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<br />Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-8590664923274112362012-10-10T19:42:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.624-08:00Moving to wordpress soonSo those of you who need to update RSS feed- Be looking out for the new address!<br />
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I'm so excited and scared at the same time. I'm doing this all on my own...with very little Cpanel experience. So far, my hosting account is done and wordpress is installed. YIKES!Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-46077938751426863462012-10-09T08:38:00.002-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.571-08:00The Semi-Hangover Pt. 1<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>*Law & order gavel sound* </i>Labor Day 2005: Me, Christi & Rhonda were just hanging at Christi's house, being silly as usual. Nia was at her dad's house for the weekend, so I finally had a chance to cut loose. Ken, who is Rhonda's cousin, called the house and asked if we would be so kind, and join he & his friend Omar to Tijuana for the holiday weekend. Omar's father owned a house on Rosarito Beach, so we had a place to stay. All we needed was $50 and we were set.<br />
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This may seem insignificant now, but we stopped at Taco Bell ( how ironic, seeing as how we could get real tacos in mexico) in San Diego and filled our bellies, since we didn't know how long the line to cross the border would be (no pun intended..hehe). Everyone make fun of me because of all the napkins I took, but I'm a napkin hoarder..and I never know how many times I may be required to wash my hands...or my feet when wearing flip flops ( which I was).<br />
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Upon getting acorss the border, we went to Omar's father's beach house and much to our surprise, someone was staying there for the weekend. Omar negated to ask his father if the house was available, and just assumed since no one ever goes, it would be free. Not the case! So, no biggie. We could just get a hotel room when the time came!<br />
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<a name='more'></a> We decided to hit the clubs and get our groove on. I was really excited about my cousin performing at one of the hotels in the area, but unfortunately...I missed his performance as well saw the guy that opened for him roaming the streets. After talking to him, we hit a few dance spots..and one in particular that had a stripper pole. Now, this is way before the whole stripper pole crazy. I decided to hop on the pole, and attempt to be sexy in my wide legged pants & t-shirt. I guess it got us a few beers, but we weren't anywhere near as sexy as my friend Rhonda. At this point in time, I was about 50 lbs lighter than I am now...and Rhonda was a little heavy set. When I say she was THE SHIT in mexico...SHE WAS THE SHIT ( She even responded " I AM THE SHIT IN MEXICO" When these two hombres sandwiched her.)<br />
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She was getting freaked from every which way! The drinks were flowing, and we were having a great time. Of course, when travelling with yo' BEYOTCHES, one must go to the restroom with all of them. We get into the restroom, realize none of the stalls have toilet paper. Then, one of our fellow gringos was so kind to tell us the bathroom attendant was charging $1 for toilet paper! HA but I outsmarted her, because I stole a whole stack of napkins from Taco Bell. My girls and about 5 others were so appreciative that I was a natural born napkin thief.<br />
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Whilst Rhonda is getting freaked by the natives, Ken meets a young lady who isn't bilingual...but he knew he would charm her with his language skills. How many black dudes from the hood speak fluent spanish...if they aren't Beliezean? My point exactly. So, He's trying to get into her panty drawls, then I guess we messed up his swag by intruding and demanding that he take us to another club. He did, and he brought his young senorita along - who didn't speak any english so we could not communicate what-so-ever. We get to another club, whose floor was so filthy, we literally had mud all over our feet. That was no bueno, so we moved on. We roamed the streets..then Omar thought it would be a great idea to hit up some clubs in Ensenada.<br />
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We are driving around Ensenada, and we feel like we have violated every single traffic law in mexico. Everything just FELT illegal. Not all the corners had stop lights. Merging on the highway was non existant and you had to get in where you fit in. We were so anxious and so upset, we decided to head back to Tijuana...and go back to the house.<br />
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So as were traveled, I guess we didn't notice the toll road or something...but there was a toll road, that was closed..and we couldn't get around it due to the 30 ft hills on either side. We couldn't get to the house, and our only option was to get a hotel room.<br />
