Big Ups to old school hip hop and the eighteenth letter (Rakim for those of you who don't know)
Well, my wifey said it best - we have been out of the loop for a moment, but (almost) 4 months later, we have returned to our proper spot of the "blogosphere".
She has made a commitment to blog on a weekly basis, so I too will blog more on a regular basis (not quite every week, but I'll keep 'em coming). I do want to point out, my thoughts and ideas are probably not as 'sane' as my wife's, but I will do my best to let y'all into my thought process of the daily happenings in the life of J.A.M. v 2.0 (Jason & Akesha Moore version 2.0 - Version 1.0 belongs to James & Annie Moore)
As wifey has done, I also have a few items that have been building in the last few months to talk about:
I want it all; Wants vs Responsibilities
My Insomnia has met it's match
Rules of Engagement (continuing series on the Rules EVERYONE has; men, women, white people, black people, husbands, mothers, etc, etc, etc...)
And of course S.U.M.M.E.R. M.O.V.I.E.S. is about to start up - May 6th - Thor
So, with all that being said -
Let's go!!!
HOLLA!!!
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3.31.2011
I'm Baacckkk
So I know it's been awhile, but apparently having a baby will do that to a mama. However, I'm back now and boy do I have stuff to blog about. Matter of fact, I'm planning to do it at least once a week. And yes, I must warn you that most of them will be about this sweet little bundle of a miracle that I'm acclimating to life. I'm sure once we head out doors when the weather warms up, I'll have more worldly craziness to discuss, but until then ... you get my brain on baby (or husband or family) minus what the crazies of the world have done. I do watch a few minutes of news or read a few lines of news every now & again so I may surprise ya with a few lines of WTFoolishness towards that. But yeah, this was just to let whoever out there is following & reading up on us ... that we're back.
Blog to look forward to as I get back on board (in no particular order):
Side Note: If you don't agree with me (or any other mother) blogging, talking, etc about their child all the time, get over yourself. He's a piece of me & we spend darn near every waking hour together. AND I read that talking about him actually enhances my brain - I'm all for brain power galore!
For now ... that is all ...
Blog to look forward to as I get back on board (in no particular order):
- Final Four of the "Who-The-Hades"
- That Gaseous Milk
- This Beast of a Kid
- Modesty & Breastfeeding
Side Note: If you don't agree with me (or any other mother) blogging, talking, etc about their child all the time, get over yourself. He's a piece of me & we spend darn near every waking hour together. AND I read that talking about him actually enhances my brain - I'm all for brain power galore!
For now ... that is all ...
11.16.2010
Preggo Boot Season
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| No I don't own these (yet), but I'd rock 'em! |
Oh well! Hopefully, I won't miss the entire boot season since clearly it's cold up here until July. The question is will I have a fear of dropping our little bundle of joy wearing them ... hhhmmmm?! We shall see because when a sista gets back to working out, I'll be sure to include balancing workouts so that it won't be an issue. And yes, I am already planning to work out after Kiddo's arrival because if I don't, I won't start. Y'all know when you don't plan, you plan to fail ... so yeah. I won't be that mommy. If anything, this kid will be my motivation to be better at working out, eating nutritiously, and anything else to take better care of myself so that they have a good role model in me too (daddy does pretty well at working out - gotta work on his "nutritious" eating habits). No kid of mine will be sitting around being lazy eating us out of house and home for no reason ... no sirree! Plus, we got plans for this kid which includes plenty of sports and having fun with all of that extra energy that kids bring. Yeeeaaahhhh buddy!
11.10.2010
Why are you "Friend Requesting" me on Facebook when I don't speak to you in person? AND I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME?
What up good people..?
Yet another "Facebook Issue" has come into play as I continue to try to mind my own business in this day to day grind I call "Life"...
I won't say that I'm a hobbit, I actually like people (at least more than my spousal counter part does ;-) But I'm not really one to like EVERYONE that I meet. That's just impossible. But I try not to be rude to anyone because, that's just disrespectful. Sometimes people mistake your kindness, or "lack of meanness" (yes I just made that a word) as "you are my friend"... So not the case... But as I sit here and write this, I have at least 5 'Friend requests' sitting in my que on Facebook. So I simply state:
Why are you "Friend Requesting" me on Facebook when I don't speak to you in person? AND I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME?
