I read the following statement on Facebook a couple of days ago.
Even the most independent woman at times wishes she had a good man to depend on.
Well I disagree. I am a strong, independent woman and will forever remain one. I have never depended on a man for anything. I work hard for what I want and have, therefore I don’t need a man to co-sign, lend, give or do anything else for me.
I love a good man, but I will never depend on one. No thanks. I can hold my own.
Child #1: Do you want to go outside?
Child #2: I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mom doesn’t like me being outside when no one’s home.
Child #1: She don’t have to know.
Child #2: But she might worry if she calls home and I don’t answer.
Child #1: Take the phone outside.
Child #2: No, I’m not going to do that.
That was a conversation between my 12 year-old, 7th grade son and his friend. As you can tell by the title of this blog post, child #2 is my son.
On the days that I work, my son calls me as soon as he gets home. When he called me a couple of days ago and told me the above conversation, I was angry at his friend, yet relieved that my son did not give in to peer pressure.
I guess I shouldn’t have been upset, I’ve always had the gut feeling that the other child was up to no good. And my intuition was correct.
I taught my son at an early age about my door of communication. He knows that he can talk to me about anything. He often tells me a lot of nothing, or what the other kids at school are doing, but I’m good at filtering. So you can imagine how happy I was to know that he did not give in, and disobey my rule of not leaving home.
There was not a door of communication in my family while I was growing up. I am the second youngest of six children. I couldn’t talk to my mother, brothers, or sisters about anything. If I did, then the only thing that would happen would be gossip, and a lot of laughter behind my back .
My family doesn’t know that I was always talked about at school, how I jumped on a couple of kids at school when I got tired of them messing with me, and so on. All they know is that I was a good kid that was on the honor roll, played sports, and was in the band. They don’t know the pain and struggles I endured while growing up.
I refuse to let my children go down the path of loneliness, and eventually resentment, like I did. I took my childhood negatives and turned them into positives. Therefore, I will always be at my children sides for support.
The other day was only the beginning for my son. I just hope that he continues to make the right decisions. No one is perfect so I’m sure he’s going to get into some stuff (I know I did).
My son is not a mama’s boy. But he is a good kid, and I am proud of him.
I am so tired of seeing all these challenges suddenly appear all over the internet. You can find one million challenge posts per second, on Facebook.
The weather where I am right now is cold and rainy, and people are getting sick (I’m on day 5) from the sudden temperature change, as always. So I really don’t want to see anymore ice challenges. It was okay when it was 90+ degree weather out last week. But it’s in the low 40’s. Maybe a bucket of warm water challenge?
I have seen so many people on my social media pages post pictures of either themselves, or their children, doing some kind of challenge. Then they’ll challenge someone else.
Funny. My household ran a 50/50 raffle last summer, as a fundraiser for Tuberous Sclerosis Complex Walk for a Cure, Michigan chapter. My 8 year-old son has this rare disease, and not only did I publicly post the fundraiser on my Facebook page, I sent a group message to nearly 30 people that I carefully selected. I got no more than zero dollars.
But guess what? Some of those same people are posting pictures of the ice challenge, and whatever-else-the-hell-challenge.
So, since everything is a challenge these days, I decided to come up with my own. And since everyone is different, I came up with several challenges. Be careful though, some of you will fall into more than one challenge, and that’s okay too.
Here is my list of challenges. See which one(s) you fit into and get to work.
Tough huh? I will be adding more challenges as I think of them.
Let me know how you’re doing!
Who cares about celebrity nude pictures? Seriously, who? NOT ME.
I have read several headlines, over the past few days, about celebrity nude pictures that have supposedly been leaked to the public. But I have no idea what was in those articles because I didn’t read them. Not even a sentence. Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Lawrence, Victoria Justice. There are other names, I just don’t remember. And I’m not going to try to remember because I just don’t give a damn. I only know the three women mentioned above, because I just read a tweet on Twitter, thus prompting me to type this random rant.
Celebrity nude pictures. SO THE F**K WHAT?
I have a husband and two sons. I see nudity all the time. I have a paralyzed brother. Nudity there. I also work at a hospital in an Emergency Department. Nonstop nudity there. Patients are either undressing themselves to prepare for the doctor and nurse exams, or we’re cutting the clothes off those that have been rushed in.
Celebrity bodies are no different than us unknowns.
MEN: If you’re obsessing over these articles, or trying to see these alleged photos, then I suggest you find yourself a woman and love and obsess over her.
WOMEN: The same goes for you. If you’re one of those gossipers that’s breaking your neck to see if these pictures really do exist, then you need to get yourself a man and keep yourself occupied.
Out of all what’s going on in the world right now, most of the headlines have to do with celebrity nude pictures. So I’m going to end with this: SO THE F**K WHAT?
WOW. If you can’t trust your own family, then who? I share silly talk with everyone, and stuff that I don’t care if it’s repeated or not (even when I say “Don’t tell anyone”). But I keep my personal life to myself, that way I don’t have to get that knife in my back. If I was a plumber, I would fix all of those leaky faucets.
I recently read a post, on a social media site, about taking time to reconnect with family members that you haven’t seen or talked to. And that if the lack of communication continues, a branch is broken from the family tree.
I would like to take the time to say that branches from my family tree broke off, and blew away with the wind a long time ago, and I am okay with it. Over the years I have learned that no matter how hard you try, some things just cannot be fixed.
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