God Bless, and screw you
I like to discuss light topics. Encourage a female audience and enjoy our happy San Diego life. But, a sprinkling of angry momma posts (probably more than a sprinkling ) will appear from time to time (often). Today is one of those days.
There is nothing that annoys me more than a holier than thou Christian (Or any religion) who uses “Praying for you”, “God Bless” etc, then sticks it to the jugular. It pisses me off.
Did anyone watch the few episodes of GCB? I know it wasn’t stellar, but it made me laugh. I took an important message from it, and have been using it, somewhat in jest, but not really. ” Bless Your Heart” is fantastic.
Anyone can say, ” Bless her sweet little heart, she is disgusting. Her boyfriend is a loser and she has obviously gained a bunch of weight. She is pathetic. I will pray for her”.
Isn’t that great? People can say whatever they want, as long as it is prefaced with Bless their Heart”. Our landlords have been utilizing the “We are Praying for you”, and “God Bless” to their advantage. They told us to move in 6 weeks. Blind sided, annoyed, and wondering how we were gong to find a house within their time frame, I started working. By working, I mean hours of looking at houses, while assuring my company I am doing my job. Dogs (hmm two dogs, sure.), and a toddler, doesn’t top anyone’s list of “must haves” for a renter. The resourceful gal I am, have found a house that isn’t a teepee (per Mike’s preference). It is cool. super cool, and so much nicer than the house we are in.
I am throwing a middle finger to our Oceanside landlords. We found a house, but “bless our hearts”, it is apparently sooner than they were praying for. They sent us a message today telling us we can move, but pay for the rest of the time. “God Bless” was their signature. Mike will handle it. Thankfully.
Hi, Mike here. I wanted to add this quote from Corey Booker, Mayor of Newark, NJ.
Don’t speak to me about your religion;
first show it to me in how you treat other people.
Don’t tell me how much you love your God;
show me in how much you love all God’s children.
Don’t preach to me your passion for your faith;
teach me through your compassion for your neighbors.
In the end, I’m not as interested in what you have to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give.