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The TRUTH About Motherhood

Category: Personal

  • DON’T mess with Texas

    I’m sure you’ve all seen this video about the 13 year old boy,Isaiah Johnson, in Houston who was brutally beat down by his teacher, Sherri Davis. Jamie’s House Charter School, a school for students at risk where many of them have disciplinary problems, fired Davis, but Isaiah’s mother, Alesha Johnson, wants her put behind bars. I agree.

    Does anyone really think that her behavior is acceptable under the circumstances? Perhaps, if she feared for her life or that of the others in the class? Perhaps, if he were wielding a knife or gun? They say that the teacher unleashed the beating on the student when he provoked her by teasing an alleged mentally challenged student. Still, no excuse for this behavior. Reprimand him, send him to the principal to be properly addressed. My God, she BEAT a child. She physically and mercilessly laid hands on him, repeatedly.

    If a parent beat a child they’d be brought up on charges. At the very least shouldn’t this woman be locked up somewhere? I can tell you that if a teacher beat my child like this, I’d find her and exact the same punishment that she had exacted on my child. A teacher is supposed to be a trusted individual that you leave your child with for the day to expand their intellectual boundaries that does not give them cart blanch to discipline a child in such an extreme manner.

    I don’t believe in corporal punishment at all and I surely don’t think that a teacher has the right to lay hands on a child.I thought sending a child to the principal’s office for a swat was barbaric back when I was a child. This…well,this is something quite different.My hopes are that with all this media attention, Ms. Davis will be brought up and charged and have her teachers license revoked. I think she is a menace to society and has no business around children.

    Even worse so, there was reportedly other teachers witnessing the incident. Really, no one thought it was a good idea to intervene and stop this. It is also reported but not confirmed that students were threatened to not leak the footage by one of the adult witnesses.I think any parent whose child attends that school should take a closer look at what is going on in that place and the people running it.

  • MY First EVER….Throat Punch Thursday

    Throat Punch Thursday~ So, all week, I have been waiting for Throat Punch Thursday because, let’s face it, I’ve had a crappy week and I had a ton of shit to complain about..shark week will do that ya know? There was so much I wanted to punch in the throat. Then today, asshole that life can sometimes be, the sun comes out and life is all diamonds and ice cream ( yeah, its my own new saying..watch everyone will be saying it soon). I mean seriously, the day that I actually need to have a throat punch delivered life plays a happy joke on me. My husband is coming home in the morning..yey! SO, I can’t throat punch him. My girls were super  awesome ( probably because I wasn’t being a raging bitch), so couldn’t would absolutely NEVER throat Punch them. I actually get to have a real life, honest to goodness Anniversary date with my husband this weekend, complete with fancy restaurant, movie  and drinks ( MIL is coming to sit, so I can stay out and play in peace!) Certainly, NO throat punch there. Then I looked in the mirror and much to my OMG WTF! chagrin, seems I have spontaneously developed a bindi smack dab in the center of my forehead! Can I throat punch a pimpleBindi? Seriously, the weekend of my first date alone with my husband in what seems like a hundred years but is actually more like 5 ( still…a very long time). Where’s that little bastards throat? I’m punching…and then I  am snapping a photo for posterity’s sake! Take that blemish, you bastard!

     
    Crap!! So, I was trying to look up a photo of a bindi or a pimple to illustrate my point about my blemish when I came across this photo of Bindi and Steve Irwin. Buzz kill. I have a new candidate for a throat punch, pimple step aside, the damn Stingray that killed the Crocodile hunter. It’s gotta be a hard one, its 4 years too late but it still breaks my heart. My Bella has always loved the Wiggles Safari video, as does her lil sis Gabs, and every single time I see that crocodile hunter….I want to cry. So, new plan..I’m throat punching the damn stingray who iced the Crocodile hunter. What a cheeky bastard to do some dirty shit like kill a kids hero! Bindi, this ones for you! Truthful Mommy’s going to throat punch the crap outta that stingray and maybe Elizabeth Hasselbeck too ( just because she really friggin annoys me!)

