Sunday, October 27, 2013
HELP THIS WOMAN!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Urban Wall Art Blog Page
Urban Wall Art Etsy
Urban Wall Art Facebook
Just to give you a quick peek into his genius- (I love this piece)
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Dear 1 million moms,
I'd first like to applaud you on your over zealous title, seeing that you have still not even come close to 1 million likes, even though you began your warped mission in May of 2009. I also wonder why you did not choose the title 1 million parents because I am sure there are men out there who share your obscure view on how to better the world. Surely your blatant discrimination of men could have helped up your numbers a bit? I scrolled through your fb page (as much as I could stomach) and what I get is that perhaps you're watching too much TV. Maybe your cause as moms would be more helpful if you focused on making children's lives better as opposed to bullying other people for living theirs? Perhaps your mission as moms would make more sense if you taught your children how to love everyone or at the very least, respect everyone for their differences. As a mother, it is truly sad to see a bunch of women who think they are holier than thou, try to bully anyone who they seem to think is challenging them and their "family values". Forget television, companies, the gay community, etc. ..what kind of example are YOU setting with your actions? Do you tell your children it's ok to bully other children if they are different? Do you plot with them when they decide to go after a classmate? As a mother, here's some motherly advice:
1) mind your own business
2) God makes no mistakes (even though you and your Christianness think he does)
3) when you point your finger at someone, you have 3 fingers pointing back at you.
4) the golden rule that we are taught in kindergarten, treat everyone as you would like to be treated.
5) turn off the TV and read a book.
6) nobody likes a tattletale.
7) life is much easier when you look for the good and not the bad.
If your goal was to truly enlighten people to what was wrong with this country, first you should start with yourself, then you should realize that what you've been campaigning against are the LEAST of anyone's problems.
Dear Mr. CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch,
How dare you think you are above anyone in anyway considering the picture I have found of you. I had to do double research to determine if you were the one on the right or the left. It is people like you, with your imaginary sense of prettiness that actually negates your so called cool and popular kid status. Considering you're at least 60 years old (I'm guessing from the pictures I've seen), it's quite alarming that you are even worried about the popular or cool crowd anymore. I imagine you were an outcast when you were in high school, so then you grew up and got a lot of money, which you then thought made you pretty and cool... I am here to tell you that your money has not made you pretty or cool. It's so sad to see a grown man still trying to live life as though he were in high school, I pity you. As far as your clothes and stores go.. Well, everything you sell is "vanilla", because I have honestly not seen anyone wear anything from Abercrombie and Fitch, with the exclusion of the extremely vanilla everyday, pretty lame shirt that says A&F (a shirt that I see most people throw on to run to the store, probably wal-mart, or to do yardwork, because they don't want to ruin their good clothes), since..... who knows when. Although I do have to give you kudos for your loyal sheep-like customers, I can remember once, a very, very long time ago, going shopping with a friend. This friend demanded that we stop at A&F, just to look around, I say demanded, because I did NOT want to go into what appeared to be extremely depressing and delusional store, not to mention the choking perfume or cologne that was wafting out of there so heavily, like desperation spewing from a 60 year old man's mouth as he talks about only wanting to appeal to high schoolers. In the end, we walked around pretentious 'R' us, and ended up leaving without her buying anything, of course. Later on that night, we ended up at some kid's party and wouldn't you know, there was a girl there wearing the EXACT same outfit as one of the mannequins at your store! I couldn't believe it, I was totally mortified that this chick had no sense of originality at all, I literally saw her and had my jaw drop out of disbelief. This girl then became the drunk belligerent girl who, by the end of the night was hanging on every male at the party...so sad, but not surprising. I know your words are from a couple years ago, so why don't you do us all a favor and
Saturday, May 4, 2013
I'm sure I'm coming off as sounding hateful or mean, but... who cares?! I love movies and music and TV just as much as the next person, if not more, but what these people wear, date, eat.... is not important. It doesn't affect me at all and therefore is not news. I have found myself a little resentful at the money these people make sometimes, especially the young stars, but in the end you really can't knock their hustle, good for them. I saw a meme online with Jada Pinkett talking on a panel regarding some issue and all the comments where: "she makes millions of dollars, who cares what she has to say?" Or "She leads a life of luxury, what does she know about the average person?" If someone is using their celebrity to stand up for a cause, then shut the hell up!? Disregarding someone because they make a lot of money is the same as disregarding someone because they have no money. America is in serious trouble with no signs of getting better and it is truly scary.