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<i>To be continued......</i>Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-78061315528482677472012-10-08T09:36:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.603-08:00Race & AdvertisingYou may have noticed the title, so let me get to it: You’re watching The Office, and a Mercedes commercial for the new GLK comes on. A random classic rock song is playing, and amid the engine sounds and Freddie Mercury screaming his heart out in the background, you think to yourself ‘ Wow, that’s a great car! I love all the features...maybe I want to go for a test drive.” <br />
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An hour later, You’re watching Real Housewives of Atlanta- the same commercial comes on, only Barry White or Issac Hayes is playing in the background. And you think to yourself ‘ WTF? Why are they playing Barry/ Issac in a car commercial! That doesn’t make me want to drive fast, that makes me want to get it on in the backseat!” <br />
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Alright, so maybe you aren’t feeling getting it on in the backseat..but as a black person, I am really getting sick of these ads that are supposed to appeal to us, when really I feel they are more irritating than appealing. Mcdonald’s is good for it- The spoken word about a quarter pounder, a bunch of kids hanging on some east coast stoop rapping about Big Macs and fries. The Cadillac commercials with the group of black men using the latest slang while talking to each other- while riding in a pimped out Escalade. <br />
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I get they want to appeal to minorities, but these companies need to realize that we do regular stuff, just like white people!!!! You don’t have to have soul music in the background, or people doing ‘URBAN’ things for us to relate! To prove it, That commercial that you have with a white family, doing stuff that the average family does...and replace them with a black family... Don’t add any rap music, or a basketball player making a dunk in the magical hoop in the parking lot. No breakdancing competition or little kid coming to the dinner table listening to the cha cha slide ( which was hilarious, but it didn't matter what race the family was, it was funny)....and it will still register with the black community. <br />
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I get so sick of advertisers thinking we only respond to shucking and jiving. We do regular stuff, just like the rest of the people in this country...and not that people don’t relate to some of these commercials, some people do- but many of ‘us’ are sick of them. Just add a black or hispanic or asian family to a commercial without all the nonsense. <br />
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I never usually tackle any topics regarding race or different cultures in my blog. Not because I'm afraid to, I just don’t. That’s not what my blog is really about, but every now and then, I just have to comment on things that bother me.<br />
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And with that, I leave you with one final comment- Lenny Williams playing in the background is not going to make buy a Chrysler 300! Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-35357327954643727352012-10-01T22:02:00.003-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.562-08:00DIY Blog Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-51757820895573416852012-09-28T15:47:00.002-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.573-08:00Sponsor Ads Now Available I'm offering 15% Off all ad space purchases for a limited time. Use 'BloggaWha' promo code.<br />
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Seed: (O_o)Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-3846946471227794802012-09-24T21:37:00.004-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.567-08:00Random Conversations With My 9 Year OldMe: Oh Look! That's a man!<br />
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Me: How did you know?!<br />
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Seed: I saw the flat chest...<br />
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Me: That doesn't mean anything, your grandma looked like you when she was 25!<br />
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Seed: MOM! I DON'T HAVE SAGGY BOOBS!<br />
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Me: I meant she was flat chested, skung bag! YOU DON'T HAVE BOOBS!....YOU HAVE MOSQUITO BITES!<br />
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Seed: I do *grabs chest* they grew a whole lot this last month<br />
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Me: The *Child BYE* face<br />
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So, ever since I tripped, fell, and my glasses fell off my face, and got stuck between my shell toe adidas and the walkway to my house... while there was ice on the ground....I've been needing new glasses. First, I went to Costal, but I couldn't really find glasses that would fit my face. I need a width of 54mm+ (I usually end up having to order men's frames because thanks to genetics, and the little bit of Irish blood flowing through my veins...I have a Chris Matthews sized head.)<br />