  • No Other Love

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  • Better than Ice cream

    In a couple days, my husband and I will be celebrating our 11th wedding anniversary(we married when we were 19..not really but its the only way the math works if I am perpetually 30) and it has me feeling a little (how shall we say it) romantic! So this is for you baby! Because  for to me, you are better than ice cream. That’s saying a lot considering my love affair with ice cream. I could give up all other food, but not ice cream. Never ice cream!
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  • Truthful Tuesday’s; May 11,2010

    Ok,  I know I am not so good at always remembering to vent on Truthful Tuesdays. How am I suppose to be a good example if I don’t even vent myself? So here, I go. Keep in mind, I had to dig deep to find something that made my life not perfect today:)

    I’ve decided that I hate, absolutely hate, splinters. Yes, seems the little bastards have declared war on my girl,Gabs. Pobresita. Any idea how hard it is to remove splinters from a 2 year old drama queen in complete hysterics? It is absolutely  exhausting , for all involved. Did I mention she had 6 splinters in 2 days? Oh my, hate to say it but its looking more and more like she will be wearing gloves and socks and shoes all summer long. The trauma the splinters are causing is too much.
    I’ve also have to confess that I saw a blog the other day titled something like  A Mommy blog that is about more than just complaining! WTF?? Seriously? I don’t spend all my blogging time complaining. I try to be truthful, it’s not all sunshine and roses but its not all dark clouds and doom either. I think its pretty shitty that she would just assume that all other Mommy Blogs are riddled with complaining! I think that she is kinda a douche!
    I’m also going to be honest about the fact that the crappy monsoon weather coupled with the bitter cold has had me in a funk. I’ve pretty much not felt like leaving the house and my children have been working my very last nerve. Oh yeah, tonight my 2 year old decided to piss my bed. She wasn’t sleeping when it happened. I asked her why and her answer was this ,”Actually, I made up my mind and I did it!” What? First of all, where did the “Me” go? Usually, its “Me, this or Me that”. And why so defiant today? Why you gotta kick Mommy when she’s down? Couldn’t she have taken this stance about something like human rights, or the ethical treatment of animals, becoming the first woman president…why just randomly pissing on my bed?? What did I do to deserve the honor of being her first decided asshole maneuver? After much probing, she changed her answer to say that she couldn’t get in to the bathroom so she peed my bed. Seriously, did she just think to herself…”Hey, Mommy’s bed kinda looks like a toilet. I think I will piss there!” Yes, this has been the kind of day it has been. I’d say its been shitty, but I guess its really been pissy.
    Screw you non complaining Mommy blogger..you’re just not complaining because either you are in denial or you are an effing LIAR!!! That’s right, I can say that…its my blog!

  • World’s Fattest Woman

    Ok, so I heard about this woman from New Jersey,Donna Simpson, who is ‘fantasizing’ about being the World’s fattest woman, weighing in at a hefty 1000 pounds within the next two years. I read about this last month, with the rest of the world, but could not bring myself to comment on it until I had read all the facts. It seems, Ms. Simpson already weighs 604 pounds but wants to achieve the weight of 1000 pounds so that she can be listed in the Guinness World record books as the World’s fattest Lady.

    First, I’d like to say that, personally, this entire article rubbed me completely the wrong way. What woman facilitated with her right mental capabilities would choose to gain almost 400 more pounds to gain such a title? I know there are women out there who are satisfied and embrace a bigger lifestyle. Hurray for them. I am happy that they can be happy and content at any size. But it is one thing to love yourself for who you are another to say that you ‘fantasize’ about being 1000 pounds. I have to call BULLSHIT! Please, as a woman who has never been satisfied with her size,  I’ve hit the range pretty much everywhere from a size 5 to a 20, you can not convince me that this woman truly wants to be 1000 pounds. I don’t even weigh a third of what she already weighs and I know with every pound beyond this that I have had and lost, I felt absolutely miserable. I was self conscious, my clothes didn’t fit well, I didn’t feel healthy, I felt unattractive, I felt like I was worth less because of my size. Now, I know this is not PC to say. I also know that this has always been my own cross to bear, unlike Ms.Simpson I don’t want to be the biggest fat ass imaginable..I went quite the other way with eating disorders. I know that is nothing to be proud of and believe me I have to work twice as hard as everyone else to lose that same pound but damn it , I would never give up and say, ‘Oh well, F*ck it..I don’t want to work out, I’ll just eat 12000 calories a day and see how fat I can get before I die!” It’s like she has given up on herself and is trying to convince the world that she is perfectly happy being like this. It’s such bullshit that it truly bothers me.

