Posts tagged ‘friends’

July 5, 2010

The best part of blogging? The stories…and not just mine

For me, the best part about blogging has been the people I’ve met along the way. There are some amazing stories out there…these are a few of my favorite addictions….

http://myexisdracula.blogspot.com/

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

A princess driving a white Mazda escaped from the Death Star and sped far away,
Taking with her the two tiny Princes, one being just an infant.
Few had ever dared to defy the great Lord Vader
and those who tried had been fed to Jabba the Hut.
The universe trembled with Darth Vader’s rage
As he vowed to destroy
the Princess,
reclaim his rightful ownership of the Princes,
and convert them to the Dark Side
thus making…something, something, something….Complete.

Clearly, this woman has a sense of humor and quite the story to tell, both of which are greatly appreciated.


Then there’s ChicSingleMommie

http://chicsinglemommie.blogspot.com/

A single mom’s random thoughts that translate into a mother’s unconditional love

Next up is a fierce little creature, Ms. Jenni, with two beautiful daughters

http://dearestme-singlemom.blogspot.com/

She’s on a mission to find herself…it’s awesome because she’s about to discover just how fabulous she really is…


July 1, 2010

What color was my what?!

It was once said that I was lucky that I hadn’t been burnt so bad by love that Id completely given up.

Clearly a memo was missed.

I happen to think that having your “husband” cheat on you with not one but two crackwhores, in your own home, while you’re giving birth is the kinda burn that can leave an incredibly massive blister on your heart.   And that’s only part of the fire Ive endured with misplaced love.

Shit, I have an entire post dedicated to reasons that I WONT date, plus I revoked my own rights to date until I was 30.

Fuck that noise….Im done. Keeping my heart in my pocket bitches.

Mhhmmmm….thats what Ive said for the last 7 years.

I convinced myself ages ago that there would be no happily ever after for me, it was going to be me and the PIT until she turned 18 and leaves me to chase her dreams (not boys) thus leaving me….destined to be the old cat lady. I wasn’t super stoked about it or anything but I had accepted it.  Ill get a fat lazy cat and yell “GET OFF MY LAWN” like Clint Eastwood did in Gran Torino.

(Badass flick btw..)

My outlook on my future as a single momma changed with one question outta the PIT’s mouth.

“What color was your wedding dress momma?”

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Motherfuck. It hits me. This is gonna be interesting…..

My daughter LOVES weddings….she loves everything about weddings, the music, the food, the chicken dance, (most recently she learned the Macarana) but most of all….she LOVES the brides that look like princesses.

So….how the fuck am I going to explain my “wedding”?!?!?

“I didn’t have a wedding dress” I replied.

“Why? What did you wear to the church” the PIT inquired.

*Motherfuck*

“Ahhhhhhh….well, I didn’t get married in a church.” I said

“Well then how did you get married?!” she squealed as if implying that I had been lying this whole time & never actually had been married.
*Pssshhh I wish*

“There are lots of way to get married darling…lotsa places…its not always in a church. Some people get married on a beach or in the woods or something…” I said (yeah…like that’s helping dumbass)

“Did you get married on a beach?!” the PIT asked almost hopeful
*Way to bring up the beach stupid*sweetbeach

“No.” I said as I tried to come up with some way to make this sound not so obscured in her simple lil mind. Turns out…it cant be done. “I got married at the courthouse by the Justice of the Peace” I said with a hint of shame in my voice.

*What a LAMEASS story! How disappointing! She LOVES weddings and wedding stories and I don’t have SHIT to tell her.

“Why?” she asked

“Because” —–Yes that’s all I said. So I left out the “because I was knockered” part…itll come.

“Who was there?” asked the PIT with a very puzzled look on her face….the one that says “Im not buying this because shit momma”

“Auntie” I said

“That’s IT?! She screetched “Was nana there? Or Uncle?”

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*Hmmm well that would have been tough considering I got married on a Saturday and called my family on Sunday night all “Oh hey btw…..I got married yesterday soooooooooo get off my back”

“Just Auntie” I said “That’s all we wanted…just a small, personal ceremony, it was very nice” I said

*Amazing I know. I managed to say that without projectile vomiting. I took a lot of Xanax but I did it.

Ill continue to do it because the PIT loves to hear stories…even though this particular story sucked and its hard for me to talk about him without wanting to puke….she loves to hear stories.

I think Id be ripping her off pretty badly if I didnt at least attempt to tell her any stories….

I think Id be ripping us both off if I didnt at least try to love again

May 30, 2010

Adventures of a MomStar week two

It’s Sunday?! Where the hell did week two go?!? Guess I got all wrapped up in my MomStar missions, chasing adventures and laughing that I lost track of time.

Did I get to all the things on this week’s list? No….only because I got side tracked with spontaneous and random acts of summer fun.

While I did accomplish of few of the challenges on my list

IE: Carlos was with me at all times and did come in handy quite often, I drank milk and ate like a normal person again, and I did make sure to remind the PIT how much I love her.  I had plenty of opportunities to tell her how proud I am to be her mom…

this week she graduated from her first year in track & field earning herself a Certificate of Excellence and ice cream (which she declared that she loved and that she would marry it, eat it and divorce it if she could.)

On Wednesday she rocked the shit out of the school talent show.  She was in the grand finale’ (of course-making it IMPOSSIBLE for me to sneak out early)

She stood proudly in the front row along with her classmates as they danced together on the dance routine you could tell, they had all worked very hard on.

The PIT loves to dance….and I love standing in the back, smiling with pride, snapping pics of my little dancing queen. And nothing feels like better that seeing your child totally giddy with her besties!

In addition to the big things at school….things got HUGE at home.

Yup. The pool opened early and all was right in the PIT’s world.  She’s only been counting down the days to the pool’s opening since October…..she was beyond friggin giddy and into her bathing suit in about 15 seconds flat.  With that, I skipped learning Yoga and put a hold on game night and I took the PIT to the pool where she swam till dark….

giving Tay and I the opportunity to hang out by the pool and soak up the sun….and wine

Friday was track & field day at teh PIT’s school and I had a lunch date with my favorite track stars

We had a picnic lunch on the front lawn at the school where the PIT’s teacher also joined us. The girls felt super cool eating lunch with their teacher AND the mom that all the kids stare at wondering if those were real tattoo’s or if I had just drawn on my arm with a pen.

