Up 4 Discussion Presents...

What would Adam Lanza’s “real” Mother Say?

Join me on Up 4 Discussion as I voice my opinion on a touchy topic concerning parenthood as well as the considerable amounts of judgement blows that are being thrown at women (2 in particular) for their efforts (or lack of) to take care of a child with mental illness.



After all is said and done, let me know what you think about these situations and how the woman mentioned describes her son? How do you think Adam Lanza’s real mother would have described his childhood?

Until next time bloggers...

What would Adam Lanza’s “real” Mother Say?

So Cliche', But Christmas Is Here

Christmas is here and I'm feeling pretty damn good about myself. I've put in my part for charity, I actually got everyone in my family and "pending's" family a gift this year and I still have gas money left over for the rest of this week, LMAO!! My Scrooge mentality subsided once I realized I would be able to complete everything that I wanted to get done in this month. I also realized that broke people are the only ones always yelling, "money isn't everything" but the truth is it damn sure gets the job done when you do have it. The thing about that, too, is Scrooge had money. That bitch was just selfish, which I am not. I was only frustrated because all I wanted was to just be in a position where I would be able to give. And although everyone didn't receive extravagent diamond bracelets or expensive perfumes, they were all gifts that a lot of thought was put into because it was shit that each person actually needed. LOL!! Get's no better than that, huh?

Once these next 2 days have passed, I'll began prepping for my daughter's birthday. She will be turning 4 and yes, it's 5 days after tomorrow. No expensive party. I think we are just going to get together at the bowling alley since she likes to bowl. I'll see if I can find an Angry Birds birthday cake somewhere (yes she is an angry bird fanatic), some ice cream and call it a day. This is the one child that is really not that hard to please. I pray she keeps her humbling spirit. In the process of planning for her, I'm rummaging through thoughts for my son's up and coming. I've been back and forth with about 2 or 3 things, not sure yet which one I will decide to go with. But I got about 2 months to think about it and get my shit together. I think I'm burned out on trying to throw birthday parties. And maybe that's because my apartment space doesn't allow me to. I'm sure once I find my house, I will be back at being the number 1 kid's birthday party planner, lol!

On to other news... the Devil tried to play me yesterday. I guess I have been smiling too much and glowing and shit because I've found some holiday spirit. It's actually a funny story, not so much but kind of. I was pulling out of my mother's drive way and turned my steering wheel, of course, to make a left on to the street. Well as I turned, I heard a pop up under my car. My thoughts? "What the hell did I just run over? What did that damn dog bring into my mom's yard now?" I kept going a little ways and looked in my rearview only to see that something was rolling in the street. Well, it wasn't my wheel obviously. But the little people in my brain told me to stop, back up and check out the scene. Out of respect for my conscience, I did so, inspected and was on some "WTF?!" type shit. Fast forward. I take a picture of it (as you can see in the picture above) and sent it to my mechanic who is also my mom's wonderful boyfriend, who immediately called me back and said, "what the hell are you doing with that and where did you get it?" I explained and he then told me that this was a frame bushing. In other words, for those who are unfamiliar with cars, it's a big ass bolt that keeps the frame of your car together. I could just picture me on the highway driving and my car coming a part, losing pieces here and there as I'm driving, until there is no car left. That's where things got unfunny. But I wasn't on the highway, hell I didn't even make it to the end of the road. I could have, but my little people were talking pretty loud. I'm glad I listened. I had my son, my daughter and my neice with me. It could have been devastating. As I get out the car and showed my mom the part, she goes, "that's what you call driving 'til the wheels fall off" LMAO!! Well guess what Devil, I'm still smiling... and driving. It's Christmas!!

Until next time bloggers...

Have a wonderful, awesomely joyfilled Merry Christmas along with a safe and Happy New Year! Try something adventurous and orgasm at the strike of 12, LOL!! What a way to start a new year! Kisses!

Up 4 Discussion Presents...

The 3 C’s That Lead WOMEN to Double Back for SEX with Their Ex

Here's a good one for you! I like touching the untouchables. Those topics that people tend to avoid because of a fear that people will look at you like you have completely lost your mind. Ha Ha!! Everybody's doing it... say it ain't so.

