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I Smacked Nicky!

Oh I haven't smacked anyone yet. I've been locked in on Accuradio for a while and this song by J-Kwon was on, where he keeps saying: I smacked Nicky! (Watch/Listen here)

And yes, this post is totally unrelated to the title.

Or maybe not. I've been wanting to smack someone hard on her face for a while now. Someone who's traipsing on thin ice where my hospitality and kindness are concerned. I can tolerate careless attitude to a certain extent. But please oh please do not overdo it.

Who said social graces come as a part of the whole I-was-born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-my-mouth package? It's so not true.

Sometimes, I question my own sanity and common sense. Just because others can't maintain a minimum sense of decorum!

I'm not a perfect woman but when I'm a guest in someone's else dwelling, I make sure I be on my best behavior! Taking my irascibleness (I won't even look it up because I'm annoyed) into consideration, writing down a set of house rules and frame it by the door sounds better and better by each passing minute. I shouldn't be keeping my temper in check while I'm in my own house. I certainly wouldn't!

And leave your shoes/slippers out!

I would like to keep going on about how one's discourtesy can antagonise me to the point that I, in turn, forget my own manners and all the diplomacy I managed to acquire in my 20 and odd years fly through the window, and lose my cool; it's best I put a lid on it for tonight.

While we're still on the topic of etiquette, is it better to serve a guest food or tell him/her to "help yourself"?

Personally I wouldn't mind the latter.

Share your thoughts?!

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Foto Friday - Balcony Breakfast

That's my usual spot during the day...but this morning I thought I'd have breakfast outside and enjoy the good weather at the same time...

The picture was taken from my BerryBerry! Quality is not that good but still it serves its purpose...what say you?

P.S: Just in case you're wondering...that's crackers on the plate...felt like having a light breakfast in the company of hubby who, you can see behind the laptop, reading his newspapers... :)

Wednesday Emails - Never Argue With A Woman

Have you noticed the trends in the Blogosphere? Foto Fridays? TMI Thurdays? Wordless Wednesdays? What-if Wednesdays? There are many more but I'm quite familiar with the ones I mentioned above.

And this morning, I came up with one trend of my own making!

Wednesday Emails!

It doesn't rhyme but if you've been reading my previous blog, then you'll know I used to post emails I received from my mother (Oh yes she's a forward-emails-fanatic!) and cousins.

So why don't I have my own Email Series? So Wednesday Emails it will be!

Please note that some mails that I'll post may be familiar to you - either you've read it before or it's an 'old one'. So I request of you to be polite and considerate! :)

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, his wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'

'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')

'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her.

'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.'

'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'

'For reading a book,' she replies.

'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her again.

'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.'

'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'

'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with Sexual assault,' says the woman.

'But I haven't even touched you,' says the game warden.

'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'

'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

Old Habits Died And Came Back...

In my childhood, during summer vacations, I'd always looked forward to taking naps during the day. Computers, video games and other digital what-nots did not feature in my holidays-to-do-list back then. An acute memory, which happened many a time, where my cousin would frown just because I sat down on her freshly-made-up bed. She would scowl and say, "Oh no you can't lie down because I just made up the bed..." I used to hate her for that. I so wanted to sleep!

Her bed always looked inviting. I've never felt beckoned by my own bed like hers did. But her mother believed in taking naps! After lunch, we would wash our feet before we were allowed to grab some z's. Oh yea! That was the highlight of my day.

Few years later, taking a nap became an important calling to my hectic life. But the heavy schedule I was maintaining gradually impinged on my oh-so-deserving siesta breaks. Until I couldn't think of sleeping during the day at all! It turned into disgust.

Now I scowl when someone would suggest grabbing a few winks in the middle of the day! My mind rejects it immediately. Like I would miss out on I-don't-know-what!

Since I've met hubby he insists on me having a rest if I'm home. I simply can't contemplate closing my eyes for even one goddamn minute. I need to know what he's doing, what he's up to, who he's talking to on the phone, what is he watching on the TV, if he's eating then what is he eating etc...

It worsened when we moved to the Caribbean. He, sometimes, begs me to have a snooze because, as he says, "You won't miss a thing, I'll be here when you wake up..."

I tried but then I get bouts of restlessness...