I'm not gonna lie - this tends to happen to me quite a few times, usually with people that I see at a certain place that I will not name because it might give it away. All I will say is that the place is located in Ann Arbor, behind Mack Elementary school, on Red Oak...
But, why? WHY do you feel the need to hit me up?
Is it because we have a common bond? Perhaps we attend church together, or we work in the same building. We may choose to dine at the same place on a few occasions - that makes one of us a stalker, and I know it's not me...
Perhaps you feel this could draw us closer, we have the same friends, and even are in the same ministries at church. We might just be cordial every time we do see each other. I should probably let you know, that's because Mrs Moore raised a polite young man, not because I want to be your friend...
Maybe you're on "Facebook overload". I get it, you're new to the whole "social-networking" thing and you want to amass as many friends as you can in the quickest amount of time. Please do not use me to get your numbers up! I do understand that you may not have had that many friends in high school; don't try to over-compensate now...
I get it, you're trying to regain your glory of when you were younger and cool and isht and EVERYONE wanted to hang with you. I'm not that dude! I'm like Trench from Naughty by Nature; I do my dirt all by my lonely!!!
But it's cool - handle yours and keep on sending friend requests. Just make sure that you don't get your feelings hurt when I ignore them...
Holla!
Yet another "Facebook Issue" has come into play as I continue to try to mind my own business in this day to day grind I call "Life"...
I won't say that I'm a hobbit, I actually like people (at least more than my spousal counter part does ;-) But I'm not really one to like EVERYONE that I meet. That's just impossible. But I try not to be rude to anyone because, that's just disrespectful. Sometimes people mistake your kindness, or "lack of meanness" (yes I just made that a word) as "you are my friend"... So not the case... But as I sit here and write this, I have at least 5 'Friend requests' sitting in my que on Facebook. So I simply state:
Why are you "Friend Requesting" me on Facebook when I don't speak to you in person? AND I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME?
I'm not gonna lie - this tends to happen to me quite a few times, usually with people that I see at a certain place that I will not name because it might give it away. All I will say is that the place is located in Ann Arbor, behind Mack Elementary school, on Red Oak...
But, why? WHY do you feel the need to hit me up?
Is it because we have a common bond? Perhaps we attend church together, or we work in the same building. We may choose to dine at the same place on a few occasions - that makes one of us a stalker, and I know it's not me...
Perhaps you feel this could draw us closer, we have the same friends, and even are in the same ministries at church. We might just be cordial every time we do see each other. I should probably let you know, that's because Mrs Moore raised a polite young man, not because I want to be your friend...
Maybe you're on "Facebook overload". I get it, you're new to the whole "social-networking" thing and you want to amass as many friends as you can in the quickest amount of time. Please do not use me to get your numbers up! I do understand that you may not have had that many friends in high school; don't try to over-compensate now...
I get it, you're trying to regain your glory of when you were younger and cool and isht and EVERYONE wanted to hang with you. I'm not that dude! I'm like Trench from Naughty by Nature; I do my dirt all by my lonely!!!
But it's cool - handle yours and keep on sending friend requests. Just make sure that you don't get your feelings hurt when I ignore them...
Holla!
10.01.2010
Superpower-ed Softies ...
WHAT THE FOOLISHNESS?! So with this being our fist kiddo and all, we're beginning to watch the news or at least our ears perk up when someone says or writes something about kids. The main concern right now, since we were attempting to register for stuff, was what kind of recalls are going on. We don't wanna knowingly ask folks to buy stuff that's unsafe for Kiddo. That's the responsible thing to do right? Yeah. So anyway, at first I just kinda took the recall as what it was and tried to make sure nothing was on the list. However, now that there has been so many, I needed to really pay attention and read about why these recalls were going on. The most recent one with Fisher Price states that they recalled a trike or something like that because
If your kid doesn't know how to ride a trike, teach them. If there is a key in the ignition & your kid doesn't understand that that's NOT the seat, then you have some work cut out for you. If this toy is too mature for your kid, then you need to be real about it and buy stuff more age appropriate. Put the trike (or whatever toy) away until your kid is ready for it. But people, don't ... don't just immediately blame someone else or even get hysterical when your kid gets hurt. It's alright for kids to hurt themselves some times in some cases. I hurt myself and did plenty other things that kids shouldn't do (i.e. eat dirt, touch the iron, etc) as a kid and I made it out of childhood a bit scathed, but alive. As a matter if fact, my scars are like battle wounds of sorts; I can tell you exactly how I got them and the lesson I learned from them. So let your kids fall sometimes. Let them get dirty. Let them do things that they'll live to regret because you're gonna tell all of their friends when they get older. It's OKAY!
