The One Where I Got Spit On...

I debated for the past couple days on whether or not to post this but it still disgusts me and I feel the need to share. 

So this past Saturday, Big Man, myself, my sister, and a couple of our friends went to a local bar to see a friend of ours band play. Since there was no smoking inside me, my sister, and a guy friend stood outside while I finished my smoke. As we were standing there talking a group of 5 boys walked by (about 12-14 years old). Doing what any rational person would do we turn to see who's passing. 

Well this kid decided to be all big, bad and brawlic and turned around and proceeded to ask...

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?

Excuse me?

I was shocked and tried to brush it off and just told them to keep it moving and to get out of here. Well that didn't go over well and this kid got even more disrespectful when he ran up on me and SPIT ON ME!!!

This little fucker choked back and fucking spit on me.

 I was in disbelief and my first instinct was to chase this kid , which I did. His little friends stood there and taunted and calling me a bitch and one even threw his cell phone at me (jokes on him...he smashed it), but I gained my composure and then walked away from these punks. I know they are kids but I'm not going to lie, it took every fiber of my being not to beat the shit out of these kids. 

One even threatened to go get their mom after they attacked me!

I wish they would have, because I would like to meet the person who raises their child to be so disrespectful.

I am a strong willed person and to have somebody do that to me and for me to walk away killed my spirit a little. I would have checked anyone else who did that but you know what, kids these days have no boundaries. 

You don't know what these kids are capable of now a days. The sense of pride in our youth is no longer there. Kids don't respect themselves now, let alone their parents or elders and it completely disgusts me. If there is one thing I am going to instill in my children, it will be to value their self worth and to respect those around them. 

I think kids now get away with too much shit, are not parented as much (sometimes not to any fault of the parent, many single parents who NEED to work) and have this crazy sense of entitlement. It irks the shit out of me and scares me to think about what our future will hold. 

Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees this?!?

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And also another thing that has been weighing on my mind and heart heavily, is the Trayvon Martin murder. 

This is a touchy subject and there are many viewpoints and so many discussions and because it's on my mind, I am going to share MY opinion. 

I believe 100% this was racial profiling.

From the reports I've heard and the 911 calls I listened to, this was a crime that could have been so easily avoided. The neighborhood watch did his duty when he called to report this 'suspicious person' in the now infamous dark hoodie. The 911 operator asked if he was following Trayvon and he admitted that he was, and the operator told him to stop......did he listen....NO!

Now, let me ask you....if you are a teenager (black, white, whatever) and you see somebody following you, who you don't know, are you not going to be on the defensive and try to protect your own life?  This man is claiming 'self defense' but how do we know that Trayvon wasn't doing the same thing himself. DEFENDING HIMSELF AGAINST A STRANGER AND/OR ATTACKER. 

The 911 calls are disturbing and I believe you can tell then, the profiling this man was doing. The kid was unarmed carrying Skittles and an ice tea minding his business and was brutally confronted and murdered for just being black. 

And this man has not even been arrested yet!

This just blows my mind and opens up a whole other can of worms but to me, I just don't understand. 

And Geraldo and his ridiculous remarks, I am not even going to acknowledge that craziness. 

Hoodies don't kill people G...People kill people.

Your opinion may differ from mine, but in my mind, that is how I see it.  

I'm open and actually curious to know anyone else's opinions or viewpoints. I respect that some people may not have the same view as me but I am open to having an open and respectful conversation.

What are your thoughts?

Thankful For...

 I promise that this is not an intentional Christmas post but is one that can be logged under the 

Little Things I'm Thankful For...

Though I don't share many details about the work I do, I can tell you that for the majority of my day, my work is repetitive and boring. Yes, I am thankful to have a job in this economy but let's call a spade a spade and say that this isn't my 'dream job' and it isn't anything glamorous that I like to brag about. 

 I get bored easily at my job and with no technology within my reach and the fact that it is really hard to hear and talk to people, I must find ways to entertain and amuse myself. 

My entertainment of choice...

Singing To Myself

 It's not just any old songs either, my music of choice, as of late....Christmas Music. (duh!)

I'm not the best nor the worst singer but on any given day at work you will find me one time or another quietly singing to myself Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer or maybe even Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. 

I rotate back and forth through old songs by Burl Ives and more current lovable numbers like N'Sync and Mariah Carey but ones that just keep coming to the front of my memory lately are the old hymns from my church going days...

Do You Hear What I Hear 

Oh Come, All Ye Faithful

Joy To The World 

Those are just to show a few of them that have been floating around.

The thing is I haven't been to church in I don't know how many years. I won't go into any deep religious talk but for awhile I rejected going to church. I was 'too busy' off doing other things to care but lately these Christmas songs that I remember fondly from my childhood have been bringing me back and I have been enjoying it.