But I think his prayers will be answered soon...since this week-end gone, I'm feeling very sleepy...I still don't know why. Last night, sitting on the couch, I, accidentally, touched my breasts - in a non-sexual way you pervert! - and they felt heavy. For one minute I thought I was pregnant! Still I wasn't alarmed and discarded the thought right away.

This morning I found out why my breasts got swollen. Yes..zeeee time of the month...just when I was getting really excited to go to the beach...hmmpphhtt...

And I'm feeling so sleepy. Methinks the time has come to revert to my old routine...have catnaps while every one else is busting their ass off to make a lil piece of money...

Sucky Sucky Saturday

This morning I woke up, feeling rejuvenated and quite happy because as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought of tweaking my blog layout. (I know! It’s like an obsession. Grr..) Anyway, by the time I finished my breakfast the lights on the modem disappeared! Only two lights were – still are – blinking!

So I was like, “Okay I’ll wait till it comes back because we usually lose connection in bad weather. (Don’t ask me why!)”

It rained. Hard. Sun came out for a bit. Rained again. Sun pushed away the clouds. Still no connection!

I picked up a Harlequin book so that I don’t get swallowed up by a heck of boredom. I received four of them from my step mother in-law, plus 2 dresses, 1 body lotion, 1 perfume and goodies. Yay! I finished the book. Watched 2 movies on the laptop (TV cable is out too). And then I couldn’t bear the ‘silence’ (meaning I need to hear the clickety-clackety of my keyboard!) How sick is that?! Dang…I had to get off my lazy arse and plugged in my wireless modem to the modem in the main wing. The main wing is connected through a different internet service provider.

And here I am…writing this pathetic post….Mehhh…I’ll browse a bit till it’s time for me to step out! How’s – how was – your Saturday going?

Don't Blame Me Blame 'Em

Maybe you'd cuss me, call me names and even stop dropping by after you finish reading this but I have to let it out.

But wait...you noticed something?

Yes!! Music!

I know a lot of y'all don't really like blogs having music on auto play (press mute) but I'm going through a 'sega' phase right now...those of you who don't mind it then enjoy...

Well keep on reading...

So, the more blogs I read the more fashion bloggers I find.

Is it me or has there been an uprise in women who consider themselves as fashion experts and dedicate their blog to a whole array of fashion tips, celebs wearing what for this and that event, poses with their new clothes on, their thoughts on X's dress or Y's shoes...

Please spare me!

I know what you're saying! If you don't like it then move on...don't read it...

However, a few among the fashionista wanna-bes actually got the flair for fashion...and for someone (like me) who can do with a few tips on mixing and matching colors, going through all the matrons-who-believe-they-got-a-teeny-weeny-bit-of-fashion-sense blogs is a headache!

It feels like I'm rummaging through the litter bin, full of stinky diapers, 2-day old spoiled rice and rotten bananas, for a box of cigarettes I threw away by mistake. Oh yea!

So please tell me what's going on...someone??....anyone...??

P.S: Remember my cousin came to visit me yesterday? Well she did and spent the night over by me, with her daughter and new-born son. As much as I was dreading it, everything went smoothly and we had a ball. She left for home this afternoon and I was so sad to see her leave...but all's good...I'm happy! :)

And Just Like That...

Many a times I've complained to hubby that I feel lonely during the day while he's out making the dough. Like I don't have friends. I don't want friends. But once in a while I just want someone who I can talk to. Have a girl-to-girl chat.

The other days, I'm so happy to be on my own. I love my own company. I've been a loner even though you'd see me laugh, shout, scream, tease, and talk loud when I'm in good company. Yesterday we had friends over, from morning till night. We cooked, cleaned, ate, played Scrabble, played with the kids, prattled, looked at naked girls pictures, did some more gossiping and then it was time to go to bed. Everybody had fun but was tired at the end of the evening.

So today I was looking forward to some me-time when my phone rang. My cousin had a fight with her husband and she wants to come over. She just had a baby and looking after 2 kids is proving to be quite a task. Her exhaustion coupled with post-natal frustration landed her into a big fight. So I invited her to come spend the day with me. And if she wishes, she can even spend the night. We got more than enough rooms and she can take a break while I look after the kids.

Usually it's not a daunting thought but today I'm dreading it...I'm not good at consoling others. Especially women. And today, of all the days, I so wanted to be alone or just spend some quality time with hubby.

