Sick And Tired Of This Feminism Talk

I came across a really funny picture of a girl making a "gross" face, at the top it read 'when he's shorter than you'. Hilarious, I laughed so hard because it is so true. We ALL judge each other and don't you even lie about it either. Everybody is judging the shit out of you the instant they see you or hear you speak. Now my problem with this picture is if a guy posted that same face saying something about seeing an 'angled picture' but finding out she is fat. He would get ATTACKED and that is what's not fair.

A guy can't help that he is short but you ladies can help yourself by not eating so many damn Twinkies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I may not be politically correct saying anything that I am about to say but I am so tired of hearing these same women posting those hilarious pictures wanting equal rights and to be treated fair. If you want to be treated fair then you need to start showing men the same respect you want. Treat men the same way you would want your son treated by another woman.

Let me shock you all for just a minute here... you would not last a second in a man's shoes and you don't belong there. Men and women are so very different in everything so I can not understand why women think they should run for president of this country or join a football team of all boys. Now, don't get me wrong I want to be treated like an equal and have a fair chance at most things a man can do but damn there are just some things that men do better than women. At the same time there are things a women can do better than a man, like complain about everything!

I love being a lady. I love pretending I can't open a jar hoping to make my man feel special for helping me. I love when a guy pulls me close while out in public to 'protect' me from others. I love men opening the door for me. I love a man letting me walk in first somewhere. I love the idea of being a 'trophy wife' that does not offend me at all so why does it offend others? I embrace being a women and I'm not afraid to admit that I can't do everything a man can.

I can't wait to be a wife one day and cook my man a meal every damn day even though it will taste like cardboard (maybe I should take some cooking classes before I attempt that one.) I can't wait to take care of my man. I can't wait to be slapped on the ass randomly. I can't wait to be treated like a woman because I damn sure don't want the same responsibilities a man has. And I can't wait to see how many friends I may lose over saying these things.

Peace out, homies.

An Open Letter

One of life's biggest mysteries - why do parents abandon their children? Selfish, is the only thing I can come up with. I can remember this very distinctive feeling of guilt consume me for about a month when Logan was away with her dad and I had some adult time to myself. I felt so guilty for having fun without her. WHY!? She is being taken care of by her dad and he has just as much responsibility as I do. Something to do with being a mother, I assume. So how can some parents not care?

They could go weeks without communication, not knowing if the kid they made is dead. Mothers choose men over their children and it's fucking disgusting. Sadly, I have seen more abandonment from mothers. You carry the baby for 9 months, feel them kick, hiccup and move around - I cannot wrap my head around it.

So here is my open letter to all the moms that abandon their children.

Dear Moms,

I am sure you are dealing with your own demons and I am sorry for that. My only hope is that you can find the help you need before it's too late. Life isn't going to wait for you. It's time to recognize your faults, own them, and fix them. Stop bringing my family into your problems. I used to feel sorry for you, make excuses for you, lie for you, and defend you until I was blue in the face but now I will no longer do that. A part of me will always wish for you to be who I think you should be as a mom but it's seriously screwing with my head. Also, I haven't been given nearly enough credit to the mom that took the place of you for fear of hurting your feelings. (Shout out!) I feel that most children who have been abandoned hold on so tightly to the hope that they'll be magically rescued by the very person that left them. Fortunately, for myself, at 26 I can let it gooooo and be thankful I have a mother figure who I can share my ridiculousness with. In closing, I wish the best for you and pray that you will one day look back and accept the horrible mistakes you've made and then move forward and stop repeating these same mistakes.

Sincerely,

Your Daughter That Rose Above Your Bullshit

Random & Free: It Has Never Felt So Good

Hey! It's been a while since I have shared my thoughts. For once, I won't be complaining. Yippie! Most of you already know that I have moved to San Antonio about a year ago. My parents moved here about five years ago and as much as I adore them I never thought that I would make the move myself. Well I did and could not be happier. I do miss my dear friends in McKinney (Courtney Lilly & Chelsea Noble) but it was a great move for my daughter and I. We've both grown so much in such little time. I have become more confident in myself and finally stopped settling. Logan has broken out of her quiet little shell and has been enjoying the country living. It's wonderful!

After high school I thought I was grown and was responsible but I've learned so much these past few months about myself, that had I taken the time to figure out at eighteen, it would have saved me a ton of heartache. Of course, everything I have gone through has made me stronger, better, tougher and blah blah blah, but damn some of the things I did or said... has left me scratching my head wondering what the f$#k was I thinking. Oh well, I am moving on from that. I am done reliving those moments in my head. Twenty-six has never felt so amazing. I can do anything I want, except get more tattoos (my parents sure do have a way of creeping into my head when I make life decisions lately, but for that I am thankful) or fly to Mexico on a three day weekend but who cares, we are truly happy.

Letting go of my past. Letting go of the negative people. Letting go of hurt. Letting go of the pain. All I can do is pray for you.

Side note: Who else is happy that we will have a new president in 480 days, give or take?

5 Things You Need To Know Before Dating A Single Mom

This is more if you date me, not everyone has the same story, but I imagine that parents all have these same thoughts, feelings or rules. I have been blessed with a beautiful, unique and silly daughter and  fortunately when you date me I come as a package deal. Sadly, I have run into quite a few mishaps when I have dated someone, so I decided to tell you 5 things you need to know before dating a single mom like me. 

• Her dad is in the picture, we get along very well. I am not sure if that may be an intimidation factor but come to find out that seems to scare boys. If you can't accept a situation where mom communicates with the child's dad and has to sometimes be around him during birthday parties and school events,  then sorry Charlie. We are a team and in order for our daughter to grow and not be mentally screwed up, then we have to work together. 

