Not Bieber fever... Cabin fever just a rant

So since Hurricane Sandy has pounded on the Eastern Sea board things have been really crazy. People are without lights. It got cold thanks to a cold front from Canada. Any place possible that could flood did flood and then some. We are in a gas shortage because the barges couldn't come into port. And! Schools have been closed as a result of it all.

I have to really count my blessings. We were really fortunate that we did not have damage to our home nor did we lose power. Since I live on the only block in my town that had power I started the adopt a child program. Not really but I did offer my home to those with no power who might have been in need of warming up and charging their electronics. Whether or not people took me up on the offer is on them.

Before anyone begins to think about criticizing just know that from my home I have done my part to assist in the efforts. I have donated money and even written to the news and local government of NYC for my family members who are without power, heat and running water. Maybe next time when they say to evacuate they might just listen. who knows. People are afraid to leave their property behind. They just need to realize that material things can be replaced and that's what renters insurance is for. I pay 20 dollars a month. If my house were to collapse I know I can get more things. I can not replace the lives of my children.
 
Either way with the Gas and power shortage we were forced to stay in doors. We took a walk one day but walking down the street with 3 insubordinate children was very frustrating to me. My kids aren't really but after you see one house without power you have seen them all. We have been in the house bored. I am ready to go back to work because these kids are killing me. I thought about trying to hide from them but they would only find me and harass me. 

I truly truly love my kids. But after being stuck in the house with them for a week straight I am tired of them. These kids have bikes, roller blades, skateboards, you name it. You think they would go outside? No. They are in the house. No one even asked to go out and play. I would have gladly said yes. Hell I might have even joined them.

Someone I know had the same exact complaint. Parents need school for kids because we need a break. Even if we have to go to work and deal with possible adult children. I am going stir crazy. Earlier I told them to just sit there and not say anything. The little one just talks and talks and talks. Remember those little aliens on sesame street? The ones that was walk around saying "yip yip yip yip yip yip" That's what he reminds me of sometimes. 

There's only so much cooking and cleaning one can do you know. I feel like for a week straight all i have done was cooked and cleaned and cooked and cleaned and cooked and cleaned.

I know there are many people out there that feel my pain.I love my kids once again and I am really thankful to be blessed with them but holy moly donut shop... I want to run away screaming :)

Did his titties just jiggle? Moobs not a good look.

Well ladies and Gentlemen, I am back at it by popular demand. Today I am going to talk to you about moobs and the reason why fat dudes need to keep their shirts on during sex. For those of you that don't know what a Moob is, a moob is a man boob. Yes, men can have boobs. If you look down and your "chest" hangs, jiggles or wiggles then you have a moob. Moobs are in no way sexy. Nicely shaped pec muscles are sexy. Not hangy, wiggly, floppy tits. I just want men to understand it is not cute.

So once upon a time I dated a Fat guy. I have nothing against bigger guys or overweight people. Shit happens in life and I understand that some people are big boned and like to eat food. Anyway.. He was really cool and his smile was everything. We kicked it a few times and he told me how he was much bigger and he was losing weight to get healthier. I saw pictures of when he was bigger. He wasn't bad looking as a bigger guy so I knew once he lost the weight he would be arrogant city.

So the first few times we had sex it was cool. No details because a girl never fucks and tells. But there was this one time that the sex was instantly over for the both of us. He took his shirt off and I got on top and out titties rubbed. He looked down, I looked down, we looked at each other and BAM session was over. There is nothing SEXY about a mans flappy titties rubbing up against your titties. Later that night when we spoke he said something about our titties rubbing and how naty he felt. I felt bad for him. That's when I realized he had low self esteem. I still liked him and we still had fun times. When he lost all the weight he became an asshole so I had to walk.

Moral of the story is.... Women don't like moobs. Just like men don't like cankles.

Shit do some push ups or something. I guarantee if you take your shirt off around me with moobs flopping around you are guaranteed to get this look O_o. So wear a T-shirt, wife beater, or sports bra. You are guaranteed to get more pussy with you floppy titties tucked away.

Anyone have any funny moob stories?

Respect in relationships

What's a relationship? What is respect? These days it seems like nothing but what people fail to understand is that you cannot have one without the other. A relationship is not limited to dating. Relationships can be anything. The relationship with your family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, peers, significant others, etc.

Respect can be seen as the condition of being esteemed or honored. So who should we respect? Everyone.  Give people the treatment that you want. Heard this before? Cause mother fukkas it's true! If you want someone walking around call you all types of bitches and assholes then do that to them. Is it right? Hell no! That's what people need to realize. Sometimes people are not brought up with morals and values. These people have no idea what respect is. 

Respect in an intimate relationship is crucial. If you do not respect your mate you are liable to cheat, mistreat them, make them feel like less of a person. If you get a kick out of making feel like shit then maybe your ass needs to be on some heavy medication. Maybe... Just maybe it means you don't respect yourself. How much do you honor yourself? 

Respect has to be given and demanded. I am not telling my readers to walk up to people and yell "RESPECT ME DAMMIT" cause that right there is some disrespectful shit.  I'm just saying, your actions say a lot. along with that you have to know the people you are demanding respect from. This will determine how you deal with them if you do at all. Fun fact: If they don't respect their parents, they wont respect you. 

How are some ways we could demand respect without being disrespectful? How can our relationships improve from respect? That's a question for you readers.... and GOo
 

Is love battle?

The past few days I have been counseling a friend of mine through some silly love issues that he has been having. I couldn't help but to wonder, is love really a battlefield? Before you close the page saying "yo this broad has lost her mind", just read me out. For ages the sexes have been battling each other. Games of cat and mouse, like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Or better yet like the Hatfields and the McCoys. But why? Some people say men are from Mars and women are from Venus. I am here to tell you we aren't.