Uggh...I'm so selfish...

Well I better straighten up before hubby picks her up...

One thing I can look forward to is to take care of the baby...:)

Google Wave Invites

Hi readers!

I have 5 Google Wave invites to give away.

If you're interested in having one then please leave your email in the comments box.

Thank you!

Have You Ever...?

Today I caught myself doing something that made me pause and think.

I haven't been thinking much lately. And that thing I did got me on a roll.

A few questions popped into my head and I saved them (mental notes) to ask hubby later. After I done ask y'all. :)

So have you ever...

1. Tried to chew something, anything, while looking on your right or left? Like turn your head till your chin touches your shoulder and chew and then swallow?

I was having my lunch when I idly turned my head to my right at an angle of 45 degrees and I almost choked!

2. Picked something you dropped on the floor and eat it?

Well yes it is disgusting but I couldn't resist picking up the teeny weeny bit of icing of my Kiss Cake which fell to the floor!

3. Stolen anything from a shop? Like a chewing gum or anything at all?

I stole a few books (Romance) from my local library in my college days. I was buying some and sneaking a few in my bag. I don't regret it. It was fun. *boo*

4. Spoiled your sibling's clothes so that you can call it your own? Because of course, your sibling will hand you over whatever of his/hers you've messed up...right?

I came very, very close of washing my sister's green Kapri with clothes whose colors run. She used to fuss a lot and wouldn't lend me her clothes!

5. Pissed by the side of other people's car in a parking lot at nighttime? Go as far away as you could from your own car to wash down their wheels with your urine?

I've shamelessly done that a couple of times! I prefer parking lots or any vague and isolate spot to public toilets. Public toilets suck!

6. Spit in someone's drink? Out of annoyance or exasperation?

I knew someone who did it once. The only time I did it wasn't because I was antagonised. I did it out of fun. I spit in hubby's drink and told him to 'drink up if you love me'. LOL He immediately gulped the liquid down. Awww..

7. Farted in company?

It happened to me but thank god it was a tiny one. And silent too. One of my relatives openly cracks winds. Whether there's people around or he's just having a conversation. He lets it rip!!! And keeps on chatting to you. Yikes!

If more nasty thoughts come across I'll post it! LOL

I want to hear your answers! Type away...

Dear You Who I've Loved And Lost

Inspired by Faith and Azra's posts I decided to write a letter to someone in my past.

Dear V,
It's always hard to start a letter, especially to someone who once meant something. You meant something to me. You were my first love. But not the last. I didn't know it then. I thought the world of you. I thought there was nothing or no one past you. The love we had for each other was crazy. The memories, the times spent together, the kisses, the cuddles, the hugs, the whispers...

We've loved with all the passion we could muster, haven't we?

So why do I feel, looking back, that you've played me? Did you mean all the words you once whispered in my ears? And what about that day you waited for me in the airport lounge? The flowers? What would you have said to me then? That you still loved me?

I haven't thought about you in a long time but it wasn't easy forgetting you. It hurt. Remembering. Wishing.

I have so many questions I want to ask you. But you know what? It doesn't matter anymore. The long hard years numbed the pain inside. Till it disappeared. All of it. Walking down memory lane I don't relate to the me then. The now me and the then me are so different. Part of me is glad. Glad that I didn't elope. Glad that I chose to leave you behind.

Today I thank god you didn't fight for us. Fight for our love. And I thank you too. Your weakness became my strength.

You've raised the bar for the other men in my life. For that, again, I thank you. Else, I wouldn't be married to someone who resisted the urge to take flight at the slightest display of opposition.

I thank you.

Sincerely,

No Longer Yours

Source: Photonet

Being Bored And All

This morning I started checking my blog list early as I'm waiting for Nymphont to help me out with the header of the template - yes she did an amazing job didn't she? Anyway, since I can't really tweak I was going through Evie's blog - do check it out! She has funny stories to tell and makes working in the ER sound so cool - when I chanced upon one of her readers' latest post.  

Blogging Personality - what is yours? Don't you want to find out?

I do and I did.  And I was pretty impressed by the quasi-accuracy of the test result.

Here's what it says:

Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant-Garde

You're a bit...unusual.  And so is your blog.

You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.