Plus, how we gone claim to be a Superpower (or want our Superpower status back) if we keep raising these kids to be softies? Theses jokers are learning at a young age that crying & whining gets Mommy & Daddy's attention and other people in trouble so let's do that instead of standing up for myself. WRONG! All that crying & whining is just that ... crying & whining! It's alright to cry every now & again, but let's not get out of hand with the water works. Suck it up sometimes. It's no wonder that we hear about more bullying going on these days. I'm not condoning bullying ... I'm just saying that it didn't seem as rampant when I was in school, which wasn't long ago. I'm also not condoning violence of any kind, but just know that my kid won't be being bullied and just crying & whining to me & the teacher about it. That's for sure. They're gonna learn how to deal with difficult situations properly. We're not gonna raise Kiddo to be a bully, nor will we raise Kiddo to cry & whine over everything ... doggone softies - just saying!
The most serious injuries involved small girls who rode the trikes and had genital bleeding from colliding with a protruding plastic key. [See full article from WalletPop: http://srph.it/d8wS5B]And honestly, I just had a meltdown of sorts. This simple sentence just changed my view of all of these recalls. I was fine with the crib thing even though I remembered drop side cribs for my little cousins (I don't remember my own) and they are alive and kicking it today; no side effects of it either. Then there's the whole lead paint issue ... I get it. It's not safe for kids or anybody else for that matter. It's cool. BUT recall a toy because a kid MIGHT hurt themselves - I'm not exactly moved by this. And not to mention that most of these toys are made in China, which apparently a memo was sent out to discourage supporting this. [Side Note: Don't get me wrong. I'm all for more jobs in America for Americans. I'm all for American-made things because I am a strong believer in supporting your own. End of side note.] However, we can't blame everything on where it is made or even the company that decided to market it.
If your kid doesn't know how to ride a trike, teach them. If there is a key in the ignition & your kid doesn't understand that that's NOT the seat, then you have some work cut out for you. If this toy is too mature for your kid, then you need to be real about it and buy stuff more age appropriate. Put the trike (or whatever toy) away until your kid is ready for it. But people, don't ... don't just immediately blame someone else or even get hysterical when your kid gets hurt. It's alright for kids to hurt themselves some times in some cases. I hurt myself and did plenty other things that kids shouldn't do (i.e. eat dirt, touch the iron, etc) as a kid and I made it out of childhood a bit scathed, but alive. As a matter if fact, my scars are like battle wounds of sorts; I can tell you exactly how I got them and the lesson I learned from them. So let your kids fall sometimes. Let them get dirty. Let them do things that they'll live to regret because you're gonna tell all of their friends when they get older. It's OKAY!
Plus, how we gone claim to be a Superpower (or want our Superpower status back) if we keep raising these kids to be softies? Theses jokers are learning at a young age that crying & whining gets Mommy & Daddy's attention and other people in trouble so let's do that instead of standing up for myself. WRONG! All that crying & whining is just that ... crying & whining! It's alright to cry every now & again, but let's not get out of hand with the water works. Suck it up sometimes. It's no wonder that we hear about more bullying going on these days. I'm not condoning bullying ... I'm just saying that it didn't seem as rampant when I was in school, which wasn't long ago. I'm also not condoning violence of any kind, but just know that my kid won't be being bullied and just crying & whining to me & the teacher about it. That's for sure. They're gonna learn how to deal with difficult situations properly. We're not gonna raise Kiddo to be a bully, nor will we raise Kiddo to cry & whine over everything ... doggone softies - just saying!
9.27.2010
HELP - The Vending Machine is Attacking Me!!!
