Trials Of A Mother: Mom vs. Dad

"There's a difference between under-rated and haven't made it" -Meek Mills

Once you have children, you find out that they hold so much weight over you. I live a life in "the quiet". I'm hardened. And unless you could actually exchange souls with me, you would never know the exact feelings that which I have learned to professionally keep in the calming abyss of my brain. Life is a struggle without the whining and bitching of someone else who has walked this Earth just as long as you have. But when you are stuck in the middle (somewhere) who is there to tell you which way to go? I would rather bypass advice from those who really can't understand what it's like to be in my shoes. Opinionated people can sometimes give off good talk game, but does that really help to solve your problem? I could only think of one person that could possibly be my cure-all, so I called out to my Grandmother (Lord rest her soul, 12 years and you would think the grieving process would have subsided by now) last night and she wasn't there to answer me back. At that moment of no response, I realized what makes me the weakest link... my kids. My hard rock turned to soft and the water flowed faster than the rivers. I was hurt. And I had no one to console me the way that I know only she could have done.

A Little Background Info
From the outside looking in... a quick explanation of how my son's father and I share him, you would think, "oh that's awesome!", "that's great that he does dot-dot-dot". But to be honest, I never cared for the extra help. Or maybe, it's that I never cared for him period. So I would rather have done without his presence from then until now. I believe this is the cycle of where I pay for my sins. Never in a million years did I believe that I would be able to birth my own kryptonite. I have to learn to become immune to the glow and sustain a state of submissivness for the sake of my child. I've found this man to be a vicious blood sucker which I knew from jumpstreet, AFTER my son was born (everyone else found out years later). Needless to say, I found out I was pregnant 2 months after completely ridding him of my life. I should have left it that way. I had never met a snake in person until I met him. But the moral of all of this begins with the quote that I stated above...

The Moral
Children hold strong to things that interest them. Memories that settle in and stick, even if it is for a split second. They believe that this is how life is suppose to be every single second there after. I agree. And if that was in any way, shape, form or fashionably possible, I would most definitely love to keep the line of tremendous pops of fireworks going every single day. Instead, a working mother loses sight of even being alive. You are only here to make things comfortable and enjoyable for your children, instill in them the mechanics of life and hope they take heed and prosper into the star you would like for them to be. In other words, you hustle your ass off every single day and hope that your kids don't show resentment towards your grind once they get older. They are too young to understand. This is what portrays an image of "difference" between whose head of household. Those who have time and those who don't. What they believe is good for them and what they don't. BUT if they don't know any difference between the two, then all they would know is what they were born into, you would think. I admit my work load can get the best of me. Maybe that is why when special events, birthdays or whatnot come around, I tend to overtly stress because I want it to be pure perfection. I have to choose the perfect gift. Things have to be perfectly in sync with whatever it is my son or daughter asks for. I've concocted miracles out of my ass, ears, nostrils... basically every hole in my body, and yet I remain the under-rated of the 2 parenting species. I'm judged for not buying a toy at the drop of a dime. I'm judged for letting a practice slip my mind. I'm judged for working. Judged for cooking, for parenting, disciplining, for paying bills...

Going In
I believe that if I had a source for freeloading that would take care of me and pay my bills, I could put in the excess time and effort to completely consume my life with my children and still have plenty time left over to piss off the other parent too. I can honestly say that I can teach my son how to be more of a man than his sperm donor with also stating the fact that I think I would feel some type of way (like not setting a good example) if I still lived with my mother and fed him off of her income. That's like saying it's ok to do this; you don't need a job or an education, you can live with me forever. I wonder what it would be like if the tables were to turn? The day that this freeloader would have to get a job and actually fend for himself. I wonder if my son's feelings for this person he deems as a Super Hero (technically for not having a life) would remain the same?

This is like one of those "Lifetime" movies. I never believed my life would play out where it's Mom vs. Dumb Ass. You hear stories of parents and their bribing kids with toys and gifts. But for some odd reason, I never thought that would be considered a legitimate practice. At least not on my playing field. The Devil is playing hardball. Situations such as this leave you in positions feeling as though your faith and humbling to the cause is not enough. I'm completely blown. And after you have done so much (you think) you're left drawn into a fetal position because there is nothing else that you can do. Your child already has everything coming from both ends (his ass and my heart). Nowadays, kids are blessed with everything they could imagine. And the parents are breaking their necks to make impossibilities somewhat possible, if not completely. I didn't have it like that growing up. And beginning from the time that I was able to make my own money, I have worked for every single thing that I have as well as my children. It's like I'm constantly trying to prove myself when really I know that I don't have to. This is not a competition. So why make it out to seem like it is one? At damn near 40, one should realize when it's time to stop being a bitch. Someone could easily think that science has naturally fucked up it's corse and made a ni66a bleed on a monthly basis. I don't need the extras of dealing with 2 periods in a month. I just want to look forward to lesser drama from the man-bitch and more gain of understanding with my son.

