Category Archives: Rants

When Did Support Die?– Guest Post by Christine

As part of my Enchanted Summer Games, I gave the participants a chance to do a guest post on either one of my blogs. I’m happy to post the first entry now. It comes from a woman who I interact with on Twitter. We connected because of a mutual admiration of, The Great One, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. She and her young daughter have been participating in my games daily. We’ve come to find out we have a hell of a lot of things in common. I’m enjoying getting to know her and her beautiful family. This is the reason I cooked up these games. It warms my heart when she tells me that competing in the games has brought her closer to her daughter through the friendly rivalry going on and time spent playing the games.  The participants were told that they could write about any topic they wanted. Yet this woman chose to make her blog post about me! She suffers with a medical condition and is a mother of two! And she finds time to show support for little old me. That’s something I take note of and will never forget. Now on to her post. 

When Did Support Die? by Christine

I joined Twitter ~3yrs. ago, all be it to follow Dwayne “Rock” Johnson, an to my surprise met quite a lot of people who took the same interest as me, not just “Rock” related ,but wrestling and reading. Through the years I have gained n lost a few followers, but “the best ones” Thank God have stayed around. I am ,with my daughter Bethany, playing a game hosted by a GR8 better known Friend May Torres. She has written a book called Enchanted Island (which I am enjoying reading) an has come up with #EnchantedGames to allow her followers an friends to get to know her n each other better. It pisses me off with all the people on her list and mine that a handful play along. I ask WHY? ..The events are fun an the questions an tasks allow her to know you better and vice versa. It doesn’t take up all your time(as I am a Mom of 2 n go to rehab for my bone disease everyday).I am having a great time playing game n meeting new people but most of all learning MORE about May who I have been following for so long. I do understand that everyone’s life is busy, but 10 minutes of your day isn’t a lot to get to know more about your “friend” an give her support. Who knows one day you may need support an “word of mouth” to get your projects n dreams off the ground, yet your past actions might make it that much more TOUGHER. So I say Where is the support an not just pertaining to this but in life in general ?

**This is the daily post I mentioned above regarding the task of guest blogging today**

I Wish It Wasn’t So Easy For Me to Lose It


It has  been nearly two months since I last blogged. I don’t really have a good reason for staying away so long. I just sort of took a break from everything and did absolutely nothing. I think maybe it’s a case of burn out. Everything  became too much. I have this blog, multiple social networking pages, and am attempting to  write a second novel. Add a hectic everyday life and there you have it, burn out. My mind is nothing but mush. I’ve also embarked on a very unsuccessful weight loss journey. I have been working my ass off with no results. So I’m frustrated, at the moment, to say the least. I also started a new blog to chronicle my journey to Wrestlemania, the Superbowl of World Wrestling Entertainment. It’s a gift to myself for making it to my 4oth birthday next year.

I feel like I’m busy, busy, busy, but getting nowhere. I feel like I’m in a rut. Not much is going on with my book and writing in general. Very few seem to be interested and it feels like all my hard-work was for nothing.  Yeah, I feel that I accomplished something, so that’s a tiny success in itself. I suppose I should look at the glass as half full. It’s been a little hard as of late.

I watch people who are decent struggle to make good things happen for themselves. While I see those who treat people like shit, get ahead in life. New houses, new cars, new lovers etc. It just doesn’t seem to make sense to me right now. So many of my friends are struggling and out of work, while some others just sit on their asses living off the backs of their fellow humans. Why is this okay? Liars, cheats and low-down dirty people making it big. There must be something I’m missing. Sure the grass is not always greener, but damn it sure feels like it. I still question when my grass is going to be greener. I, by no means, am at rock-bottom, but I sure would like to be in a better place. Better than those who go after things in an under-handed way. That’s all.

So here I am, once again, trying to find that positive spirit. I wish it wasn’t so easy for me to lose it.

Puff, puff, give.

Marijuana Vs. Alcohol

So… now that the April 20 hooplah is over, I’d like to offer my two cents.  Okay, you got me, this is going to be a rant.  Maybe not so much  a rant, but a begging to be enlightened. I’m having a very difficult time understanding how people who love to celebrate every holiday, special occasion, milestone, and everything in between, with a drink, can sit on their moral high-horse about weed smokers. Is it because marijuana is illegal? Is that why the taboo is there? Let’s pretend for a moment that it suddenly became legal to smoke pot. Will the stigma then be removed? Somehow I have my doubts.