Good day Good People of virtual land!
Today I feel the need to vent about the evil-doings going on at Vending Machine Companies. Now, I've been pretty good not getting candy, chips, pop, etc from the vending machines at work - mainly because I'm trying to save a dollar or two and those things can lead to a quick 5 or 7 dollars wasted per week. But every now and again, I get a craving for something that I happen to see in the vending machine, and I'll suck it up, use some spare change and buy it.
But today, I got a nice little surprise, I felt like having a Mt. Dew, just a regular old Mt. Dew. Not the Mt. Dew "Voltage" or the Mt. Dew "Baja Blast". Not even the Mt. Dew "Code Red", just good old, regular old Mt. Dew - Green! It cost One Dollar and twenty Five cents (yes I wrote this out to show my knowledge of the price and following disappointment). I had exact change, even all in quarters to make it a little easier on the person who comes every week to collect the money. I put in my money and pushed my selection.
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Nothing happened. Now at first I thought I just lost my $. This vending machine has been known to eat change and not regurgitate anything, but that's another blog post. But that wasn't the case. Then I thought Mt. Dew might be out, I had a backup plan, Orange Crush (ghetto, I know, but I LOVE Orange pop too, I just wanted a Mt. Dew today). But no, that wasn't it either - as I looked over at the little display screen, nothing showed up, except that One Dollar & Twenty Five cents was "loaded" What in the world could be the problem?! Then that's when it hit me. When I realized that the vending machine had been the victim of the most devilish trend in U.S. culture in the new millenium. The news of the inflating price reached my eye sockets and hit me like a ton of skittles (a ton of bricks, a ton of skittles - it still weighs a ton...)
The price had risen. Like Jesus Christ on Calvary on the 3rd day. I was flabbergasted! Now some may say, it only went up to $1.50. But that is SO NOT THE POINT!!!! Sure it's a quarter today, but what will it be next week, next month, next YEAR?! We are not at an amusement park or an airport where it's expected for them to charge ridiculous rates for 20 ounces of refreshments... We don't even get a slick little souvenir cup that we can keep to remind us of the wonderful experience we had while visiting our workplace.
Now, I should probably be used to inflating prices. I shouldn't be buying items from vending machines, I probably shouldn't be wasting company time writing this post - but ya know what - If any-ol-body can raise prices by 25 cents, I'm gonna throw in my 2!!!
Today I feel the need to vent about the evil-doings going on at Vending Machine Companies. Now, I've been pretty good not getting candy, chips, pop, etc from the vending machines at work - mainly because I'm trying to save a dollar or two and those things can lead to a quick 5 or 7 dollars wasted per week. But every now and again, I get a craving for something that I happen to see in the vending machine, and I'll suck it up, use some spare change and buy it.
But today, I got a nice little surprise, I felt like having a Mt. Dew, just a regular old Mt. Dew. Not the Mt. Dew "Voltage" or the Mt. Dew "Baja Blast". Not even the Mt. Dew "Code Red", just good old, regular old Mt. Dew - Green! It cost One Dollar and twenty Five cents (yes I wrote this out to show my knowledge of the price and following disappointment). I had exact change, even all in quarters to make it a little easier on the person who comes every week to collect the money. I put in my money and pushed my selection.
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.....
Nothing happened. Now at first I thought I just lost my $. This vending machine has been known to eat change and not regurgitate anything, but that's another blog post. But that wasn't the case. Then I thought Mt. Dew might be out, I had a backup plan, Orange Crush (ghetto, I know, but I LOVE Orange pop too, I just wanted a Mt. Dew today). But no, that wasn't it either - as I looked over at the little display screen, nothing showed up, except that One Dollar & Twenty Five cents was "loaded" What in the world could be the problem?! Then that's when it hit me. When I realized that the vending machine had been the victim of the most devilish trend in U.S. culture in the new millenium. The news of the inflating price reached my eye sockets and hit me like a ton of skittles (a ton of bricks, a ton of skittles - it still weighs a ton...)