It's amazing how many people consider themselves the end all be all of opinions when it comes to anything, especially when they go online. Granted, I realize I could be put into this category myself, but...who really cares?! If more people started worrying about themselves and their own family, imagine the possibilities! In the immortal words of the little girl in the video below....
Monday, April 29, 2013
Recently an article from Sports Illustrated detailing an interview done with Jason Collins, who plays professional basketball, and about him coming out to the public as homosexual was posted on Tom Joyner's Facebook fan page. To say that the comments were disappointing, would be an understatement. I hate that the black community is not willing to progress. I hate that hate is the forefront of most opinions. Hate = fear + ignorance. So don't tell me it's an abomination or against God's will. How can you even use the same argument as the kkk with a straight face? It's disappointing and saddening to see that so many share such a hateful view of others. I consider myself to be a God fearing woman who loves Jesus and praises his name everyday, but I choose to go with the positive messages like love one another, judge not lest ye be judged and the lesser known mind your business. Don't quote me on that last one. Black people are so quick to quote Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr when it applies to race, but do they realize his messages included everybody. ... even the lgbt community? We gotta do better, growing is a good thing, let's all grow together and pass it onto our children. ..
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Getting on the road-Ok we're in the car, only 5 minutes behind, not bad, could be worse. Great, the school bus obviously doesn't see my huge SUV speeding down the road and that's why they chose to jump in front of me, cutting me off, and going 20 miles an hour. .. the same speed as the person next to them! Ok well at least I made it to the daycare to drop off my mini me, think it's time to pop some of the hard stuff. ...better make it two, hopefully that'll stop the tiny fairy from stabbing my skull. Oh yay traffic and more being cut off, well at least now I can add people nearly hitting me and going insanely slow and randomly braking because they're obviously texting. .. but who could they be texting at 730 in the morning I wonder?
Starting the work day- Well I made it to work, 2 victories down. (The first one was dropping off my child, in case you forgot) Thanks to traffic I still have 3 minutes to get inside. Thanks traffic! Ahhhh the lovely sounds of loud children, dogs barking, and insanely opinionated television sets in the background of all my calls, that medicine can kick in at anytime.... Oh this wasn't done right and this is the first time I've seen it and talked to you about it? Well, by all means, please feel free to scream and berate me for the issue. Well the medicine kicked in, but not enough to ease the pulsating drum behind me eyes, so I'm going to have to call it a day and go home.
Back home- Another day not fully worked, how am I ever going to catch up with my bills? Staring at this computer screen trying to finish my homework feels like staring straight into a light bulb. Wow look at the time, and all I've accomplished is one sentence. I'll try again after I pick up my daughter.
Bed time-I'm so excited to go to sleep, helping a 1st grader with homework should not be so difficult. Good thing she enjoys hot dogs so much, I'll try to cook tomorrow. Guess I'll have to try to do my homework tomorrow as well. I want to watch tv with my husband but it seems so loud and bright! Oh the volume is on 5? Well I'll just close my eyes and slowly turn over because this position is killing me and if I turn over too fast I'm likely to throw up because my head says so. But, before I close my eyes I'm just gonna take my other preventative meds and pop a couple more advil to try and quell the freightliner doing donuts in my brain.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
My fiancee and I went to go see Evil Dead, I was very excited because I loved the first one so much, even though I had heard it wouldn't be campy at all, I had to see it, just to see it. We got to the theater, bought our tickets and started to head in. My fiancee had to use the bathroom, so I went into the theater, which was right next to the bathroom. There was a man standing in front of the doors who asked to see my ticket..I thought that was odd, but showed him anyway and he said he'd remember my man for when he finished doing his business and I went in to get a seat. We always sit in the very back at the top, because we don't like people behind us. As I was approaching the top row, I noticed the first 2 people sitting at the very end of the row at the top of the stairs was an older woman and a little boy, probably around the age of 8, maybe 9. I couldn't believe that this child was in here for this movie, let alone being brought by his mother! Maybe it was his aunt, grandmother, whoever she was, she was old enough to know better. I stepped past them with an "excuse me" and sat a few seats away. When I looked to my right after sitting down, I noticed the 2 people sitting closest to me were 2 young little girls, I'm sorry, 2 young TALKATIVE little girls. They couldn't have been more than 13, maybe 12. I thought my mind was going to explode at the obvious disregard for these children. I'm not the best parent in the world and I consider myself to be pretty lax about most things, but come on! After sitting next to the 2 most annoying out of place children in the world, I decided I had had enough and instead of unleashing on them like I wanted to, I simply chose to move away to new seats. (Very proud of myself for that) Not only were these little girls in a movie totally inappropriate for their age group, but they clearly had no respect for other people with all of the noise they were making.