Until next time bloggers...

No Days Off

Soooo, yesterday I was going to shoot ya'll some hidden histories about Thanksgiving and even though I already know the story, I didn't feel like researching extra information #lazy Then I thought about saying some shit like, "Happy Thanksgiving" and put up a pretty picture of a turkey or something, but I didn't feel like doing that either. It just wasn't Sense So Common's style. All of this contemplating led me straight up to not writing a damn thing. I'm midway in to my 2nd year of writing on this blog and if you have been with me from the beginning of time, you would know that I'm not much of a "holiday spirit" so to speak. So I'm here (at work) on Black Friday (LMAO!!!.... yes I have to laugh about the crazies who spent the night in store parking lots last night) telling you guys about what happened to me yesterday and why my "holiday spirit" tends to roam.

I never make plans to cook because I'm always working. The question for the week when passing by strangers as you're walking through the stores or on the street is, "what you cooking for Turkey Day", "gotta a lot of goodies on your menu for Thursday?" I would like to look at them and tell them to "quit being so damn nosey", "even if I was cooking, it ain't like you eating any of the shit". OK, so I'm a little bitchy when it comes to the holidays too, lol. So I guess if you are one of those jolly ol' people who just loves to spark convos with random strangers, you might want to think twice about your choice of words. Maybe we should just stick with "Happy Holidays" and call it a year.

I spent the first part of my Thanksgiving working until 3 p.m. My work schedule would be fine being as though, that's usually about the time my family eats anyway. We used to start at 1 in the afternoon, but people have jobs and shit BECAUSE not everyone gets the holidays off (like me). I probably would be in more of a better mood if the owners I work for weren't so fucking cheap and incorporated time and a half on my paycheck for ALL of the holidays that I work. But, whatever, that's the point of searching for another job. (ok I'm rambling) I had errands out the ass to run. Not to mention that my son was with me yesterday (at work), which is a bit of a headache. I know the reasons, first hand, why you shouldn't be aloud to take your kids to work, lol! Sometimes, it can be convenient, but it can also be a hemorrhoid on your ass. Anywho, he kept me good company (I guess) since I really didn't have shit to do at work, I just had to be there. I found out that fast food resturaunts aren't open on Thanksgiving (now how come I didn't know that, LOL) but Golden Corral is a place for all of the lazy ass, non-cooking people to go and eat. We did lunch take-out there, I wrapped up the rest of my work day, and we were out.

In the meantime of all this commotion of non-Thanksgiving-commotion, I hoped and prayed that no one would call me on this holiday to come get them out of jail. I felt pretty good about chillaxing for the rest of my day being as though I was slightly fatigued from drinking with my besties from the night before. After eating, my main goal was to pop me a Corona to subside the queezy in my stomach (I think it's an alcoholic remedy or something, you kill hangovers with more alcohol *shrugs* it works, lol) After making my stops, I reached the family's house a little after 4 which was still great timing. Everyone had already eaten and it was time to get loaded with more alcohol. It seems as though my family's new hobby is jello shots LLS!!! And yes!! This shit is funnnn-nnnnyyyy! I sit down to eat, I get full, taste-test about 2 or 3 of these shots and pop my Corona. As soon as my top tapped the counter top, my phone rings. I know when work is calling because random numbers don't just call my phone. I started not to answer but being as though I knew this was "money" ringing my phone, I broke down and clicked the talk button. Let's just say the next 3 hours after that was spent wasting time on retarded people who didn't have a pin number to their own debit card (or so they say) smh, Yes! Exactly! I know what you're thinking. lol!

Overall, I enjoyed the bits and pieces of blessings received. I actually got a chance to stop by everyone's house whom were near and dear to me (only 3) But I usually don't get a chance to make visitations as such. Even though I missed my money because I was dealing with some real retards, I know there will be plenty more criminals cutting a fool around these holidays. So I'm not worried. The joys of "no days off", huh?