Here on Up 4 Discussion, I give a few reasons as to how and why backtracking can be of great benefits. Why should you have to make life so complicated when sometimes what you need is right there in front of your face? Maybe this post will subside some of the "prude" flowing through your veins.

Enjoy my dear bloggers. Until next time...

The 3 C’s That Lead WOMEN to Double Back for SEX with Their Ex

Social Media And Your Relationship

My "girl's night out" usually consists of my homies and I chit-chatting during club hours, taking a bottle to the head, and whatever preference of smoke we would like to fill the air with, lol (I'm a cigar woman with the original additives, not the extra, just so you know) Anywho, we began to backtrack on relationship endeavors, past and present. Going over scenarios, how we handled them, and speculating the "what-ifs". There is always a few minutes of "man-bashing" time, but not so much anymore... I guess it comes with age. Within all of the girl chitter-chatter that night, it got me to thinking which lead me posting a question on Twitter, "Do you feel your significant other should acknowledge you on their FB page or any social site for that matter?" Because I found that in most of these situations, social media had a lot to do with everything that was being effected and NOT being effected. Ask me why? *shrugs* Although a little confused because I never thought much about how SM effected any relationship of mine, I did open my eyes to a response from the lovely and awesome writer, Petersburgh who blatantly gave it to me straight stating that, it's still a massive problem in both cases. Had a blonde moment and didn't quite catch on... but believe me, I am no blonde. So it didn't take long before I realized the point. Everyone feels some type of way about SM, so whether or not you are up there blasting every tit for tat bid that you and your boo did, you're damned if you shout it to the world (TMI) and you are damned if you don't (NEI, not enough info).

Now, when I did attend "FB meetings", I never counted on SM to portray some type of awesome image of what my life was like. I posted pictures of myself and those whom were near and dear to me. I believe that people read differently (of course) and normally for the most part, they take the picture posting as proving a point. MY point was these are the people I love. Didn't know I had to prove it. I wasn't trying to gain any cool points or show off the fact I felt that I had bragging rights. It's the internet! And most shit on the internet is always fun in addition to my long-distance friends and my family in DC who loved looking at pics of the kids and just swore up and down "pending" was the sexiest thing walking. LOL!! Which meant they liked looking at him, too. 2 years of FB and I got tired. I found that random people like to use this as a means to compare before's and after's. So if we disclude the fam portion of things and check in with the remaining audience, we have a green-eyed monster pool. We'll just call them slime.

I could say that "girl talk" is an easy influence. But we can't just single "girl talk" out. Honestly, any group conversation being had by a group of common-sense-having-individuals has some type of influence on the way you use to think, think now, or will think in the future. I'm not on FB, so I decided to go back and ask "pending" if he had any pictures of me on his FB page. He answered that he did. I wouldn't know. My snooping days after getting over my FB addiction subsided years ago. Of course he wanted to know where this random ass question came from. It really did just come out of nowhere. I didn't try to make this out to be one of those political discussions which I do (randomly) quite often with him. He then, in turn, asked me do I have pics of him on my blog. Somehow I tried to justify the non-posting, but I didn't see the difference in the 2. Even though I just simply asked to see what the answer would be, I'm not sure my appetite was fulfilled. I then thought to myself, "what does that mean?" Had he said no (just as I did), would I have felt some type of way? And even with him saying yes, what type of point am I trying to prove if any? I lost clear view for a second and came up with nothing. A bunch of pictures on a FB or a MySpace or a Twitter or a BlackPlanet (lol, yeah I took it back) or even a Blog doesn't PROVE anything. I was going to try to turn around and make this a justification as to how he loved me and things of that nature. LOL!! Pure bitch shit! But I couldn't do that either. If it ain't broke, don't try to fix it.