Completely uncensored, your blog tends to shock...even though that's not your intent.

You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.

If you're bored like me or love those test thingy then go here.

Now shoo! :)

Source: Verve Music Group

Updates

I'm changing template so please bear with me!

Nina Thank You!

Last week I was given an award on my anonymous blog.  As I'm no longer maintaining it I'm transferring the award over.

Check it out!

Thank you Nina!

Make sure you visit her blog.  She comes up with amazing blogging ideas and her posts are a delight to read.  So  please show some love to her.

One love...

A Panty Story

Granny pants, hipsters, thongs, boyshorts...

I've tried it all at some point or the other.  

My favourites are the boyshorts and thongs.  My panty collection started with regular panties, then moved on thongs and now it's boyshorts.  I've been buying them for over 3 years now.  I go nuts over the lacy ones.  So I bought a few.  Lacy and non-lacy ones.  I must say I prefer the non-lacy ones now.  Especially after I found out how unpleasant it can be to feel the lacy material between your crack! 

I never had any problem before.  My ass must be getting bigger or I'm just growing out of those lacy boys!  I caught myself many a time, in public places, wanting to just pull it out from my butt cheeks.  I have to call on hubby to help me out or just go to the toilet.  I just can't bring myself to do it in public, however subtle I think I can get.  It's rude! And not lady-like at all! And then someone is bound to catch you in the act...imagine the embarrassment!

However I don't encounter such 'predicament' when I'm wearing a fancy lacy thong!  I don't squirm and feel free like Superman! LOL

Today is the last day I'll be wearing any gauzy boyshort and will store them away.  From now on they'll be my 'emergency panties'... ;)

What's your panty story?

Things I Can't Live Without

Let's face it.  Many of us, when we write, we would like to be encouraged or applauded or even criticized, as long as we're, or rather, our writing is, being acknowledged.

Two days ago I chanced upon 20SB's Blogging Carnival: Can't live without.  I've also come across a few bloggers who already posted several paragraphs on this topic.  The deadline expired on the 4th of this month.

Initially, I told myself that I wouldn't participate because my inspiration comes and goes as it pleases.  I don't perform well when given specific tasks.  I'm wild like that.  But given that hubby is out with his boys and I'm alone at home, trying to watch Monk, I've decided to give it a try.  To write about the things I can't live without.  Not that the list is long.

The first thing that makes the top of the I-Can't-Live-Without list is my lappytoppy!  I had a Dell laptop and on the eve of my birthday hubby thought it'd be a good idea to vent his anger on my baby Dell.  I watched in horror as the screen came off its hinges.  Methinks my dismayed expression might have sobered hubby up pretty quickly.  He apologized and left home.  Less than an hour later he was back with a new laptop and apologized again.  He got me a Toshiba instead of a Macbook which was supposed to be my original birthday gift.  I managed to get a promise out of him not to ever touch my laptop if he's in a bad mood.  Or in any mood at that.  He knows better now.  My new Toshiba is now my other half! My prized possession which I guard jealously.  No one but me uses it. Simple.  Period.

On top of that I spend most of my days on the lappy!  And while I'm busy surfing, my phone which never leaves my side, is at arm's length.  Just in case it rings! Or my email notifications go off.  My phone is another extension of me.  Like how important it is to keep abreast with the latest updates from Twitter or Google Reader's RSS feed while I'm literally crapping out or simply waking up?

Shower comes after and then the next best thing I simply can't live without - Moisturizer cream! If it's not moisturized cream then I don't want it! Not any cream will do.  One thing I wouldn't mind spending pennies on. It's like milk to my tea.  A must.

My dependency on material things doesn't go any further.  I can live with the bare  minimum save for the aforementioned addictions.  Simple things pretty much keep me happy and satisfied.  Hardships I've gone through taught me that you came to this world naked and you'll leave it empty-headed.  I've hit rock-bottom once and there's no guarantee it won't happen again.  My current lifestyle allows me to enjoy all the comforts I could get for who knows what's in store for me tomorrow?

Today my gadgets and my cream are my best friends.  For how long?

Well until the next best thing comes along... :)

Wanted: Blackberry Jam!!

Today has been weird.  Emotionally at least.

