Parenting – Page 3 – Pamela Klier-Weidner (PKW)

The Har-moan-ious Melodies Created from Dissonance

DISCLAIMER: If you are my Dad, or maybe even my Mom, or someone who doesn’t want to read something you will likely consider risqué, STOP READING! It is not my intention to shock, alienate or embarrass anyone. My intention is to put it out there to all readers or anyone who will listen, that being a woman with an intense and thriving sex drive and especially post-trauma, is not only extremely healthy, but is to be embraced and celebrated. For some of us, we go through incomprehensible shit storms that we may believe cause damage (NOT PERMANENT) and battle scars. (BATTLE SCARS ARE PRETTY HOT.) For someone who finds inner peace and especially inner and outer sexual peace, well… who needs to be quiet about that? Not me.

Please… let’s stop feeling victimized and ashamed, period.

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The Last Leak that Caused the Flood and Muddied but Never Cracked the Foundation

***WARNING: This blog post includes potentially unpleasant graphic images which will only take place in one’s mind, and that may be upsetting to anyone with an imagination or cognitive thought process. This post also includes expletives, but not ass-hat, shit-breath or bastard-beefcake.

Reader discretion is advised.

A few hours ago, my daughters heard me scream, “FUCK!” I think that’s maybe the fifth or sixth time in their lives they’ve heard me say that word. (Okay, maybe the seventh.) After a few deep breaths, I apologized to them in a swift and sincere manner. It was clear that they understood why I passionately stated that particular expletive, and accepted my apology with deep love and empathy. Then, they asked for m&m’s which was easier for me to provide for them than the two ponies I was considering. Continue reading “The Last Leak that Caused the Flood and Muddied but Never Cracked the Foundation”

My Phenomenal Horrible Decision, #287

“Every little thing gonna be alright”

A few weeks ago, I knew I was going to catch ~~some~~ a lot of flack for my impulsive decision to leave the animal shelter with Erin Greggie, our brand new, genius of a dog. I expected flack from others, accepted flack from others, and many times, agreed with just about every point/argument presented, about why getting a dog on July 28th was a terrible idea. Here are several key examples on why getting a dog that day was nutballs: Continue reading “My Phenomenal Horrible Decision, #287”