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!

Random Things That Piss Me Off

A rant if you will. Things that make my blood boil just a little more than normal. If you feel like this may be about you... it probably is and if you choose to get offended... well, that is up to you.

Labeling Your Child - More and more I am seeing people saying that their child has this or has that. Now I am no doctor but chances are your kid is probably being a little shit at the restaurant because A) You don't want to discipline them for fear of them hating you or B) Please see scenario A.

Cheer Mom's - Living vicariously through your teenager. What the fuck?! The mom wasn't popular in high school so the need to fit in with their teenager runs through their veins. They will do anything for the crown even kill someone. Google 'Willing to Kill: The Texas Cheerleader Story'! It's real.

Helicopter Parent - I'll admit it... I have been the helicopter mom. Of course, I worry about my daughter running down a rock hill full speed ahead because that is something you would never catch me doing, however I have made improvements. When we go to the park I am not as connected to her hip as I once was. I cut the umbilical cord 4 years after she was born! Learn to let go of your babies and let them have fun and get hurt and then when they get hurt, tell them to shake it off!

Sharing Too Much On Social Media - I know this girl who will post EVERYTHING on Facebook. Her baby daddy went to prison, he was cheating on her, she hated him, she loved him, he hit her, stole her car. She went into detail on everything she posted. I felt so embarrassed for her but more so for her children who will read it 15 years from now or much sooner. Aggravating as HELL!

Slow Drivers - You take a drivers test around 16 you learn that the left lane is at least 10 miles over the speed limit. Okay you don't learn that, but it's just a cardinal rule. My half mom is the worst. She isn't good with directions either. I have to believe she moved in with my Dad at 19 because she can't drive. Being the passenger in a vehicle as all the others drivers pass us I look down with shame. I know, I am a bitch and she will probably read this and then spit in my spaghetti but I will have deserved it.

Negativity - Debbie Downer's and Negative Ned's. Just go away.

People That Make You Feel Bad - You know those people they will say things like "you are so skinny" "how do you eat so much but don't gain weight?" Um because Jesus wanted me to eat a whole fucking pizza by myself and not gain weight...? STFU and let me eat my damn pizza.

The Pass-By Feel-Up - The guys that feel the need to rub up on me acting like there isn't much room to get by. I was at Home Depot a few weeks with my step mom getting a sprinkler and flowers. While standing at the check-out line this dude grazes my butt with his arm,  he even went for round two on his way back out the store. Really, asshole?

Put Your Tit Up - What the hell is up with that? I have nothing against breastfeeding but really do you have to post the picture of it happening? "Oh look at me! I'm such a good mom" I don't want to fucking see that shit. Of course I will look at it! Who wouldn't? This generation is trying to prove too damn much. Ladies keep that shit private.

So You're Gay - Why do people feel the need to come "out of the closet"? Or make a special announcement at an award ceremony? Or hold a press conference? Or make a Youtube video about their "special announcement"? Nobody fucking cares! Just like nobody cares that I am not gay! What are you looking for? Acceptance? Well fucking accept that I am a girl who likes men.

Like I said above, if any of this offends you. Get the fuck over it!

Nobody Can Measure Up To Mr. Rick

I truly believe that no one is better than Mr. Rick, also known as my Dad. In my twenty-six years I have never seen him raise his voice. He is the type of man who doesn't fight. The kind of person who lives life to the fullest and nothing and I mean absolutely NOTHING can bring him down. Cancer? Nope he beat that like the champion he is. Fourth child having open heart surgery? Never did his strength waiver. Funny? Yes, I have to admit it. If he ever finds out that I wrote a post about him he will ask me who thought he was 'hot' from the picture that I have posted. Right now he is currently bringing up the memory of an ex of mine who threw his precious mason jars in the fire pit. (Stay tuned for that story it's the best one.)

My dad works hard everyday. He had a hernia once and went to work the very next day. I have seen him cry one time due to me being a hormonal teenage bitch a moment I wish I could erase. Once a week he gets an infusion to keep him healthy. Most people would use that as a way to get attention. He hates attention...unless it's a hot girl that is flirting with him. He won't let anything or anyone stop him from living. 