Well here's to you fellow bloggers, until next time... Happy Holidays!

A Gamer's Superbowl: Call of Duty Came Out Last Night

HA HA!! I'm quite sure every woman in this world who has a significant other is probably about to be mad all to pieces with me. I did the unthinkable, as I usually do for "pending's" birthday almost every year. Since Call of Duty always come out on or around his birthday and being that this is one of his most favoritest things in the whole-wide world, I went and pre-ordered the game (11/12) so that he would be able to pick it up as soon as it hit the stores which was 12 midnight. I called and told him that I got him the game and he was ecstatic. Think of the kids at Christmas... got the vision? Yea. Asking questions such as, "you bought it?", "it's already paid for?", "you sure you went and got it?" I admit, I have never pre-ordered any type of game. Even though I have purchased this game maybe 3 times since we have been together, it was always well after the commotion died down.

Soooooo, apparently (assuming all of you Call of Duty heads will know the excitement in what I'm about to explain) when you pre-order the game from GameStop, you get something call the Nuketown Double XP, 2025 bonus map and whatever the hell this XP shit is will be launched over the weekend, 16th through the 18th. You also get a season pass for 4 epic DLC map packs with $10 off some other shit they have going on. I have no idea what any of this shit is, thus explains my explanation of what is featured with this game. To be honest, I could be explaining it all wrong. The fun didn't stop there because as I was standing in line listening to the cashier rave about this game and how they had over 800 pre-orders for that night already, and they were expecting at least 1000 people to be at the store lining up at closing time (9 p.m) for the re-open at 12, I drifted off to the shelves behind him and noticed some other things that caught my attention...

They were headsets and I began thinking about the headsets "pending" already had. It reminded me of those favorite pair of tennis shoes a little kid has, refusing to throw them away and believing they have magic powers and makes him jump higher, LOL!! Yes, seriously! Anyway, I wanted to add something else so that the obvious gift (the game) wouldn't seem so obvious since it wasn't much of a surprise anyway knowing that I had already bought the game for his birthday (every year). So as I drift off to the shelves behind the cashier, I asked him about these headsets. Who knew that "Turtle Beach" was so popular? The cashier was awesome!! He explained everything with much excitement as if someone was purchasing these items for him. The store was packed and he still took his time with explaining to the gaming illiterate people (which would be me) how this shit works. These "Turtle Beaches" apparently allow you to hear the enemy footsteps coming up behind you, or the click of a weapon loading in the distance. You can hear yourself in the headset which eliminates the yelling at the TV (or seemingly, lol) These headsets contain 50 mm speakers (whatever the hell that means)and the sound is crystal-clear. Although I'm sure he would have loved the ones with the COD logo on it, I refused to pay 30 extra dollars for a friggin' name, so I got the less expensive ones. Note that these little headsets can actually rise up to a whopping $300 (which I did not pay). These gamers have lost their damn minds!!

My day was stretched, I had so many errands to run and someone to bail out. Not thinking that I made such great purchases, I was a little bummed at the fact that he didn't want to go to dinner with me (which was going to be my first initial gift). I wasn't suprised though, because I have always known that "pending" don't really like doing things that are way too fancy. He probably already noted that by the time I paid for dinner, I would have kicked out the same amount of money for the game. And that would have been correct. LOL!! I unloaded my car and walked to my bedroom where I found him watching TV. I slid him the bag and said "here, I got you something else". There was no "waaaiitt for itt, waaiiittt for it", moment. I just simply turned to disburse all household products (I also had to shop for during my errand venture) accordingly, only to turn around and bump into this 6'3 brick wall (him) behind me, smiling and explaining to me how much his kill rate is going to go up. He couldn't believe I got him the "turtle beaches" and he has to get him a nap before heading out to the store  tonight. Well he never got the nap and even without the game, he proceeded to hook the headsets up, LOL!! Looking back at me every so often to smile and say thank you.

Now, Call of Duty is known to be the breaker of all relationships. It is the homewrecking bitch that any woman would so happily be willingly and would never think twice about throwing out the window. It has even worked my nerves more times than 1 and I have seen the damage that it can do, LMAO!!! But I swear, the facial expressions and excitement in a grown man over something so simple (to me) is priceless. He stayed up until 3:30 a.m. playing this game and apparently him and his team has to "lock and load" this morning at or around 8ish. LMAO!! But I do want to thank "turtle beach" (THANK YOU) because I didn't hear any yelling last night or gun shots coming through the TV. I didn't wake up out of my sleep feeling like I was in the heart of a war, ducking and trying to bear-crawl out of my bed. Other than him fidgeting and moving here and there, I actually slept pretty good.