(One kid made me spit wash my arm to prove I hadn’t just doodled on myself. Yes, I took the dare of an 8 year old and I won so he had to prove he could do the splits. He can. OW!)

After I proved myself to a herd of 8 year olds I was allowed on the playground.  The sun was bright in the perfect blue sky…kids were giggling….the sound of jump ropes hitting the pavement….it was almost narcotic.  I could not have asked for a better moment, memory to share with my daughter.

The girls dared me to jump rope with them so of course I did….I couldn’t let the children down for fucks sake.  I managed to jump rope with the girls and none of us were hurt in the process which is HUGE for the PIT & I who are incredibly graceful creatures.

Week two may not have stuck to the list entirely but considering the time was very well spent….I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Plus, thanks to my slacking I have most of week 3′s list ready to go!






May 21, 2010

One year & one dossier later

May 21, 2009.  The day that ModernSingleMomma introduced to her dossier and thus….inspired me to create my own dossier.  Not an easy task for me that day….

I woke up this morning trying my hardest to have and maintain a positive attitude/outlook.  This is simple task is one that I have always struggled with.  Ive been feeling so incredibly lost lately and it blows. Im sick of it. Time to grab this crazy train of a life and wrestle it into submission. I run my life. My life doesnt run me.

I wrote my dossier that day….one year ago today…..

So much has changed, improved, progressed in the last 365 days.  It’s time for me to do the same…..progress.

Today I wrote my Dossier 2010.  It was a bit easier than last year and I had much more fun with it this time around.


Lighten up…laugh….live….a lesson learned

I gave myself until Friday to finish my dossier….May 21st….one full year later…..

Why the deadline? Motivation. I suck at finishing things. One of the many things I intend to improve.


It’s Friday…..May 21, 2010 and this is my Dossier



Name:: Christeen

MomStarAlias:: Mama, Singlemama_cc, NotYourAverageSingleMomma, CC, your royal highness ;)


MomStarSuperPower:: Instead of striving to be a ‘leader’ I wait, lingering amongst the crowded chaos of life, waiting….what am I waiting for?

Prince Charming?


Bwahahaha Bitch pah-lease.

I’m waiting for *that one*…the one that stumbles, struggles…just needs a helping hand, a shoulder to lean on, someone to listen…the one who I look at and it’s like I’m looking in a mirror through time ….the one that resembles a former similar version of a past me….it never fails, there’s always one and that’s who I wait for.

The one that needs an encouraging reminder/dose of reality….I use the power of words to ignite the flame of self confidence in those who listen.

I have a wicked way with words and I make no apologies for that.

You think I’m hard on you? Girly…just think of what I did to myself.


If I’ve been there & done that–I’ll tell you, even if having been there & done that isn’t a moment of pride. It doesn’t matter.

The good, the bad and the ugly-no holds barred. No judgement. no advise, no ‘I told you so’…just listening, sharing…relating…

I use the lessons I’ve learned along the way, I use my power of passion and fierce spirit to pull that one off the edge because sometimes…it just needs to be done.

Sometimes, we could use a tug to save us from ourselves.

I’m here to do that.

Don’t underestimate my twig like arms….and never underestimate the exhilerating power of the truth.


My MomStarSuperPower is passion for compassion and nurturing those who need and/or deserve an obnoxiously foul mouthed, #assslap-in cheerleader.


Dress Up Closet:: A strapless red dress



Disguise:: Torn jeans,bigass shades, vintage t’s, camoflague pj’s stolen from a sibling (who is TROUBLE), sneakers, a stolen pair of flip flops and hats…I digg hats


Go to Gadget:: Iphone and Carlos the camera

(Why is it named Carlos? Because I have seen the Hangover THAT many times-duh)


Vice:: damn menthols


MomStarMagic Potion:: Wine, mama likes wine


MomStar Recharge Hub:: The comfort of alone rather than loneliness….meditation is my newest friend, the sound of the PIT’s laughter is an instant energy boost


Bratty spoilers:: Cheesecake, napping just because I can, the Hangover

MomStar Manual:: I’m learning as I go…..currently I’m devouring the words, lessons and laughs with Morgan, Girly Gazette, Parenting Pink and The Bloggess

(whenever Im in doubt-I think

“what would the Bloggess do?”


then I go see what kind of rumpusfun is going on over at her blog….

and by the time I’m done Ive  pissed myself laughing so hard  and totally forgot what the hell I was doubting.)

**Huh, guess that makes her my RESET button. Tits**

Weapon:: FIRE~ It will warm you, possibly fuel you but it will burn enemies. Also, I’ve got a dirty mouth and I know how to use it


Nemisis:: Depression, anxiety, fear and food that makes that squishy noise when chewed


Secret Ambition:: Start a revolution. Powered by truly honest and good people who don’t necessarily see things the same way but they see in the same direction.

May 4, 2010

Mom’s Nite Out 5-6-10

Thursday is National Mom’s Nite Out

#assslap ladies

You certainly deserve a nite to call your own.

As I mentioned before, Thursday is also ‘Family Fun Nite’ at the PIT’s school, what better way to celebrate my nite by going out and being mom!

Is that how this National Mom’s Nite Out works?

Uh huh. Works for me!

National Mom’s Nite Out says:

Ask a mom about Mother’s Day and she’ll tell you that she often has to focus on other mother’s in her life. What she would really love for Mother’s Day is a day off- Welcome to National Mom’s Nite Out.

True True.

I would love a night off.

In fact, I’m going to take the nite off…from stress, worry, coulda, shoulda, woulda’s and I’m going to cherish every mom moment I get to have with the PIT.

We’re going to have dinner, soda pop and hip hop (clever ey?)

She’s already informed me of what we will be doing, what she MUST show me, all the things about her school that she loves and all of her past teachers.

I’m not responsible for dinner or entertainment….all I have to do is love every minute of it.  That I CAN and I will do.

After I get the PIT tucked into bed, I’ll come back here, to all of you, my friends and tell you all about how frickin fabulous my spawn is:)

Join me for a “being a mom rocks, even when it sucks” kinda discussion?