He raised my brothers and I to work hard for everything. For my Sweet Sixteen his birthday gift to me was a brand new 2005 Jeep Liberty. He handed me the keys and said, 'Happy Birthday, go get a job' and if I made the payments the car was mine. So the next day I began working at a horrible Chinese restaurant. At sixteen having a job to pay for my car seemed ridiculous. All of my hard earned money was going towards a car payment. Today I am thankful for that. I work hard for everything I have and I never ask for a handout. This is a top quality of mine I feel good about. 

If you ever get me on the topic of my dad I will talk your ear off. Proud and I ain't afraid to say that nobody will measure up to him. 

My 30 Day Hair Challenge

At one point in a girl's life you may hear her complain about her hair. You may hear such things like, 'it won't grow fast enough', 'I'm gonna chop it off!' or 'The weather is shit and I can't girl'. Genetically we are programmed to complain about things that we can't control. It is in our DNA.

Ladies, I don't know about you but I will never spend a crazy amount of money on my hair. I buy Herbal Essence Long Term Relationship Shampoo and Conditioner. Sadly, the longest relationship I've ever had was with my conditioner. I blow dry, straighten and sometimes curl it if I'm feeling extra lady like. Don't ask me what my natural hair color is because I have colored it every color in the rainbow. Here lately I have not been coloring it because I don't want to keep up with the maintenance and Lord knows I have a long list of other things I need to get done, like swiping left or swiping right.

Here is the list of things I have tried to help keep it healthy.

• Deep Conditioned (No complaints surprisingly)
• Biotin (Didn't last long)
• Cut it regularly myself (anything to save a penny)
• Gone a few days without washing it (Whoever can do this I am jealous)
• Coconut Oil (If you attempt this I suggest rinsing it out in the backyard)

In an effort to grow my hair, I am taking a 30 Day Hair Challenge. Over the next thirty days I will not blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair. I will simply let it air dry. Today was the first day.

Over the next thirty days I hope to gain longer, stronger and beautiful hair. Maybe this will help me gain those qualities in a relationship. Are you up for my 30 day challenge?

Blinded By Red Flags

I have to question myself. How do I miss these red flags? I truly believe at the beginning of my relationships I am blinded by love infatuation. Friends and family will question me and I will immediately become defensive. My best responses to my friends and family are, "You just don't know him" or my personal favorite is,"We all have a past and I shouldn't judge someone because of their past".

I have always been extremely I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T yet I still want someone to share life with and grow with me. Maybe I rush into things too quickly, but I want the fairy tale so badly that I will let things slide. Each relationship that I end, it starts to take away a part of me that is good. which is the caring side. On a scale of a little crazy to out of your mind, this next boy would fall into the category of insane! Let's call him, Jason. Jason could be described as a moocher, insecure, aggressive and manipulative.

We met through mutual friends and growing up in a small town, everybody knows everybody. It was more of a Kindergarten crush. He wore cowboys boots, starched jeans, button up shirts, and drove a really nice truck. The whole "Cowboy Package" makes me silly in the head. Jason lived with his parents (red flag) and he had the dramatic stories of "every girl cheats on me" (red flag). I let him stay at my house and he slowly started to leave his things at my castle (red flag). I told him that I didn't want him staying at my house every night and he took the news surprisingly well. Cool! He gets it. He understands I enjoy my alone time. So far, so good.

So one night we get invited to go see a small country band that played at a local bar we frequented. How fun, right? Enjoying my adult time, drinking some adult beverages, this is golden. He is talking to people, I am talking to people. Everything in the small town of McKinney, Texas was fabulous, until... I gave this guy a hug. Jason FREAKED. OUT! Storming up to me very heated, he yanked my arm, while rudely interrupting me and telling me that I wasn't aloud to talk to any guys while calling me all the derogatory names you can call a female. Standing there, I was shaking from anger because he had just put his hands on me and had embarrassed me in front of a family member. Yes you read that right, it was a family member. The guy I gave a hug to was my uncle! As everything was going down I was trying to wrap my brain around the situation. I couldn't believe it! He was so angry and was yelling at me about how I was disrespecting him and all the embarrassment that I was causing him. At this point, I was just staring at him with disgust and at that moment I knew I had to end it. This was, once again, not my fairy tale ending.