The price had risen. Like Jesus Christ on Calvary on the 3rd day. I was flabbergasted! Now some may say, it only went up to $1.50. But that is SO NOT THE POINT!!!! Sure it's a quarter today, but what will it be next week, next month, next YEAR?! We are not at an amusement park or an airport where it's expected for them to charge ridiculous rates for 20 ounces of refreshments... We don't even get a slick little souvenir cup that we can keep to remind us of the wonderful experience we had while visiting our workplace.
Now, I should probably be used to inflating prices. I shouldn't be buying items from vending machines, I probably shouldn't be wasting company time writing this post - but ya know what - If any-ol-body can raise prices by 25 cents, I'm gonna throw in my 2!!!
9.15.2010
"Cool" Things to do on Facebook, that I'm Apparently not Hip to
WHAT UP PEEPS?!
I have noticed a growing trend when it comes to the most common and over utilized social networking site in the present time. Now, I will admit, I am a facebook user, probably more than I really should be at my age, but there are somethings in which I cannot get used to... So, as me and my lovely wife were sitting down one night, we came up with a list of things that we just don't understand why people do them - REPEATEDLY... So I have come to the conclusion that I am falling into that "old man" category... I'm just not as cool as I use to be (my wife still has some time to be cool, so I won't place her in that category yet...)
But here are the things that we came up with:
10) "Liking" your own status.
9) Purging your friend list randomly (after "friending" every Tom, Dick, & Harry that sends you a request).
8) Allowing yourself to be stalked by putting your every move in your status
7) Owning a blasted farm, being in somebody's mafia or playing some other random game.
6) Taking pictures of your new tattoo.
5) Telling Facebook "good night" or "good morning".
4) Cussing people out on Facebook without using their names. (Just man up, call them up and tell them that they're a "no-good something or other"!)
3) Giving advice to EVERYONE.
2) Changing your name or having a "cool" middle name. (i.e. Jason "I'm the hottest thing on this planet since they invented Chick-fil-a" Moore)
The #1 Coolest thing to do on Facebook that I'm apparently not hip to...
Taking pictures in the bathroom mirror with your camera phone...
I have noticed a growing trend when it comes to the most common and over utilized social networking site in the present time. Now, I will admit, I am a facebook user, probably more than I really should be at my age, but there are somethings in which I cannot get used to... So, as me and my lovely wife were sitting down one night, we came up with a list of things that we just don't understand why people do them - REPEATEDLY... So I have come to the conclusion that I am falling into that "old man" category... I'm just not as cool as I use to be (my wife still has some time to be cool, so I won't place her in that category yet...)
But here are the things that we came up with:
10) "Liking" your own status.
9) Purging your friend list randomly (after "friending" every Tom, Dick, & Harry that sends you a request).
8) Allowing yourself to be stalked by putting your every move in your status
7) Owning a blasted farm, being in somebody's mafia or playing some other random game.
6) Taking pictures of your new tattoo.
5) Telling Facebook "good night" or "good morning".
4) Cussing people out on Facebook without using their names. (Just man up, call them up and tell them that they're a "no-good something or other"!)
3) Giving advice to EVERYONE.
2) Changing your name or having a "cool" middle name. (i.e. Jason "I'm the hottest thing on this planet since they invented Chick-fil-a" Moore)
The #1 Coolest thing to do on Facebook that I'm apparently not hip to...
Taking pictures in the bathroom mirror with your camera phone...
8.17.2010
Are We Friends?
Sssoooo ... as many of you may know, I value my friendships more than most. It take me quite a while before I call someone my friend and years matter not to me. You can be a lifelong associate and I'd be just fine with that. I am secure enough in myself and I have a big enough family where friends are not a necessity. BUT I have been blessed to have some great friends surround me. [Now there is usually about a 4 year turnover for such a title, but never-the-less, they are generally GREAT friends during those 4 years.] And, I can't lie, my associates are usually pretty good folk too - I just have a hard time letting too many folk in my bubble.
I bring this up because I have noticed that some how, with the pregnancy, I have some new "friends", but I missed the memo informing me of it. People want to touch me without asking as if they know me like that. I would think that's a violation of my bubble. Who do you think you are? Yeah, I was warned about you belly rubbing, wannabe friends with the new prego lunatics, but it is still not cool with me. I appreciate those who ask, but they're the ones I'd consider at least an associate. But boo if we just barely speak to one another on Sunday when you happen to pass me at church, don't act like now we're friends. I still don't know you and probably still have a hard time even remembering your name. Honestly, I may not even LIKE you so touching me is a huge NO-NO in my book.
