Adulting With Verta

Hey all!  Sorry it's been a while...I've written drafts, then deleted drafts, then done it all over again.  I get a little freaked out about what I write after my step-mom asked me to elaborate on my  "You Bet Your Ass I'm Triggered"  post. So I've been picky on my subjects.  Anyhoo...onto today's post. DON'T GIVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER TO STRANGERS!!! Specifically, if you're a woman, don't give your phone number to strange men.  I made this mistake a couple of weeks ago.  There's this guy that I've seen around for years. I've always wondered about what kind of guy he is, and admittedly, I thought he was pretty cute. So, a couple of weeks ago, I saw him out and about and worked up the nerve to finally talk to him. We exchanged pleasantries, and before we parted ways, I gave him my number in hopes that maybe he'd ask me on a date or something. I didn't hear from him for a few days and just shrugged it off...but hey, at leas

You're probably wondering "Verta, why did you choose this topic for your blog?" Well, twice now in the past 4 months, I've been asked (BY WOMEN) if I'm pregnant.  The most recent time being this past weekend and the offender went so far to touch my belly when she asked (uggh). At least both of them followed up with "no offense!" *insert eyeroll* So, let me say it loud and clear, NO I AM NOT FUCKING PREGNANT ! If I was, I sure as shit wouldn't be standing outside of the bar smoking a cigarette. If I was, I definitely would have posted about it, that shit would be exciting! If I was, I'd be shouting that shit from the rooftops. Here's why it irks me so much though.  I've always had a bit of a body image issue.  When I was in my teen years, I had a boyish figure. I didn't have curves like the girls my age. No hips, no boobs, no curves whatsoever.  I actually spent quite a while buying pants in the kids sections because my hips didn

Sexual assault and domestic violence aren't easy subjects to talk about, even more so when the experiences are your own. In my mind, Dr. Ford is a god damned hero. Although we've been hearing so many stories of sexual assault, it was her testimony that resounded with me. I'd managed to push my own experiences with sexual assault and domestic violence so deep into the darkest corners of my mind, but not anymore. Her story brushed off the cobwebs and shone an uncomfortably bright spotlight on not just one, but all of the sexual assaults I've encountered. What really fucking triggers me is seeing my friends and FAMILY posting things in support of her abuser, criticizing and questioning the credibility of her testimony, and quite possibly the thing that triggers me the most...the fucking "NOT ALL MEN" posts. Like, we get it, Linda...you've been fortunate enough to have decent men in your life, but don't please, for the love of fuck, DO NOT belittle women

Hello again!  Sorry it's been a while since my last entry...but I figured I should at least write a follow up of how the Broke Ass Breakfast(?) Burritos went. So, here it goes...I didn't make them.  I forgot that my cheese grater was dirty and didn't feel like doing dishes. So, I made a fried egg and cheese sandwich instead. Don't worry though...it was still delicious. Next up: that moment when you realize the EXACT thing that influenced who you are today.  Stay tuned!

Today, on Adulting With Verta:  What can I make to eat with this random shit? Okay, let’s set the scene. It’s Thursday, the week before payday. The past few paydays have left little to nothing for groceries once the bills were paid. Like, credit cards over the limit, bank account in the negative, HSA funds just fuckin gone *poof*. Luckily, I was smart 2 paydays ago and bought some foods that’ll last a while. So, here we are. I’m baked and hungry, all I’ve eaten today was a microwaved tortilla with a Kraft Single on it. I think I’ve gotten more calories from my two cups of coffee with cream than from the actual food I’ve eaten. Have I mentioned I have the munchies? So, tonight I present:  Broke Ass Breakfast(?) Burritos My ingredients at the moment are cheese (obviously), tortillas (duh), eggs, and canned mushrooms. Please note that I have no protein aside from the eggs because I’m a fucking dumbass that doesn’t know how to grocery shop like an adult. I have some random

Well, this is it...my first blog post.   Fair warning to anyone who's reading, this blog is probably going to be all over the place as far as topics go.   Some posts might just be me sharing my "adulting" that I did that day. Some might include the recipes for my "broke girl" meals that always end up being fucking delicious. Some might talk about mental health issues, LGBTQIA issues, or political issues. Luckily for you, I'm not into makeup techniques, so I'll spare you video tutorials on that kinda shit. Feel free to leave a comment on something you'd like me to get all "adulty" about. Regardless, I hope that you, dear reader, enjoy them.