(thats just my fancy way of saying come and brag with me)


For more from National Mom’s Nite Out check out the site here—>Photobucket

To join in on Thursday’s brag session………simply stay tuned~


April 26, 2010

There once was a man…

There once was a man, who made this girl feel something…..even though it didnt work out the way I had hoped…I cannot ignore it, deny it, or hide from it–I do indeed want to love someone and I do want to be loved.  I’m never going to have that chance if I keep running away from it.  Admitting I have feelings is really fucking hard for me…..but it’s harder to convince myself that its just not worth it…not when I honestly miss the way I felt when I wrote this….and why the hell should I?   

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When “our” song comes on the radio I cant help but grin….when I get a “good morning princess” text (everyday) my guts get all shakey and again I find myself grinning. 

 He makes me smile….giggle and laugh….a lot.

  MakeAGirlLaugh

When he sends flowers to my office #just cuz he makes me giggle and blush like a girl which is something I very rarely let people know….yes…turns out I am a girl….I do indeed have a heart and feelings. (fuck with em and Im still prepared to go all crazy white bitch on ya)

 

He makes me think..…think of things that Ive long since forgot about. 

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Ok fine.

  I never forgot about them, I just buried them in the depths of my being because admitting that they were there hurt and that sucks.  

Daydreaming of slow dancing on a beach near a bonfire, holding hands strolling city streets with a man that I adore and equally adores me…

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..all seemed pointless to a girl like me. 

Wishing and wanting something that youve already convinced yourself that youve missed your chance at is torture when all you can see are the shattered remains of what your life once was….the mistakes that youve made….

However, now when I think about these “things”, Im not afraid. Im not hurt…in fact….Im grinning…AGAIN. So many ideas, dreams, wishes and wants come flooding into my mind…so many things that Ive been so terrified of…..suddenly bring a smile to my face….

“ What I need is someone who will make me do what I can.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This quote struck one of those rockstar nerves….it makes sense to me.  I dont need to be told what to do or where to go or how to do it….I need someone who smiles, takes me by the hand, pulls my lazy bum up off the sofa and says “Come on baby…lets conquer the fucking world together…..or hit the road, see where we end up and lay in the back of my truck…we’ll roll with it…together”

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April 24, 2010

The Pit and Earth Day

Earth Day is an annual tradition at our house. 

The PIT INSISTS that we do our part to help clean up the planet. 

 She’s probably right.

Plus-I cannot resist those eyes–the passion to do great things–that is what I see in my daughters eyes.

 

 Believe me, she WILL do great things….she is an amazing being and I am so effing blessed….

 

 

This year the PIT and I met up with the hippie and @taytayllamalady and headed out to clean up our beloved trail. 

The hippie had assembled some “pick up” sticks for us

….the PIT kept referring to them as “our weapons”…

mhmmm-she’s her mothers daughter! 

Calm down. The only thing she assaulted was the trash she was suppossed to.

@taytayllamalady was the one

(as usual)

 using her stick inappropriately. 

Noone was injured or stabbed–the garbage took one hell of a beating though.

My girl was on a MISSION and there is no stopping her when she’s on a mission.

*Ok-technically-I am able to smash her missions at any time. Im her mom-I have super powers. It’s simply a matter of what missions to smash and which ones to encourage & praise*

It was a gorgeous day out and perfect for the PIT’s Earth Day mission!

The hippie and @taytayllamalady were happy to help encourage the PIT’s mission. 

 

 It’s memories like this that she will carry with her always~thank you both for being part of our lives & making memories

April 23, 2010

Rockstar mommas, world domination and even a few good MEN (I know, I was shocked too)

**For those of you who have been putting up with me over the last year as I blogged and unblogged….some of these posts are going to look firmiliar.  You’re not bonkers–they are firmiliar.  I’m going back to what I already knew—but I’m bringing new knowledge, feelings and experiences with me, adding them into the mix, shaking shit up and rocking the fuck on.  Mhmm…I slipped. Shit happens–I apparently AM human.  One fabulously bitchtastic human. Now, back to the original plan with a twist—** 

What makes a rockstar momma?

Tattoos, piercings, in your face hair do’s, a foul mouth and a criminal record?

 Is there an “official” definition for it? Beats me.

Not interested.

I’m making my own definition

 Making my own rules, marching to the beat of my own funky lil drum, rockin the shit outta this ozzy red/gwen stefani blonde hair, getting tattoos and one day……world domination.

I’m bringing some hott rockstar mommas with me too.

This picture defines what a rockstar momma is......beauty

Like this gorgeous creature… 

Each rockstar momma in this posse is unique and a rockstar in her own way. But we all share the common bond of “I’m a mother, not a damsel in distress” and that my friends, is a serious force to be reckoned with.

My rockstar momma posse is going to change the world by being honest, opinionated, respectful, caring, compassionate and not afraid to say “I fucked up. And?  I also survived.” 

We don’t judge each other or anyone else for that matter, we don’t bullshit, and we raise our children to be baby rockstars.

Not all the mommas in my rockstar posse are as “in your face” and brutally honest as I am.  Not all use fuck four times in one sentance like me.  Some of us are single mommas, some of us are married mommas…..  We all want the best for our children.  We will work together to be the change that we wish to see in the world and one day we will actually see the world change……when our rockstar babies take the stage the world will be a better place because they had kickass rockstar mommas and even in some cases….a superhero dad. 

 

Brace yourself and get ready to meet some of the most amazing rockstar mommas and dudes that are NOT dinks or douchers….EVER~

**Check out my first round draft picks in “Links to Dudes that are NOT DINKS”**

April 22, 2010

Dear not so random ‘hater’—you’re an asshole

According to my records (lol, records. Right, like Im organized)

According to the dates on past blog posts–it seems that FW1 aka Jacko aka Rufus, wandered into MY domain and started spewing some really off the wall crazy shit talk for no apparent reason.

None of the insults were actually insults because you see, none of them were anywhere near relavant to me, my blog, or my life.  I barely read his comments because he lost me after the first attempted insult.  This douchers opinion was so obnoxiously wretched, it was hard to believe a person actually thought like that.  First I took the good advise from fellow bloggers that said “walk away…just walk away”.  I deleted comments, took posts down, blocked the fuckwads ip address, and moved on.