After the movie, a family of 3 passed by us going down the aisle, the mother, father, and their 6 year old son. I don't understand this phenomenon. Why is it ok to take young children to such graphic movies? What are these parents achieving by allowing this? Am I the one who is crazy to think that this is not ok? Who knows, maybe it is just me. Maybe it is just me who thinks that subjecting such young and impressionable minds to such gore is not the appropriate thing to do. Maybe it's just me who thinks that we should be surrounding children with positive images and educational aspects of life and show them the benefits of being kind, gracious, and things alike. While I'm all about giving kids the reality of life, I don't find anything from Evil Dead to be any kind of reality.
What do you think?
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Everyday I wake up, I know who I am. .I am a black woman living in America. This concept seems simple enough to me and not a big deal. I go to work, deal with my issues, take care of my bills and my family. .. normal things? I grew up extremely naive of the world as a military brat around white people most of my young life. I was never truly privy to the hate that people had towards people like me, it was never an issue. Anybody who did have an issue never made it known to me.
As an adult I am seeing everyday just how naive I was. With the election my eyes have been opened even more so and it sucks. I'm never one to judge someone based on superficial reasons. I judge you according to how you act, not your gender, race, age, or anything else that doesn't necessarily make a person be this way or that. I also know that there are plenty people in the world who are also this way, but it's pretty annoying to see these blogs.. such as "stuff black people don't like" where hatred is the common denominator. People that are commenting are teachers. .. and that's scary! Not only teachers are commenting, I'm just saying.... I've never considered myself a cynical person, but being slapped in the face with such a reality is definitely cause to see things with more of a fine tooth comb. With every skipped over opportunities and attitude given, I not only have to look at myself and ask what did I do wrong, I also have to ask if it's possible that I just wasn't the preferred race. I not only have to reexamine these things in regards to me but my children as well.
It's a hard truth to swallow knowing that no matter how intelligent, qualified, or experienced that I am or my children are. ... the only qualifications that will matter are our beautiful skin tone and preconceived notions that go along with it. People ask me why do I look at things like that blog. ...I tell them that I have to be informed about things going on around me, not so much for me but for my children. .. it would be irresponsible for me not to be aware of these things. I don't go searching for these hateful things, but with the increase of technology and social media. .. It gives everyone the opportunity to show their ass, figuratively and literally lol. It's hard being the best person you can be but denied common decency because of ignorance. There have been many occasions where I have dealt with people and it was obvious that they felt they were entitled to being treated better than I was when they didn't even know me. I often wonder where does this feeling of entitlement come from? Why do people feel that they are the exception to the rules because they are them? Why do they feel that I am not worthy because they are them? And why do they feel that they should not be called on it? How can you get mad at someone for calling you out on your actions? You mean you're mad because I'm mad that you're out of line. ..you're mad that I'm mad with you????
