Category Archives: Random Thoughts

Just because I am having a bad day doesn’t mean that I want somebody else to have one too.

That is my response whenever I’m asked how is it that I am always so nice and pleasant.

Too Independent for That

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.

I Created My Own Challenges

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.

  1. Stop complaining
  2. Stop having to have the last word
  3. Don’t use the word nigga when hanging with your homeboys
  4. When joking around with others, stop calling them retarded
  5. Go to a nice dine-in restaurant and try eating something different
  6. Make sure your house is in order before you talk about someone else’s
  7. Book that always talked about, but never done it, family vacation in another state
  8. Read a book instead of talking on the phone
  9. Spend time at your local library.  Have kids?  Take them with you.
  10. Visit a nursing home
  11. Volunteer at a soup kitchen
  12. Donate to charity
  13. Spend time outdoors with your kids.  Don’t sit down while they play.  Get up and play with them.
  14. Plan and book that trip to wherever it is you’ve always wanted to go.  Go solo if you have to.
  15. Register to vote
  16. Give someone a compliment (also suggested by a fellow blogger)

Tough huh?  I will be adding more challenges as I think of them.

Let me know how you’re doing!

 

Celebrity Nude Pictures: Who Cares?

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?

 

Children Do Not Belong On Social Media Sites

There is no reason for children, including TEENAGERS, to have social media accounts.  Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and other sites I may have missed, should not be on the minds of youths.

My oldest child (12 years-old) recently asked the age requirement for a Facebook account.  My response was:

You’re old enough to have a Facebook account when you’ve been out of high school long enough for at least one class reunion, have a job, and have your own residence.

I went on to explain to him that social media sites is a great way for adults to connect with childhood friends, and former classmates they may have lost contact with over the years.

Social media is also a great way for networking.  I have accounts on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, and I network with a lot of people whether it’s professional, hobbies, or just plain socializing.

But I can do that.  I am an adult that graduated from high school and college years ago, I have a husband, kids, job, and my own residence.  In other words, I have something to talk about.  Not giggle and post/tweet kid talk about something I’ve already said in 4th hour.

There is no reason for kids to have a social media account because they see each other at school, church and in their neighborhoods.  They even talk to each other by phone.

A child (I know this person well) sent me a Facebook friend request recently.  I was shocked.  I still haven’t told my son because I don’t want him thinking that he can create an account.

But I was shocked even more a couple of days ago.  Under the People You May Know section on Facebook were the names of two children, both in the single digit age range.  A what the f**k came out of my mouth before I knew it.  I rarely cuss, so you know I was frustrated.

PARENTS:  Keep your kids off of social media sites.  They have no business on there.  We are not around our children 24/7 but we should be aware of what they are doing.  And I’m damn well sure you know that your young children (maybe even your teenagers) are on Facebook and Twitter because they are on your friends list.

There are all kinds of predators lurking the internet.  Some may even pretend to be a child just to lure your children to their dungeons.  For the kids on media sites that are shy, timid, and bullied, watch out.  These sickos are just waiting to pounce on them.  But this won’t happen if you make sure your kids stay off those damn websites.

PARENTS SHOULD BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE if they know their kids are engaging on social media sites.  They should be charged with child exploitation and indecent exposure, because they’re handing their children over to pedophiles, and other sick scumbags, on a platter.

If children insist on surfing the web, then steer them to educational sites like:

Brain Pop is used at my youngest child’s school.  There is a password, but some areas of the sites do not require a password.  He even wanted a home subscription for his birthday last year, and of course I got it for him.

My youngest also discovered Kids Health a couple of months ago while surfing the web.  He is special needs and was searching for EEG, a test he was scheduled to have within the next few days.

There are plenty of kid-friendly websites available for kids.  Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr are not on the list.  Well, they’re not on the list in my home.

I must be immortal because every time I get stabbed in the back, I fall down and get right back up.  – La Cracha