A lot of you may not know the McCord family will be leaving New York and moving (insert sarcastic voice here) to the lovely state of Minneapolis, MN =/ I mean Snore-ville, USA. I honestly DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT want to move to Minneapolis. The only thing that is saving this move for me is that I will be close to the Mall of America, other than that Minnesota SUCK!!!!!!!!!
The times I have been there, I have seen nothing of interest. It's too quiet, John says it's another city....That's the problem, it's another city; it's not NYC. That's a BIG difference, at least in my eyes.
For the past few weeks now I have been in my house getting rid of crap we will not be using anymore, either throwing away or passing on to someone who will use them. Once the time started getting close, I went out on the search for boxes....Did you know that if you wanted to buy boxes for a decent sized house they can run you as much as $500!!!!!! 0.o WTF?! They are cardboard BOXES!!!!!! I said FUCK THAT, and hit every grocery store I could go to looking for boxes, I went to Micheal's and Walmart, even hit up Kohl's! I got a few boxes that way, but not enough. I had to wait til new families were moving into Military Housing to get their discarded boxes; worked out perfectly! So I thought....
I started boxing stuff up in my house, that way way the movers got here all they had to do was pick up and go....easy right? NOPE! I get a call from John saying "Stop packing, because the movers have to do an inventory of what they are packing." =/ NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! By this time, I have already packed up about 6-8 boxes with glassware, 3-4 boxes of clothes, and 3-4 boxes of misc items....I was so upset! I had done all of this damn packing for NOTHING!!!!!!!
I'm so damn stressed...My house is a disaster area, I have boxes everywhere! We are living out of boxes right now, and my fridge is down to the bare minimum. I can't really buy food because we wont be able to eat all of it before we have to evacuate the house....This sucks DONKEY BALLS!!!!!!
I'm just ready to get this over with. I am really hoping that Minnesota isn't as lame as I am thinking it is. Because so far, I have seen anything (other than the M.O.A.) that is so YAY! about the state.....
Please keep us in your prayers....
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
So, because she doesn't look like me, means she's not mine....PLEASE explain this one to me....
So, anyone who knows me, knows I'm an ok person....I let a lot of stuff slide, that is until you start sounding stupid and ignorant!
Here's my problem. I have a daughter (my only one, my lil monkee) who is the SPITTING image of her dad. I mean, I know she doesn't look anything like me....if I didn't know, I would and have been reminded more than once while out with her. So freakin' irritating!!!!
This is what the conversations are usually like when I'm out and about with my daughter.
Dumb Ass: What a pretty baby!
Me: Oh, why thank you.
Dumb Ass: Where's the mommy?
{My reaction} 0.o "/
Me: I am the mommy (in my agitated voice)
Dumb Ass: Oh, I'm sorry. She doesn't look like you at all. Who does she look like?
{My reaction} 0.o!
[in my head]: thanks for stating the obvious GENIUS!
Me: Um! Do I really need to answer that question?
End of conversation....I didn't even answer....I just simply walked away.
Hey shit for brains! If I just said, I am the mommy, and you see she doesn't look like me....WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME WHO SHE LOOKS LIKE?!
Here's another one that happened to me about 2 months after she was born...I found her to be really freakin' rude and she caught me off guard.
Dumb Ass#2: She's gorgeous!
Me: Thank you =)
Dumb Ass#2: Why are you changing that baby's diaper? Shouldn't the mom be doing that? Where is she?
Me: Um, I am the mom.
Her: She looks nothing like you, I don't believe you.
{At this point, I'm turning purple (can't turn red, since I'm a bit dark...lol)}
Me: Believe what you want! How dare you accuse me of any wrong doing with MY daughter.
Her: Um, I'm sorry, she just doesn't look like you....Sh..
Me: I would suggest you leave before the Marine comes out of me.
Her: {walks away looking stupid, confused, and scared}
I mean, I completely understand why someone would ask me if she were mine. She really looks nothing like me. It feels like I carried her, but my hubby had her. That's how much they look alike. She's him, in female form =/ I can honestly say that the only thing I can claim is that she and I share the same hair color...LOL! I know it's sad, but it's the only physical thing I can say she and I share =( I pushed her out, that counts for a lot, but if it weren't for that...I wouldn't be able to prove she was mine. Isn't that sad? Maybe it's just me...
