least 15 minutes just to make another batch.
And my nice floor was just RUINED!
I was LIVID!!
I spent two solid minutes, yelling at a bowl.
A bowl, people.

My Husband walks in, assesses the situation and says the most fantastic thing he could say at this point:

“Get dressed. We are going out to eat!!”

In an instant, I was reduced to laughter AND tears.
A disaster was put in perspective, and I was reminded once again how much I love this man.
Only my husband would use this moment to quote “A Christmas Story”.

He reminded me that we’re finally even from the Great Lasagna Debacle of 2000.¬†You get the idea.

So, we hit our neighborhood diner instead (after clean up, of course).
Breakfast was had with coffee refills, and all was right with the world. : )