Do I think racism will ever go away? Not likely, hate begets hate and very rarely does it beget courage to overcome it. The best I can do is educate mine and try to spread that knowledge and be as aware as possible. To the people on that blog and blogs and mindsets alike I say. .. God bless you all.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I recently upgraded my old Honda civic to a brand spanking new Dodge Durango. I have driven this truck to and from work everyday since then as well as other places, but I had an experience that I had only heard about or witnessed from the sidelines up until then. On one particularly non special morning I was driving to work. It was very early in the morning, before seven.
I drove the same route I always drive in the same hurried fashion that I keep trying to break myself of, all while talking to my fiancé on my cool new car blue tooth function. Driving down the road going 5, possibly 10 miles over the speed limit (not sure because I always get the speed limit wrong by like 5 miles on that road since it's usually a caravan of people driving in a giant cluster). On this particular morning I happened to be pretty much alone going down the street when I could see the light turning yellow. I started slowing down and as I got closer to the light I noticed a cop car to the right, kinda hiding behind some large trees. By the time I was able to see him I was going pretty slow in order to stop at the light. I passed him and I stopped very shortly afterwards at the light. After a few moments he pulled out behind me.
I didn't think anything of it, but then the light turned green and his lights started flashing! I couldn't believe I was getting pulled over! I knew I hadn't done anything wrong so I waited for him to walk up to my window with my fiancé patiently waiting as well on the bluetooth. The officer reached my window and the first question out of his mouth was: "is this your car?" It was such an unexpected question that I actually had to think about it for a second. I told him yes of course this is my car! After a bit of back and forth about what speed I was going (he didn't even know the speed limit either), I eventually have him the information he requested. I watched him take my paperwork and license to the back of my car and join 2 other cops who were suddenly back there.
As my fiancé and I began talking about what happened I kept my eyes on the gaggle of hens in my rearview mirror. We discussed how ridiculous it was for him to ask me that and I began getting extremely irritated as the reality of the situation began to sink in. My irritation grew to anger as I watched the 3 cluckers stand behind me laughing and talking while wasting my time in the process. With my anger came assumptions as to what was so funny to the 3 white officers who obviously racial profiled me and were now probably making racist jokes at my expense. The cop finally came back, handed me my information and told me snottily to watch my speed and something else I think, I was still preoccupied by what had just happened. My fiancé says I should have gotten his badge number but I explained that I was in too much shock to even think of that.
That experience was a first for me as far as directly in my face type of racism that I noticed. I've heard stories about people being racially profiled, but never actually had it happen until then. It was a reality check of epic proportions about the underlined feelings that are still prevalent today. I know the situation could have been worse and I thank God it wasn't, but I will never forget the events of that day. It reminds me of that song by Kanye West, All Falls Down: "Even if you're in a Benz, you're still a nigger in a coupe."
Friday, March 1, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
I took a deep breath and asked the woman to continue. She explained to me that "good, normal" men do not walk around in women's clothing, especially on TV and good parents do not allow their children to watch such nonsense. It's bad enough that I, myself, would buy into such disgusting behavior, but to allow my child to do so as well at such a young age, is just dangerous. As politely as I could, I went in on this older woman. I explained to her that unfortunately, I do not know any "good, normal" men, and neither would I want to. I do not want to expose my daughter to "good, normal" men either. I am raising my children not to be like people such as her, I teach my children that there is nothing wrong with just being you. I teach my children not to judge other people for who they are. I also remind my children that it wasn't so long ago that our ancestors were discriminated against as well for something they could not control, and still happens to this day. I asked her why she thought that men who did drag were disgusting? She of course told me it wasn't Christian-like. I simply looked at her and sighed. I asked her about the part of the Bible where it says to love everyone as Jesus has loved us? I asked her if she had done some things in her life that weren't exactly "Christian-like", I asked her how horrible would it be if everyone were to go through life ganging up on people only because of what they see, never to actually know people as people but as broad unjustified generalizations... I told her it has happened before, happens today in fact, every single day. I asked her what if people were to judge her without ever knowing her. She stared at me blankly through all of my questions and was still just staring at me, trying to find the words when the guy came up to me and told me that they were ready.