• Her needs come before my own needs, therefore her needs definitely come before your needs. No, I won't be going out when she goes to sleep because I choose to be there for those 3:00AM scares when she hears a monster or the times when she wakes up with a stomach ache. 

• I want to hear your thoughts and opinions. I am not one to say my way or no way but just know ultimately I will have the last word. Her dad and I will decide how we discipline and raise her, however the man that is lucky enough to marry me, will be able to join our parenting team and help decide on how to raise her.

• My judgement on who will get the opportunity to be around her hasn't been that good in the past but that has changed. Nothing you say or do will ever make me feel comfortable with you being around her for a while; at least 10 years. No, not really, but when the time is right, I will let you know.

• When it comes to dating and going out, it may be hard for you to understand but I live my life on grown up hours. I have a full time job and I am a mom. I don't get to spend enough time with my daughter so I value my time with her and like I said above, "Her needs come before my own needs, therefore her needs definitely come before your needs." So if we go out and I need to be home by 8pm to give her a bath, read her a story, and kiss her good night (and sneak in a few episodes of Dance Moms), then I hope you can understand but if not, sorry not sorry. As much as you want to get to know me, I want to get to know you just as much but I have to split my time.

Dating can be hard but I think it is so much harder for single moms. If you happen to find yourself a single mother who lives up to these values, then you have found someone you will never have to worry about when it comes to raising children, possibly your future children.

Fuck Internet Dating

Fuck Tinder.

Fuck Match.com.

Fuck eHarmony.

Fuck FarmersOnly.

Fuckkkkkkkk Internet dating!!!

I'm challenging myself to meet someone via grocery store, library, mall, etc. My challenge will be taking advantage of seeing someone in person, walking up to them and starting a conversation. So Stone Age...(I know). I am getting up to my head mother flippin' annoyed finding a date from a damn website. I want to feel my heart beat in my throat and feel my face flush by actual human interaction. And for fuck's sake I don't want to text all day! I don't need constant communication with someone I just met. I want to get to know someone slowly, you know, be excited to see him and learn little quirks like how they chew food cause if it's loud that ain't gonna sail this ship. Does he play air drums or strum the air guitar to Luke Bryan? Cause swoon. Heart eyes emoji.

Maybe it really is me... I could be totally insane for wanting something that matures over time, like over at least a month. Shit, I am in and out of a relationship before the milk in my fridge expires. I can't understand anyone that doesn't enjoy some alone time. My favorite time of the day is when I get home, turn on the television and see Abby Lee Miller yelling at children. We all have guilty pleasures and one of mine involves going to Mickey D's, cracking jokes with my mom while sneaking Dr. Pepper in the house and hiding them from my dad who is trying to stop the addiction. Please, I don't want to explain that I didn't answer my phone for that 5 minute trip. FACK!

Who knows, maybe I will meet someone that I will want to spend every waking minute with but until then I'll be stalking the isles of HEB.

To The Guy That Always Comes Back

To that guy,

We go from going on a few great dates, getting to know each other and then to a complete halt. First I want to thank you by giving me something to blog about and second I want to know why? What happened? Did my stubborn ways of going after what I want scare you? Was I not spreading my legs fast enough for you? Possibly my strong opinions intimidated you? Was it putting my child first or not being available for you at the drop of the dime? If any of those reasons were for the no call backs or texts then thank you for that. You saved me from what I am trying to get away from. I no longer need to waste my time on you. I will find that time I was wasting for someone that values my thoughts and opinions.

What I can say is, that it truly sucks when this happens. I began to wonder if I should keep my mouth shut more. I start to think that maybe the only reason a man wants to pursue me is for my looks. But that can't be it because they always come back. I get the text or phone call wondering how I have been or how my Jeep has been and that my friends... is a bunch of bullshit! So, ladies, if this happens to you, just remember all of the wonderful things that you and I have to offer to someone and whoever gets our hearts is going to be one lucky guy.

Sincerely,

That Girl Who Is Tired Of Your Bullshit

Suck It Up And Deal... Dress Codes Matter

Listen up kids, put away the kik, quit snap chatting, set your iPhone down, stop worrying if your eyebrows are on fleek, get rid of the booze and pot, shit is about to get real! I am not here to hate on y'all, but what the hell are y'all doing with your lives? I have seen videos fighting over petty shit. I have seen comments that make absolutely no sense... like are you drunk or high? I've seen videos of some smoking pot or taking shots. Think about how your mother or even grandmother would feel. Stop the madness!!

My rant here today will be the school dress code, it's a rule, right? Why do some of you fight the rules? Let me preface by saying that it will never end. Dress codes will never go away no matter the age. Someday, you'll get a job and guess what... there will be a dress code. Inevitably, you will attend a funeral... dress code. Maybe you are interviewing for a job... dress code! One day if you get enough money and want to eat at one of those fancy restaurants, guess what again.. dress freaking code! You cannot run from it.

Been there, done that. I hated dress codes in school. I couldn't find shorts to reach the end of my fingertips, I wanted purple hair, cute strapless sandals, it was hard enough to find a shirt long enough to cover my midriff when I raised my hands. I know, first world problems. And I'll be damned if I ever raised my voice when the teacher or principle told me I needed to change, it never crossed my mind to become defensive, or to cry poor me. I put on that long ass t-shirt, went back to class to get my learn on. And shame on your mamas for trying to defend you when you knowingly went against the dress code! Shame, Shame Shame, their mama is probably shaking their head at your mama for allowing you to go against the published rules.

I don't understand why children think they are better than rules. You are at school to learn, plain and simple. You are not there to worry about what's fair or that boys can't focus because your tits and ass are hanging out. I'd be staring at you too. What you need to worry about is shutting your mouth, learn  about Quantum Physics, and get that diploma.

Save the butt shorts for non school hours and shutttttt up!