Men and women alike all seek the same thing in a mate. Great sex, to feel loved, to have someone to wipe their asses when they are older, and to get the "look". Please don't confuse this with good looks. Physical appearances fade. If you are solely about looks then you will never be happy. Anyway, if you have ever gotten the "look" then you know what I am talking about. It's the look you get when someone accepts you flaws and all. The "Oh my god, you are so perfect" look. Meanwhile you got on holey underwear, look like you fell off the back of the car while it was moving, and socks that are suspect. You know the ones you found near the foot of the bed but didn't smell bad and looked clean so you wore them anyway.

The reason we play games is because everyone is afraid of getting hurt. So they give a little then take some back. Oh, you said something that hurt my feelings? now I have to build up 10 foot walls. Living with 10 foot walls will get you lonely and bitter as hell. Trust me. I had to learn to break down those dumb ass walls. I had to shed my bags. Shit my ass had a shopping cart full of baggage. I had to start looking at the bright side. Do I still complain? Hell yea, I'm a woman. I think we complain 80 percent of the time. But things have gotten way better.

I'm here to challenge my readers to stop building walls. Your feelings got hurt in the past that's nice. Write a poem, paint a picture, take a long walk and get over it. Don't take it out on the new guy or girl because it wasn't  their fault.  Be yourself, if they don't like who you are then chances are they don't really like you. But don't hate them for how they feel. Respect peoples feelings so your feelings are respected. Sometimes the very thing we want and need is standing in front of us the whole time and we are too busy trying to be masons building walls. Aside from keeping people from hurting you, you also keep people from really loving you.

Stop the war, love, and let yourselves be loved.

That's all for now...

First day of school

Children across the North East are preparing to go to school tomorrow. While most children are nestled in their beds sad and upset that the summer has ended, there are parents that are plotting to celebrate their freedom. Mainly the stay at home Mom's and Dad's. Don't get me wrong I know that parents love their children. They love the kisses and hugs from the little monsters with dirty hands. But Parents need a break.

I know some are reading this blog with a glass of wine in one hand and their mouse scrolling down in the other mentally yelling preach on sister. They can only yell it in their heads not to risk waking the kids. The kids need their sleep. Back to school means alot of great things for parents who stay at home. It means nooners for the parents that work close to home. A nooner is a midday sexual encounter with your special someone or who ever is available to your liking. Back to school for stay at home parents means that some will have peace of mind from the hours of 8 am to 3 pm. They can now get things accomplished that they couldn't before like an orgasm or maybe catch up on their household chores or their favorite inappropriate TV show that they dare not watch around their children.

Unfortunately, while some parents will do the touch down dance as their kids slug their way onto the school bus there are parents who dread back to school time. These parents are the ones who always expect phone calls by the 2nd day of school because they know their kids are bad as hell and no teacher can tame them. Some are the parents who would love to help their kids with homework but when they look at the paper it appears to be hieroglyphics. Then you have the parents who work 8 jobs to keep the lights on, who want to be involve but don't know when they would have time to go to a PTA meeting.

Back to school time can be a great thing. Filled with exciting moments and some not so exciting moments. So what does back to school time mean to you? Share some stories.

Next time you want to complain Olympics Edition

I told myself I wouldn't blog about the Olympics because I know every blogger and news team in the world is talking about the 2012 London Olympics. I have been watching bits and pieces of it because I only want to watch Track. That's the Track Mom in me. The other night I was watching the track and field events that I had recorded on DVR and I came across the Men's 400 Meter dash.

I saw a really heart warming story of an Athlete from South Africa who was born with no legs. His name is Oscar Pistoris. They spoke about how he won the paralympics which is a great achievement. What was truly inspiring is that he didn't want to stop there. Not only did he make it to the Olympics running against able bodied athletes. This amazing man made it to the semi-finals with no legs.

I couldn't imagine the things he had to overcome mentally, physically, and emotionally to get to this place. He didn't make it to the finals. Hell he came in last place but he was as gracious as a loser as he would have been a winner. At the end of his heat, the first place athlete from his heat, an athlete from Granada exchanged bibs with him. This sign of honor and respect was really heart warming and amazing.

The news didn't interview the first place athlete in the heat. They interviewed Pistoris. The words he spoke made me cry like a little baby. He stated he was happy that he achieved his goal of making the semi finals. He spoke about how great the athletes were and how honored he was to even have the opportunity to compete with some of the greatest athletes in the world.

I don't know about a lot of my readers but when I see things like this it reminds me how lucky I am in life. It reminds me that someone else might have it harder than me. This guy could have cried on TV because he lost or had an attitude but he did neither. The strength, courage, and charisma og Oscar Pistoris should be a reminder to everyone.

The message behind this blog is stop fucking complaining about bullshit and suck it up.

Once a Marine Always a Marine

 Have you ever heard the phrase "Once a Marine always a Marine? Well today I am going to share an article of an awesome display of selflessness and devotion to duty by a Marine Corps Veteran whom I happen to know. For all you selfish ass people selflessness is when you put the needs of others before your own without even thinking. 

 So yesterday someone tagged me on a photo on Facebook and my phone was dinging all day. I hadn't been in front of the computer to really look at what I was tagged in. I saw it was an article and the person in the picture was a Marine Corps Veteran Gunnery Sergeant who helped me get into the Marine Corps. Yup for those who do not know the Popcorn Popper is a Marine Veteran. But I digress.

Today when I finally got a chance to sit in front of the computer I read the article.  I was in complete awe. So I have to share this article with my readers. This is what being a Marine is about. Selflessness and devotion to duty. This Gunny showed the true meaning of Honor, Courage, and Commitment. Who said you have to wear a Marine Corps Uniform to be considered a Marine? I'm guessing someone who didn't make the cut.