So, I'm just gonna answer all the stupid questions now, ok?!
I know she doesn't look like me. Yes! she is my baby. She looks like her father, and for the love of all that is HOLY! Yes! she is a mixed baby!!!! What gave it away? The fact that she looks exotic? or is it that she looks native? Or maybe it was the texture of her hair? Whatever gave it away, congratulations for figuring it out =/
WTF is wrong with some people? If you have nothing nice to say, or if you think what you are about to say or ask may be offensive, rude, or taken the wrong way. DON'T say it. It'll save everyone involved the migraine that is sure to come to me, and the sure embarrassing that is coming to you.
IDIOTS!
You be the judge .....Who does she look like?
Please answer this question truthfully, don't say she looks like me just to comfort me. =) I get that a lot too...ha ha.
Here's my problem. I have a daughter (my only one, my lil monkee) who is the SPITTING image of her dad. I mean, I know she doesn't look anything like me....if I didn't know, I would and have been reminded more than once while out with her. So freakin' irritating!!!!
This is what the conversations are usually like when I'm out and about with my daughter.
Dumb Ass: What a pretty baby!
Me: Oh, why thank you.
Dumb Ass: Where's the mommy?
{My reaction} 0.o "/
Me: I am the mommy (in my agitated voice)
Dumb Ass: Oh, I'm sorry. She doesn't look like you at all. Who does she look like?
{My reaction} 0.o!
[in my head]: thanks for stating the obvious GENIUS!
Me: Um! Do I really need to answer that question?
End of conversation....I didn't even answer....I just simply walked away.
Hey shit for brains! If I just said, I am the mommy, and you see she doesn't look like me....WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME WHO SHE LOOKS LIKE?!
Here's another one that happened to me about 2 months after she was born...I found her to be really freakin' rude and she caught me off guard.
Dumb Ass#2: She's gorgeous!
Me: Thank you =)
Dumb Ass#2: Why are you changing that baby's diaper? Shouldn't the mom be doing that? Where is she?
Me: Um, I am the mom.
Her: She looks nothing like you, I don't believe you.
{At this point, I'm turning purple (can't turn red, since I'm a bit dark...lol)}
Me: Believe what you want! How dare you accuse me of any wrong doing with MY daughter.
Her: Um, I'm sorry, she just doesn't look like you....Sh..
Me: I would suggest you leave before the Marine comes out of me.
Her: {walks away looking stupid, confused, and scared}
I mean, I completely understand why someone would ask me if she were mine. She really looks nothing like me. It feels like I carried her, but my hubby had her. That's how much they look alike. She's him, in female form =/ I can honestly say that the only thing I can claim is that she and I share the same hair color...LOL! I know it's sad, but it's the only physical thing I can say she and I share =( I pushed her out, that counts for a lot, but if it weren't for that...I wouldn't be able to prove she was mine. Isn't that sad? Maybe it's just me...
So, I'm just gonna answer all the stupid questions now, ok?!
I know she doesn't look like me. Yes! she is my baby. She looks like her father, and for the love of all that is HOLY! Yes! she is a mixed baby!!!! What gave it away? The fact that she looks exotic? or is it that she looks native? Or maybe it was the texture of her hair? Whatever gave it away, congratulations for figuring it out =/
WTF is wrong with some people? If you have nothing nice to say, or if you think what you are about to say or ask may be offensive, rude, or taken the wrong way. DON'T say it. It'll save everyone involved the migraine that is sure to come to me, and the sure embarrassing that is coming to you.
IDIOTS!
You be the judge .....Who does she look like?
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| Dad & baby (even at this angle you can tell) |
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| Mom & baby |
Please answer this question truthfully, don't say she looks like me just to comfort me. =) I get that a lot too...ha ha.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
My weekend in the City so Nice, They Named it Twice
Ok, for those of you who didn't know, I am originally from Manhattan, NY (Washington Heights, born and raised.) It's Dominican-ville in the city so nice, they named it twice. I currently live about an hour north of the city in New Windsor, NY....Capital of Yawn-ville, USA. There is nada to do here...BLAH!