Sounds mean eh? Well, I am not trying to be mean. I'm trying to be real here because let's face it - I'm not the only one that does not appreciate unwanted touches from randoms. Yes, I may be pregnant, but that does not make any part of me (including my belly) public property to be touched at will. Please sir, please ma'am ... keep your grimy paws to yourself. You didn't touch me before so please don't touch me now. It's very awkward especially since I've been working real hard not to be that evil prego lady. I could be that way because apparently people just write it off as the pregnancy, but I don't think being pregnant gives me a right to be rude so I won't. BUT you randoms who have decided that now is the time to be my "friend" ... be forewarned.
Now that that's out of the way, maybe I should put a forewarning out there as well. Once Kiddo arrives, please don't take the liberty of ASSUMING that you can touch him or her. That's rude especially if we're not that cool (and if you don't know if we're that cool or not, just ask - I'm pretty good at being honest - but be ready for an answer of "no"). And please, please, please, please, please don't kiss Kiddo because we don't know where your lips have been. We will be teaching Kiddo to do "cheeksies" with people. Yes that's made up, but it works just fine and is just as intimate as a kiss. Think of it as a cheek to cheek kiss. That's what I do with the babies right now and will teach Kiddo to do with other folk. I happen to think it's not cool to kiss a baby on the face if you're not family so take that into consideration when approaching us about Kiddo. Also, everyone can't hold our kid ... Kiddo is NOT a doll so please don't pick up and pass around as such. This is serious business and we don't want Kiddo being okay in every one's arms. Kiddo will start early discerning who to be okay with because some folk just ain't right.
I'm pretty sure I could go on and on about this because of how strongly I am against people assuming they should hold and kiss on all babies, pick up every lil' kid they see running around, etc. And I love kids, but I have to get to know people before I ask to hold their baby or before I will pick up their child. I respect folk's boundaries especially children because they have to know when a person is out-of-order with them. There will surely be other quirks concerning Kiddo as time goes on, but just know that one main rule governs:
I bring this up because I have noticed that some how, with the pregnancy, I have some new "friends", but I missed the memo informing me of it. People want to touch me without asking as if they know me like that. I would think that's a violation of my bubble. Who do you think you are? Yeah, I was warned about you belly rubbing, wannabe friends with the new prego lunatics, but it is still not cool with me. I appreciate those who ask, but they're the ones I'd consider at least an associate. But boo if we just barely speak to one another on Sunday when you happen to pass me at church, don't act like now we're friends. I still don't know you and probably still have a hard time even remembering your name. Honestly, I may not even LIKE you so touching me is a huge NO-NO in my book.
Sounds mean eh? Well, I am not trying to be mean. I'm trying to be real here because let's face it - I'm not the only one that does not appreciate unwanted touches from randoms. Yes, I may be pregnant, but that does not make any part of me (including my belly) public property to be touched at will. Please sir, please ma'am ... keep your grimy paws to yourself. You didn't touch me before so please don't touch me now. It's very awkward especially since I've been working real hard not to be that evil prego lady. I could be that way because apparently people just write it off as the pregnancy, but I don't think being pregnant gives me a right to be rude so I won't. BUT you randoms who have decided that now is the time to be my "friend" ... be forewarned.
- I don't want you to place your arm around me like you know me.
- I don't want you to take my hand and squeeze it while looking into my eyes; it's weird and you're not my husband so it's not acceptable.
- If we didn't hug (even those random polite hugs) before now, please spare me; it's awkward enough trying to maneuver a normal hug with the normal folk I hug.