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Thanks to trusty old google, I found <a href="http://www.firmoo.com/" target="_blank">Frimoo</a>....which offers new customers a free pair of glasses! Yes, I said free.99!!! All I paid was $6.95 for shipping, and I had my new specs 10 days later! I believe they do offer expedited shipping, but I am a cheapo, and I've had scratched up crooked glasses for about a year, so what was another 10 days?<br />
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I really love the frames, they're dripping with swag sauce (whatever that means, but it sounds hip...right?) I've never been big on Tortoise Shell, but these have wood on the temples and I thought that was really unique. Plus, they're only $39.00 so If I ever have to replace them...they're super affordable and the lenses aren't extra.<br />
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Now, as internet savvy as I am...I had a difficult time trying to figure out how to get the coupon code. Sent them a message on Facebook, and they responded pretty promptly and made me aware of the fact that you must actually click on the glasses you want, then under the 'Additional Views' section, click new customer, sign up and then you'll get the coupon code a few minutes later in your inbox.<br />
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I'll be back soon enough for those that care. And when I'm back, I might even be launching my own pre-made blog templates shop!! So, see ya'll in 2-3 weeks!Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-72185105732042700732012-08-29T14:53:00.003-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.588-08:00We Have Become A Nation Of Punk Ass Parents"You're being bullied? Let me find out you are letting someone hit you, and you won't kick their ass...."<br />
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Was what I was always told by cousins, aunts, grandparents, and any other adult in my family that found out I was letting some kid at school 'punk' me, but I had no problem defending myself against my tyrant male cousins who I would punch in the stomach and run from as a form of revenge. </div>
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Now, instead of kids fighting back (because everyone wants non-violence) they have to tell administrators who don't give a damn...and the world ends up with school shootings or children committing suicide because their parents are so inept with their noses in their Blackberrys, they don't realize their child is coming home everyday with tears in their eyes and has no friends.</div>
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Kids yelling " Fuck You MOM!" and slamming their door.. and parents don't take the door of the hinges because 'kids need privacy too'. When kids get privacy- they end up being on teen mom or becoming home grown terrorists! You get privacy when you pay your own damn bills. </div>
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You run in the street- You die. You talk to strangers- they'll kidnap you and stick you in the trunk. You drink bleach- you die. Fuck being nice and sugar coating all that is evil and/or dangerous in the world. That's not my style. To any parent that deem it harsh...Just know I have a kid who never ran into the street, never ran off at an amusement park or a department store. I'm not saying my method is the way...but it sure as hell works for me.</div>
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She asked me where babies come from. I told her they came out of their mommy's vagina. End of conversation. The stork bullshit is getting old. I know I will have to explain the logistics of it all...but the idea of a baby coming out of a vagina made her spit her chocolate milk out.. and she wanted nothing else to do with the conversation.</div>
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Every kid doesn't need a damn certificate to prove that they didn't place first, second or third in a contest. Certificates of Participation were created by punk ass parents who don't want their kids to be sad they lost...now their kids are growing up with this sense of entitlement...everyone owes them something. "I'm 16 now, so I need a smartphone."...smartphone my ass! Get a smart JOB you smartphone wanting smart ass!<br />
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This is not a democracy...I do not negotiate with kids. Eat your vegetables before you leave that table...I don't give two flying fucks about Mya's mom telling her she only has to eat two bites of broccoli. Mya will get colon cancer because she doesn't eat vegetables and will have everlasting, hot, scorching diarrhea. Do you want that? NO? EAT YOUR FUCKING VEGETABLES!</div>
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I probably am a little bit of a tiger mom...but my daughter is one happy, confident child. She understands what is expected of her...and even when she gives me grief, she is still an overall well mannered and well behaved child...who knows when she sees the tight lips and the death stare, it's time to shape up.</div>
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The first day of school is a huge moment for me. She's turning 10 soon, then comes 5th grade, then comes middle school.<br />
