I have to say something. I do not care who you voted for, or if you like me did not vote at all.
I want a president in office that would do his job. Someone that would fight for this country. Someone that was born in America, Someone who has fought for this country in the military, and will continue to fight for her.
Someone that will not try to do something because it is the popular thing to do, but someone that will do it because it is right.
But, who am I to say anything? I am just a citizen that thinks back to the history lessons where people went against the grain to make this country free. They signed a document to make this country what it should be. But, not what it is today.
Am I trying to be controversial with this, No way. I am saying that this country has not been going the direction that was set when it was formed for many years now. What the house wants is for themselves not for this country.
I enlisted into the Marine Corps because I wanted to fight for this country. I was willing to do what it takes. If I was still in, you can bet your bottom dollar that I would have.
I believe in this country and know that with the right leadership, someone that wants to put this country back in line, we can become a strong country.
Right now, countries are pulling out of the dollar. You want to know why the dollar is worth less and less that is why. We keep making the mints and spending it, though we don’t have the money to do so. When we run out of physical cash we put it on loan in the form or credit cards and think paying it back is the way to go.
Am I against credit cards NO way. I am simply saying that we are spending money that we don’t have as a country. And that my friends is why the dollar is being pulled away from by other countries.
I could go on and on about this stuff. But, the thing is, you will read this and think about it but forget it. I can’t do anything about this alone. But, I don’t want to sit here as a mother and not know that I have not put my word out there. My opinion if you will.
Read this, like it, share it, but don’t forget about it. This is your country too!
I have to say something. I do not care who you voted for, or if you like me did not vote at all.
A friend of mine on twitter asked the question about hoarding.
I could probably from life experience write a novel about it. But, I will make this brief. (As I can).
My grandmother has a problem with hoarding and has for a very long time. My grandfather passed away in 1993, and since then it started and got worse and worse. I love my grandmother and in no way am trying to blast her or make her sound like a bad person.
The thing about it is, I think that she did not have the intention for things to get out of hand like they did. Yet, most of my life I lived in that house with her in that condition. I am talking about a path way to walk through the house. No, I did not have house hold chores. What really could I do? I washed dishes and vacuumed what floor I could. I kept my bed clean and enough room to lay down on.
But, ultimately, things just did not get done. It was an embarrassment to have friends over so I never did. Not that I had allot of friends, because we lived month to month on SSI. But we made it and we got through. I am proud of my upbringing.
This blog is not about me though so I will get back to the point at hand. When I would bring dates over, I begged them to not think that the way they saw the house in anyway represented me. I wanted to have a nice house to live in that was not cluttered. Crazy thing is at night I would forget about the fact that I could not see my floor. Then, waking up the next day and seeing the stuff there, irked me to no end. But, I dealt with it.
The thing about hoarding is my grandmother did not want to be one. I know, because before my grandfather died she didn’t have the house like that. I think that the things in her house fill her void. And though to people reading this it may seem disgusting or gross. My grandmother keeps her dishes and clothes clean as well as her body. The only thing that makes her a hoarder is that she has all that stuff in her house.
Now, I love my grandmother and always will. But, at the same time her being a hoarder though she may not know it, has put a wall between her and the family even more than it was.
If you know anyone that is a hoarder. Do not think why in the world would they be so gross. Think that maybe this person has a condition that all that stuff they think is for filling that void or whatever it may be.
Thank you so much for your time in reading my little post.
A bullet going through PlayDoh.
You know, I just thought of a random thought. Tell me if your the same way.
I keep my blinds closed at night. And if a crack is showing. It freaks me out. Because I think if I look out the window I will see eyes looking back in on me.
And that spooks me to the core as I am typing this.
Everyone puts their phones in the middle of the table. Whoever cracks first by touching their phone, pays for the entire meal. The purpose of the game was to get everyone off their phones, away from twitter, facebook, texting, etc and to encourage conversations. In other words, help cure the “Anti-Social Social Media Craziness”. Here are the rules: 1. The game starts after everyone sits down. 2. Everybody places their phone in the middle of the table. 3. The first person to touch their phone loses the game. 4. Loser of the game pays the bill for everyone’s meal. 5. If the bill comes before anyone has touched their phone, everybody is declared a winner and pays for their own meal. Are You Game? (Taken with Instagram)
Best. Game. Ever.
Ok so here is my deal.
I have a man that normally I love very much.
But he has been acting like a butt lately.
Tonight alone he was bugging me to wake up. Got mad because I wouldn’t. When I don’t sleep well at night. For the past two weeks, I maybe sleep an average of three hours a night.
I have a two year old and I go to school full time. 20 hrs a week. I’m there mon and wed 730 am to 5 pm. Tues 730 am to 9 pm. Thursday 730 am to 5 pm. Friday 730 am to 3 pm.
I come home I cook, I clean, I take care of all my son’s needs. ( not complaining on that) when I ask for help, none. (The 20 hrs a week is my classes only.)
But back to tonight. He got mad over that. Then when we decided to leave the living room and go to bed, he flops his hand over, pokes me in the eye, which wakes me up. Trying to bug me again. I turn on my side. He gets pissed and goes in the living room and turns back on the tv and starts watching tv. This is at 11pm
Later, my son cries and wakes up. I go in there to see what is wrong. And take care of him. My man goes to bed. And I am currently sitting here on the couch typing this, my son is awake, so am I. And I’m pissed.
My son can’t help it. I don’t blame him. I blame adults that are in this house that I feel like don’t help in the way they should. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the man that calls himself a daddy, to be a true one, needs to help out.
Not tell me when I get home at 9pm with my back where I can hardly walk, to give my son a bath. When I two hours before ask him to.
And when I come home, because I didn’t get the groceries he suggested I get (reason: I could hardly walk) then proceeds to tell me that because I didn’t, I was selfish and only thinking about myself.
Now don’t get me wrong, he does allot of stuff. Like play with cayden, and take care of our financial needs while I am in school (per his request).
But I want to be able to know that when I come home, he has done something. I get home on tues like I said at 9. He gets off at 5. Why not give cayden a bath, if you see dishes out put them in washer, clean up something. He has done that once. But that is not with out griping.
I love this man. I want to make our family work. But I want to ask of something (small easy to do favors) and believe they will be done. Let me ask you, what is wrong with that?
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I had my best friend kill himself. It shattered mine, his friends, his family world. Pls pls help in spreading the prevention. Suicide is not the answer!
This weekend has been so much fun to me.
I mean, we went through some storms to get here literally.
We left our home in MS, to come to a friend’s house in GA. So that Dustin can help fix the guy’s car.
Well, while they were wrenching, me and the guy’s girlfriend went to get our nails done. I do not get that done often. Probably once a year so that was a treat. And then sometime today she will redye my hair.
It is nice to get here and get away from it all for a weekend. I mean, yeah all I do is sah and take care of my son and clean the house and go to school fulltime. But that is my job. At least until I graduate. And I could not be happier.
If you love your life, then that is all that matters. Remember that. You do not need to have anything in your life as far as people go but you would like for them to be there.
Random thought for the day right there.
But back to this weekend. On the way here, we was in Dustin’s pickup and we were being stocked by this massive MASSIVE rain storm. That sucker had us going 30 mph at one point on the highway! I was like holy crap! We could not see past our noses. It was like a sheet. But, as you can tell, we got here safe and sound. Thank you for asking. Just kidding.
So, tell me, how did your weekend go? Are you ready for school to start back or you to go back to work or both? Contact me. I love to talk.