Thoughtful Thursday - Stop whining and live

It’s human nature to whine and/or complain about something be it the weather, finances, spouses, children, work, or whatever, yet how often do we speak about something positive? Probably not that often and we should work toward changing that.

As we marked the 1-year anniversary (Aug 29th) of Katrina and as we approach the 5-year anniversary of 9/11, we should all look at ourselves and how fortunate we are. Even the smallest thing that may seem inconsequential could be the one thing that separates us from having nothing. The friend who treats you to lunch when you have no money, the coffee being fresh in the break room, the traffic lights all being in your favor while you’re running late. Always remember there is joy in the simple things! Looking at the big picture, we often fail to see the smaller and most significant details. Slow down and really live, love, and laugh.

The following is a clear reminder of how we can reposition ourselves:

The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.
You have power over your mind – not outside events.
Your life is what your thoughts make it.

For one week, I challenge you to keep a journal and everyday write down 5 things you’re happy about, thankful for, or any other positive occurrence. At the end of the week, review the journal and you’ll see that things aren’t as bad as perceived and while doing that you’ll grow a better appreciation for yourself, your life, and the people in it. If that doesn’t occur, then pull out an AK47 and kill the lot of them. I’M ONLY KIDDING ON THAT. I just said it because I know there’s always at least one skeptic in the group. (lol)

Have a blessed day!

Mother's baby, Daddy's maybe

This is a long overdue rant, so be prepared for quite a tirade (though abridged).

WHY? WHY? WHY? Why am I pissed? Cause I’m sick of hearing some effin woman call into a radio show or appear on TV trying to find out who her “baby daddy” is. If you’re gonna sleep with that many men, would it behoove the hoe (yes, I called her that and I ain’t taking it back) to use protection? I’m sure it’s less embarrassing than putting your business out in the open that you’ve screwed so many men that you can’t figure out which one fathered your child. Woman like that bring out the proverbial sailor in me. As I listen to them try to justify their dilemma, I’m screaming at the radio or TV calling them all sorts of names. I’m really not trying to be judgmental, but it’s hard not to be. Condoms are so easy to come by it’s not even funny. Hell, you can go to your local gas station bathroom and find them. Woman can purchase over-the-counter birth control that does work. The combination of the two works even better. Okay, I’ll give it that some of the encounters could be impulsive, but as I said, condoms (if nothing else) are so damned easy to come by and why would she even want to risk getting pregnant by someone whose name she barely knows? Dammit! I’m soooo effin sick of it.

To flip the story and calm down a little, I now digress to the women who cheat on their boyfriends or husbands, get pregnant, and try to pawn the child of at theirs. WTF? How wrong is that? If you’re gonna cheat, at least be a smart cheat. The quickest and sure fired way to get caught is to get pregnant. Some men can and will do the math to know whether it’s his or not. Some men might question it on the grounds that having a child yet wasn’t something that was discussed. Imagine Male #1 has loved and raised this child since birth and at four years old his “daughter” gets sick and he finds out at that point that he’s not the child’s father. Imagine Male #2. You meet a woman, start dating, and within a short time she’s pregnant. You’re warned to take a DNA test upon the child’s birth because you barely know the woman and you live is opposing ends of the state. Male #2 is in denial because he so wants to have a child. Two years later, Male #2 finally takes the DNA test to find out his “son” is not his. Yes, I know men this happened to. If I had been either of them, I’d have f*cked her up after I got over the shock of it.

This is wrong beyond wrong. It’s a cruel thing to do to the man and an even crueler thing to do to the child. What if the woman never finds out who the father is? What if her child ends up with a medical issue that can only be explained if the father’s medical history was available? There are so many “what ifs?” to come up with; the biggest one being what if the woman wasn’t being so damned stupid and selfish and either 1) opted to use protection, or 2) opted to use wiser judgment in sleeping with that many men in the first place. I’m sure you’ve all seen or heard of the woman who went on the Maury Povich show at least three times bringing about 15 men on trying to determine paternity. How crazy is that? Three visits, 15 men, and you still haven’t got a winner. What the hell does that say about the woman? I recall what I said, but it would be really unladylike and close to violating FCC rules for me to repeat it.

Whatever the case is, cheating isn’t the ideal thing to do while already in a committed relationship, but cheating and not using something is beyond stupid. I’m not gonna sit on a morality pedastal and say I haven’t messed around with someone else’s man (back in the day) cause I have, but I was sure as hell made sure I/we were protected. I didn’t want to put either of in a position to have to decide on whether or not to keep or terminate. Screw that! In addition, that’s one hella slap in the face to the woman who’s being cheated on that not only did your man cheat; they got pregnant. Nah, I know I was wrong for what I did, but shit, I wasn’t gonna compound it.

I must end now or this could be even longer than it already is, but I had to finally get this out.

Tormented Tuesday

I survived Labor Day weekend and it actually wasn’t quite as bad as I anticipated it to be. Refer to F*ck You Friday for my diatribe on what I thought it would be like, although some of what I mentioned did in fact occur. Anyhoo, I really have nothing of any importance to rant and rave about today. My favorite Bloggers (Nikki, Miss(ed) Manners, WLSW - and the rest of you heathens to name a few!!) haven't posted today and I feel like a crack'ead feenin for my next fix. PLEASE POST SOON!!!! In addition, I’m in an ambiguous place right now and was surfing the Net and came across a wonderful video that partially speaks for me. Check it out and enjoy.

F*ck You Friday!!!

This being Labor Day weekend and the last official weekend of the summer, many people are trying to get one last hurrah in before they go back to school, back to work, end a summer romance, or clean and pack up their vacation homes. For those of us who live near the shore, we endure a special kind of people every summer and Labor Day weekend brings out the ugly in them. Top ten reasons (not in any particular order of relevancy) why I'm calling it F*ck You Friday...

1. Ernesto is beating up the coast with heavy winds and rain ruining cookouts, outdoor activities, and dumping on us because he can.

2. (for the women) Those us who have hair appointments today will have our hair ruined because it's going to rain like the freaking dickens. (Ernesto, you bastard!)

3. The out-of-towners will drive like shit to get out of town causing road rage in their wake.

4. The no smoking ban in NJ will be ignored tonight because there's a One Love (Reggae) Festival at House of Blues in Atlantic City and the weed smokers will ignore it with security doing nothing about it.

5. Moms of every demographic will be in the mall this weekend doing their last minute back to school shopping and will f*ck you up if you get in their way, take the shirt they wanted for little Suzy or Johnny, or have not had enough Valium.

6. Store workers unhappy that they have to work this weekend will likely take their pissy attitudes out on you while you shop or check out.

7. The Labor Day weekend sales will have items in their flyers they wont have in the store, pulling the old bait and switch to force you into purchasing something else and/or spending more than you planned to.

8. Back to Ernesto again, because he’s on an unrelenting mission up the coast, those who cannot cookout will look for open restaurants to eat at, thus causing unexpected mayhem in their wake.

9. There’ll be chaos on the roads as vacationers head home early or are forced to evacuate and they’ll swear the roads were made just for them, so “get the f*ck outta my way” will be the catch phrase for the day.

10. The movies (for those who get cabin fever) will be packed primarily with kids who have nothing better to do than act the fool because it’s the last weekend before school starts and they need to get the summer madness out of their system.

Well, that’s my explanation of F*ck You Friday. I hope you all have a wonderful Labor Day weekend wherever you are.