My Sweet Side...

Oh joy, ‘tis the season for lovey-dovey bullshit. Before your love drunk brains begin jumping to conclusions, no, I’m not bitter because I don’t have a Valentine. Truth is, I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. It’s silly. I don’t like flowers…they die. I don’t want chocolate…it goes to my ass. Diamonds? Well…OK. But only if it’s a modest carat or five.

I will take this XOXO obsessed holiday as an opportunity to thank the ones I love, though. Consider this my Valentine to all of you who have held my hand and had my back these past couple of years. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Prepare yourselves. I’m about to be real “deep.”

To my friends: YOU kept me afloat when I thought I was drowning. You accept me for exactly who I am (which is difficult, I admit), you laugh with me and cry with me, you give me confidence when I’m running low, and you make my heart swell with companionship when I feel alone. I’m eternally grateful to each one of you.

To my family: Thank you for seeing the big picture for me when I could not. Thank you for the confidence you instilled in me and the strength you gave me when I was weak. Thank you for ignoring my pride and being there to catch me anyway. Thank you for being there with me as I welcomed my Son into the world. Thank you for giving me the building blocks to becoming a good Mommy.

To my baby boy: Thank you for picking me to be your Mommy. I see the world in a completely different light with you in my life. You give me purpose. More importantly, you give me hope. I am a different and better person solely because of you. I will always be here when you open your eyes in the morning (and a zillion times throughout the night), My sweet boy.

Girl Fight!

  I don't know what to think about these crazy ass housewives. I can't figure out if I'm entertained or if I'm just staring at these women like I would a train wreck. They really are bat-shit crazy. My biggest issue, I think, is the reflection it has on teenage and young adult females. We put so much emphasis on being accepting of one another and not bullying. I think this is a huge step back in that fight.

  Shockingly, many of these women are mothers. I'm not necessarily saying that these women aren't good mothers, but let's look at the facts here! On each rendition of this show whether it's Atlanta, Beverly Hills, or otherwise these women are ripping each other to shreds! Young women are witnessing these ladies attack one another (verbally and physically), and we expect them not to do the same exact thing to each other? Wishful thinking. I look at these women with their piles of money and think, "Girl...stop pulling off Kim's fake ass wig and go to the mall. Buy some shit. You will be happier afterwards."

  These shows would not exist if it weren't for the foolish rivals these women create between one another. The show would simply be a bunch of women traipsing around with their platinum cards buying diamonds and shoes for themselves (and their dogs). 

  Gag me with a spoon, right? Blah.

 Who wants to watch women spend all of their husbands hard earned money on crap? Pfft. No one. But women with a Louis Vuitton thrown across one shoulder and the head of a frail blonde woman shoved under the arm pit the other-- that is quality entertainment. Hopefully my sarcasm was implied, but I'll clarify for good measure...I was being sarcastic.

  Do I watch the shows? Yea. I do. Every once in a while I catch myself fully committed to a marathon, and I can't peel my eyes away from the screen until the sit-down at the end of the season with the annoying man with the big-ass smile who loves every moment of the drama between these woman as much as the rest of the US, the only difference is, he gets paid to like it. I can't stand those episodes. I get anxiety with all the yelling and talking over each other. At least in the actual episodes you get a break from that when they do their one-on-one interviews. You get a chance to hear both sides in a calm, yet effective, manner. HA.

  So, what do you guys think about these Looney Tunes? For or against? I think I'm Switzerland...with a dash of tone-it-the-heck-down-on-the-name-calling-and-punch-throwing.