Becoming More And Being Thankful

At the end of every year we look back at the wonderful and tragic events that have happened in our lives…
…and take inventory...

I’ve realized how easy my life is and it makes me thankful…

My Children are healthy, happy, intelligent, loud, obnoxious, curious and imaginative…they are perfectly Mine.
My Mom and Dad are still around to guide and advise Me…and my relationship with them is wonderful.
My Friends are faithful, fun...and love me so much they get upset with me when I don’t tell them something is wrong.
I have a roof over my head. It’s no mansion for sure and my Mother doesn’t understand why I like my house so much but to me it symbolizes my freedom.
I have food on the table. I’m thankful I know how to cook great meals for next to nothing cost wise.
I’m healthy. Yes, I had 2 surgeries this year but they were not major.
My spiritual life is strong.

My attitude is a matter of perspective for me.
To stand on the kitchen counter for a different view (proverbially unless you wanna see where you need to dust)…and see things from someone else’s point of view is important to me.

I do take time for myself and I am grateful I can and do. I wish some of you would do the same. It’s ok to be a Mom (or Dad) and look good doing it.

My life isn’t perfect. I have my issues just like everyone else.
My matter are small compared to others…POV (Point of view)

Is it wrong of me to want more…?
To want to…
...Become More…?
More for my Children.
More for my Family.
More for my Friends.

Someone said to me a little bit a go…
…”There is a difference between what you believe and what I believe.”
…”You believe you CAN do it. I believe you WILL do it.”
That’s how much love, support and acceptance I have in my life.

I’m thankful everyday for everything and everyONE in my life.

Who Do You Think You Might Vote For?

I’m a Republican (?).
I’m also a Wiccan…
…which some people may not think makes sense.
I’m not the girl who votes party lines as I feel like the Republican party went askew somewhere in the last 30 years.

I have no love for the Republicans, the Democrats or the Tea Party.

I’m fiscally conservative unless it comes to buying shoes.
I’m socially liberal and I like guns.
I believe in States Rights.
If a State wants to legalize Marijuana they should be allowed without interference.
If a State wants to legalize Marriage for ALL people (adult people) they should be allowed…
…If the people of a State vote for something the Federal government should not interfere if that’s what the ‘We the People…’ decide.
If you don’t like it…move to another State of like minded People.

Keep Religion OUT of Politics.
Something has gone terribly wrong.

Note…People who say our country was founded on Religion…it was…Religious FREEDOM, for all, not just a select few.

Note…My regular readers know I love and respect Religions…all Religions, unless they degrade, look down upon others and/or wish to cause harm.
…and please…don’t push your beliefs on Me and I won’t push mine on You.

I feel bad for Mitt Romney. I would never vote for him but I still feel bad for him. It’s gotta be hard being a Mormon. I wonder if JFK, the first and only Catholic to be to be elected President of the US, felt like Mitt when his Religion was attacked?

Note…I once had a Protestant in a small Georgia town once say to a Catholic…
…”Oh so you’re not a Christian?”
Probably one of the dumbest and uneducated things I have ever heard.

So now to…
…’Who are you gonna vote for?’
Is it to early to ask that question?

The field of candidates is piss poor as far as I can tell.

I liked Herman Cain, kinda sad to see him gone.

There seems to be no, “Middle of the Road ‘Guy’”.
There never is though is there?

Those of us that are reasonable, middle of the road and not enveloped by some Religious fundamentalism have to pick the lesser of all evils.

Note…Yes, I said Religious Fundamentalism…
Anyone that thinks that someone else’s belief system is wrong and pushes it on another is a fundamentalist to me.
…And they are in most cases hypocrites.
Higher and mightier but behind closed doors they do that which they preach is wrong.
…and when I say that which they preach as wrong…
I mean…
…Adultery
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheating-spouse.html
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-thinking-about-having-affair.html
(The above is how I feel…I really don’t care what other people do, just don’t be a hypocrite.)
…Lying
…Stealing
…Or even someone that thinks others are inferior.
If you would like to know what I believe you can read the blog below…it might be different than what you think…and I pray everyday to have the patients to endure that of the Religious right that thinks I need to be saved and that I’m wrong or just plain off my rocker.
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-spell.html

I’m NOT a fundamentalist, and I sure don’t want one as my President.
…As far a Obama is concerned I have no great love for him either.

What are we normal average middle of the road people supposed to do?

The 10th Day Before Christmas

’Twas the tenth day before Christmas
She had sent a note out
To men friends around
To help with a treadmill
Stuck in the ground

She heard from one man
The night of the note
Hoping to hear
From more when she woke

Not a peep of a sound
From any around
Had she said something wrong?
She felt kinda down

She let it all go
She would figure it out
She would enlist her friends husbands
They would help without doubt

Off to breakfast she went
To meet her fab crew
A fancy smack talking Posse
That knows how to brew

The waiter named Taylor
Did not stand a chance
As they asked for things
Like Vodka fat chance!