I got up and the woman watched me as I stood up, still contemplating what she should say, and I turned to her, told her my name and that it was nice to talk to her. I left her with: I didn't assume that you were racist because you were white. You shouldn't assume that men who dress up as women are anything less than people who deserve common courtesy just like you and everybody else. Nobody wants to be written off because of who we are, just think about that, please. Have a great day.
People ask me if I am obsessed with gay people or drag queens. I wouldn't call it obsessed, I just enjoy and admire people who are true to themselves, it's just a bonus if they're fabulous! :D I am an admirer of people who are different, people who are fun, (this list can go on and on), and I live for the opportunity to stand up for what's right and have an intelligent conversation.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
I am a certified people watcher, absolutely love to just watch people as they truly blow my mind for one reason or another. Admitting that I am a people watcher, I must also admit that I am a certified card carrying member of the s#!+ talkers platinum society. I realize that in my quest to be enlightened and enlighten others (especially females), that this behavior is contradictory. I am constantly conflicted with trying to be above the norm and being my normal jokey self.
Do not mistake my being not only a member, but also the president of the s#!+ talkers platinum society as me being a bully in any way shape or form. My s#!+ talking stems from observing people in their everyday ridiculousness. I don't go out of my way to belittle or put people down, I simply comment on what is. I don't walk up to random strangers and start tearing them apart, my observations are usually in my head or said to the person/people I'm with or talking to at the time.
While I do point out the ridiculousness that is many people walking around looking foolish, I also point out those who are the exact opposite as well as point out those exceptions to their face, as anyone who is on point should definitely be told they are doing a good job. Some people may say this is talking behind people's backs.... I do not see it as this. First off how can I talk behind someone's back who I do not know? Second off if I know you and you fall into the category of ridiculousness, then I will most definitely make you aware of my opinion. On the other hand, I would expect my friends to do the same, you can't call yourself a friend if you let me walk around looking crazy, sometimes we need an extra set of eyes to see what we don't or can't.
I decided to write about this topic because I saw a meme that said something to the affect of- if you know someone who is always talking about other people to you, then they're probably talking to other people about you. The first thing I think is I'm truly stick of all these pseudo intellectual semi intellectual generalized classifications of every given situation. The second thing I think is... stfu. Lol...
I've always said that it's human nature to make opinions of people at first glance, what's important is if you let those opinions influence your actual opinion of that person once and if you meet them.... what do you think?
Hope you enjoy the graphic I made on my new note 2 ^.^
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Ok I just have to know, am I the only person obsessed with having to know what happens after we die? Is that seriously morbid? Should that thought, those thoughts not bother me and take as much time out of my life as it does? I mean, think about it though, can you imagine not existing? Just not being anymore?? What a crazy thought.... maybe it is just me....
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
First there was the "outrage" about the President's speech for the memorial of the Sandy Hook victims - *enter racist remarks here* - then during the inauguration erupted yet again - *enter death wishes here*. Is it because of the overwhelming abundance of social media that has given people the power of anonymous courage? Or is it just because of our new President, fueled by mob mentality, racism, and misinformation? Whatever the reason, the trend is becoming frighteningly more and more popular.
Honestly it's scary. It's scary, sad, heartbreaking, unnerving, mind-boggling, etc., etc..... I worry for my daughter and son for the world that they are being born into. I fear that racism, prejudice, and hate are not going away as once thought, but at this point being spoon-fed to those most susceptible and then being taught to their children with the cycle continuing over and over. People are advertising that they are starting communes to keep the rest of the country out of their lives? (WTF?) It almost feels that with every step forward (electing a mixed President), we take 5 steps back (school shootings in abundance, people spouting assassinating the President is a good idea,etc...). In the words of Susan Powter.....STOP THE MADNESS!!! Let's get it together...together!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Y'all have made my day once again!! I'm over 2000 views!! EEEEEEKKKKKK!!! :D
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Have you ever looked at someone and their life and thought: WTF is wrong with you? Why are you making so many bad choices? Why are you putting yourself though so much for nothing? How could you be doing the things you're doing wearing the clothes you're wearing, hanging out with the people you're hanging out with? Or how about this, has someone ever come to you with a problem they're having and you're response is: I'd never do something like that, I'd never put myself in that situation, I'd never make that choice and you shouldn't do that either....