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For the past five school years ( that also includes Head Start) I have taken a picture of her on the first day of school. NOW all of a sudden, it's a hassle ( see picture below)..REALLY?! For serious?! I understand the sun was in her face, but in the past she has made the best of it. Always a real smile, with a cute pose....but she is turning into a sour old man before she even hits puberty!<br />
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I am not about this pre-puberty life right now. Maybe I should get buy her a green fuzzy suit and make her live in the trash can, so then she has a reason to have a funky attitude all the time.Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-82987800367139135112012-08-21T22:07:00.001-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.616-08:00Sometimes, You Just Have To<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzqYBH8aVbNpFhRkj1FfHijn0Hct0Ng71ag_B5gkFCDgywktr6MfRx_KbVZKKfVHv2QktBpa7pmwrQHyuJ4DxpSIIoEQzTX9bKI6kNJ_EfmNrSuWGtjb8JSTy1lCeoSF1uU-egv0y2in0/s640/blogger-image-1152581224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzqYBH8aVbNpFhRkj1FfHijn0Hct0Ng71ag_B5gkFCDgywktr6MfRx_KbVZKKfVHv2QktBpa7pmwrQHyuJ4DxpSIIoEQzTX9bKI6kNJ_EfmNrSuWGtjb8JSTy1lCeoSF1uU-egv0y2in0/s640/blogger-image-1152581224.jpg" /></a></div>Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-67150755955611831032012-08-20T18:14:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.586-08:00Drama- I Rebuke YouAnyone that truly knows me, knows I have absolutely no tolerance for constant whinging/complaining/negativity...bad character and disrespect. I have no time or energy for it in my life, and as soon as I hear it coming into the conversation, I find a way out of the conversation.<br />
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One thing I hate, is when you have chosen to not talk about something because it just turns into a big argument, and someone continues to try to FORCE you to talk about it. ESPECIALLY, when they are apart of the problem which caused the drama.<br />
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I have no compassion for self inflicted drama, nor do I have respect for anyone who plays the victim and never admits to any wrong doing. I do believe some people are more diabolical than others, but at the end of the day- when it comes to drama, whether it's diabolical or not...it's not healthy and I will not pollute my psyche with garbage that doesn't enrich my life.<br />
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And with that...I bid you adieu...and have a wonderful week! LOLMoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-64295012040307625112012-08-03T23:59:00.001-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.584-08:00Things My Grandma Says... That No Grandma Should"Maybe you should get Satan's balls out of your mouth!" *Flatlined* <br />
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Yeah... My granny is one fine specimen . Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-51795050247502518762012-08-02T02:11:00.003-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.574-08:00Online dating Pt.II : Dear MenIt's no secret. I participate in online dating....however it has exposed how much doucheiness goes on, that I never expected. Could it be because I'm older, possibly. Could it be because it's becoming a social norm, and the the online dating population has increased because it is no longer taboo? Yeah, maybe....but have you seen some of the shit on these dating sites??!! I'm not going to pretend like women aren't offenders...they'll get their own separate post, which will be slightly different because I don't date women...but I know what they do wrong when it comes to setting up dating profiles.<br />
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This post is for the <b>PENISES</b>- because I really think some guys just don't get it- a first impression means everything...and your profile should make a good first impression, so here you go:<br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you are looking for a serious relationship....Keep your shirt on, unless you are doing an activity that doesn't require a shirt (ex. Swimming). Most women with a brain find shirtless bathroom pics, pics of you flexing SHIRTLESS, a pic of you just....shirtless and oiled down while making a sandwich...just, SHIRTLESS...are FUCKING CHEESY! So let's say a woman sent you a shirtless pic saying she's looking for a gentlemen...yeah, exactly. I'm glad you understand. I'm not even going to touch on shirtless & wearing sunglasses with a dirty bathroom mirror.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Don't post pictures of you feeding your pet from your mouth. I love my spoiled ass dogs, but lets be real...one licks his asshole...a lot. That might turn a few women off.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Putting " I stack chips" as a profession is immature. You don't have to put exactly what you do if you don't feel comfortable...but at least put the industry you work in. Example: Mine use to say non profit organization....after that it said communications industry. You're not listing your fancy sounding title that may lure a golddigger, but you also show that you are an adult by not saying "If it don't make dollas, it don't make sense".