They drank pots of coffee
With fresh whipped cream
As they ate their breakfast
Of eggs like a team

For hours they sat
As their bellies grew
Hopped up on coffee
And a little tea too

The discussion this day
Was the film of the week
Filled with stars and starlets
Past their peak

New Years Eve
They were ready to see
As most of them bowed out
Thinking it wouldn’t please

The 11th Day Before Christmas

'Twas was the eleventh day before Christmas
And she looked all around
A mess she had made
Boxes abound

Papers and tape, ribbons galore
Strewn all over her living room floor
She knew she would have to clean up
Before heading though the door

The post office beckoned
But gifts to procure
For her Family and Friends
She needed forsure

She looked and she browsed
With nothing in-site
Till a text came through
From a Friend with no foresight

A last minute lunch
With CSRM’s
Salads and noodles and a gameboy too
They sat and they chatted for two hours WaHooo

Topics of discussion
Vaginas to boobs
Nothing off limits
For this fabulous crew

They hemed and they hawed
Laughing and chatting
The smack talk was flying
Their ideas wise cracking

A flyer to be made
To hand out to twits
That held up school traffic
And gave us tourettes

The 12th Day Before Christmas

It was the twelfth day before Christmas and all through the house
Only she was stirring
Cause she'd kicked her Children right out
A school day it was much to their dread
She had showered and dressed, heeled shoes to tread

The dishes were done
The kitchen floor swept
She had coupons to look through
For doodads and tools

She was thinking to her self
“What to do with that box?”
Electronics she thought with a chill
“What did I get myself into and do I need a drill!?”

She had cleaned out their closets
To make room for more crap
Her trunk was so full so off to GoodWill
To help someone out and fill their till

Through traffic she flew
Weaving and waving
Only one stop sign was run
‘cause no one was waiting

To WalMart she went
And waited and waited
As the helpers ignored her
She stood unabated

Lloyd with his big belly
His shirt barely fitting
To much time gaming
And to much time not mating

She left empty handed
At Target they will know
With their red shirts a blazing
And a StarBucks it’s just amazing

My Basketball Dilemma

My Daughter, BrownNut plays Basketball…She loves Basketball.

Twice a week her team practices and on Saturdays she has games.
We are in to the second game…
…and second loss.
Neither were close games, they are getting pounded!

I have a dilemma.

Our girls are not aggressive assertive.
They DO have great sportsmanship though.

How do you teach 9 and 10 year old girls to be aggressive assertive?

I’ve been known to be on the aggressive assertive side…
I can hear some of you as you read that…
...”Ya don’t say!”…
…”Wow, way to state the obvious.”

I wasn’t an athlete as a child, I was lanky and accident prone.

I can hear some of you…again...as you read that…

...”Ya don’t say!”…

…”Wow, way to state the obvious.”

When I was in my 20’s and started playing Crud I realized that I really liked winning. When the game was over it ended for me…win or loose I considered it over (I am a “Good game!” Kinda Gal, mostly). Every once in awhile my Ex would go over what I did wrong and how I could improve my game…yes, stupid I know, it was just Crud. I wanted to improve though.

Our ‘teams’ would play both Women and Men. 

The next day I would wake up with bruises all over my thighs and arms and once ended up with cracked ribs…He was a big fella.

When I went to the flight Doc about my ribs that week she said…

…”You played a great game.” 

Later I was able to coach/teach other Women how to play Crud…
I enjoyed teaching the Women how to play.
Some of them were already aggressive assertive and didn’t mind getting in someones face, others needed a little pushing and prodding…
We were adults though…I could say what I wanted to them and they could say what they wanted back to me...

I’m not my Daughters coach. I've never played basketball…I don’t know the rules of the game (I’m learning slowly).

What I do know are some lessons for life...
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/12/lessons-for-our-children.html

To teach young Girls to be aggressive assertive is something I can do/want to do.
I’m all about empowerment…and Girl power.
…and if you want a motivational speech…That I CAN do.

I of course would have to watch my language…
I wonder if the Coach would let me?

Lessons For Our Children

Here we are, Parent’s trying to instill qualities of leadership, independence, good manners and sportsmanship in our Children.

When our Children commence on a new journey they usually do it with idealism, naivete and the belief that youth calls out…
...”Anything is possible!”

We need teach them to…
…Read before writing.
…Think before speaking.
…Every action will cause a reaction.
…Consider the consequences.
…Never tear someone down to build yourself up.
…Challenge each other to strive for their personal best.
…Cheer each other on.

That the minimum doesn’t cut it…

…Run a bit faster and longer.

…Read one more page.

…Nothing is free.
…Hard work is worth it.

…Commit to do your best.

I’ve run into something else we need to teach, specifically to our Girls.

How to be assertive.

I’m talking about teaching them to fight and stand up for themselves. 

…all the while working with a team.

Society often calls a Woman that holds her ground or goes after something she wants...
...a Bitch.
We need to teach them there is another word aggressive ASSERTIVE.

They will fail sometimes and “Hey, life’s not always fair”…
…That there are people that are not compassionate, are not team players…and will try to bring them down.
In those instances that’s when they will have to be ASSERTIVE.
…Even if they are not the taller person, they can be the bigger one.
…Even if they are not the loudest their voice can be heard.