And now that I've gotten this birthday out of the way, it's time to prep Christmas for the kids. Too many big personalities and not enough space. I'm just going to pray about it, lol!

Until next time bloggers...

I Tried To Stay Out Of It

I feel like this is a modern day war between blacks and whites on whether or not slavery or segregation should still exist. I voted. Clearly, I'm sure you all know who I voted for. But it wasn't because he was black, it's because Romney is just fucking retarded. And Obama speaks moreso on a level of just having simple common sense. I feel he didn't have to say much in any debate because his past actions proved more than enough to keep his followers in line, you would think (my opinion). Maybe his effects only effected the people on the lower end of the totem poll (which includes me) and the others who felt there was a need for change felt the side effects. Sorry for digging into the pockets of those who could possibly feed half a state or more, but you can't spend money in Hell.

I went to the polls with a few specific people in mind: the president, the state of NC's insurance commissioner, Goodwin, the attorney general, Cooper, (who had no opposing team), and Representative G.K. Butterfield. I absolutely hate politics. I find the government to be extremely convoluted and very disorganized in the exacts of what these people truly stand for. I trust no one, them included. Maybe I'm a little brainwashed from reading about the particulars  in our history where some things just doesn't add up, The Redemption Manual, all these secrets, too many illuminati stories. Believing to have originally formed from roots of Christianity, I honestly don't see where God plays a part in how these people call themselves maintaining control over a country. Could I do any better? Hell no! But the difference between me and the next person who feel that they could is I wouldn't want the job anyway.

But that is not why I'm here today. I'm reading and I'm watching and all I see being discussed is a boundary of color. Who gives a fuck?! There is this guy I see every morning who stops by my desk and says "my president is still black", "some people gon' be mad today" or some other lame line about how his complexion is what "Rocked the Votes". Can we discuss my healthcare benefits please? Or how I need to begin a job search asap because the owners of this company are about to slit their wrist due to the fact they have to help someone other than themselves (*cough* assholes) I guess the thought of the word, help, is just flat out disgusting and could be very treacherous to their health pockets. Can we discuss how the owner of the Westgate Resorts, David Siegel, sent out a letter warning his employees what would happen if they voted for Obama? Let's also narrow this thing down to the fact that if it were left up to black people, alone, to try to keep one man in office, we wouldn't stand a chance which proves that it's NOT/WASN'T a color issue to begin with. But, clearly, we can't pinpoint which white people voted for what candidate. Since we are already stereotyping, let's just point out the mediocre white people. Yea, that would be sufficient enough for now.

I'm ready for the air to clear. Back to the norm we go. The rich will remain rich and the poor will remain poor. That's just the cards we were dealt. Color will always be an issue and if an owner of a company feels the little peons that work for him aren't worthy enough of a good living, then he don't have to provide them with shit if he doesn't want to. All that matters is they're good and they always will be, and if you don't like it, you can kick rocks and find another gig that will do better. Whose Democrat? Whose Republican? Well... I'm ME. And the history behind the donkey and the elephant gives me a friggin headache AGAIN. So the tables turned? Does that mean we should still support bullshit just because back in the day Republicans were anti-slavery? Democrats formed the KKK.... Nevermind...

I think I'm done for now, this has killed my coffee buzz. Off to my round 2 of a cup of joe.

Until next time bloggerss...

Diagnosis Random Craziness

There absolutely has to be a name for the type of person that I am, lol. You know... they got diagnosis of schizo's and bi-polar-ism. Just call me crazy, although I know there just has to be a more medical term for it. I am so random and half the shit I think about during the day could be able to not be thought about, lol. Did that make sense? Anyway, let's take a tour through the amusement park of Candi's Brain.