Then, another mommyblogger, who also happens to be a dear friend of mine—like since high school kinda friend, contacts me…….she had been get ‘hate mail’ on her freshly started blog.  We blocked the ip address, the same fucking one I had blocked on my own blog weeks earlier.  I was irritated that this assclown was still harrassing women, not just any woman—-my friends.  In my best attempt to take the high road, I let it go. We blocked the ip address and if he really wanted to fight with someone that bad & went back to this badass mama friend of mine, well then, good.  Fuck with her–just try–you’ll be taking your ballsak home in a ziplock bag IF you’re lucky and she throws em back at you instead of crushing them with a big ass mallet.

Catch up here —

A few days ago he struck again.  Again, a mommyblogger who just started her blogging endeavour.  Again he comes along to piss on her parade.

“The Hater” said,

April 19, 2010 at 4:23 pm

I’m the hater. I will gladly say I think single moms, all the whining you ladies bring to the table, is nonsense.

You and all your single mom Twitter friends are most likely single moms because no man in his right man could deal with the whiney, I’m an independent woman nonsense. You’re not independent, at all, you have to have the rally cry of these other women and those on Twitter to feel good about yourself.

If you’re such a great mom, quit talking about, do it. We don’t need to hear about your kids, don’t care about where you take them, that you will one day be spending my hard earned tax money because you chose to keep reproducing, just shut up already.

All I have to say. Better luck to you in the future.

Now, seriously. What the FUCK is your problem dude? You *think* single moms, all the whining we bring to the table is nonsense?!  First of all, you should be thankful a lady brings ANYTHING to ANY table and quite frankly, if you don’t like our gawddamn tea parties, why the fuck are you still lurking?! Are you waiting for an invite fucker? Second, when you say things like *think* it implies you have a brain…which you then prove to not be true by continuing to speak. YOU’RE ASSHOLE IS SHOWING. AGAIN. Icka.

For example, when you say “You and all your single mom Twitter friends are most likely single moms because no man in his right man could deal with the whiney, I’m an independent woman nonsense. You’re not independent, at all, you have to have the rally cry of these other women and those on Twitter to feel good about yourself.”  I say, once I have stopped laughing my ass off, are you fucking high sir?  Have you ANY idea why ANY of us are single?! Do any research to back your shit talk up? I mean really dude-we fucking wrote the gawddamn book about who we are–we blog–its all right in front of your fucking face if you’d READ it you’d SHUT THE FUCK UP because you would see that you’re just being a dick. Yeah I could just block you again but Im on to you fucker…..you just move on down the list of mommyblogger links and attack at random.  I’m here to save you the trouble of searching.  I dont have to rally shit dude….I’ll argue you all you want…and then I’ll feel better thanks to YOU.  I LIKE pointing out assclowns.  Its fun for me.

THIS is my absolute FAV btw–”If you’re such a great mom, quit talking about, do it. We don’t need to hear about your kids, don’t care about where you take them, that you will one day be spending my hard earned tax money because you chose to keep reproducing, just shut up already.”  Bwahahahahhahaha….shoot! Spit on my screen a bit but damn thats funny dude.  I’d like to know who “we” is….the fucking turd in your pocket?! And if the turd and you don’t care about our kids then why the fuck are you stalking MOMMYBLOGGERS—they blog about their kids in case the title MOMMYBLOGGER wasnt clear.  Also, in regards to ‘your hard earned tax money’ I say this…bitch fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?! Oh thats right you didnt bother to check first. Here’s the deal. I don’t use your tax money for shit mother fucker. In fact, MY hard earned tax money is used the same fucking way yours is because I HAVE A JOB. AMAZING I know but working mommys is a big thing these days.  Also, you arrogant asshole, I CHOSE NOT to reproduce. Technically, you owe me some tax money for NOT reproducing dick.

So all I have to say to you sir is….keep bringin it.  I’ll keep proving you wrong by raising my girl (who is already a far better person than you), working so I can pay MY taxes and still have time to come back here and remind you that you suck a being a human.

Mommybloggers–if you have hate mail…feel free to contact me. Keep his caca off your pretty blogs and leave the shit tossing to me:)

April 21, 2010

Turns out, I *AM* the bitch you love to hate. I’m not gonna lie. It feels fabulous!

Remember that one time, no not at band camp-I went to & was kicked out of church camp ok-get off my back. Where was I going with this?! Oh yes.  Some of you may remember this post….

There’s something about this song that just gets me…..  

Dying Days” Brandi Carlile

  I left home a long long time ago
In a tin can for the road
With a suitcase and some songs
Chasing miles through the night time
Making tracks with no time for looking back
To the place where I belong

How these days grow long
But I’m on my way back home
It’s been hard to be away
How I miss you and I just want to kiss you
And I’m gonna love you till my dying day
How these days grow long
  

 When your sad you know I wish I could be there
To make your sorrows disappear
And set your troubles free
It’s not fair for me to be this far from you
But I promise to stay true, wherever I might be
  

 Time keeps burning
The wheels keep on turning
Sometimes I feel I’m wasting my days
How I miss you and I just want to kiss you
And I’m gonna love you till my dying day
How these days grow long
Time keeps burning on
How these days grow long
  

 Now I’m lost in a sea of sunken dreams
While the sound of drunken screams echos in the night
But I know all of this will come to pass
And I’ll be with you at last forever by your side
  

 How these days grow long
But I’m on my way back home
It’s been hard to be away
How I miss you and I just want to kiss you
And I’m gonna love you till my dying day
  

 Time keeps burning
The wheels keep on turning
Sometimes I feel I’m wasting my days
How I miss you and I just want to kiss you
And I’m gonna love you till my dying day
How these days grow long
Time keeps burning on
How these days grow long
  

Still a damn good song, one of my favorites fo sho.  When I posted this a while back I was simply strolling along, minding my own business, expressing myself and enjoying a damn good song…right here, on this blog…MY BLOGMy domain, literally, I bought it so when a troll entered my domain and starting pissing all over it….well I was fucking pissed.  Instincts kicked in and I immediately fought back and so did my friends, they stepped in and added their 2 cents….not defended me because I dont need defending but supporting me—there is a difference.  I’m perfectly cabable of taking care of myself.  I greatly appreciate the support of all my friends–reminds me that there are still good people in this world and Im damn grateful to have them in my life.  Back when all this went down, people kept telling me to “let it go” and “stop arguing” and so eventually I shut up….for a while.  Im done. 

