My Thoughts on Abortion

My mind is all over the place today...got an email from a friend and it got me to thinking...I'm not gonna disclose her business...but from the nature of the post, i'm sure you smart people will figure it out.

Now, that said, this topic has been debated hotly for the last 25+ years in this country..

I cannot understand how the government thinks that it should have the right to regulate a woman's body...now as a personal choice, abortion is not for me (been there, done that, not finna do it again), but i cannot tell another woman what the right choice would be for her, since i am not in her shoes or going to raise her child should she decide to keep it..

I talk to people all the time that are thinking about having an abortion...have had an abortion...couldn't fathom ever having an abortion....and I understand all of their points of view....what i don't understand (i know sum of ya'll out there are pro-life reading this blog soooo just hit the comments button and enlighten a feeble mind, will ya) Is how the people that are pro-life can sit there and tell a woman "yes have that baby" "its wrong to kill that baby" "you're a sinner and a terrible person for what you are about to do" .....Who died and made them God? Last time i checked...there was only one person that I had to answer to for the sins that i commit...and the pro-lifers weren't it....And another thing...how many of these "pro-lifers" have taken in and raised babies that would have otherwise been aborted? I don't know of ANY that have...i even tried to google it but...no results....so how is it that a person can tell you "have that baby" without knowing you, your situation, your financial means....

And what about the women that are raped and molested and become pregnant as a result? Can you imagine going through sumthin like that, only to find out that you are pregnant and then to be told that u didn't have a choice as to whether or not you could terminate that pregnancy?

Or the women, who for whatever reasons, pregnancy causes life-threatening risks....abort and live or carry your baby and die? Not a choice i wanna have to make for someone else...let alone myself...

And women that are carrying babies that are severely deformed or severely mentally retarded..I know that we all joke around about "short bus speshul" but I'm talkin' the ones that aren't even able to qualify for short bus status...babies that if born, only live hours or days and their short lives are filled with pain and the torture of the tubes lines and wires of the NICU (neonatal intensive care fa those that don't know)

These are all very personal choices that should be made by the person in the situation, not by a law or regulation that does not take into account the individual's personal situation...

Now, the other side of this is the women that use abortion as a form of birth control . I think that these women are despicable and that it is totally wrong and they should have their tubes tied...but @ the same time it's not my body or my choice....and like i said @ the beginning of this blog...I'm not raising their babies (my tax dollars might but shit i need my Friday nights free lmao)

You Are Not The Father!

I'm off work today...home and keeping a wary eye on this swine flu business...I'm a nurse, and virology has been an interest of mine for a long time...it amazes me the damage a microscopic organism can cause on the human body...we're built so weak it's scary sometimes...ugh...i'm digressing again..sorry..
Anyway, I can only take so many CNN loops, spongebob isn't on yet, and I'm channel surfing...have I mentioned I HATE daytime TV? What I saw reminded me of a blog i did a few years ago back when yahoo360 was hot, myspace was that new new, facebook was a gleam in a geek's eye, and tweets still meant birds outside your window...so here's the repost, and sadly it's still just as true...



Well damn....that's all I can say....just damn....BUT....I do have a few questions...cuz I'm not understanding.....perhaps I'm out of the loop...maybe I'm gettin old....who knows?

But fareal....why in dahell would you drag ya bidness all out on national TV??

AND (this shit here just floors me...I don't think I'll eva, eva, eva understand it...if ya'll do plz help a sista out aight) WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS FUKKERY WOULD YOU SIT UP THERE ON NATIONAL TELEVISION AND SAY THIS MAN IS YO BABY'S DADDY (damn I hate that term) WHEN YO ASS KNOW THERE'S THE EENSIEST CHANCE HE AIN'T..... and then these heffas sit there lookin all shockfaced and cryin and surprised...WTF......and the worst part is you know these wenches have been worryin the hell outta these men, their girlfriends (or wives or boyfriends or wateva), their mamas, friends and other various family....and why??? all over sum BS cuz he's not the daddy.....SMH

The only thing that makes me feel just a tad bit better is that there are almost as many white ppl on these type of shows as there are black....but still....damn....

That Chicken Foolishness...

I'm not going to post links to the videos, frankly I don't want anyone else to see them. Suffice it to say there was chicken on sale, some places didn't honor the sale, some places ran out, and black folk provided the train wreck type entertainment we're known for...lots of ebonics and neck rolls and statements that make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

I'm puzzled....there is no store bought, restaurant bought fried chicken better than my granny's!! The fried chicken at the Peachtree restaurant in KCMO is a close second to granny's, but granny is still and always will be champ. Since she's the one that taught me how to fry chicken, i can sizzle a mean bird myself. This lends me to wonder, didn't everybody's granny fry chicken and teach them? Do that many people's grannies not fry good chicken? Yea, yea, I know it's convienent to just pop by the drive thru and pick some up...but it's worse for us and not as good....aren't we smarter than that? Ugh...as usual...i digress...sorry

What puzzles me even more...is how we all decry being stereotyped, yet when situations like this arise, we fall for the foolishness every time!
Maybe this is my old school way of thinking...but I was raised not to act a fool in public unless physically threatened...I can't say I was always able to maintain that standard, but 97% of the time I'm on point. I'm sure SOME of these people, under normal circumstances, are perfectly rational people.
Another thing I'm puzzled by, and forgive me for being the eternal optimist, is how we can still act a fool like this knowing it's being recorded and the footage of you acting a fool is now available for all to witness. The closed-minded right wing white elitists see this and it fuels their fire against President Obama. Even if we don't agree with it, every black person in America is a representation of him to closed-minded white people..why have we not been inspired? Even if we disagree with him politically, his personal accomplishments and dedication to family should make us want to do better. Seriously...there's two wars, an economic crisis, possible pandemic, people are losing faith and killing themselves and others....and niggas actin' a fool over chicken is NEWS?!?! This CAN'T be life ya'll!

The Sad Passing Of Common Sense

Author Unknown...


We mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.

No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn; and, don’t give a trifling man money) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; men suing for alimony; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a man you’ve caught cheating multiple times, with no real job, different baby mamas and thousands of dollars behind in child support is never going to make a good husband…or as some like to say “you can’t turn a ho’ into a house-wife (or husband).

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his brother Mr. X Sr.; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him pass this on. If not join the majority and do nothing.

Texas Chili

Just something on a lighter note...I got this in an email years ago and it's still just as funny as the day I spit my sprite all over my screen! Ya'll enjoy!

Texas Chili

For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili cook-off about the time the rodeo comes to town. It takes up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome. The notes are from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:

"Recently, I was honoured to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili # 1 Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth, tomato flavour. Very mild.

Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
Chili # 2 Arthur's Afterburner Chili

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.

Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich manoeuvre. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Chili # 3 Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.

Judge # 2 -- A bean less chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.

Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all of the beer.

Chili # 4 Bubba's Black Magic

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.

Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb.
bitch is starting to look HOT-just like this nuclear waste I'm eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Chili # 5 Linda's Legal Lip Remover

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

Chili # 6 Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.

Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulphuric flames. I shit myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

Chili # 7 Susan's screaming Sensation Chili

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.

Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slides unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava like shit to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, its too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Chili #8 Tommy's Toe-Nail Curling Chili

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balance chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out, fell over, and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor dude. I wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?

Well, this is the inaugural post on my new blog...and as the title implies, there really isn't a set order to what I will blog about. Whatever's on my mind at the time...politics, relationships, sex, friendships...anything that comes to my mind and flows off my fingers is fair game. So sit back, strap in, and enjoy the ride!