Why are people so effin' crazy??!!?? And why are all the effin' crazy people related to me?!?
There is nothing I hate worse in the world than a deadbeat parent; yet, my family tree is full of them. And they just keep fornicating and procreating like it's nobody's business only to have more effin' kids with effin' loser parents and no chance in the world of ever becoming "normal" effin' people!!!
Deadbeat parents are not the only pet-peeves that seem to flourish among our branches. How about refusing to be accountable or responsible for one's own action? Even worse, what about playing the victim where everyone else is to blame for what happens? The old "Yes, I did it, but it's her fault" syndrome. I just want to rip out someone's eyeballs when I hear shit like that.
Yes, Officer. I did drive through the red light, but it was the car in front of mine's fault. If she would have been a little faster, I could have gotten through the intersection on yellow.
Blah, blah, blah. Well, if my aunt had a penis, she'd be my uncle! And if Jesus Christ himself were hear, He'd strike your ass down with a bolt of lightning!
Life is what it is. Accept it and try to make the best of it. Do right by the people in your life. If you have a family, take care of them. News flash... Life is not about YOU! Hello?!?! Heard of Sodom and Gomorrah? I repeat. This life AIN'T about YOU!
When you bring kids into the world, you better make damn sure that you put their needs and best interest FIRST. A real parent sticks out the tough times for those kids. When money is tight and things are hard, a real parent works 2 or 3 or even 4 jobs to provide for those kids. Food and diapers come before BEER and smokes. We'd all love to live on the beach with the sand between our toes and the wind in our hair and not a care in the world. And one day, that just might be possible. But for now, there's a mortgage to be paid, kids to feed, and a family to keep whole.
Marriage is hard. Parenting is even harder.
Love is not that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That's called I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off-and-knock-some-boots!!!
Love is holding your hand as you bury your parent. And paying for the burial without so much as a single word about it. Love is cleaning the toilets and bathing the kids at night while your partner cooks dinner and washes clothes. Love is leaving work to deliver lunch money. Love is family game night and late night tippy toes into your bedroom. Love sees beauty through love handles, cellulite, and wrinkles.
Love is also admitting when you're wrong and saying you're sorry. Love is not giving up when you really, really want to. Love doesn't run away. Love is mature and responsible and sometimes a little boring.
Love is not a feeling; it's a damn commitment. A commitment to do right. For better or worse. Sicker or poorer. Married or not, if you have kids the same rules apply and should be bound by law. You play house and bring kids into the world, you gotta play by house rules.
Boring is good. Normal and drama-free is good.
If you are reading this and you are related to me, this may be hurtful. For that, I'm sorry. Honestly. But sometimes the damn truth has to be told and sometimes it hurts like hell! How about you straighten your asses up?!?! Maybe then I'd keep my two cents to myself. But when you act like idiots and perpetuate your idiocy with more ignorant behavior, I just can't take it! I swear if we weren't kin, I'd delete you from my cell phone.
Ya gotta grow up. It's an unfortunate side effect of the aging process.
Now, put on your big girl panties or your big boy drawers, and fix. Your. SHIT! It damn sure ain't going away just because you run away.
And people wonder why I live in Boringsville, USA, six hours away from my relatives...