I have always had faith and believed in God and  the higher power out there and have found comfort in my prayers but these songs bring out another side of joy and spirit that I haven't felt in awhile.

I still have my concerns and questions in some areas of religion that I'll keep to myself at the moment and have not found a place where I feel comfortable worshipping but I feel for myself, that these songs give me the connection and comfort that I'm looking for at this point.

It's not alot, but being able to sing to myself and relive the glory days of when my mind was young and innocent is a little thing that I'm thankful for. 

The Help...

Big Man and I were finally able to go see The Help this past Sunday, and I can honestly say it was fantastic. 

Ever since finishing the final chapter of the book, I have been waiting on pins and needles for the movie to finally be released and to be able to go see it. We arrived at the theater about 5 minutes late, as the previews were beginning and were amazed and baffled that almost every seat in the theater was taken for a Sunday, 1:10 p.m. showing. Thankfully, some ladies moved their purses so we could squeeze into the last two 'good' seats. All of the other late people were summoned to the bottom seats right below the screen. 

It's been a very long time since I've been in a movie that packed before, but I was glad that this movie was getting the kind of recognition that the book did. 

I always worry about movies that come from books, because it is always better in my head but this movie did not disappoint me. Of course, they couldn't put every detail of the book into the movie but the parts they did show were on point. The characters and surroundings were almost exactly how I imagined them. Hilly (Bryce Dallas Howard) def. lived up to her role in the movie that I envisioned from her in the book, as did everyone else. The only person who wasn't as close in my vision was Mrs. Phelan, Skeeter's mom, who I thought was portrayed more 'cold' in the book then the movie. 

If you haven't seen it, I strongly urge that you do...and most definitely read the book. 

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On another note, this book has opened my eyes to how lucky we really are as a country and the progress we have made in the past 50 years. It is crazy to me that a little more than 50 years ago, Big Man and I would not be ALLOWED to be use the same restroom, restaurant, library....let alone be together. People and history will never be able to change what has happened in the past but I am glad we have made steps forward (i.e. civil right, MLK, Loving vs. Virginia) that have allowed us those liberties today. I could not imagine not being able to be with Big Man now but it also hurts my heart to realize how hateful so many people have been and still are. 

Hopefully, one day everyone will be able to live their life freely and be with whom they choose.

Hot Topic Tuesday

It's been awhile since I posted one of these but a topic has been circling through out the news stations so I thought I'd bring it to light on Hot Topic Tuesdays and see what you ladies thought about it.

The Hot Topic of this Tuesday is the debate between people on whether it is right for an Islamic community to put a mosque 2 blocks away from Ground Zero.

There is debates on both sides on whether it is right or wrong. Pro-mosque people are saying that it freedom of religion and that it is an opportunity for people to see that it is just peaceful people having a place to worship while Anti-mosque groups are saying that it is insensitive to the families of the victim's of 9/11.

I personally wouldn't care either way since I do not live in New York nor do I practice with the Islamic culture or faith but I don't see a problem with them building one there.

I understand that families of the victims of 9/11 might be hurt by this considering that most of the alleged hijackers of 9/11 were Muslims and practiced that faith but I don't think it's right to tell someone that they can not build a place of worship.

1. It is not right to make a whole community suffer and be condemned for the actions of people they didn't know who were extreme and radical terrorists. That would be like me saying...'Oh hey Suzy, your uncle got a DUI and killed someone, you must be an alcoholic asshole like him'. I wouldn't want someone judging me for the actions of others and I don't think any one else would either.

2. Imagine if Muslims told us we couldn't build a church or place of worship where we wanted to. Let's not lie, alot of people (cough Bill O'Reilly, FOX News..it's no secret I like neither of those things) would be going batshit crazy and raising hell over that. We're pretty much doing that and expecting these citizens of AMERICA to give up their freedom of religion and right to build on their own private property.

3. C'mon it's 2 BLOCKS AWAY. It's not like there setting up shop right on ground zero or right across the street. If you would be so bothered by it I'm sure there is an alternate route that you would be able to take as to not see or run into it.

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That is my overall opinion on it but I would like to hear what you ladies have to say and to see if I could see it from a different perspective...as I mentioned in previous posts, here is why I do this and what I expect if you want to participate....

There are alot of subjects out their that people really don't like to touch upon with friends or family. Conversations about race, religion, politics, sex, etc. are the usual topics that seem to fire up heated debates amongst people. And because I want to know you ladies better and on a more deeper level (besides your cleaning schedule & new fab find at Tar-jay) I'm going to pose Hot Topics on the blog for us ladies to discuss.

I'm am not here to offend anyone or set anyone off, I'm just doing this to gain other perspectives besides my own on different subjects.

Knowledge is power right?!?