</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Please, put SOMETHING in the about me section. Not any lame ass, lazy ' If you want to know me, just ask." It doesn't have to talk about when you learned to ride a bike, and your first broken heart..but at least type 300 words! Lazy entries tell women 'I'm not even going to waste my time putting effort into meeting someone, and I want you to do all the work'. If you are looking for a desperate woman...that might work. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is a <b>BIG</b> one: READ HER PROFILE!!! You may feel like it's a waste of time...but personally, when someone starts asking me EVERYTHING that I listed in my about me section- that tells me they are only thinking with their penis...which isn't a problem...kinda. glad I'm attractive...but it can really turn someone off because it feels like you're not interested in getting to know them..you saw a cute picture that made Mr. Johnson get excited....and that's all that matters.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">If a woman doesn't message you back within 24 hours, when she was online for an hour when you sent the message...she's probably not interested. So don't continue to send messages saying the EXACT same thing in hopes of the other messages just not getting transmitted. Some women aren't bold enough to just say I'm not interested out of fear of how some guys react to rejection. Sure, it's online...why be so shy you say? It is what it is. A good way to fix this is send a 'flirt' or a 'wink' or whatever button your particular dating site provides to "test the waters".</span></li>
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Now, I do not speak for all women who participate in online dating. I can't possibly talk to every woman with a profile...but, there are plenty of women out there who agree. I know these seem like things that don't matter..but they do.<br />
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And ladies.....don't get too comfy. You have your own list too....Get ready for part three. Being a fellow WOMAN, there are a few things we need to discuss. *Sits down, folds hands in lap*Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-82383335147308077272012-08-01T10:17:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.612-08:00The BUM IdentityJust for the sake of his own privacy, We will call him Seymore Butts. Because he’s a fucking buttface for lying about something so dumb.<br /><br /> So, I met this guy April 2011. I’ve only seen twice up to this point, but we have been in contact with each other every day since then.We have both even talked about being an item, but due to certain circumstance ( 1 being I moved to another state to continue my education and he now lives in another state for work purposes) it just isn’t possible.<br /><br /> I began to get suspicious when we were talking about tattoos, and I couldn’t remember how many he said he had. He told me, I remembered…then he mentioned one on his stomach which I didn’ t remember. I asked him what it said, he said ‘Makaveli’ as in the Tupac album…not the real Niccolo Machiavelli.I just thought ‘ Ok, he really loves Tupac’ . …but it was still weird. But then,after talking to him about some family issues…I realized I didn’t really know that much about him as I thought. He hardly talked about his siblings..to the point were I think he has never told me their names. Then,I just feel like I’m still in the dark about some other stuff. So, with all this mystery + the ‘Makaveli’ Tat, I thought…maybe he’s just trying to escape something…maybe he had a dark period and wants to start with a clean slate…he still doesn’t really KNOW me since we haven’t spent time together and doesn’t feel comfortable telling me.<br /><br /> Blah blah blah…countdown to yesterday.I was doing a reverse phone lookup to indentify some unidentified cell phone calls I received. Something told me- do a reverse look up on his email address. I found it weird that only his first name was displayed on his personal email….never thought of it before, but now it bothered me.I type it in one of those people search sites and BAM! Seymore Butts was now all of a sudden named Seymore Ass. Same first name…completely different last name.Looked up his old address,.. BAM previous tenant- Seymore Ass…NOT BUTTS!!!<br /><br /> 7/30/2012 – I receive the usual Good Morning message from Seymore, and he asked me how I slept. Told him I slept great outside to the weird dream I ‘had’. I lied, I cant even remember my dream. Anyway, I told him I had a weird dream that everyone was lying to me about who they are. The environment I was living in wasn’t familiar and someone I thought I was close to, lied to me about their name and where they were from and everything about them. That was at 8am. Normally he calls me during lunch or texts me….I haven’t heard back yet. I guess my fake ‘dream’ has him scurred. Lying ass coward. He was probably a fucking serial killer anyway.Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-86482219281635167342012-07-28T13:30:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.630-08:00Random Grocery Store Encounter<br /><br />Man: Hi, how are you?<br /><br />Me: I'm fine *Continues looking at chicken*<br /><br />Man: Uh huh. *looks at my feet*.....Are those Toms?