It’s my duty to call the assclown, small minded, hateful, trolls that prey on single mamas THE FUCK OUT.

Meet “proof that some people are just plain fuckwads” #1….here by known as FW1 (clever, I know)

FW1 said this:

I read your ‘It’s like this’ page and you don’t rock at all. It’s always the little pukes who talk the loudest. Fuck you. I would like to beat the shit out of you

A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY!! Look I know that opinions are like assholes and everybodys got one but DUDE–yours is showing.  Thank you for helping me to prove my point–SOME men are complete and total dickwads.  So, FW1 was strolling through cyberspace, came across MY blog and suddenly felt the need to tell me & the world that he would love to beat a woman like me. FTR-a woman like me would love to be the one to beat the shit outta you with your own dick. Just saying.   Since I like to argue, I responded to FW1…

Awesome. So glad you read that post and then posted a comment on a completely unrelated post. If you disliked the first post so much why did you click to leave a comment on this post? Theres a little red ‘X’ in the upper right hand corner of your screen–if you dont like what I have to say–click the ‘X’ and move the fuck on. Pukes like me are only loud when we’re provoked by fucks like you. You’d like to beat the shit outta me? For what exactly? Living my life? Fuck you. This isnt your story, this isnt your blog, in fact…this has NOTHING to do with you so if you dont like it here, get to steppin

Thanks for droppin by bitch-Im off to ROCK the shit outta this motherhood bit. Todays lesson: Respect for others and when to use the “if you dont have anything nice to say dont say anything at all” option.

FW1:

I will give you the reason why I would so love to beat the shit out of you. But first of all, let me tell you who I am. I am a 40 yr old man, single and never married, no kids. So, now before you spew your epithets of ‘haha, you can’t get laid!’ or, ‘you’re a loser, you’re single!’ let me pre-emptively strike you before you spew those things by saying that I already know everything about you. Like most people today, I have seen three of my close friends get married and within one or two years divorce. Looking back, it is clear to me this was a strategy on their wives part to acquire a baby and that’s it. Just get the sperm and split, then file for divorce, limit visitation and alienate the father. One of my friends even had the ex claim child abuse, which I found out is a common ‘chess move’ to limit visitation even more, making it easier for the mother to turn the kid against papa. I’ve seen it all. So what does this have to do with you? Very simple, like so many modern women today, you are claiming to be strong and independent, but you start your post with a song, saying “There’s something about this song that just gets me…..” This makes you a pussy, the very opposite of strong. I don’t need to find out any more about you, that speaks for everything. You cannot have it both ways, you cannot be strong, independent and ‘kick ass and rock on’, and be a soft little flower longing for your soul mate. Haha-fucking ha on you, bitch. And here is another thing. Children from single parent homes fare much worse than children from intact families, so you are at a huge disadvantage. Actually, you really are your average single momma. Just because you say you’re not doesn’t mean you’re not. What about you is unique? You’re just a woman, and like so many today, you are trying to be a man. No wonder you are single, you are a fucking little child with a cinderella complex, covering it up with a cowboy hat. Who could live with someone like you? Ok, I’m done. Fuck, it would be fun though to give you a good ass-whipping. Maybe stick in your head in the toilet boil and screw you from behind first, though. Have a nice day.

Now seriously. It’s one thing to have an opinion, its one thing to be an asshole–it’s an entirely different thing when you throw your horseshit hatred at me and my friends.  Like picking on mamas do ya? Heres the deal haters. BRING IT.

I repiled to FW1:

So fuckwad lemme get this straight. In addition to beat the shit outta me youd like to and I quote —”stick in your head in the toilet boil and screw you from behind first, though”. Is that what gets you off? Beating and raping women. And you single? Shocker.

I didnt ask about you or your friends because, well quite frankly, I dont care. But yet you were kind enough to drp by MY blog yet again and spew your shit. Gonna put me in my place are ya? Pssssshh—bitch please. If youre friends are anything like the classy wad of fuck that you are then I pity the ex wives.

And yes, you’re *so* right. I invested 7 years of my life just to get his sperm. This is *exactly* what I had planned.

Im not “claiming” to be strong & independant, bitch I am strong & independant. Children from single parents are doomed? Uh huh, so Id say its safe to say you are from a single parent home. Is that what youd like to blame you crazy babble on? Its douchebags like you that make me quite proud to be a single momma. Id rather raise my child without the influences of a possible rapist.

Who the fuck are you to say I cant have it all? Im a pussy because this song gets me? Good.
Ignorant and narrow minded fucks like you make me sick. Bitter much? Christ! Get a blog and vent dude. Take your shit talk somewhere else….nobodys buyin it

You’d like to beat the shit outta me? Id like to shoot you right in the dick.

*Enter my girly RockStarMomma30 (seriously-dont fuck with her unless you’re prepared to carry your balls home in a ziplock baggie)

Let the psycho analysis begin…

Listen, “Jack-o”ff:

First and foremost, let’s address this bending a woman over the toilet and fucking her as well as kicking her ass. I certainly hope that you are on the registered sex offenders list because not only is this illegal without a woman’s consent, but it is also morally wrong AND a pathetic and insulting way of trying to “come back” at my dear friend when she has obviously backed you into a corner and you have nothing else remotely intelligent to say except to verbally threaten rape, battery, and assault. In case you did not read, fucktard, she packs heat and she’s not afraid to use it, so good luck with that one big guy. Let me guess, you are the pervert that everyone imagines, sitting behind their computer desk, watching illegal videos on illegal websites of women being raped and tortured to death all the while jerking off to it. Have you wondered why the keys on your keyboard are sticking? It’s from you spumming on it you sick mother fucker.

