From Boy to Man

The boy and his pops

I can't believe my son is 14 years old. It seems like just yesterday he was watching Barney videos and drinking from a sippy cup. Looking at him now...knowing the person he is...it just confirms what I've known for 14 years. God made me the caregiver of someone very special. Someone who showed me what a gift life is. For that I will always be grateful.

Happy birthday to a singular young man. I am honored to know you.

I love you, Bubba!

Mom~

SHUT...THE HELL...UP

If you are 30lbs overweight, should you really be criticizing the person who is 40lbs overweight?

Jesus said: First remove the beam from your own eye before you remove the splinter from your neighbors'.

Janine says: Shut your piehole, you hypocrite.

Damn it, Kanye!

If you didn't see Kanye's latest "stage invasion" I'm sure you've heard about it by now. I'm over trying to figure out why the man does the things he does. He's quickly becoming a parody of himself with his over-inflated ego and strange outbursts. I mean...there's eccentric and then there's pure, unadulterated arrogance and I think Kanye suffers from the latter. He couldn't just stand backstage and say "Beyonce was robbed"? He just HAD to go out onstage and steal Taylor Swift's shine 'cause why???

I think Kanye West needs to do two things:

1. Go to a psychiatrist and asked to be put on a cocktail of ritalin and prozac.

2. Take a really, really, really, really, REALLY long vacation.

Best way to end the summer.

Yesterday the boy and I went to my BFF Tira's house for a Labor Day celebration. All the BFF's were there w/husbands in tow as well as Tira and her husband's family. It was such a great time. Great company, great food, lots of laughs, jello shots and the best berry and pineapple martinis I've ever tasted. (I'm over 21 so I am allowed to partake) The kids were relegated to either the outdoors, or the "media room" which was just a room w/a television and a Playstation 3 (what more could a kid want, right?). I wish I had pics to post, but I forgot my camera.

I love hanging out with my best good girlfriends...we've all been close for about 10 years now and I just adore them. They are my counselors, my sisters and my friends. We've all got our own lives, but we make time for each other...either via a weekly IM chat, email, or facebook. And when we get together we have good laughs and great conversation. Friendships should be edifying, supportive and enriching, and we definitely let each other be exactly who we are and we're evolved enough to accept and love each other anyway. I'm definitely blessed to have these amazing women in my life.

I Miss the Boy :-(

My offspring has been away visiting his dad and his grandparents for about a month now. It's funny...I was so excited for the alone time but now I'm thinking it's enough now. And I'm a little unnerved by that. I never wanted to be the type of mom who has and has no desire for an identity outside of the role of mom. Don't get me wrong, my son is the most important person in my life, but "happy mom, happy kids". How can you be a happily functioning mother if you can't find pleasure in doing things that don't involve your children. There may be people out there that will think I'm a less than stellar parent(kiss my arse, by the way) but I just don't think that's the way to raise a little person to be a happy, fully functioning adult. THEY have to see YOU independent, happy, content, peaceful, satisfied in order to identify what those states of being look like. Right?

Having said all that, I do miss my kid. I miss hanging out with him at Border's, going to our favorite barbeque joint for lunch, and asking him about girls in order to make him squirm. The apartment has a different energy when he's not here. It's darker and has a little less life.

Saturday can't get here fast enough. Maybe I'll take him to Dave's for lunch and we can shoot the breeze and I can ask him about the cute girls he met in the ATL.

Is it just me??

Am I the only person who doesn't get this guys appeal? I mean...he's scrawny, his hair looks greasy and he looks like he only bathes on demand. That's going the right way for a bladder infection, ladies...if you get my meaning.

I'm sure he's a lovely and charming person, but really, what's all the fuss?

You sent a picture of your WHAT to WHERE, now??

Making one of my daily trips to "The Segment" and I see that the new development is that Neb, Andy and Kenza now have an "Adult Advisory" warning attached. I'm thinking, "okay...sometimes the language gets a little salty, but is it really that bad??". I click the button that allows me to continue on to the blog and Nebby has posted a blog explaining the reason for the warning. The Segment's gonna get a little mo' racy yaaaaaaaaaaaaall!! I'm grown, so it's no skin off of my back. I continue reading and Neb posts a little "love" letter to all the degenerates who send her pictures of their junk via email. Saywhatnow?? Who the hell does that?? I really want to know the thought process of a person who not only takes a picture of their penis, but has the balls (pun intended) to upload it to their computer and email it to someone they probably only know through their blog. Is it a planned activity or do they just wake up one morning and go "you know what? I'm gonna email a pic of my cock to Nebby today". I mean...Nebby's a beautiful girl, but if that's your approach...just kill yourself, dude. It's funny and not funny at the same time. It definitely speaks to a huge lack of respect for themselves, their mommas, their grandmomma, aunties, cousins, not to mention the person who is innocently reading their email only to stumble across a picture of someone's lil penis. And I'm not naive enough to think that there aren't women who enjoy receiving dick pics (oooh...let's call them that from now on, 'kay?) and probably reciprocate with some obscene pics of their own, but that don't make it right. It's not sexy, or cute, or appealing in any way. In fact, it's damn tired.

So, if you're reading this blog and you are a dick pic-er, put your pud back in your pants and find a hobby that doesn't involve your pee pee or the internet. I suggest whittling. You can start with that hunk of "wood" below your navel. Nasty.