<br /><br />Me: No.....They're Teds. * walks away*<br /><br /><br />Any chance you thought you had is gone. I hate stupid questions. I was clearly wearing toms. (o_O)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05580697421391344574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-14469682639704702102012-07-17T19:33:00.003-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.553-08:00Why I Hate Dating WebsitesOk. so I'm in school full time, I hate going to clubs and most of my time is spent at home doing homework, but it sucks not having anyone to call when I do have free time. There is my Canada boy, but he's 1500 miles away, and I haven't seen him in 6 months. We talk regularly, but I consider him more of a pen pal than someone to actually try to be in a relationship with.<br />
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I created a dating profile, and it SUCKS! I mean, it's better than the old men that have been approaching me normally...with missing teeth, walkers and whatnot. Or the guy with cornrows with beads on the ends, and the gold teeth....Or the one Mexican Gang member with tattooed eyebrows that really ' Dug my body'..(please note: the fact that he was mexican had nothing to do with it...the fact that he was a gang member with tattooed eyebrows was the issue.) So here are my options:<br />
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<br />Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-10415427071216367472012-06-29T21:46:00.000-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.551-08:00Chemistry....how I hate thee!Every time I step foot into my Chemistry class, I feel as though I chose the wrong field. The fact that I have to take 3 more Chemistry classes just to transfer to a 4-year to obtain my BS- Nursing, just makes me want to bash my head into a wall. I already know all the symbols for the elements...but most of the nurses I know ( and I know a lot) say they can't really remember anything they learned in chemistry at the college level, that they didn't already learn in high school.<br />
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Everyone keeps saying Chemistry will help me with converting metric measurements but guess what...part of my requirements at the Community College level is to take a DOSAGE CALCULATIONS class. Not to mention, I know the metrics system....I lived in Germany for 2 years as a kid and I didn't forget! With all the Chemistry classes I have to take, I should have just said fuck it and did pre-med requirements, but I don't want to spend a lifetime in school.<br />
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My solution: Completing a fast track AA in Liberal arts online with a well known, great university ( whose credits are transferrable) which will take me 9 months ( instead of 24) then I'll only have to do 2 semesters to complete my Associates in Nursing...THEN I'll only have to take 1 more chemistry class ( and no more math classes) vs taking three chem and three math. Will it work??? We shall see.Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-55909248071194985212012-06-16T20:58:00.001-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.581-08:00Me- Part DeuxOk, so I left off at leaving for the summer to visit my family in california. To make a long story short- came back from summer vacation to find my mother engaged, we were moving to germany and she was pregnant again. I became a pre-teen who ran away a few times before being shipped off to my aunt, instead of therapy...blah blah blah.<br />
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I've decided I don't want to go through the whole story. I realize talking about your past and venting about how upset you are about it does help, but I can't bring myself to talk about it, on this platform. <br />
What I will tell you is I would never EVER treat my daughter the way my mother has treated me and my middle sister. I will never have a relationship with my mother ( and please don't give me the one day...it's still your mom...and all that jazz). Yes, I'm serious, I don't desire a relationship with my mother. I wish I had a mother/daughter relationship- but not with her. Harsh? Maybe. Cold? Possibly..but it's how I feel and it's how I've felt for the last 3 years. Some people are toxic, and it doesn't matter who they are....they aren't good for your well being.<br />
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So with that...I bid you adieu, and have yourself a wonderful weekend =)Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-53084671345274309482012-06-11T10:50:00.001-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.578-08:00Me- Part OneI was born October 19th, 1983 to high school sweethearts named Tracey & Joseph. My father was a football star who had an academic scholarship to Stanford, My mother a straight A student with a scholarship to Rocky Mountain College in Colorado. My father started school and wasn't there when I was born. He hid the fact that he had a child and my grandparents didn't know that I was born until I was 1 month old. I was premature, so I was still in the hospital. My father was terrified to tell his parents..and my maternal grandmother had already decided she would help my mother whether my father's family would or not.<br />