So I found out that even though I am simple and like simple shit, trying to plan a simple wedding is more stressful than planning an extravagant one. Wanting to be traditionally non-traditional is some bullshit... I can't commit to a color, can't commit to a dress, I can't commit to a place, time, or the number of guest that I MAY BE expecting to have. Get this... yes! here's the kicker!! I'm not engaged to be married. LMAO!!! Don't judge me. I'm working on it. At least things will be in place by the time it does happen... I think o_O And BTW, yes! I am back on my wedding fantasy roadtrip. Why? Because I'm about to turn 30. SMH

What kind of car do I LOOK like I SHOULD be driving and whether or not one day I will get over my fears of paying a car note... LMAO!!! Am I the only one? I mean think about it. Have you ever heard someone say, "you don't look like you should be driving that kind of car." And then proceed to tell you, "you look like you should be driving dot.dot.dot." I've never had a car note in my life. All my cars were paid for upfront with cash. Never drove anything straight off "the lot" and never had a car above a year 97. And I particularly don't care for a newer model car. I would actually prefer to go older, maybe back in the 60's. OG status!

I picture myself at this big birthday bash that I'm trying to plan for my 30th next year, however I can't commit to locking in the venue. I got my mind set on the spot, have already talked to the owner and made sure that my strippers will be able to make their asses clap without interruption. I could go ahead and pay my money now and have that particular headache out of the way and proceed with the other details for Day 1 and then began to work on Day 2 (yes it's a 2 day birthday party) BUT noooooooo, for some reason I don't trust myself with plans being set in stone. So I continue to think about it, play out the progress in my head and wait to the last minute to say, "maybe I don't want to have a birthday party."

My son is getting to a point where birthday parties aren't all that exciting. He's only 8 and he's into taking trips and shit. So I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday next year, and he want's to ride in a limo. OMG!! LOL!! Of all things. So here I am looking for pimped out limo's. Where is the simplicity in that? My daughter will be 4, 5 days after Christmas. You would think that I would have this celebration thing down. However I have no tips to give any parent with a child born at or around Christmas. On top of that, New Year's Eve has always been "pending's" and my holiday to get buckwild with not a care in the world. So it seems to me that I have a lot on my plate and we haven't even made it to Christmas.

Although most of my family and my closest friends know that I'm bi, I wonder how those that don't will react at my birthday party when they see me engulfing the visuals roaming in their half nakedness or if there will ever be a particular woman that will make their way to being closer than just a sidepiece for me and "pending" to play with in our past times? I guess you can say this may be somewhat of a "coming out" party, LOL!! I wonder if people think that I am really crazy, or just completely lost my mind and clear sight? I've had people ask me, "how the hell do you do that", "is that even possible", "I could never trust another bitch with my man"... is it sad that I don't have an answer for any of those questions? It just seems to fall in place that way. Maybe I'll blog about it one day. As soon as I figure out how it all works.

I figured out that I'm prolonging this home buying thing because I want my ultimate dream house. Something that someone can only dream about (LOL) I have no idea how I'm going to overcome this set-back. I'm on to a new project of starting my own business with a couple business plans in mind at that. LMAO!! Trying to figure out how I'm going to weigh these options.

* I want brand new furniture throughout my entire house.

* I want a new job.

* My car has to be inspected before this month is out.

* My son wants to go to the skatepark every single day.

* I have to buy rubberbands to do my daughters hair.

* I need to wash clothes

* I need to start my Christmas shopping ASAP.

* I need to post another friggin' post on my blog.

Then this is where I end up, and these are just the things I thought about on the way to work. Imagine what the rest of my day is like.

Until next time bloggers...

Bloggers Have Groupies?

I did a post a while back called Bougie Bloggers where I expressed how I felt about coming into the blogging business pretty much in the dark, but willing to get my feet wet and to except the experience head on. A little on edge because I wasn't getting as much feedback as I had hoped for; not only here in my own lil' dojo, but while commenting on other sites, as well. I think big. I don't think out the wait process or how I'm going to bear-slide before I learn to crawl through these field of words. I dreamed about an instant come-up, the overnight sensation. Hey, I'm a dreamer. What can I say? LOL! Anywho, my point is, on this quest I have found that there are a such thing as Blogger Groupies (as if bougie bloggers aren't enough) So now I feel the need to express how I feel about the usage of "likes" and "dislike" buttons along with "replies" to comments in random forums.

But first, let me bring you up to date on how I came up with this subject. I came across a post in my blogroll the other day. (I read post according to my interests in the title, but I eventually read them all either way) This particular title had caught my attention and I clicked away. I read it and, of course, I hated it. Just as I suspected. Now... a great writer will voice their opinion on a subject matter and know exactly what to expect from the particular audience they cater to (my opinion). So... given this information, sure that the blogger already knows of what arguements may lie ahead, they should be able to respond with sympathy and automatically be able to empathize with all 3 sides to whatever subject was brought to the table. Yes. 3. We are bloggers. It's all about opinions, being able to relate to the opposing team just as much as their own. And clearly what should be the strong suit, striking conversations. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I get that. And moreso entitled to the conversation that they choose to strike. We could also take it back to the bougie-ness and talk about how particular comments are bypassed for the mere fact it's not what they were expecting. BUT, we already did that.