The next morning, I woke up and once again realized I was blinded by red flags feeling defeated and ashamed. I had another failed relationship to add to the growing list. I am never ready to hear my parents or friends say the dreaded words, "We told you so", but like a big girl, I had to put my big girl panties on and take it. Cause ain't nobody got time for controlling assholes and I should have listened to my friends and family in the first place!

Top 10 Reasons Why Dating Sucks

What can I say? Dating SUCKS! Times have changed and it seems like dating has turned into a bigger game than it used to be. I am not sure if it is my generation or how it is now the norm to find a date via the worldwide web or an app such as Tinder or Match.com. Is it me? Am I doing it wrong? Why does dating have to suck? Here are my top 10 reasons why dating sucks! Let me know if I missed anything.

1. The Awkward First Date: Why does it have to be awkward? We all know going in that we want to impress. Honestly I don't want to go to dinner and order a salad for the fear of stuffing my face too much. But we all go with the salad or the thing that won't get you messy. Who will pay? Do we split the bill? Do I grab my wallet with intentions on paying but hoping that HE is a MAN and he will pay?

2. The Actual Date: Where do we go? Why does it have to be so impressive? The craving of Mexican food but knowing it doesn't sit well most of the time. It would be awesome to skip all the 'firsts' and go straight to enjoying the company of one another.

3. The "What are we?" talk: So things are going good, you've been on a few dates. You want to know that you're the only one he has eyes for, BUT you don't want to be that girl who seems needy.

4. Did he Really Try to Kiss Me: WHAT THE HELL? A lady never kisses on the first date. Call me a prude all you want but I will make you work for what I have to offer.

5. Finding the Datable: It's not like it used to be. The normal is now scrolling through pictures, reading a little blurb about them and wondering if they just want your goodies. Basically what are their intentions?

6. The "What do you do for fun?"question: ERRMM really? Did you really just ask me that? I like to go on long walks at the beach while hearing you recite love poems.

7. The Games: Am I supposed to wait to respond three days after the date? WHY WHY WHY? Why is this a thing? I shouldn't be worried that you will think I am 'crazy' because I respond and show interest immediately. We are on a time clock here and I could be gone tomorrow. Waiting games SUCK.

8. I'm Just Not into You: This doesn't mean I am a bad person. I may not be as into World of Warcraft as you are and that is okay.

9. The "Oh Shit, What Did I Get Myself Into?": You know? The part where he tells you that he has four kids from all different ladies or that he is 32 and lives at home with his mama. Yet you just got started on the date.

10. The Awkward Ending of the Date; 
Me: "I had a great time with you tonight!"
Date: "Yes, I had such a lovely time"
Me: "I would love to see you again"
Date: "Me too!"
Walks into my house thinking am I really going to see him again? Did he really have fun or is he just being nice?
Me: "OMG I am terrible at this! Where is my fairy God Mother at when I need her?"

I absolutely hate these things about dating. Can you add to my top 10 reasons why dating sucks?

Are you a humble brag?

When you see a homeless person do you try to give what you can? If you see someone is being picked on, do you stop and help? Do you help the elderly? Have you gone out of your way to open the door for someone? Have you ever paid for a strangers drink or food? Picked up a hitchhiker? Paid a tab for somebody in the military? Have you ever tipped your server more than 20%? Saved a life?

If you can say yes to any of the above, here is what I have to say to you. You're a wonderful person. It takes a special kind of human to go out of their way to do good for a complete stranger. Yes, you do deserve praise, but from who? Social media? Somebody that you are trying to impress? To help yourself feel better? All of which is just a little disheartening in my opinion. Why do you need to advertise the good things you've done? Boasting about yourself is begging for praise when the whole idea of giving is to lend a helping hand. That's all it is. When you give somebody something it should be a selfless act. Actions speak louder than words. So why brag about it? Why make it your Facebook status or Tweet it? It's an act of kindness, not a 'look at me, look what I did.' 

All I can hope from this post is that you will rethink your acts of kindness. 

Are you a humble brag?