Anyway, So last week my husband had to leave for a week to Atlanta on business. That left me and the baby alone in this big ol' house by ourselves, with nothing to do. So, I decided to leave for the city, and see some family and friends (one's I haven't seen in YEARS!) I thought it would be fun.
Not everything went thru as planned, but I had fun none the less...Here's the story of what happened to me on a night out with friends...
My neighbor, who is also from the Heights, was up in the city too. Her and her husband where up that way for a party they were invited too, they invited me along and I gladly accepted the invite. What I didn't know what was in store for me the rest of the night....LOL!
I met them at her moms place...it's only 6 blocks from where my moms stays. It was BRICK! out (NY slang for FREEZING!!!!) but I managed to get there in 5 minutes flat....I wasn't trying to be out in the cold for too long. We all pile in the car and start driving toward the West Side Highway, but as soon as we get on the highway their brother-in-law calls saying he wanted to go, so we had to go back and pick him up...no biggy, the more the merrier. We picked him up, and headed towards our destination. We get there with 20 minutes to spare. So of course, us knowing it was open bar, we went and got two drinks each...LOL! We never took our jackets off, what was the point? We were gonna get kicked out in 20 minutes anyway...
Here's where the funny shit begins. As I'm standing there with my friend (I will call her M. to keep her identity hidden) We get approached by a dude who started saying he was the "CEO & Co-owner" of the Company that was throwing the party. My B***S*** meter went crazy....My friend and I just stared at each other and started laughing, dude looked so damn desperate...LOL! After that dumb-ness...20 minutes pass pretty quickly, and we were told that the after party was downstairs at the bar.(CONCRETE was the name of the place) this place was basically a hole in the wall, but got packed quickly by all the drunkards that were upstairs. The four of us got to the bar at the right time. We got the one and only table that was in the joint. We grabbed the table and chairs quick, and never let them go. As we are sitting there, hangin' out talking laughing, drinking ect, ect....Some dude bumps into me, as he stumbles by. I turn around to let him know that it was alright, this fool looked like he had seen the most beautiful thing on earth (I am, but that's not the point....LOL!) and with a smile on his face, bends over and whispers in my ear, with slurred speech of course..."I wanna hhhave your babies tonight." I looked at him and told him "NOOO! YOU DON'T HA HA!" my friends are all looking at me like what is going on? Do you need help? I looked at them and reassured them, that I was handling it, and if I needed help, I would let them know. I'm thinking that was the end of it...MAN! Was I wrong! This drunk ass decided it was a good idea to bend over further, and try to lick my boob. Yes, you read that right....Ladies and gentlemen, this idiot stuck his tongue out and proceeded to try and lick my freakin' BOOB! My friends husband's eyes were buggin' out his face...LOL! Without hesitation, I processed to "MUSH" the shit out this dudes face! If you don't know what a "mush" is, it's when you take your whole hand, and place it on the side of someones face and push REALLY hard. Everyone at the table started laughing hysterically....I did too, but I was really grossed out. My poor shirt was wet with "Drunk man" spit...It smelled HORRIBLE!!!!!!
After that happens, I get a gay dude saying that I was his favorite, whatever that means...LOL! I have the Bouncer (who, by the way, was sleeping most of the night) tell me that he liked "Strong" black women, I tell him that I was actually Dominican, and he was like a kid at a candy store telling his mom that he wanted a piece of candy that he knew he wasn't going to get...LOL! The licker continues to try and come back for more...LOL! I gave him one look and he knew that if he got any closer he would get "mushed" again...He knew better...ha ha!
Towards the end of the night, guess who came back trying to get some lovin'? You guessed it, the "CEO"...LOL...This idiot keeps up his lie and continues to ask me where I'm from, and what I do for a living. I tell him that I'm married, thinking this would deter him from trying any further....WROOOOONG! This dude kept trying, saying that my husband didn't have to know...I was like, not interested thanks. When he heard me say that, he then asked about my friend, which is M. LOL! I was like yeah, about her...her husband is sitting right behind you. His dumb ass got up as fast as he sat down...Good riddance!
All in all, after all the weirdos that came up to me...I had a much needed fun night with friends in the city =) Thanks to M. and her husband. You know who you are if you ever read this.