At the end of the day, if you really think about it, can you actually say those things? Can you actually look back at your life and say you've never put yourself in undesirable situations, made stupid choices hung out with the wrong people, let yourself be influenced in the wrong direction, worn questionable clothing, etc. Etc....? I think about the countless times people have come to me asking for advice and I give them impeccable words of wisdom, but I realize that I am a serious case of not practicing what I preach. How irritating it is be able to see things so clearly in regards to other people, yet be so blind when it comes to myself... well blind and stubborn I suppose..
Friday, January 11, 2013
When my first born son was around 1 years old, I used to work at a convenience store overnight by myself. I didn't mind, I was very used to being up all night anyway, plus I got to work by myself and that meant no other people to get on my nerves or in my way. This one morning towards the end of my shift, I was dealing with my usual morning rush of customers. Everything was going pretty smoothly, I was joking around with the customers, blah blah blah, when while I had a line of people at the register, this young man rode up shirtless on his bike. Like all convenience stores, they have certain rules about charging for cups for water, the water is free, but the cup is not. Well, the gentleman came in, upper torso fully tatted, and asked for a cup of water. I explained to him, while still checking out customers, that he would have to pay for the cup. I never thought about it, but the customers kept staring at him and were moving very slowly. The gentleman did not take my news about paying 50 cents for the paper cut, lightly.
He made it vocally known that he did not care for this policy of paying for a cup and went into a tirade of yelling and screaming at me about this policy. I was watching him, but I wasn't really listening, but he was going off! Luckily he was walking out of the store as he was performing his show. Once he got outside, he continued he tantrum of cursing and yelling and giving me the finger as he got his bike and walked it back to the street slowly and continued his journey. While we all stood in the store kind of chuckling about the events that had transpired, the current customer I was ringing up looked at me with a strange look in his eye and asked me if I was worried? I scoffed a bit and asked why would I be worried? He then asked me if I had seen the swastika and white pride tattoos he had all over his body. :O WHAT?! I looked out the window to see if I could still see the disgruntled bike man and sure enough he was still trekkin down the street...slowly....looking back at me..
It was then that I realized that maybe working by myself everyday isn't the best thing in the world anymore, lol. At this point all of the customers were looking at me, a bit concerned, I guess waiting to see if I would kick them all out, lock the doors, call the cops, and resort to the fetal position in the corner. I did what any other sane person would do I suppose... I just laughed nervously with my eyes darting back and forth from the door to the register and make silly jokes like, well I hope he isn't riding his bike to his White Pride hangout to get his buddies or worse to get 50 cents..ha ha ha.. Thankfully the guy never came back, but I did watch the door for the rest of my shift and constantly looked over my shoulder as I walked home.
Well....now that I've told that story, I have no idea how that proves I'm not an ABW, but it helps to know that I did not snap my fingers, roll my neck or my eyes during that whole situation! I didn't get angry at all during that entire time just more confused and amused (at first) than anything.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The condition that I have is managed by water pills that I take every single day morning, afternoon, and night. The water pills are used to regulate my fluid so that a lumbar puncture is less likely to be needed. The pressure from my condition can also cause vision problems as the pressure can build up behind one's eyes, so that has to be checked from time to time. The worst part about having chronic migraines is that it is truly chronic and daily. I have a migraine about 4-5 days out of each week, each ranging in severity. Thankfully I am working at a job where I have great insurance and I pretty much live at the doctor so I have been able to try as many different solutions as possible and I have tried EVERYTHING. Everything including locking myself in a dark room, taking excessive amounts of OTC medicine which is not healthy, bouncing from doctor to neurologist to doctor to specialist.. Life is hard with daily migraines, having head pain is serious and not fun, especially with a daily job, fiancee, children, and other responsibilities. Sympathy is never the intended goal when telling someone about my migraines, because I know I'll live and get over it.