The day is not over yet and my OCD-ism's been kicking up a fuss since this morning.  I woke up happy but very soon I started feeling disgruntled.  So much so that I cut my toe nails, took off the nail polish and started tweezing my eyebrows.  I usually get it done with hair removal cream.  And washed my hair again.  Last time I did was yesterday.  I feel good when I scrub away the grime and slime.  Just like plucking my eyebrows put me in a good mood.

For lunch - 40 mins ago, after 5pm - I had toasts and a cuppa.  While buttering the yummy toasts my mind wandered to the day I ate blackberry jam for the first time.  I was visiting my uncle in Wembley, London way back in 1995 and I remember him buying all kinda goodies 'for the kids'.  That memory is so fresh in my mind you'd think it happened yesterday!

The taste of the jam...the smell...how my palate rejected it at first and then warmed up to it...the slight tangy aftertaste that lingers....if my memory serves me correct, I haven't eaten blackberry jam after that holiday by my uncle's.  And today of all days, the taste of the jam is haunting me. The craving for jam is haunting me now.  Like pregnant women.

 I need jam else I'll die!

NaNoWriMo

Some of you already know about NaNoWriMo. If not click on the link.

A couple of weeks ago, Bruno kindly suggested that I take part of the worldwide event since he knows I like writing.  He also informed me about the 50,000-word limit.  My heart sank but I still signed up.  I was excited and couldn't wait for November 1st.  But lo! and behold, Nov 1st came and gone...I didn't even write a word.  My inspiration kinda deserted me.

Until today! I started a story but I don't think I'll be able to reach the 50,000-word limit. So I thought I'd publish it here and gauge some reaction.  (Read encouragement!) Now to see it through is another issue.  Hopefully my short (really short) will come to a graceful end...and not be discarded like an unwanted piece of garment.

So for starters, here's Chapter 1 (No title yet):

As I make my way up to the bar, self-doubt is plaguing my mind.

Should I be really here? Shouldn’t I instead be home, have a shower and read a book or something? Or even watch TV?

I know I cannot go to sleep with all the question marks bouncing off in my head.  Questions which would affect my life if I don’t find the right answers.  But what are the right answers? I need to find the right answers. 

Maybe a drink first…a small one…Maybe that will help.

Looking around the bar, it looks empty with a few chairs occupied by a couple of executives.  No one will harass me here.  I’ll take a corner seat where no one would even notice me.  After all, I’m not dressed to kill.  Not tonight.  The executives have their heads buried in some documents strewn all over their table.

“Hi there.  Can I help you ?”, a gentle voice asked. 

Gentle voice? He doesn’t look the type.  His rugged looks emphasised with a well-garnished beard, disshevelled hair almost touching the collar of his logoed shirt, blotchy eyes…

Oh my god! Where am I?

“Erm, Ma’am how can I help you?”

Well for starters, you can help me find the right answers…!

Out loud, I said, “Good evening, yes please.  A Vodka with bitter limes please.”

Was that a smirk or was it knowing look he shot at me? Hmmm, whatever…

“Right away, love.”

A shudder went through me. Oh please don’t call me love.  It brings unpleasant memories which I could do without tonight.  It reminds me of…Stop!

Just one drink...one drink is all I want...

And then later, I will deal with whatever needs to be dealt with…

Making my way to the seat I saw by the jukebox, my phone rings…

What do you think? Go on rain on my parade... :)

Curb Your Attitude Please

Opinionated,  stubborn, disobedient, cocky.

Those are some of the qualities you  better leave behind at home before you step into your workplace.  Whatever job it may be.

Granted, one or 10 times it'd go unnoticed.  But there's bound to be that one time when your (sucking) attitude will land you in a fix.  You may even get fired.  If I'm my own boss and having people working under my orders I wouldn't tolerate any of the above unwanted skills.

So today, the handyman who we have to take care of, well everything related to premises maintenance, walked off.  He didn't appreciate the way hubby talked to him.  Or rather, shouted at him.  Half-drunk and stinking of alcohol almost everyday and he is not grateful for still having a job.  Blame my father in-law.  He is such a generous man that he keeps on brushing aside the handyman's tantrums.  He believes that he would come around.  It's not the first time Mr. Handyman stomped off.  He always comes back though.  We are trying to, officially, put him on the company payroll and to later help him get a driving license.  (Yea well I need a chauffeur! LOL)

But the point I'm trying to make is: How can one be so ungrateful and yet wants to get paid month-end? How can one come to work with the stupid notion that the employers HAVE to tolerate one's stinking attitude?