Who can ever forget seeing their friends boob almost licked? LOL!!!!
Do any of you guys have any funny, drunk stories to share? I would love to hear them....Have a great and Boob lick free day! =)
Anyway, So last week my husband had to leave for a week to Atlanta on business. That left me and the baby alone in this big ol' house by ourselves, with nothing to do. So, I decided to leave for the city, and see some family and friends (one's I haven't seen in YEARS!) I thought it would be fun.
Not everything went thru as planned, but I had fun none the less...Here's the story of what happened to me on a night out with friends...
My neighbor, who is also from the Heights, was up in the city too. Her and her husband where up that way for a party they were invited too, they invited me along and I gladly accepted the invite. What I didn't know what was in store for me the rest of the night....LOL!
I met them at her moms place...it's only 6 blocks from where my moms stays. It was BRICK! out (NY slang for FREEZING!!!!) but I managed to get there in 5 minutes flat....I wasn't trying to be out in the cold for too long. We all pile in the car and start driving toward the West Side Highway, but as soon as we get on the highway their brother-in-law calls saying he wanted to go, so we had to go back and pick him up...no biggy, the more the merrier. We picked him up, and headed towards our destination. We get there with 20 minutes to spare. So of course, us knowing it was open bar, we went and got two drinks each...LOL! We never took our jackets off, what was the point? We were gonna get kicked out in 20 minutes anyway...
Here's where the funny shit begins. As I'm standing there with my friend (I will call her M. to keep her identity hidden) We get approached by a dude who started saying he was the "CEO & Co-owner" of the Company that was throwing the party. My B***S*** meter went crazy....My friend and I just stared at each other and started laughing, dude looked so damn desperate...LOL! After that dumb-ness...20 minutes pass pretty quickly, and we were told that the after party was downstairs at the bar.(CONCRETE was the name of the place) this place was basically a hole in the wall, but got packed quickly by all the drunkards that were upstairs. The four of us got to the bar at the right time. We got the one and only table that was in the joint. We grabbed the table and chairs quick, and never let them go. As we are sitting there, hangin' out talking laughing, drinking ect, ect....Some dude bumps into me, as he stumbles by. I turn around to let him know that it was alright, this fool looked like he had seen the most beautiful thing on earth (I am, but that's not the point....LOL!) and with a smile on his face, bends over and whispers in my ear, with slurred speech of course..."I wanna hhhave your babies tonight." I looked at him and told him "NOOO! YOU DON'T HA HA!" my friends are all looking at me like what is going on? Do you need help? I looked at them and reassured them, that I was handling it, and if I needed help, I would let them know. I'm thinking that was the end of it...MAN! Was I wrong! This drunk ass decided it was a good idea to bend over further, and try to lick my boob. Yes, you read that right....Ladies and gentlemen, this idiot stuck his tongue out and proceeded to try and lick my freakin' BOOB! My friends husband's eyes were buggin' out his face...LOL! Without hesitation, I processed to "MUSH" the shit out this dudes face! If you don't know what a "mush" is, it's when you take your whole hand, and place it on the side of someones face and push REALLY hard. Everyone at the table started laughing hysterically....I did too, but I was really grossed out. My poor shirt was wet with "Drunk man" spit...It smelled HORRIBLE!!!!!!
After that happens, I get a gay dude saying that I was his favorite, whatever that means...LOL! I have the Bouncer (who, by the way, was sleeping most of the night) tell me that he liked "Strong" black women, I tell him that I was actually Dominican, and he was like a kid at a candy store telling his mom that he wanted a piece of candy that he knew he wasn't going to get...LOL! The licker continues to try and come back for more...LOL! I gave him one look and he knew that if he got any closer he would get "mushed" again...He knew better...ha ha!
Towards the end of the night, guess who came back trying to get some lovin'? You guessed it, the "CEO"...LOL...This idiot keeps up his lie and continues to ask me where I'm from, and what I do for a living. I tell him that I'm married, thinking this would deter him from trying any further....WROOOOONG! This dude kept trying, saying that my husband didn't have to know...I was like, not interested thanks. When he heard me say that, he then asked about my friend, which is M. LOL! I was like yeah, about her...her husband is sitting right behind you. His dumb ass got up as fast as he sat down...Good riddance!