While I’m not necessarily advocating weed or alcohol, I don’t object to an occasional drink or bong hit. I personally feel how one of my favorite movie characters, Dr. Evil describes his son, Scott ” Well it’s true! It’s true! You’re semi-evil. You’re quasi-evil. You’re the margarine of evil. You’re the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie, not evil enough” In regards to Marijuana, of course. Out of all the drugs to be illegal and have a stigma attached to it, weed is, to me, the Diet Coke of them all. Yet, I saw numerous people judging the “stoners” for celebrating 420. “Why do they need a day to celebrate smoking Marijuana, that’s so stupid?” We have days to celebrate all kinds of things. Many people abstain from celebrating such days like Valentine’s day. We should celebrate love all year and not on that one specific day, they say. It’s their choice not to join in on the festivities. Just the same as 420. If you’re not a pot smoker, great. But leave the people to have their one day. I’m sure those who complain, celebrate in something or another, that others see no point in. Just shut up and carry on about your day. Always something to say and judge others about. Sheesh it annoys me. (Ha! maybe I’m judging too 😉 )

I could see if celebrating 420 was an imminent threat to society. Chances of problems or dangers occurring on that day, from excessive weed smoking are slim. Compare a group of people who celebrated with too much weed to people who indulged in too much alcohol. See what you get. With one group you’ll just be in danger of your pantry being raided. A host of other problems with the other.  A majority of people will think nothing of the countless people at bars and clubs, whose goal is to get wasted and possibly have mindless sex with some random person. That’s what some might call a good night.

Alcohol seems to be synonymous with celebrating. Or what about being stressed out? “I need a drink.” Too wound up “I’ll have a glass of wine to relax.” Champagne toasts, drinks to break the ice on a first date, you name it, there’s a reason to drink to it. Hey, I don’t mind. So how come those same people who love to indulge in the alcohol, get so worked up over some person or a group of people sparking up a joint? Hypocrite much? I think that’s what rubs me the wrong way. It’s the fact that people judge and don’t take time out to really look at themselves. The same people, I know personally, were talking shit about celebrating 420, and I know for a fact that they go out to the club and purposely get shit-faced and call it a good time. These are the same people who I’ve partied with before. Downing shots of heaven knows what. They feel that a party is not a party without consuming large amounts of alcohol. It’s almost like a badge of honor. They’ll even go as far as to ridicule a person who may not be able to hang. Labeling them a light-weight.

Again, is it purely the question of legality here? Both alcohol and weed alter your state. Why is one more acceptable? This is a sincere attempt to understand. So if anyone can aid me here, I’d really appreciate it. It may seem like I’m fighting to defend my raging weed smoking habit, that’s really not it. I won’t lie and say that I never tried it. But I’m far from being considered a weed smoker. I will say, out of the times I’ve tried it, I preferred it to drinking alcohol. No throwing up from too much of it, no hangover, no sloppy drunkenness. So until someone can get me to understand why there’s a stigma attached to MaryJane, I’ll say puff, puff, give.

Just For Today

Everyone is entitled to a bitch and moan day. That’s okay right? Well, today is mine. Hopefully, tomorrow won’t be the same. I keep seeing this quote online, “Depression is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign that you have been strong for too long.” by Author Unknown. Today, I feel like I’ve been strong for too long. Before I go on, I have to say that I’m normally not what the kids call a “hater.”  I actually take joy in the success of people around me. Often times, I’m helping others more than I help myself. Just for today, I can’t help but ask, why them and not me?

By them, I mean people I know who have been grimy. A dead-beat dad who’s chosen to be estranged from my children.  Lying, cheating ex-boyfriends. Shady family members who have stolen from me.  How do their dreams come true before mine? I’m the parent who chose to stay and raise my children. I was the ever faithful partner in all of my relationships. Family, that’s sacred to me. I would never intentionally hurt my own flesh and blood.