I'm sharing this with you because headaches do not affect a small percentage of people, they affect many, many people and are serious. I want others to know that you are not alone. While it's possible to keep on truckin and do the day to day with a migraine, sometimes it is so bad that that's not an option. Sometimes migraines are so debilitating that it's hard to function. I have been dealing with my migraines for 10 plus years now and have talked to many different doctors and neurologists, tried many different treatment options and sometimes it's rough to go down this road alone. People who have never actually had a migraine can sympathize and empathize, but they will never truly know the pain migraine sufferers go through. I created a Facebook page for fellow migraine sufferers, Go Here , to hopefully open the door for other people who suffer what I suffer from and to offer a platform for other people to sound off and give treatment suggestions. The most important thing to me with my migraines is to always smile through the pain, I will never allow the pain I'm going through to cause people to think I'm weak or incapable. The pain I'm in may bring me to tears, but those tears can be wiped away and I'll still be there just as strong as ever ready for whatever life has for me and vice versa, just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm not in pain.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Our jobs as parents is to lead and teach our children,give them the tools to succeed, teach them to be leaders and do good in life. Our jobs as parents are to be the adults while they are the children, it is not ok to let our children curse, be subjected to violence or feel threatened. It is not ok to allow our children to disrespect us or other people or do as they please whenever they want. It is our job as parents to be adults and let them be children, to establish that we as parents make the rules and children are to follow them accordingly. It is our job as parents to draw the line for our children and make sure that they know and understand that line. Being the parent, I will not allow my child to curse because they happen to hear me curse. I will not tolerate my child telling me that I am invading their space or infringing on their privacy, because they are children and they don't need privacy, as the parent I need to know what is going on.
As a parent I feel that it is my job to do what is best for the children I gave birth to, because that is the responsibility I took on when I got pregnant and I take that job extremely personal. I don't care if my children hate me, that is none of my concern. What is my concern is making sure that they are safe, healthy, educated, and prepared for the world around them. I don't expect my child to tell me that they did something and it should be ok, because I did it when I was young. You did it so I should be able to do it does not fly in the real world and it will definitely not fly in my household. Have your own mind, be your own person, and take the knowledge and tools I am providing you to make that happen. Am I a hypocrite? When it comes to raising a child....basically anyone else's opinion is null and void? What do you think?
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
When you go out to eat there is some give and take that should happen, you sit, enjoy your meal and drinks, and other people take care of everything else for you. The people who take care of everything for you, don't work for free (close to it) but not for free. Servers make less than 5 dollars an hour which means they rely on the patrons tips for their services to make ends meet. Depending on where you go, those tips are sometimes split between the other people that take care of everything for you including, but not limited to the hostesses, bussers, and bartenders. If you go out to eat and then claim that you don't have enough to tip, then you shouldn't go out to eat. If you go out to eat and then claim that you REFUSE to tip due to some ridiculous cop-out in order to make a point, then you are an ASS. You're contradicting yourself at every turn! You would rather use the money you could use to tip your server to make stupid cards? You claim you've been robbed by the President so you're going to essentially do to someone else what you claim is being done to you?! How dare people be so self-righteous? How dare you claim to be a victim when everything you have done up to this point has shown the exact opposite? I served in restaurants for over 10 years and if somebody left this card on my table, then I would lose my job that night due to the choice words I would have for said patron. Then to say you wish it didn't have to be this way...for BOTH OF US?!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
I wonder now if I should have done something, stepped in to make sure that they were not just going to be walking miles to home or something. Then I think, what could I have done? The little girl clearly had attitude for days, and most likely would not have allowed me to help them and would have pissed me off in the process with her attitude. I just feel sorry for those kids, obviously pretty much raising themselves, I almost wonder if the little girl was the one who took the initiative to make the appointment to begin with. I just want better for us as a whole, I want there to be more positiveness and less "woe is me, whatever" type attitude. I want their to be a sense of pride throughout for every child. I want the thought of killing your brother not to be an option. I want the need to be "hard" to be less about being cold and more about being an actual man. I want others to have the wants that I have.
How do we encourage a whole generation to be better adjusted, better educated, want to be prosperous? It takes us all that's how, we just have to do better. It can be done. We can't get mad at how others perceive us if we clearly have no respect for ourselves.