Secondly, You’re 40 years old, have never been married (thank God for the women out there BTW), and have no children (thank God for that as well because I’m getting a sexual molester vibe from you). How fucking sad is that? You have nothing better to do with your time but sit behind your computer screen and read random blogs by smart, independent, single mother’s just trying to find their way through life without getting attached to small cocked pions like you that have no clue on how to treat a woman. There are too many of you in the world and YOU, my (more then likely) ugly, fat, balding, jerking off in the shower to mental fantasies of beating and raping a woman, are the epitome of why many women have made the CHOICE to be single, especially single mothers as they do have a child to protect. You are a disgrace to your gender sex and deserve my size 8 1/2 shoved up your ass sideways…but wait…40, single, no kids? You may get off on that sort of thing – no judgement here my loose assholed friend. You’re 40 now, so imagine you in another 20 years…You’ll be sick fuck sitting at the end of a bar somewhere with a long handled mirror using it to look up women’s skirts as they pass by, and then later propositioning them for sex. Spank it much, “Jack-o”ff??? I’m sure you do considering your warped view on single women/mothers. No woman in their right mind would let your disease ridden cock within 20 feet of them.

Speaking of warped views, this brings me to number 3. Do you honestly believe that your friends marriages fell apart all due to their spouses? News flash, dick-lick, 42% of marriages dissolve in the first 5 years these days, and if your friends have any of the same contributes as you, I am happy for their ex-spouses. Hanging out with the likes of you definitely does not put a feather in their cap. It is also a fact that, you mentally challenged IDIOT, that many of those broken marriages occur AFTER a child is born to the relationship because the men feel threatened by the amount of time and love the mother has for the baby, and hence feel neglected. There is a reason behind why most child custody cases favor the mother, because men like you can’t handle the pressure. Let’s also address your belief that all these ex-spouses wanted was their, shall we call it, man juice SOLELY for the intent of getting pregnant with your friends demon spawn JUST to collect a child support check? REALLY? I am amazed you, or your friends for that matter, can even find your penis’ in the morning to piss. Since you have no children, I’m not amazed at all that you are unaware that being a single parent is hard fucking work. Let me guess, you misogynistic piece of shit, you are the type of pig that believes that a woman’s place is in the kitchen and that we should have nothing else intelligent to say unless it’s approved by the man? That bra was burnt in the seventies ass-lick. It is hard enough to make ends meet with 2 incomes in a family, much less be single, a woman with men like you out there, and have a child to support without government aid OR a support check from the worthless father. That, assclown, is exactly what my friend, the one that you were so quick to criticize, deals with everyday. But you would’ve known that if you had taken time to read ANY of her other posts.

Let me take a stab at your general “profile.” You are a male, 40 years old (as already stated), 5′8″ – 6′2″, dark, short hair, fat (200-250 maybe), and balding. you probably work in a male predominated “career” since you’re threatened by women or you have a desk job where there is little interaction needed with other’s because you are a fucking freak and have nothing original to say. You grew up in a 2 parent,middle to lower class, home where, figuratively speaking, your father brought home the bacon while your mother stayed at home to cook, clean and tend to the offspring. You spent your teenage years fantasizing about ass-raping small farm animals and capturing dogs and cats and torturing them to death (maybe not the last sentence, but reading your mindless babble has me believing that you could be a serial killer). You more then likely grew up watching your father degrade and beat your mother, all the while believing that this was ok because the man rules in his home. This would explain your threats to kick my friends ass. You were either possibly sexually abused by a relative or you were an ugly ass child who never had a date and were always the last to be chosen, even over girls, for school sport teams. This would explain your bitterness toward strong women in general as well as your would be fetish for raping women from behind over a toilet. More then likely you rely on prostitutes for your sexual needs and have had several venereal diseases as a result. You are, and will continue to be through the rest of your years, a lonely, sad man and will probably end up killing yourself. 9 times out of 10 though, I’m betting your true bitterness toward women comes from you falling head over heels in love with a woman sometime in the past, she did not return your feelings of intimacy, broke your heart and took a shit on it right in front of you with a smile on her face.

Suck up the pain you dickless wonder, and quick stealing other peoples thunder all because you’re a self-hating jack ass that likes to make other people feel bad because it makes you feel good to have other’s on your level. Quit being a weiner and get a shrink

Don’t even try to keep up with me intellectually. I can almost feel my IQ dropping 10 points just having to remind you of what a fucker you are. In ending, and I’m sure I speak for most single parents and parents in general…KISS MY ASS.

The end.

See, told ya not to fuck with her but nooooo, too cool to listen to me.  GOOD! This is pure entertainment for me & my girly! You actually think you’re going to break us? Gimme a fucking break haters. There is nothing you can do to break us.  You are providing us with a good chuckle so for that–thank you

After blocking FW1′s ip address he changed his identity.  I’m flattered! You love to hate me that much??!! Bwahahahahahha You funny. You’re also ignorant which was proven, yet again

FW1:

Well, where to begin? I wish I could give you comfort by reporting that I am all of what you say: short, fat and bald I am 6′3, 185lbs and a mane of dark hair that is both thick and lush. I have had girlfriends and I was the one to dismiss them. Again, I know this is problematic because it points to the disjunction between your worldview and reality. Your profile pic tells a story in itself: a black and white photo of you and your lovechild posing sexually before the camera, pouty lips and all. (OMG! How dare you! GASP!) Yes, what more sign of narcissim than that? I already know everything about you and your husband, too. Thanks for that. Well, you have humiliated him by posting here, and in so doing, humiliated yourself. Hope you’re happy about that. How, do you ask? Because you’ve displayed the vanity at the base of every woman’s heart. Your baby as status-symbol, sperm acquisition. Kind of like a piece of jewelry, or an expensive accessory. Tell me, who wears the pants in your family? Your husband? I doubt it. How could a modern woman allow that? Do you share responsibilities equally? How so?

The reason my posts were met with such passion is because of the resounding truth to them. A divorced woman will founder in her search for loving relationships. Men simply do not respect narcissistic women. You and your friend have demonstrated that you are. So you’re divorced? What this tells a guy is that you pick the wrong men, or that even when you’re in a critical situation (like being a parent), you can’t keep the father around. Is the father a jerk? Perhaps, but again – YOU picked him!

In either case, you chose to have this children, and for whatever reason the children’s father isn’t around, as he should be. This isn’t a reflection on the men you date from here on; it’s a reflection on you. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

Remember: there is nothing so selfish as having children in the first place! After all, the children don’t ask to be born – YOU decided that FOR the child. For that reason, you owe them everything – and every possibility for success in this difficult world. By not having the father around, these kids are already at a disadvantage.