So, I’m left wondering how the dead-beat dad has a lovely wife, other children, and a home in Florida. With a pool no less. An ex-fiancée finally purchasing a home. This, after he messed up our plans. Two weeks from closing on a home we were supposed to purchase, he’s caught being unfaithful.  Yet I get turned down for a home loan on a stupid technicality. It makes no sense to me. Just for today…

I realize that there are people worse off.. Given the recent tragedies in the world, I should be thanking my lucky stars. Normally, I do.  It may not seem like it, but I do believe in the law of Karma. I have a firm grasp of the “grass is not always greener” notion.  Yet, here I am whining and complaining. Luckily, it’s just for today.

Where Do We Draw The Line?

I work from home, so I spend a considerable amount of time on the internet. I search the web for tips on improving my life, both, personally and professionally. Therefore, I participate on the popular networking sites such as, Facebook and Twitter. I have an account for each of the aforementioned areas of my life. I do love the idea of being able to stay in touch with family and friends alike, who I don’t see very often. I interact with long-lost high school classmates and even old crushes. It sounds like such a great deal, on paper. It really should be, but there is one thing that just ruins it for me. Drama! Why on Earth do people, in their infinite wisdom, air their dirty laundry on Facebook? Who the hell wants to know that you’re having a spat with your significant other. Even worse, having that spat played out on status updates!  Can we say awkward! Apparently, not awkward enough for the individuals involved. I’ve had friends update me about their girlfriends passing gas, sex habits, how they like sex,how they are just about to go have sex,  how they just finished having sex, public disputes with a lover, how their lover doesn’t appreciate them because they didn’t text them, how much they hate their lives, etc. Everything I just mentioned is on any given day. Yes, I’ve accepted friend requests from these people. I had no idea what I was accepting. Am I wrong in thinking this is just too much? Should I be accepting everyone’s right to express themselves freely?  Where do we draw the line?

For Goodness Sake, Shut Up!

I’m going to make this blog entry like me, short and sweet. (Really,  I am…sweet) I’m so tired of people publicly, doling out advice and appearing to be so enlightened, when I know for a fact they are so full of shit. Liars, cheats, people who don’t know the meaning of reciprocity or loyalty, telling others to cherish friends and what not.  Hypocrite much? For goodness sake, shut up!

Sometimes, Life Hands Out “No’s”

I am a mother of two children, well, they’re not exactly children anymore. My son will turn 18 in November and my daughter just had her 16th birthday. I work with children, as I run a daycare. I have to say, I am scared for our future. I think every generation probably says the same thing, but wow! I used to live in New York City, now I live upstate in the country. You hear such nonsense about city folks. They’re rude, they don’t care about anything, they’re always on the go, live a fast life, etc. There’s the tough, inner city kid, stereotype all over movies and television. New Yorkers are depicted as wise-talking, hardcore, people. While you might find people fitting this description, as with anything, it’s a generalization. All this to say, I have lived in the inner city and now in the suburbs, and I have never seen such rotten children as I have upstate. What is it about getting out of the city limits that has kids acting a fool? Is it sheer boredom? It’s not to say that kids in the city are not unruly. It’s a different kind of craziness.  I used to watch the show Super Nanny, and think that those kids were just acting up for the camera, maybe prompted to do certain things for shock value. Well, let me tell you. Those kids with that kind of behavior exist. They exist up here in the suburbs. When I was a kid, if I ever dared to raise my hand at my mother, I’d probably not be able to use that hand for a few days.  Curse at my mother? Yeah, if I didn’t care to have teeth. I raised my kids with the same type of mentality. There was no way they would ever speak out of turn with me. I never really had to get spanked to know that my mother was not playing games with me. My kids turned out the same way. That’s not what I see happening with my daycare kids.  I don’t know if the parents are too tired, or if society has given all the power to the children. It’s like parents are afraid to say “No” to their children. Then when these same children go out into the world they don’t deal well with rejection or play nice in society. I understand that there needs to be certain rules in effect to protect children, but I think we went too far. That’s just my humble opinion. Right or wrong, my mother’s method worked with me. When my mother said something, I did not question her or even protest. I knew there would be a consequence, whether it was a punishment or a smack to the bottom. I swat my children on the hand or the bottom at times. But mostly I didn’t have to because they knew I was serious. I was consistent with them. I didn’t hand out a bunch of empty threats. There was no arguing back and forth with them. I did not let them have their way when it got too difficult.  It worked out well because my kids are great people. They know right from wrong, and they know that sometimes  life  hands out “No’s”