All in all, after all the weirdos that came up to me...I had a much needed fun night with friends in the city =) Thanks to M. and her husband. You know who you are if you ever read this.
Who can ever forget seeing their friends boob almost licked? LOL!!!!
Do any of you guys have any funny, drunk stories to share? I would love to hear them....Have a great and Boob lick free day! =)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Hispanic is NOT a race, it's an culture/ethnicity....
Hispanic is NOT a race, only culture/ethnicity. Some believe that Hispanic & Latino are races, not the case. I'm going in a different direction with my blog today, and educate some people who have no clue that being of Spanish tongue is not just being Mexican (I have no problems with the Mexican race, please don't my use of Mexican as a bad thing. I used Mexican because the first race that comes to the majority of people who are not Spanish speaking, is, well, Mexican)...I love my Mexican people, ¡Que viva la Raza! =)
On to the topic of discussion, There are a few categories that the "Hispanic" group has. I will break them down, and list a few famous people that fit into each category, this way you can have a visual. Some names you know, some you don't. But, I am sure you will be surprised with some of these names, or at least surprised about the categories that I will be listing...I know, I was while I was doing my research.
The White Race:
Armando Christian Perez a.ka."Pitbull" - Cuban Musician
Andy Garcia - Cuban Actor
The Mestizo Race: (Native American/White mix)
The stereotypical "Hispanic" look
Cheech Marin - Mexican-American Actor/Comedian
Ned Arnel "Carlos" Mencia - Honduran Comedian (A lot of ya'll thought he was Mexican huh?)
Carlos Santana - Mexican Musician
Efren Ramirez - Salvadorian-American Actor (Pedro, from Napoleon Dynamite)
Paul Rodriguez - Mexican Comedian
The Native American Race
Bolivian President - Evo Morales
Chilean Activist - Jorge Nawel
Chilean Model - Ximena Huilipan
The Black Race
David Ortiz - Dominican Baseball Player
Vladimir Guerrero - Dominican Baseball Player
Celia Cruz - Cuban Singer
The Mulatto Race (Black/White mix)
Zoe Saldaña - Dominican/Puerto Rican Actress
Albert Pujols - Dominican Baseball Player
Zambo Race (Black/Native American mix)
Oscar Hodgson - Nicaraguan Activist
Guillermo Espinosa - Nicaraguan Activist
The Pardo Race (a.k.a Afro-Mestizo)
Hugo Chavez - Venezuela President
Luis Guzman - Puerto Rican Actor
Ricardo Mayorga - Nicaraguan Boxer
The Asians
Alberto Fujimori - Ex-Peruvian President
Alfredo Abon Lee - Cuban Army Commander
Bruce Chen - Panamanian Baseball Player
Jorge Cham - Panamanian Cartoonist
and...
The Middle Easterners
Jamil Mahuad - Ecuadorian Ex-President
Carlos Menem - Argentina's Ex-President
Carlos Slim Helu - Mexican Businessman
Shafik Handal - Salvadorian Organization Leader
There thses are all the categories of the "Hispanic" group. I hope that I have educated some of you in the matter of the "Hispanic" is not a race but a culture/ethnic debate. So the next time you look at a person, don't just assume that they speak spanish or don't speak spanish based on what they look like.
I get it all the time. "You speak spanish? But you look black. I would have never thought you were spanish."
In what category would I put myself in?
I would put myself in the Zambo Race. My mother is Mulatto, and my father is of the Black Race.
For all my Spanish speakers out there with "Hispanic" dissent what group would you put yourself in?
On to the topic of discussion, There are a few categories that the "Hispanic" group has. I will break them down, and list a few famous people that fit into each category, this way you can have a visual. Some names you know, some you don't. But, I am sure you will be surprised with some of these names, or at least surprised about the categories that I will be listing...I know, I was while I was doing my research.
The White Race:
Armando Christian Perez a.ka."Pitbull" - Cuban Musician
Ricky Martin - Puerto Rican Musician
Antonio Banderas - Spanish (Spaniard)Andy Garcia - Cuban Actor
The Mestizo Race: (Native American/White mix)
The stereotypical "Hispanic" look
Cheech Marin - Mexican-American Actor/Comedian
Ned Arnel "Carlos" Mencia - Honduran Comedian (A lot of ya'll thought he was Mexican huh?)