Why would a man want that much trouble? Further, just because the man loves the mother, that doesn’t mean that he’s going to love the children, nor must the children love the man! He has had nothing to do with their upbringing thus far, and, depending on your point of view, may have no involvement in their future upbringing either!

Now, you’re really going to hate this: men with kids aren’t the challenge for women that women with kids are for men! Why not? Because of many reasons including:

* Men rarely get sole custody of children in divorces at the worst; they have shared custody, and often not even that, and
* Men usually have some other “support” group to watch the kids – when they’re at work for instance.

Having children is the most important decision you will ever make in your life. Frankly, it affects your life in profound ways – including your relationships. You’re just going to have to live with the fact that your choices have impacted your own possibility of getting – and keeping – a fulfilling relationship; that that it’s impossible, but it is much more difficult. This isn’t my rule – it was here when I arrived.

Do you have any response even remotely intelligble, my little drama queen? I must admit, I had to laugh when you said you wanted to stick your foot up my ass. There are many men -most men, who intuitively and instinctively defer to women, in the form of chivalry. But this is trend is fading away, slowly but certainly. Of course, moving furniture and heavy equipment will still be done by men, but courtship is another thing entirely. So when I hear a woman like yourself say that she will put her foot up my ass, my response is, “Do you think I am so nice I won’t return the gesture”? You will lose, cupcake. I outweigh you. The altercation wouldn’t last but a few minutes. I could care less about your protestations, calling Dateline NBC, your husband, bla bla bla.

So there you have it, princess. No, I am not a psycho in some basement. Although I admit I am a weirdo, just not a psycho. No, my father never abused my mother. He was the principal breadwinner, and I grew up in an upper-middle class home in the suburbs. No, I never faced rejection. In fact, I had women chasing me, which is quite the ego-enhancer. Currently, I am taking a few years off from my position as a ship’s officer, to gain another perspective on life. As I stated before, I have so many of my guy friends divorce, I made the decision to not marry. As it turns out, 70% of all divorces are initiated by the woman, and the reason is not abuse, or neglect, or alcoholism. It is because the wife is bored. (*shock*) Additionally, courts award the child to the wife, and in many instances, the ex wife will knowingly and willingly teach the child to hate the papa. So Sad. Furthermore, custody is not based on parental capability, but a bias which favors women. Or is that womyn? In any event, it has soured the whole institution of marriage for me, and the reasons I have stated above.

So now what about you, though? You have demonstrated that you will pose sexually for the camera with your love-child, pouty lips and all? What can we deduce from this? Narcissism? We certainly can. But how will that affect your relationship with your husband? I mean, you do need him, don’t you? Or do you? Are you independent, socially and financially? Can you leave him, if you had to? What happens when you are no longer fulfilled? Are you even educated? If you don’t have at least a BA or BSc, it is tits up for you, sister. Your stuck. So what is the future for you? Looks fade away. Soon, sooner than you will like to admit, those pouty lips will no longer be marketable. The baby attached to your breasts will grow, and a new identity will be required. For you, the roles are limited. You can be a Mom, an American Mom, that’s about it. Me, well, as it turns out, things get better for men as we age. Happiness increases. Choices multiply. The properties which I own will only go up, as I purchased them after the crash when they were cheap. There is no way out for you, though. You will age, and your looks will fade. Sorry about that.

As for ‘notyouraverage singlemomma’, well, no need to elaborate. You’re screwed, too. Have a nice day.

I’m not gonna lie. I barely even read this nonsense because it’s so fucking obvious this doucher has NO fucking idea who I am.  If you’re going to beat the shit out of me or “want” to (sick fuck) then you should at least hate me for me–you totally fucking missed here dude. But again, greatly amused by the ignorance! A simple reply was all that was needed.

Point proven. Some men are fuckwads.

Step off “rufus”, you’re not welcome here. In fact–you’re border line stalking.

However, lets not forget that this doucher attacked RockStarMomma30 for no good reason.  She finished with this masterpiece:

Okay, I’ll bite, but let’s get a few key points out of the way first. Since you were so kind to provide a little “background” I will too.

1. My “love child” as you called her is not a product of a previous relationship. She is my husbands. We are proud and wonderful parents and share the responsibility for her upbringing equally. She wants for absolutely nothing. She has her daddy’s attitude and my “narcissistic” mouth. All the better to put losers like you in their place as she grows, which I am quite proud of. Just as a warning, if you mention my child or say anything negative about her in any way again, I will be sure to turn you in to the proper authorities. She is, after all, an innocent child and her existence has nothing to do with you. Shame on you for even mentioning her…it shows your selfishness. No, I am NOT kidding about turning you in…mention something negative about her again ass face.

2. The photo that you speak of is the result of my wonderful husband being artistic with a camera…he took it…and I am very proud of his talents as he is a world renowned artist. A fact that had no impact on my decision to marry him when he asked without pressure from me. I am proud of him and am with him because I love him, with every piece of myself. We have a level of devotion to each other that a shallow prick like you will obviously never understand as you are too damn selfish. Who wears the pants in the family you ask? Neither of us do. Marriage is a partnership, where one leaves off, the other picks up. If I had to choose though, I would say him. I am happy that he likes being a man because in previous relationships I had to be because of what’s commonly known as the “Peter Pan” syndrome where boys don’t want to grow up and expect their significant other to be a mother to them which I’m sure would be the case with you. The photo itself represents a breakdown of the “bare” essentials of a love and protectiveness that a mother has for her child – something you will never understand. The fact that you noticed my “pouty lips” is just proof that you find me sexually attractive. What bother’s you more? The fact that my lips are naturally that pouty or that you would like to have sex with me? Thank you for the compliment by the way, I’ve never really seen my self as attractive, just confident. You’re right, my looks will eventually go, but not for a while since I have good genes so I’ll enjoy them while they last. When they’re gone, oh well. I’ll still be me, I’ll still have a wonderful husband who’s looks will also have faded, I’ll still be a great mother, but most importantly I will have known TRUE, UNCONDITIONAL love. That’s what’s important…not vanity, not looks….but love, something you will NEVER experience.