Actually, he's not the only one who goes to work with a heavy shoulder.  In SVG, as I mentioned in my previous blog, customer service needs improvement.  Badly.  Most of the folks here hate working but want to collect wages.  Especially the barmaids.  They never greet you with a smile. Look at you with sullen eyes.  Shoulders drooping and inching slowly towards the counter they'll take your order with a what-the-fuck-do-you-want-now face.  Ever so ready to pounce upon you if you (men) as much as flirt with them.

I've had the misfortune to come across a lot of those types.

I get pissed off more than getting just pissed.  Drinking water or fruit juice seem to keep me from getting obscene.  And hubby too.  His calm words and his let-it-go stance.  Pffft.

One of these days I'll snap and give my two cents to every-fucking-deserving-body!

Then there's this guy we're helping by providing shelter and occasional meals.  Hubby found him a job, 6/7.  But of course he bails out on Saturdays because he doesn't like working on Saturdays.  Or something like that.  Some people don't want to work hard and expect everybody around to fall in with their schedule and temperaments! I could go on and on about this guy but it's not worth it.  I get more pissed.  Off.

Ungrateful.  Lazy.  Inconsiderate.  Arrogant.

Those are the qualities you need to ditch.

For good.

A Piece of Me...A November To Remember

Looks like a new trend has taken birth.  It all started by Toothfairy and followed by so many, including Angele and Azra.  I was kindly encouraged to jump in and have my lil say too.

Without much further ado here's a peek into my heart:

Source: Bring It On

I Like: Being called wifey, pumpkin, boobie.  Hubby comes up with cute (sometimes weird) names and I feel so loved! Also, I have a passion for words.  I guess the right word for that is logophile? Yes I am a logophile.  (There I said it!) I fall in love with words.  How crazy is that?

I Don't Like: Waking up early.  Being a control freak.  I finally admitted that I'm a control freak.  A few home truths brought to my attention yesterday whilst watching the movie The Ugly Truth. Gee it was enlightening.

I Want You To Know: I want to slap and jail the mothers who send their children to pageant shows.  For me it's the same as child prostitution.  The only difference is that the child's mother is the pimp!

I've Planned: To lose weight by Christmas 2009.  I started gym 2 weeks ago and am trying to include healthy food in my so-called diet.  To quit smoking.  Gradually.  Because I want to have a baby.

I Want To Say To Someone Special:  Sis, I miss you.  I regret the fights and ugly words.  I've always loved you.  Sorry for being a selfish sister.  Whatever happens you'll always be my sister and I'd do anything for you.  There are times when I hated you but the love I have for you can't be smothered for long.  For what it's worth I'd have liked things to be different between us.

Wow! The last one brought tears to me eyes.

Anyway, why don't you give a try? It's not that bad isn't it?

For more information on how to play the game visit Toothfairy's Blog.

What's The Big Deal?

Just finished watching The Ugly Truth. A nice movie.

One thing that cropped up in my mind was why do women shy away from revealing their age? I definitely do not find it preposterous to tell someone, especially to a man, how old am I?

What's the big deal?!

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Child Support

Today's society is bringing many children without the support of the father and/or the mother.   Would you agree with me if I say there's more single mothers than single fathers?

Well, it never crossed my mind before until today.  Someone I know was summoned to the Family Court where child support charges were settled between the parents of a child.  I know many of us women condemn men for neglecting their responsibilities.  Some of us, blind with resentment, often ignore the plea of the father.  Not all fathers want to be a part of the child's life.  But what about those who do want to be included? Why treat them bad? Why do we use the child to 'get back' at the father? Why can't we settle matters amongst ourselves? 

Source: The Predisastered Pages

That same person who went to court today was willing to contribute much more in the child's life but the legal guardian made things worse.  The mother admitted in other words, that she is not responsible for the child.  The legal guardian wants child support because things are tough.  The father offered to lessen the burden but out of bitterness (?), stupidity and greed, the child's keeper refused and stubbornly filed a case against the father to humiliate him.  

Cutting off your nose just to spite your face...how far will you go?

DISQUS

This is just a trial post to test the newly-added feature to my blog: DISQUS!