Having a strong resolve and being assertive can launch them to great things…and with hard work they can and will change the world…and God knows we need a change.

Note…When I referred to the word, Bitch, I’m not talking about the stab in the back, not accept an apology or talking shit about people they have never met…kind of Bitch. (Those ones are just jealous of another’s______ fill in the blank;)

Road Rage

I have serious anger issues…I laugh as I type…’cause I really don’t.

That Kiss and Drop line Piss and Drop line though or the Stop and Go Kick and Go whatever you want to call it puts me over the edge almost every morning!

I must mouth…”YOUR STUPID!” a hundred times…Ok, maybe not really a hundred, I exaggerate.

One day I fear this will happen…
I will be minding my own business at some middle class run of the mill establishment like Target or Starbucks.

Note...There is a Starbucks in our Target so for my story line I’ll be in Target after a visit to Starbucks. …

I’ll have my steamy, skinny latte with whip in hand, dressed like I just came from or am going to some shindig that no one else was invited to including me and I will be perusing the isles for nothing in particular killin’ time before I head to lunch with my Friends and some stranger in sweat pants pushing a cart filled with picture frames that she will put photos of her Children in, hang them on the wall in her house she doesn’t clean often enough and is decorated with ducks, plaid and lazy easychairs...will approach me…
This is what will go down…

Her…”You have a serious problem.”

Note…she will recognize me. I won’t recognize her because the last time I saw her she had infuriated me with her stupid, retarded, mentally slow self  to the point that my eyes had glazed over with fury she had made me so angry...

Me…”I’m sorry is there toilet paper hanging from my pants?” As I smile and flash my intensely white teeth…
…I consider toilet paper hanging out of my pants a serious problem.
Her…”No…What is your problem at the school?!”
Me…”Ohhhhhh.” I gaze at her feeling bad ‘cause she doesn’t know…
…THAT SHE’S STUPID!
Me…”What kind of car, truck or van do you drive?”

I will then give a diatribe calmly describing my issues with retarded mentally slow people and that there was…
…no need to sit in her car and watch her Child get INTO the school building and hold up all the traffic.
…wait for some other retard mentally slow person to let her in the  OTHER lane as she holds up all the traffic, when she should be already dropping her Child off ‘cause HER lane is EMPTY.
There are a lot of issues I have and everyday someone does something even more retarded mentally slow which creates more issues with me.

Enough about the school…now I’m gonna bitch about other retards mentally slow people...

Indicators…
An indicator is that little dodad to the left of your steering wheel that you flip up for right and down for left.
…or if you have ever lived where ya drove on the left side you just turn your windshield wipers on…
As I was saying…
This morning I’m at a stop sign and a car is coming down the road, in the left lane. I see this and start to pull out…this jackass though doesn’t know where his indicators are I’m guessing(?) and that under normal circumstance if you are changing lanes or turning you INDICATE to those around you of your intentions…Because I had to come to a crashing screaming halt because YOU didn’t INDICATE you were gonna randomly change lanes for no other reason that I can gather but to give me fodder for this ridiculous bitchy blog!
You’re Mcfucktard.

I could go on and on about indicators…I have a problem when people don’t use them because to many people think they are special (?)…yeah they are, short bus special!

Note…Don’t get your panties in a wad just ‘cause I made a reference to ‘the short bus’.

Oh and one more thing…
…for now…
Speeding…
Speeding is fine. It’s not really putting you out, or me…If you are going faster than me I’ll INDICATE I’ll get out of the way and into the other lane to let you by. I’m NOT the Mcfucktard that will deliberately slow down in front of you.
I however will most likely be the one going the fastest…
‘Cause if you haven’t noticed yet I’m going nowhere…FAST!

Note…I don’t really have road rage…I’m usually laughing at peoples retarded-ness mentally slow actions so hard I’m crying.

What To Do When You Are A White Girl And Your Daughter Has Black Hair

This is gonna be odd I know…
I cover SO many subjects you might think this one is out of the blue…
…it’s not.

I have several friends who have adopted children…My friends are caucasian white women….they have Children that were adopted and are black they are not African American these were domestic adoptions.

There is a HUGE hair issue…any black Woman would agree…our fashizzle is just not the same.

What do you do though if your little girl has hair that is totally out of your realm of experience and knowledge?

Note…I’m not really gonna help you…well I am…I’m just gonna do it my way…ya know, “Make it your own.”…”You mean do it ourselves?”
Yes…that’s an old school quote from The Un-Holy Trinity Me, Myself and I that is sometimes called Barbie….or African Barbie to ShowGirl;)

Here is what ya do…and I learned this from F3 who’s daughter is half Black and half Laotian…her hair is ALL black though!

You stalk the ‘black hair’ section at Wal Mart and accost some poor black Woman ok, you just made an assumption that I meant she didn’t have money but I mean is that this ‘poor’ woman you hope has some compassion and will take the time to listen to your story and see your daughter’s jacked up hair and feel bad for you cause you are just a white girl with no clue how to ‘do’ black hair and ask her for advice.