Now that that's out of the way, maybe I should put a forewarning out there as well. Once Kiddo arrives, please don't take the liberty of ASSUMING that you can touch him or her. That's rude especially if we're not that cool (and if you don't know if we're that cool or not, just ask - I'm pretty good at being honest - but be ready for an answer of "no"). And please, please, please, please, please don't kiss Kiddo because we don't know where your lips have been. We will be teaching Kiddo to do "cheeksies" with people. Yes that's made up, but it works just fine and is just as intimate as a kiss. Think of it as a cheek to cheek kiss. That's what I do with the babies right now and will teach Kiddo to do with other folk. I happen to think it's not cool to kiss a baby on the face if you're not family so take that into consideration when approaching us about Kiddo. Also, everyone can't hold our kid ... Kiddo is NOT a doll so please don't pick up and pass around as such. This is serious business and we don't want Kiddo being okay in every one's arms. Kiddo will start early discerning who to be okay with because some folk just ain't right.
I'm pretty sure I could go on and on about this because of how strongly I am against people assuming they should hold and kiss on all babies, pick up every lil' kid they see running around, etc. And I love kids, but I have to get to know people before I ask to hold their baby or before I will pick up their child. I respect folk's boundaries especially children because they have to know when a person is out-of-order with them. There will surely be other quirks concerning Kiddo as time goes on, but just know that one main rule governs:
Don't be inappropriate with your touches!
Side Note: If you're reading this, you're probably not one of the randoms referred to in this post, but I just had to get this out of my system.
8.13.2010
Disturbing Dream
SO as you all may or may not know, I have very vivid dreams and they are some times very telling of my feelings of my current situation. The reoccurring one is dark and I'm running ... running ... and running. I can't stop or look back because I know whatever is chasing me would catch me and kill me if I did. Scary! But it has happened to me a several occasions in which I was in a situation that I couldn't figure a way out without someone getting hurt. Thank God, I got out of those situations, but yeah the experiences of hurting people never it right with me. Don't get me wrong, I have never been abused or abused anyone cause I'm just NOT that person. I say that adamantly because I can NOT imagine letting it happen to me; I'm quick to let people know that I got people for times in which I may not be able to strike back. And even then, I have very realistic and evil plans stored just in case. I'm sure I'll never have to use them now though cause Husband is a great friend, husband, and daddy-to-be. If it changes, he already knows ... :D
Anyhow, back to the dream (I'll discuss abuse and my in-depth thoughts on it some other day) or what I can remember of it ... If you have seen Inception, what do you think of what follows?
SO it starts off as a nice bike ride with Jason, a few of our friends and even one of my coworkers. [Odd, but whatevs ...] For some reason I was watching my coworker attempt to flirt with this other random bike rider who was paying her absolutely NO attention. Well we came to a fork in the road and we'd lost the rest of the group who'd taken the right path. She wanted to go with random biker dude down the left path, but I was convinced the middle would be best - it was a shortcut. Shortcut didn't work because school was in session and by the time we got back to the fork, the others had returned there too. She went down the right path [I guess to finish the ride] and I just got off my bike and talked with my friends. [Time went by with folk talking ... ] And then I heard Jason's music and asked him to turn it down because he was being rude. We all were having a conversation and here he was listening to his ipod all loud and obnoxious. Well, he didn't turn it down and just took them out of his ears. This wasn't what I asked and some how made me very angry. I punched him in the face. He didn't retaliate and no one said anything. I punched him again ... and again. Still, no retaliation and no one said anything. [Moments went by .... and we were somehow inside the school] We were talking to our friends again about why some kid got in trouble when we rode up; something about Michigan ... blah blah blah ... And then the anger fired up again as we were leaving the school. I went into the car of our friends to get the keys out of Jason's backpack that was in their car. Still no one said anything about what was transpiring. I got his keys and he said something [no idea what ...] and I threw the keys at him and proceeded to cuss him out royally as I was walking back towards him with every intention to punch him again. [I woke up ... or rather Jason woke me up because he knew I was having a bad dream]
Well, this dream disturbed me so much that I actually woke up angry ... I woke up still angry with Jason. I didn't take it out on him for real though. I just kind of laid still in bed until I got everything under control and came back to reality. How crazy is that?!