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I have no pictures of me, as an infant with my mother. She always candidly talked about how much her life would have been easier if she didn't get pregnant with me. I know most young mother's think that way, but I have never said anything of that nature to my daughter and never will. What I have told her is that it is important to finish school, have a career and then have a family because it's much easier and can be less stressful when you have help...but I also let her know I don't know what life would be like without her.<br />
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My Maternal Grandmother and my Paternal Aunt were my primary caregivers. They are the main ones I remember seeing when I was a toddler. when I was about 2, my paternal grandparents got my mother a little studio apartment in the Wilshire District of Los Angeles while my dad was in school- paid for her rent, groceries and my daycare. My mother worked as an accounting clerk. I remember our little murphy bed, claw foot bathtub and how there were huge windows with a fire escape outside...kind of like a typical New York Pre-war apartment. Then I remember not living there and not seeing my mom for about a month. I was dropped off at my Aunts, and she couldn't take off work anymore so I ended up at my grandmother's house. Then, all of a sudden...one day the police were knocking at our door and my mother was standing outside waiting to get me & her clothes from my grandmother's. I believe she thought my grandmother was going to rightfully kick her ass for leaving her baby and not letting anyone know she was ok, so she called the police. I went with my mother, and stayed with her drug dealing boyfriend until my aunt came to pick me up when she found out who my mother was dating and where I was.<br />
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When my grandparent's found out my mother was dating someone when my dad still believed they were together, they told her she had to cut it off or start paying her own rent, but they would not be paying rent for an apartment another man, that wasn't their son or a family member, to spend time in. My mother just moved out and dropped me off. My aunt encouraged my grandmother to file for custody once she picked me up from my mother..that she did and she became my legal guardian. I pretty much only saw my mom occasionally, and on my birthdays. My dad would visit whenever he was in town, and I saw his side of the family almost every other weekend.<br />
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Considering my situation, I was a well behaved child. All my nurturing came from my grandparents, aunts, great grandparents. I had my cousins who were my 'siblings' and overall I had a pretty happy childhood...until my mother regained custody. She joined the military, I saw her a handfull of times between 1988-1991. It wasn't until my father was drafted and married and asked my grandmother if he could have custody, that my mother decided to file for custody for me. Not for any other reason than to get child support (While she was stationed abroad, she became pregnant by a married man, and didn't want to get him in trouble so she didn't 'establish' paternity). My grandmother, thinking she was doing the right thing and thinking my mother was finally a responsible adult, gave me to my mother and told my dad little girls need to be with their mothers.<br />
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When I was 8, I left California and moved to Georgia with a woman I hardly had a connection with...but she was my mom so I was happy to finally be with her. I was also excited to be a big sister, and couldn't wait to help change diapers, and play with this little girl who was just a big blob of ink on the ultrasound. She was born, and I was so excited.<br />
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Brooke was the cutest, fattest, noisiest baby ever...but I loved her and it was my job to always be her protector. However, after turning 9..my mom thought it was a great idea to have me babysit an infant while she went to the club. She went partying every other weekend, while I was stuck with AN INFANT! And when she was teething..lord have mercy! Then summer came, and it was time to go back to California...I was so FUCKING STOKED.<br />
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<br />Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567311698207041868.post-55816445889913022472012-06-07T10:57:00.002-07:002012-11-06T17:09:22.580-08:00Back in The DayI miss the old days of blogging. I'm talking about, when Livejournal required an invite..when Blogger was still in it's beta stages...when angelfire and geocities pages with glittery .gif images, and music on pages was cool. I also had an Xanga page, which is still active, because I can't remember the password to log in...and when I say hot mess....it's a hot mess. You can barely read the hot pink text, on the gray background.<br />
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I guess I'm just writing this post to say..........Just blog, and people will follow. </div>Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041289758175998617noreply@blogger.com5