Oh, hashtags! You make blogging so much easier!
As I continue to decide the fate of another post, I’m gonna blog about another Twitter hashtag: five things I cannot stand.
Oh, hashtags! You make blogging so much easier!
As I continue to decide the fate of another post, I’m gonna blog about another Twitter hashtag: five things I cannot stand.
I’m doing nothing & it’s everything I hoped it would be.
So rarely do I get to do nothing. It’s actually quite nice!
Hash tags amuse me.
The latest Twitter craze is “30 Things About Me”. How DOES one condense that into 140 characters? I couldn’t, but I’m long winded.
I started thinking about whether or not I could come up with 30 facts about myself that people don’t already know. I’m pretty much an open book and if someone wants to know something, they could just ask. But it still seemed like an interesting idea, so I decided to compile a list.
Every time I go online I see someone blogging about the “realities of depression” & it makes me so annoyed.
“Wah Wah Wah, depression is so hard. Wah Wah Wah every day is a struggle. You don’t know how hard it is.” Please shut up.
I read this interesting blog post on my beau’s FB page & it made me cry.
It doesn’t hurt that I was listening to rapper Jay-Z’s song Glory, penned for his two day old daughter Blue Ivy (who is “featured”).
I grew up without a father for much of my life, as he passed away. My foster father (whom I still refer to as my dad to this day) spent a lot of time telling me I was a beautiful & charming woman & not to waste my potential. I learned all of my best character traits from his shining example. I just wish I was better at parenting, working & was more like him.
But for every amazing father out there (& I know a few), there’s a deadbeat who doesn’t call his kids, refuses to do what he needs to do to spend time with his kids, barely pays support (or doesn’t @ all) & would rather go party than be a parent. Meanwhile, their kids wonder where he is.
Daughters look to their Daddies as the standard bearer & will want to marry a man just like their father. My dad told me the true measure of a father was to ask himself this “if my daughter brought home a man just like me, would I throw him out? If my son was just like me, would I be proud of him?” I wanted a man just like my father. Even to this day, he’s who I look to as the male standard. I used to ask my former spouse why he didn’t treat me the way my father treated my mother.
Society practically forces women to develop maternal instincts, but men are almost always given a pass. It’s like we devalue the role of father. Then we see someone so blown away by the birth of his daughter that he has to scream from the rooftops & we’re reminded that a father’s love is a very important thing. Perhaps we should put more emphasis on fathers & perhaps more would “step up” instead of essentially abandoning their children once they’re done with their mother.
Perhaps we as women bear some blame. We have somehow defined masculine as “detached” & “douchey.”
Many soft spoken, quiet men are considered “pussies” because they’re not getting drunk every weekend or picking up random women. To me, there’s nothing sexier than a man who loves his kid. I see those dads @ the park pushing his child on the swings or feeding his baby a bottle & swoon.
So, kudos to the dads out there who do the right thing. Who teach their kids the right way. The dads who love their children and do what’s best for them. Kudos to the dads who gaze lovingly at their child while they play. You are the a very rare breed, the real man.
I was checking my Twitter feed in between housework & hair straightening & the general consensus was that 2011 totally sucked.
Twilight were-hunk Taylor Lautner was the victim of a cyber-prank when a doctored People Magazine cover hit the net claiming the actor was gay.
People & Lautner quickly refuted the story & life went on. What caught my attention was the reaction from Lautner’s fans, claiming his “coming out” made them want to kill themselves, cry for hours as he was now “a waste.”
I love the holidays and the pointless ridiculousness that stems from a sentiment.
My good friend posted this link on his Facebook page about a young lady who was suspended from school for posting a racist tirade on her Facebook page regarding the concept of celebrating Christmas and how anyone who doesn’t want to say “Merry Christmas” can “Go back to their own F***ing country” and that we should dress as Santa and scream it at minorities.
I love my mother, but sometimes she drives me bonkers.
The year is almost over & she feels I need to “reflect” on the past. I’m not a reflecting person. I don’t dwell on anger or missteps or things like that. I prefer to go forward & keep living. My mom dwells & wants me to do the same.
I did a very bad thing.
I let Drew smash my ex husband’s wedding ring with a hammer & tweeted the video.