NOW... let's get to the groupies *insert horror movie scream here*. Why must the audience that which are die-hard fans agree with everything that is being said, especially if you are the target of the conversation? And why is it that, when I voice my OPINION on the subject matter, I get thumb downed, disliked, -1'd, all because I didn't agree with their precious blogger? Excuse me for having my own voice. But if I don't agree, then dammit I don't agree. Regardless if we are speaking of a high profile blog or whether it's in the Hall of Fame for whatever reason, or even if it has a whopping couple thousand subscribers, it doesn't mean that everything the blogger write about should be agreed upon. It's how they feel about a topic (which is fine). But the point of the comments section is for the READER to voice their feelings about it. So why am I inclined to agree? I could choose to comment on just the perks I got out of a post (if any), but what justice does that do me if I don't agree with the subject matter within the post as an entirety? So, now you mean to tell me that blogger courtesy consists of if you can't say anything nice, you shouldn't say anything at all? Well I didn't curse (can you believe it), or maybe it was me using the word Negro rather than ni66a, lol!

Not that I really care, but the birds began to attack! Is it safe to call this cyber blog-bullying? And let me also inform you that this has happened on far more than 1 or 2 occassions. For instance, true story: I commented on a blog post, actually received a reply back from the blogger (a good reply about my reference of choice) and then a reply from the "bird" who felt that what I had to say was irrelevant and I was being rude towards the blogger's point. Are we really playing this game here? My comment back to her wasn't a good one but it was said in a very sophisticated manner (which actually shocked me, so I can just imagine how she felt). Ending with me being thumb downed, lol! I didn't take KissAss101, and not all bloggers write about things that we care to read about or that we necessarily agree with. Not all commenters are going to reply in a manner that everyone would like to see, but that's what builds the conversation. I'm cool with all of this, while most other bloggers would have to be cool with it too if they choose to keep blogging. Blogging isn't for someone to come in the game feeling like they are always going to be right. But I'm starting to feel like it's the groupies who can't handle a decent conversation in a simple forum to discuss one topic at hand. All because they feel some type of way about the writer.

I don't mean to bash anyone's favorite blogger. Definitely NOT a hater. I enjoy good reads just as much as I enjoy writing. And let me also state, I didn't say any names so that I or no one else will feel like I'm slandering a blog or the commenters of any particular site. I do have quite a few blogs that I frequent and the lack of luster in one particular post never curves my appetite for the blog as a whole. I may leave a comment here or there, maybe I will post the link on my Twitter (if I enjoyed it), or maybe I'll just click the "like" button and keep it moving. It just seems that these little gnats are everywhere. No matter how much you try to "shoo" them away from an unnecessary disruption of servitude to the comments section, someone feels the need to voice their opinion on YOUR thought process. Which, let me remind you, has absolutely NOTHING to do with the topic. If I wasn't referencing YOU or YOUR comment, then why are you so mad? It's not in the rule book (that I have seen) that says everyone must agree.

Until next time bloggers...

Up 4 Discussion Presents...

5 Things EVERYONE Should Know BEFORE Having Kids

It must be my birthday!!! LOL!! I am all over the place this morning!!! From Spoken Words & Thoughts to Up 4 Discussion. And once again, I am so honored. You see, I told you guys I've been busy....

Sometimes we all just need that extra push and luckily I have an awesome Blogger Boss who knows just how to push me. J decided to give us all a few topics to pick and choose from and I chose a few but I couldn't let this one keep lingering in my email without diving in head first. Yes!! 5 things EVERYONE should know BEFORE having kids It has a ring to it, don't you think?!

If you really want to know what to look forward to, then I'm here to give it to you. No cut cards, straight no chaser. I'm sorry my lovelies, but what type of friend would I be if I didn't give you the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

I hope you all enjoy. Be sure to let me know what you think. Those of you who want kids in the future, let me know how you feel childbirth after reading this. And those of you that have kids now, has your experience been as joyful as mine? Whatever you do, just be sure to always, always, always check out the rest of the Up 4 Discussion family. We have such an eclectic taste in diversity.

Until next time bloggers...