Now, I know it was just a dream, but it made me think about if I was to abuse Jason would anyone say anything? Don't get me wrong, I would never want to really hurt him so I'm very doubtful that I'd ever abuse him in anyway (despite what people may think). Again, I'm not into that foolishness. I'm not even the fighting, yelling and swearing kind. I get angry, I stop talking to you - it's real simple. Until we both calm down, we need a bit of quiet & space so that we can come back and discuss this issue in a civilized manner. SO this dream was a terrible shock to me because I can't imagine behaving that way especially over some stupid loud music. Yeah, he was being rude, but no one else cared and it still wasn't serious enough for a punch in the face. And even then, my other issue was with our friends. They said NOTHING and they saw me punch him in the face. I can understand not breaking it up, but to say nothing as your friend gets pummeled (as Jason says from my description of the attack) by another friend. And I don't care that I'm a female because I know that I'm heavy-handed and so my hits could be deadly with anger force behind them.
This dream was a mess and it really disturbed my spirit to the point that I had to pray about it something serious. Prayer is serious, but you know how some times there an extra umph in it? That's the kind prayer I had to do because it disturbed me so. It's as if there some angry force within me that is lurking and waiting to take it out on the people around me. Crazy stuff! But yeah ... pray for me, for us ... and let me know what you would have done if you'd seen me punch him the face - not once, not twice, but THREE times.
Anyhow, back to the dream (I'll discuss abuse and my in-depth thoughts on it some other day) or what I can remember of it ... If you have seen Inception, what do you think of what follows?
SO it starts off as a nice bike ride with Jason, a few of our friends and even one of my coworkers. [Odd, but whatevs ...] For some reason I was watching my coworker attempt to flirt with this other random bike rider who was paying her absolutely NO attention. Well we came to a fork in the road and we'd lost the rest of the group who'd taken the right path. She wanted to go with random biker dude down the left path, but I was convinced the middle would be best - it was a shortcut. Shortcut didn't work because school was in session and by the time we got back to the fork, the others had returned there too. She went down the right path [I guess to finish the ride] and I just got off my bike and talked with my friends. [Time went by with folk talking ... ] And then I heard Jason's music and asked him to turn it down because he was being rude. We all were having a conversation and here he was listening to his ipod all loud and obnoxious. Well, he didn't turn it down and just took them out of his ears. This wasn't what I asked and some how made me very angry. I punched him in the face. He didn't retaliate and no one said anything. I punched him again ... and again. Still, no retaliation and no one said anything. [Moments went by .... and we were somehow inside the school] We were talking to our friends again about why some kid got in trouble when we rode up; something about Michigan ... blah blah blah ... And then the anger fired up again as we were leaving the school. I went into the car of our friends to get the keys out of Jason's backpack that was in their car. Still no one said anything about what was transpiring. I got his keys and he said something [no idea what ...] and I threw the keys at him and proceeded to cuss him out royally as I was walking back towards him with every intention to punch him again. [I woke up ... or rather Jason woke me up because he knew I was having a bad dream]
Well, this dream disturbed me so much that I actually woke up angry ... I woke up still angry with Jason. I didn't take it out on him for real though. I just kind of laid still in bed until I got everything under control and came back to reality. How crazy is that?!
Now, I know it was just a dream, but it made me think about if I was to abuse Jason would anyone say anything? Don't get me wrong, I would never want to really hurt him so I'm very doubtful that I'd ever abuse him in anyway (despite what people may think). Again, I'm not into that foolishness. I'm not even the fighting, yelling and swearing kind. I get angry, I stop talking to you - it's real simple. Until we both calm down, we need a bit of quiet & space so that we can come back and discuss this issue in a civilized manner. SO this dream was a terrible shock to me because I can't imagine behaving that way especially over some stupid loud music. Yeah, he was being rude, but no one else cared and it still wasn't serious enough for a punch in the face. And even then, my other issue was with our friends. They said NOTHING and they saw me punch him in the face. I can understand not breaking it up, but to say nothing as your friend gets pummeled (as Jason says from my description of the attack) by another friend. And I don't care that I'm a female because I know that I'm heavy-handed and so my hits could be deadly with anger force behind them.
This dream was a mess and it really disturbed my spirit to the point that I had to pray about it something serious. Prayer is serious, but you know how some times there an extra umph in it? That's the kind prayer I had to do because it disturbed me so. It's as if there some angry force within me that is lurking and waiting to take it out on the people around me. Crazy stuff! But yeah ... pray for me, for us ... and let me know what you would have done if you'd seen me punch him the face - not once, not twice, but THREE times.
8.04.2010
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