Carlos Santana - Mexican Musician
Efren Ramirez - Salvadorian-American Actor (Pedro, from Napoleon Dynamite)
Paul Rodriguez - Mexican Comedian
The Native American Race
Bolivian President - Evo Morales
Chilean Activist - Jorge Nawel
Chilean Model - Ximena Huilipan
The Black Race
David Ortiz - Dominican Baseball Player
Vladimir Guerrero - Dominican Baseball Player
Celia Cruz - Cuban Singer
The Mulatto Race (Black/White mix)
Zoe Saldaña - Dominican/Puerto Rican Actress
Albert Pujols - Dominican Baseball Player
Zambo Race (Black/Native American mix)
Oscar Hodgson - Nicaraguan Activist
Guillermo Espinosa - Nicaraguan Activist
The Pardo Race (a.k.a Afro-Mestizo)
Hugo Chavez - Venezuela President
Luis Guzman - Puerto Rican Actor
Ricardo Mayorga - Nicaraguan Boxer
The Asians
Alberto Fujimori - Ex-Peruvian President
Alfredo Abon Lee - Cuban Army Commander
Bruce Chen - Panamanian Baseball Player
Jorge Cham - Panamanian Cartoonist
and...
The Middle Easterners
Jamil Mahuad - Ecuadorian Ex-President
Carlos Menem - Argentina's Ex-President
Carlos Slim Helu - Mexican Businessman
Shafik Handal - Salvadorian Organization Leader
There thses are all the categories of the "Hispanic" group. I hope that I have educated some of you in the matter of the "Hispanic" is not a race but a culture/ethnic debate. So the next time you look at a person, don't just assume that they speak spanish or don't speak spanish based on what they look like.
I get it all the time. "You speak spanish? But you look black. I would have never thought you were spanish."
In what category would I put myself in?
I would put myself in the Zambo Race. My mother is Mulatto, and my father is of the Black Race.
For all my Spanish speakers out there with "Hispanic" dissent what group would you put yourself in?
Monday, January 9, 2012
I DO NOT want to see your ass! Pull your damn pants up "Home Boi"
If this bothers or offends you, please don't get mad at "MY" opinion...Everyone has their own. If you don't agree, that's fine, just don't get ignorant...If you have something to say, say it. Just be open to a friendly debate....Happy reading!
Sagging: is a manner of wearing trousers (slacks, shorts, pants or jeans) below the waist, hanging below the waist area and therefore revealing much of the underwear. Sagging is predominantly a male fashion.
I know you have all seen the saggin' of the pants while out and about your business in public. Shoot! you might be the offender. The most disturbing ones (for me at least) are the guys who wear "Skinny" Jeans and then sag those 0.o =/ REALLY?!
Am I the only one who thinks this is just the DUMBEST fad, fashion blunder out there? Lets see where this fashion trend originated from shall we....
...Sagging pants origin can be traced to the American prison inmates who wore loose fitting prison uniforms without a belt. In those days, belts were popular weapons used by the inmates in prison, either to commit suicide or murder others by hanging or strangling them. Same was the case with shoe strings, and hence both these objects were banned in prison. (http://www.buzzle.com/articles/sagging-pants-history.html)
I might be a prude, or just getting old....but I honestly DO NOT want to see any ones underwear while I'm at Wal-Mart, Target, K-Mart, The Mall (get my point?) I have always said this...."If you wanna show your underwear so bad, why not just leave your house in your boxers? Why wear pants at all? I'm just saying....And the saggin' "Skinny" jeans thing! WTH is really going on? Biggest offender in my eyes, making this a fashion MESS is Lil Wayne!
It's not cute, it's not GANGSTA....It's just plain looks DUMB!!!! I honestly think there should be a sagging pants law should be in effect EVERYWHERE!!!! You get caught wearing saggin' pants, you get fined. Simple as that. You get caught again, you get fined double....That's just me. I just can't stand to see a good looking dude, and then I see his underwear. Kills it for me INSTANTLY!!! I just don't understand why men, and young boys can't wear there pants where they are meant to be worn.