So let's get this started and I hope that you will respond in the comments section with your views. But I will be up front and let everyone know that this is to discuss and exchange opinions. I appreciate the comments I receive but I will not hesitate to delete anything that is degrading or is posted to hurt feelings or to just be an asshole. This is my blog and if I feel like things are getting out of hand, I will turn off comments or just stop the whole post all together. So let's keep things lady like :)

Hope to hear from everyone!!

Whose Wheaties Did I Piss In?!?

(WARNING: If you don't care for cursing, lots of pictures, or bitching and ranting then you should probably click the X in the upper right corner now!)

I didn't want to spoil my exciting announcement yesterday with my shitastic day but I need to get it off my chest and since this is my blog, I will bitch when and where I please.

So yesterday I wake up in the morning and start getting ready for school just like I do any other day. I remember that before Big Man left for work that morning that he said he left my car keys in the garage because he had to get the garage opener...so in my still half asleep daze I venture to the garage to find my keys. I open the kitchen door that leads to the garage and before I can even step my foot in I am greeted by this:

Yeah, that's my car..but take a closer look a little above my car, see anything different?!?

Oh you still can't see...well let's take a closer look.
Well looky here...the piece of shit that they like to call an 'attic' decided to crumble, crack and fall and send all it's contents (i.e. suitcases, x-mas decorations, tupper bins full of toys etc.) onto

MY FUCKING CAR!!!
Now you can only really see the debris from this picture but if you look at the car head on, you'll be able to see the wonderful scratches and dents that now litter a car that I don't even own (sorry Drivetime!)
I never park on that side of the garage (FMIL does) but the one night that Big Man moves my car and puts it there, this shit happens. Really, what are the fucking chances of some shit like that happening?
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So then I head off to school.
Now you will remember that I said that I am not good at math and was nervous about my College Algebra class.....well....it turned out to be my worst fucking nightmare!
I sat in class for an hour and 15 minutes and by the first five minutes in I was completely fucking lost. I don't mean just a little bit, I mean 'Iii doo not uunddersttannd thhe woordds ccoomingg outt yoo mouuth' kinda lost. This lady was going so freaking fast, by the time I finished writing one problem she was like two problems over. And she didn't even explain how to even do it. She just did the problem like we knew what we were all doing.
Well maybe everyone else did..but I was lost in the fucking sauce.
So you know what I did this morning, dropped the class.
Go ahead, call me a quitter (I am, and I could really care less) but I don't have the time or the money to be wasting on a class that within the first week of class I'm already behind. I know myself and I know it would only go down hill from here, so instead I will be saving myself money and a headache and will try it again next semester.
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You thought things couldn't get shittier...
LOL, Silly you!
After I got done with my classes and then work I came home to this:

My poor little fishies are dying!

This is them in happier days before Big Man transferred them into their bigger tank, aka their Death Bed!

If you look closely you can see around their tail, gills and fins, what I think is blood collecting and I am pretty sure that it is not healthy.

It hurts my heart to look at them. I quite possibly might have sat in front of their tank last night and watched them chill at the bottom and swim a bit when everybody went to bed..I also might have shed a few tears.
It's sooo sad watching them and a part of me wants to just scoop them up and flush them down the toilet to put them out of their misery, but I don't have the heart to do it. When they die I hope I'm not home...I'm not even on my period but I become super emotional with things of this nature.

You might ask (or might not, but I'm gonna tell you anyway) but I have such an attachment to these fish because the were Big Man and my first pets together. I know there gold fish and they weren't going to live forever but they survived the move so I thought they were golden (pun intended).

This might be the last post of when I see them alive so please introduce yourselves to:
Kelis: she's the white fish and orange fish above. she got this name because she's 'bossy' and would always steal the other fishes food..hence why she is the biggest one and survived the longest.
Nas: it worked out better before the in real life ones got a divorce and had that baby mama drama...but he got his name because he is kelis' bitch boy. they really are inseparable (the fish that is)
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I'm done.

Thursday Tid-Bits...

Hello lovely ladies!!!

Miss me much?!?

Don't lie I know you did!

Since today is a blah kind of day here in Little Woman Land, I'm going to entertain you with a hodge-podge type of post.
Enjoy!

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So I've decided to hold off starting my 30 day Shred till I get back from vacay...

To be honest, I have a family reunion, a day at Hershey Park, and countless relatives that can't wait to wait on me hand and foot...I highly doubt I'll come back any skinner.

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Me & Big Man plan on going to see this:

Something about drunken middle aged male debauchery and a clueless adorable baby is entertaining.