3. If you would like to talk about credentials, you shallow minded misogynistic pig, I currently have my BSN and am working on my master’s. Prior to that I was a CPA for 8 years before deciding that I was sick of numbers. I still do that part time, however, during tax season. You, my friend, steer a boat which any idiot can do. What did that take? A few months learning how to operate the machines that run the boat for you? Wow, big accomplishment there. As I mentioned in my previous post…A MALE DOMINATED CAREER. What am I talking about? You don’t even do that right now though as your taking a few years off to basically get your fucked up priorities straight! Silly me.

4. I am HAPPILY divorced. You’re absolutely right on one thing though, I chose VERY wrong. My ex-husband was not only an alcoholic, but an abusive one at that. He also was an adulterer. He wanted kids and I refused because I would not subject an innocent child to him. One night he came home drunk, cracked my skull, broke a few ribs, and when I woke from unconsciousness I found him puking in the toilet where I then decided to grab my aluminum baseball bat that I have affectionately named “Bruiser” and proceeded to nearly beat him to death with it. Afterwards I was kind enough to call an ambulance, mostly for me, but I could’ve shoved his ass into a closet and left him to die which he more then deserved. I’ve heard he’s impotent now from what I did to him…thank God. The abuse cycle ends with him as does his warped version of what works in a relationship. I should introduce you two as I’m sure you could be great friends. I filed a restraining order and charges and HE, you insolent idiot, filed for a divorce. Before you come up with some witty rebuttal that I turned him that way, you’re wrong, he was a dumbass before I met him, I just didn’t get references from his previous girlfriends. You see, I was that weak minded woman of your dreams while I was with him. I looked for the wrong attributes in a man; what would generally be referred to as a bad boy. I forbid myself to be in a relationship for 2 years following him, not because there weren’t offers, but because I needed to re-evaluate what I wanted in a man and taught myself to think differently – hence the way I am now. I did not embarrass myself nor my husband by posting here, because unlike you, he is not threatened by the thought of a strong woman. He revels in the fact that I can protect myself, and does not interceed when I proceed to beat the living shit out of small brained pions like you. I guess between the self defense classes, a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and current kickboxing classes, he figures I can take care of myself. His mother is a lot like me, and raised him to not be intimidated by women. Too bad your mother didn’t do that for you…but I’ll skip the “yo mama” insults and proceed onto my next point because unlike you I’m not going to attack your family members. That is a low blow and I’d rather keep the fight between us.

5. I’ve got to ask, you use the term “love child” while referring to my daughter as well as “mane” referring to your hair. The sixties are long gone you worthless turd. Drop a few hits of acid for me though, this definitely would explain your version of a warped reality. Never mind, your from Canada, that explains your idiocracy all by itself…Eh? You said that you HAD women chase you. Key word: HAD. You also mention chivalry and how it applies to “courtship.” Chivalry is not fading or dead, it merely just comes in different forms. Chivalry used to mean opening doors, paying for meals, defending a woman’s honor, ect. Like most species though, we have evolved (maybe not in Canada). Chivalry now can be something as simple as doing the dishes after she cooks a meal, babysitting the children while she goes out and has a little fun with her girlies, or merely mowing the lawn and taking the remnants out to the dump. Not everything is as black and white as you see it, bone head.

6. Yes, I could definitely make it without my husband, I choose not to. I am not dependent on him for anything except for his love, devotion, and honesty, which I happily return. In fact, we’ve already discussed what would happen in a divorce, and we agreed to joint custody and no child support from either side – just a monthly donation to her college fund from both sides. I do not have a Cinderella complex, a daddy complex, or any related psychological problems, much to your disappointment I’m sure. I am well adjusted and completely, deliriously happy with what I consider my soul mate, lover, best friend, and confidant. Us having a child only strengthened our relationship and helped us work better as a team. I looked for years for a man like my husband, always coming up short finding men like you. Our child is NOT a status symbol as you suggested. My beautiful and intelligent daughter only cemented our devotion to each other and added to our wonderful family. I would not expect pond scum like you to understand that. I agree, having children is the most important decision you will ever make and that is does affect you in a profound way, including relationships. How convenient that you speak of something that you have never experienced. It’s like a person with no children telling a parent how to raise their child, and until you’ve experienced it first hand you have no room to instruct. You will NEVER now the joy of carrying a baby for 9 months, feeling it grow inside you, getting it’s precious little foot stuck in your ribs or bladder, and, when it’s time, pushing it out and seeing it’s beautiful face for the first time. That, my friend, is why custody goes to the mother because technically we’ve been a parent for longer…9 months longer to be exact. You see, for a mother parenting comes at conception. We make the sacrifices to keep the child healthy. For a man, parenting comes when the child is born.

If you want to have a character debate asshole, you’d better come at me with something allot better then what you have. The fact that you posted on this again, reiterating the same insults originally meant for my wonderful friend that I’ve known since high school, then twisting them and poorly attempting to apply them to me, proves that you have nothing original to say and that you have no idea what you’re talking about. You spoke of raping and beating women in your previous posts and then threatened to return the favor with my size 8 1/2. Try it fucktard, my friend will be there with me, and, as both her and I mentioned, she packs heat and is prepared to use it. I would simply wait for you to go down and then proceed with my 8 1/2. Your right, it wouldn’t be much of a fight. I never said I fight fair. As ShredderFeeder said, thank God you didn’t…or maybe can’t…procreate. Your particular brand of stupidity dies with you (BRAVO btw to ShredderFeeder). Times up needle dick…be real or be gone bitch…and yes, that’s exactly what you are, and after this post I think I’ll refer to you as MY bitch.

Have I mentioned that RockStarMomma30 should NOT be provoked?

 

Or that I love her and find the way she wipes the floor with brutal HONESTY and REALITY. 

 

 

So what’s the point of all this?  My mission. 

Dearest haters,

Search no more.  You feel the need to spew hateful and vicious insults at mothers, I get it, you’re fucked up. I’m here to help.  Now you have a place to spew your hatred.  Right here. With me. No more do you need to seek out other single mothers and try to tear them down just because you’re a piece of shit.  You like to argue and call names? ME TOO!  Bring it bitch.  Unlike you, my words are more than clever and equally vicious, THEY’RE TRUE.  I’d dont give a shit shat what you think about single mothers. I’ll argue with you and defend single mothers everywhere simply because I CAN and its in the best intrest of humanity that I blow the “YOU’RE A DICK” whistle more often.

Sincerely-

The bitch you love to hate