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Saturday, September 17, 2016

Not a cool kid

Not a Cool Kid

As I look at today's generation of children, and back at my generation during adolescence through High School, I am saddened.
What happened to being a kid?
What happened to Adults taking care of the Adulting and children being able to be children?

Have we as parents really become "that" parent? Or those "parent's"?

The parents that overcompensate due to having a restricted or overly spoiled childhood?

Which has resulted in our children being spoiled, disrespectful and hateful.
These children do not understand the value of a dollar nor do they care to learn.
Instead of earning whatever the latest fad product may be, or buying it with their own money they beg and plead until one of two things happen:

1. The parent gives in because they are tired of listening to the child begging.

2. The child throws a fit, cops attitude, starts crying ane runs to the other parent to stress how "mean" you just were to them. (The child then gets double what ever it was that they wanted because parents do not communicate with each other it's only through the children.This is a typical broken family (historically speaking)

I never had the opportunity to be a spoiled brat, nor did I care to be a spoiled brat. I was often jealous of others and their belongings or stability or whatnot.
I watched people I went to school with, they really were pretty, but brainless and spoiled. (For the most part)

I grew up in a small town.
A REALLY small town.
We had a Walmart.
One Walmart, a K-Mart (about 45 mins away), Expensive boutiques, (which our family could never afford)  and a mall in "The City".

I never visited these places until high School and into adulthood.

I was made fun of throughout childhood because of the clothing I wore, the family I came from, and the social status in which my family kept.

"Trailer Trash"
"Skank"
"Druggie Girl"

Terminology often heard in hushed whispers or written on the bathroom walls.

The point of this particular blog is to reminisce of my childhood and analyse why children are behaving in the manner that they are.

Now, that I am an adult i have realized the following:

Understanding the value of a dollar makes a lot more sense when you do not have one.

I realize that happiness is not bought but self-made. Though children (mine especially) like to accuse parents of this frequently.

I understand that true friends are present in ones life always. They are not around  24/7 but are present when needed.

I understand my children do not like me, thats ok. I know I  am doing a great job parenting if they dislike me, most of the time.

When I was a little kid, I couldn't wait to be an adult to make my own rules, buy my own stuff ect. I realize now that Adulting sucks.

I want my children to be children as long as possible, without having fear, without being spoiled and without peanut gallery comments stated to belittle or demean them or their parents.

But who am I?
I am not a cool kid.

Friday, September 16, 2016

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Navy Ball: What (NOT) to wear.

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

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Thursday, September 8, 2016

I want to just be.

🔴🔴Attention friends, family & Obama: 🔴🔴

I would like to apologize for my hiatus as of late.
My life has become a whirlwind of unorganized chaos.
I am at a loss for words and happiness at the moment while I am pursuing my way to a happier, more productive and less stressful life.
I love you all, you have all been a tremendous part of the creation of me. Now I must put all the pieces together and become who I am meant to be.
Please bear with me.
Again, I apologize for being distant, missing events or not responding to messages, emails or texts.
Love you all.
XXOO

Saturday, September 3, 2016

The sun sets and rises

As I gaze at the river, the waters are calm.
The air is warm and humid.
The smell is putrid.

The foliage lush and green, a sign that summer is in full swing
With the birds chirping relentlessly and the families big and small riding bikes and strolling, waiting on food or trying to get into shape.

All unaware I am watching them.

The smell of BBQ fills my nostrils from a nearby restaurant.

I sit and watch as a sweat-covered gangly man, scratches his nose as sweat drips down his face.

The fat little girl rides her bike, trying to keep up with the rest of her family. Poor girl, with the tear-filled eyes.

The mom, with two youngsters, stops suddenly. She has a scowl on her face as she pulls the boy aside scolding him for something I cannot hear.
The young girl pouts, as her brother's tears run down his face.

A blonde bimbo with enormous fake breasts zooms by on her name brand bike, probably the first time she's ever ridden it.
Her husband, I assume is close behind.

The young moms with helmets trying to lead by example.
As their youngsters ride by.

A big lady with a northern accent yells at her her father, "you have to push the red button"
Her son, Lucian starts walking down the path--
Beep, beep, beep
The horn continues.
"Dad, the red button..  Lucian wait..."
" OK Patricia."yells the dad from the white suburban.
They family starts down the path.
The horn begins again as they disappear around the bend.

Oh hell.

Lucian comes running back, he has a speech impediment and cannot pronounce his R's correctly.
He is followed by his sister.

Observations.
Being aware of one's surroundings.
Being aware.
Just being.

Namaste'.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Quality vs insanity

Good afternoon, good evening and morning...

My life as most would say has not been easy.
I am the atypical stereotype female, most would say.
Broken family, missing father, younger siblings, working single mother, bad grades, bad attitude, constant judgement by ones that shouldn't.

Blah, blah, blah

I am an adult now.
My life has drastically changed for better and worse.
Life cycles evolve, people change
Loved ones dissappear and new friends are made

The past is the past.
I have forgiven, but will never forget.

Certain scents, sounds and places fill my emotional psyche to a plethora of feelings internally and externally.
I have realized this is the way of the mind.

The mind is powerfully made.
The mind is a mother board of information in which we only access pieces and bits.

Why is this?

Do we choose getting today over as our goal?
We have evolved into 4 process robotic zombies.

Process 1. open our eyes- damn, still alive...
Process 2. Commence repetitive daily routine
Process 3. Retire daily routine
Process 4. Close eyes- pray for a better day

I state these witnessed facts as an observation of human life.

Am I guilty of acting on the Robotic Zombie Process, most definitely.

Do I strive today to be, do, act and persevere as though I am able to achieve all of my goals, hopes and dreams, most definitely.

Life is short.
Stress is high.

To be happy is a choice.
To not sweat the small stuff, is a choice.
To take baby steps in life to "stop and smell the roses" is a choice.
To act out in a classless and tactless manner due to a negatigr experience is a choice.

What choices will I make today to improve my quality of life?