All in all, to sum things up, if you don't hold SM accountable for justifying your ways of living, then why stress it to the next person? I have witnessed where someone is continuously posting what they are doing every single second of the day with a picture along side of it. Is this what we call being productive? And exactly how productive are you if you have time to proclaim your self-worth? Seems like self-esteem issues to me. My home is just that, MY home. And Petersburgh was right, "I don't care for those things. My life doesn't have to be in social media. Y state I am taken. Who suppose to know knows" And without all the excessive picture uploading of how "pending" and I got caught on camera kissing the other night, or how the kids were everso angelicly playing and getting along at the park the other day, life is pretty damn good. SM doesn't build your relationship or your living standards. These things start right where you stand.


I had to do it! 1 for the team. Meet "Pending"

Until next time bloggers....

The Battle Continues...

What she really had to say...

Narrarator (her): The technicalities within the wiring
computed the notions stating, "til death do us part"

So within those limitations
I withstood grounds to make a life that kept us stationed at the heart
Or so I thought,

Outlets lead to inlets and things grow apart
But my stationary declares Mr. and Mrs., so what team were you to start?

Manifested destinies for settling in it's bliss
Congratulated kisses and lists of fam and friends to assist

Well, then the road thereafter...
approached a minor fender bender
Where your laughter mattered, my stacks had shattered
because the road you sot after led nowhere near a timeshare

Where this 2-way street merged in at the median,
you blitzed left and commence to focus on your own dreams again

Her: I thought this was a together-thing
let's do it for the team
or maybe this was just your thing, thinking I had my own thing...
and like ol'timers, "just bring what you can bring"

Him: I'll take what you got
cause it'll fit good in this slot
Sorry bae... not this go round... all positions have been filled
There's no room... you know how the boys are... maybe some other time... just chill...
Her: So my asking, requesting, begging and pleading deems me as needy
How womanly of me to want my family to proceed in the trendy
How dare I downgrade your 1 track mindful ways of thinking,
I'm just here for the ride, your trophy, batting eyelashes and winking

I'm a little confused as to how you planned for us to progress
'cause when you rest, I'm stressed and suiting up for the next quest
Is this an over-reaction or selfishness at it's best

I expect every miniscule detail that I have request
I deserve every gargantuan thought I project

Lingering behind scenes, dodging limelights that gleam
Am I really here or is my visual really not what it seems
cause in my peripheral, I see outsiders being let in
and my rearview show flashes of me bringing things to an end

I've been listed in every man's corner as the significant wifey type
laundry and cleaning along with the revealing as being some vixen's prototype,
common sense of great value, skills to listen and shed knowledge on your trife
uplifting with my insights and yet, my words still take flight

100 proof to your 8 percent taste testing
prepping kids for school and cooking while simultaneously sex-texting
Your ooh to your aahhs and still I'm collecting sublime messaging
Still a little confused as to where's my place setting

Narrarator (her): My I's had turned to We's
and while you're at it, add the additional "us" to the trust
and the "you" and "me's" without "them" felt like more than just pure lust

"I don't" turned to "I do's", you won't? ok... "I will's"
these things aren't done for just a bunch of cheap thrills

Her: I completed the list of shit you needed...
Narrarator (her): and to no avail, WE proceeded...
but without the necessary to be completed
dilapidated businesses and marketing depletion

Her: But somehow my love won't let me leave you...

it's becoming a little frustrating lingering here on 2nd base
impatience is setting in, so just state your case

maybe this is a joke, go ahead and place your bet
3 strikes and no homerun yet
no field goal or 3 point shot right up to the last sec

Forgive me if I'm wrong , but I thought we strived for the same trek
pulled off interns, collaborated studies and came up with the same specs
aced in honors chemistry from the first day that we met

I'm carrying loads your friends never knew exist
I'm a little taken back, maybe even a little pissed
never knew I had to wait in line, or keep my guards up in defense
this whole scenario is becoming a little whimsical and of false pretense

because where I believed this foundation held faith to be true...
in other settings, I'm finding I can't count on you
is this a double life, or do you really have no clue
I understand it takes time to seperate the two

does your growing up and adulthood consist of moving forward with them
'cause I can easily consolidate in my own creme de la creme
there should be no weapons form against the root to your stem
while I still make ways to concur sparkle to your gems

Narrarator (her): should we take a break, or continue making way for a chance
I admit it's a little redundant to be battling bromance