FYI: Wearing your jeans, shorts, khakis (Yes, I said Khakis) below your ass, does not (in my eyes at least) make you look more "Manly", "Gangsta", or "Attractive". It makes me want to run behind every single one of them and pull their DAMN PANTS UP! My face scrounges up immediately, as soon as I see a guy or a group of guys walking around, or should I say "waddling" around (looking like a bunch of freakin' penguins) because their pants are just way below their asses. Makes me wonder if they will ever just break out into song and dance like in Happy Feet....All I can do is SMDH! It's just so annoying!
Oh, and if you are 30-something year old man still saggin' your damn pants....Step your damn game up! I have seen some fools just look straight up STUPID!
Does anyone have any insight on the matter? Anything at all. You don't have to agree with me, and I don't have to agree with you. But maybe we can understand each other.
What are your guy's feeling on this matter? I'm open to a friend debate.
Sagging: is a manner of wearing trousers (slacks, shorts, pants or jeans) below the waist, hanging below the waist area and therefore revealing much of the underwear. Sagging is predominantly a male fashion.
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| The first one, really doesn't bother me, but the second and third one are just RIDICULOUS! |
Am I the only one who thinks this is just the DUMBEST fad, fashion blunder out there? Lets see where this fashion trend originated from shall we....
...Sagging pants origin can be traced to the American prison inmates who wore loose fitting prison uniforms without a belt. In those days, belts were popular weapons used by the inmates in prison, either to commit suicide or murder others by hanging or strangling them. Same was the case with shoe strings, and hence both these objects were banned in prison. (http://www.buzzle.com/articles/sagging-pants-history.html)
I might be a prude, or just getting old....but I honestly DO NOT want to see any ones underwear while I'm at Wal-Mart, Target, K-Mart, The Mall (get my point?) I have always said this...."If you wanna show your underwear so bad, why not just leave your house in your boxers? Why wear pants at all? I'm just saying....And the saggin' "Skinny" jeans thing! WTH is really going on? Biggest offender in my eyes, making this a fashion MESS is Lil Wayne!
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I guess it's just me.... |
FYI: Wearing your jeans, shorts, khakis (Yes, I said Khakis) below your ass, does not (in my eyes at least) make you look more "Manly", "Gangsta", or "Attractive". It makes me want to run behind every single one of them and pull their DAMN PANTS UP! My face scrounges up immediately, as soon as I see a guy or a group of guys walking around, or should I say "waddling" around (looking like a bunch of freakin' penguins) because their pants are just way below their asses. Makes me wonder if they will ever just break out into song and dance like in Happy Feet....All I can do is SMDH! It's just so annoying!
Oh, and if you are 30-something year old man still saggin' your damn pants....Step your damn game up! I have seen some fools just look straight up STUPID!
Does anyone have any insight on the matter? Anything at all. You don't have to agree with me, and I don't have to agree with you. But maybe we can understand each other.
What are your guy's feeling on this matter? I'm open to a friend debate.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Horror movies, and the stupidity that happens within them
The story line:
"Officially, Apollo 17, launched December 17th, 1972 was the last manned mission to the moon. But a year later, in December of 1973, two American astronauts were sent on a secret mission to the moon funded by the US Department of Defense. What you are about to see is the actual footage which the astronauts captured on that mission. While NASA denies its authenticity, others say it's the real reason we'’ve never gone back to the moon."
I have to admit, the movie was a tad bit slow at the beginning. We met the three main characters, and a brief story about each of them. Blah, blah, blah....I'm sitting here trying not to yawn out of BOREDOM!!!!!
They head out to space, and we see what they were sent out to do (even though, THEY, themselves don't REALLY understand why they are doing it) It's pretty confusing. They walk the moon collecting rocks yada, yada, yada...Then one of them stumbles on to a set a "Boot prints" that don't make sense. They follow the tracks and find another space pod (Russian) we can tell that something really wrong happened there (blood everywhere, but we can't tell what or who did the damage.