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I'm crossing my fingers that my part-time job won't put me on the schedule for the next week so that I can enjoy and a pre-vacay vacay! :)

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Did anyone else find think that the shooting of the abortion doctor was completely fucked up and ridiculous?!? Pro-life my ass. To come in to a house of worship and murder someone who is serving their Lord is insane....and to think some sick bastards out there are actually considering this monster a hero...WTF?!? I understand this topic is a very heated subject and that people are very passionate about it but what this man did is complete hypocrisy...practice what you preach.

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Onto a lighter note:

Today is Magic Appreciation Day at my job, so that means we got to wear jeans and Orlando Magic shirts/jerseys/ or colors to support our home team.

Hopefully Magic make us proud tonight!

Hot Topic... Sunday?

I usually host Hot Topics on Tuesday (sometimes) but I wanted to address this today because it is going on today.

Again as I stated when I started the Hot Topics, it is to gain insight and other people's perspective on issues. I have my views, you have yours. We may disagree, but I would like to do it in a pleasant and appropriate manner. I will not tolerate any rude or crude comments.

Anyways, on to the topic...this is an especially hot one that is debated all across the country and where I never believe anyone will see eye to eye.

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Today in Indiana at America's foremost Roman Catholic University, Notre Dame, President Obama will be addressing the commencement exercises and receiving an honorary degree in law. Sounds simple enough, right?! Presidents' are honored all the time at college commencements and give speeches, no?!

Well today it will not be that simple.

It seems that over the past week, many Pro-Life supporters are protesting and speaking out against President Obama coming to the campus because of his views on abortion and stem cell research ( he believes in the legal right to abortions, but wants to work on reducing the amount). The PLP (pro-life protesters) plan on even showing up on campus to protest during the graduation.

This is where I have a problem.

It's fine by me that people have their own views and want to protest in what they believe in but I do think that ruining a college graduation, that these students worked so hard to achieve is wrong.

He is not just showing up unannounced, he was invited.

I know I would be pissed if people were purposely ruining a ceremony that I worked and paid alot for.

As of recently a few PLP have been arrested for trespassing at the campus and for resisting arrest.

What do you think?!?

Is anyone attending these protests?!?

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Oh, you want to know my views on these issues?

Ok..I don't mind.

This:

("Get your laws out of my drawers!")

Pretty much sums it up.

I don't think that it is cool to kill babies or to end the life of another person but I also don't believe that the government should have anything to do with choices that I make as a woman and that concern my body.

I also don't think that it is fair for people to pass judgement when they don't know some of the circumstances behind why some of these woman choose to have an abortion. Yes, they're crackheads and whores that don't care about anyone but themselves and choose to do it like it's nothing but there are also woman who feel like this is there only choice and is their last resort...to make assumptions that these woman are horrible, selfish creatures is sad. Unless you been through it, you don't know how that person feels, and even at that, everybody is different and chooses and reacts to it in different ways.

I find it strange though that some of the people that oppose abortion, fully support the death penalty. A life is a life right?!? I know that the argument may be that these people committed crimes or murdered someone else and justice is just being served...but it's pretty hypocritical to support one life and not another.

As far as stem cell research. I support it and I am behind President Obama's decision to lift the restriction of federal funding.

This is a statement that was on MSN.COM gives a good explanation of my feelings:

"...Women have the right to ... unused embryos created outside the womb for couples who cannot otherwise conceive [and] should be available for stem cell research. Such research holds the promise of finding treatments for some of mankind's most debilitating ailments."

Also a couple months ago while reading a favorite blog of mine ElizabethEsther.com, who has complete opposite views of mine but I still love her work and respect her (go check her out..she is a wonderful writer with published work and has the most adorable twins and family), I came across one of her posts about her opposition to President Obama's lift and this part caught my attention:

"Dr. Curt Civin (founding director of the Maryland Center for Stem Cell Biology and Regenerative Medicine):
"This was already life that was going to be destroyed," he said. "The choice is throw them away or use them for research."

This is where I see nothing wrong with it.

If it is going to be destroyed anyway then I see no problem in using it for research and to help better mankind and possibly learn more or cure some of the sicknesses and ailments that many suffer from today.

I understand the moral arguments underneath it but this is just what I think.

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I know alot of you ladies probably completely disagree with me and feel strongly about it the other way, and I respect your views and would love to hear about them, I just ask that if you decide to comment that their is NO personal attacks or crude comments. Keep it classy please :)

A Day to Remember...

I'm not going to say much because this day and this president is significant enough in itself but I am going to provide you with a picture of the 44th president and the new first family!

Enjoy!

Remember...

On the eve of the inauguration & of every year, the life and work of the man who led the way through the fight for Civil Rights and made the dreams of not just African-Americans come true but a nations.

Dr. Martin Luther King

Excerpt from the "I Have a Dream" speech...

"I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together....

...This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Without Dr. King, this would not be possible.

Thank you Dr. King!