Here's where I have a problem people...Guess what these two knuckle fucks do (Don't worry, I'll wait) Yeah you guys guessed it, these two "Butt Nuggets" go looking for an explanation. While watching the movie, I said out loud "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!! IF THESE TWO IDIOTS WERE BLACK, THEY WOULD HAVE SAID FUCK THIS SHIT! I'M GOING HOME! NASA COULD KISS MY ASS!!!!!"
It's like all the other horror movies out there ie: Scream 1-4, Friday the 13th (all of them), Nightmare on Elm Street (all of them) just to name a few Even though the Black, Hispanic, or Asian person were killed off first I can bet money they weren't the one looking to figure out what that creepy noise coming from the closet was, or the one who falls in the middle of a chase, or the dumb blonde that goes upstairs into the house verses going through the front door into the crowded street!
Anyway, back to Apollo....These numb nuts run into some creepy and gruesome stuff (I won't lie, I jump a few times...LOL!) One of the two get infected (with what we, the audience, could only imagine it being some kind of alien) with something, and the other one is desperately trying to help his friend. I won't say more about the movie because that would mean I would have to give it away....All in all, a slow start, but it gets better towards the middle.
If you were put into a situation where you heard something funny, or so=aw something funny from the corner of your eye. Would you be the one to go check it out, or would you be the smart person and get the fuck out and dodge? I know I would....
I recommend watching this movie, it is pretty good....It gets a few jumps out of you, but it also makes you think....Is this the REAL reason we haven't been back to the moon?
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Adventurous ME!
So, as I told you guys before, the McCord Family is in Minneapolis, MN for Christmas (The husbands fam lives here). Anyway, the next day after we get here (Christmas Eve, today) we go to the Mall of America. The only part I actually look forward to. We shop some, then we go eat (Dick's Last Resort) great place to go with a group of people, REALLY fun =) Then after that, I decided I wanted to be a bit daring. I was going to get my tongue pierced. As I said this out loud, my husband looked at me like I was crazy. I said, "Yep! I'm gonna do it." All he kept saying to me was "I'm gonna laugh at you when you start sounding like...Thith Thucks."
So we walk into the piercing place, and I pick out the tongue ring (a deep purple rod), read & signed some papers,and headed to the back where the piercing was gonna take place.
I sit on the bed that's back there, and I start asking the girl questions...Stuff that I was curious about, and more to keep my nerves down. The girl hands me a small cup with some mouth wash, I spit that out. Then she asks me to stick my tongue out as far as I can, I do. She hands me some hand towels, in case I drool, and with the other paper towel she wipes my tongue off. She gets a set of tongs with holes in it to let the needle thru. She presses on the tongs pretty hard. Then she tells me, "Take a deep breathe, I do. Then she says "let all the breathe out, now." I do as I am told, and just as I let the air out, the needle goes thru my poor tongue. I'm not gonna lie, I let out a little yelp. But, I didn't cry like my husband thought i was gonna do. I might be a punk, but I'm not that big of a punk...SHEESH!
I didn't cry, and I got a new piece of hardware...LOL! I wont be able to talk right for about a week (I hope) and I wont be able to drink alcohol for 72 hours, but I at least got something I always said I wanted to get.
This is gonna suck though, I'm starting to feel this thing...
So we walk into the piercing place, and I pick out the tongue ring (a deep purple rod), read & signed some papers,and headed to the back where the piercing was gonna take place.
I sit on the bed that's back there, and I start asking the girl questions...Stuff that I was curious about, and more to keep my nerves down. The girl hands me a small cup with some mouth wash, I spit that out. Then she asks me to stick my tongue out as far as I can, I do. She hands me some hand towels, in case I drool, and with the other paper towel she wipes my tongue off. She gets a set of tongs with holes in it to let the needle thru. She presses on the tongs pretty hard. Then she tells me, "Take a deep breathe, I do. Then she says "let all the breathe out, now." I do as I am told, and just as I let the air out, the needle goes thru my poor tongue. I'm not gonna lie, I let out a little yelp. But, I didn't cry like my husband thought i was gonna do. I might be a punk, but I'm not that big of a punk...SHEESH!
I didn't cry, and I got a new piece of hardware...LOL! I wont be able to talk right for about a week (I hope) and I wont be able to drink alcohol for 72 hours, but I at least got something I always said I wanted to get.
This is gonna suck though, I'm starting to feel this thing...
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