    World’s Fattest Woman says she is happy at her size

    She is a horrible example for her child. Oh yeah, she is a Mommy. In fact , now she is trying to get Guinness to make her the “Fattest woman to ever give birth” at a whopping 532 pounds. Can you believe this? It is a major miracle that she could gestate and give birth to a child, focus on that. Not the fact that you were morbidly obese when you did it. I can’t believe that the Guinness World book people can condone such irresponsible behavior. Look at all the people who have been on the Biggest Loser, Richard Simmons Infomercials, joined the Beachbody Insanity craze, the Turbo Jammers, the Spinners, the Zumba lovers, the Mommy’s running before day break, the Weight Watchers, the Jenny Craigers, the Nutrisystem junkies, the zoners, South Beach dieters, the pitiful Adkins dieters and countless others…all these people are working their asses off to be healthy and this broad is throwing it all back in their faces and trying to kill herself with food. It is gluttony pure and simple and it is disgusting. I hate to be so harsh but this woman seriously makes me sick. She boasts about being able to eat 70 pieces of sushi. I think she should be ashamed of her behavior and her example she is setting for her own child .Good God, someone wire her jaw shut…STAT!

    world's fattest woman

    World’s Fattest Woman

    https://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/nj_woman_attempting_to_become_world_pco3O4qPWiCg3yjEWaxx9N

    P.S. I know this post was a little critical and I am sorry if I offended anyone, but her whole reasoning for this behavior; killing herself with food to be in a damn record book…infuriates me to no end. This is only my opinion but it’s my blog so I can state it here:) I think it’s disgusting to willfully want to be The World’s Fattest Woman!

  • This is LOVE

  • That Day I Roared at My Daughter

    That Day I Roared at My Daughter

    Can someone please teach me how to parent with patience? Have you ever roared at someone? I mean yelled so loudly that you would almost certainly scare an adult and definitely frighten a small child. The entire point of this blog is to be honest with you. Not just when my kids are adorable, sweet and hilarious but also when they are being raging lunatics, whining brats and pretty much straight up assholes or when I am.

    Oh, don’t get me wrong, they are my world so welcome to my world! A crappy day in the life of an otherwise perfect life. Daddy’s been traveling a lot for an out of town job, so I am basically single Mommying it (which sucks , by the way. I’m not cut out for it , I don’t have the stomach or patience for it.)

    It’s basically been a ‘No’ fest, with lots of ‘I don’t want to’s’, refusals to sleep, eat, basically to adhere to any and all rules I may have. To make things worse, my 2-year-old has developed quite the knack for incessant whining and sporadic screaming outbursts…. for absolutely no reason at all.

    As you all already know, there is no rationalizing with a 2-year-old. So, Ive found myself doing a lot of threatening. Threatening that I was calling the cops to come take her away ( he can come take me away…. Please come take someone away).

    Threatening to send her to her Grandma’s, child services…. You get the picture?

    I’ve become a really shitty mom( at least that’s the way I feel..no I am pretty sure I have been a pretty shitty Mommy) saying things I don’t mean, trying to get her to stop this behavior without physically beating her tiny little tush. I don’t spank because I’m afraid that with my temper I couldn’t stop. Plus I got spanked and I didn’t like it. It hurt, it was scary, and it sucked…. but I did behave.

    So yesterday , I went off the deep end and yelled. I yelled so loudly that it reminded me of when a lion roars. And then, I cried and apologized because it was such a shitty thing to do to someone so little who I love so much!

    I cried, then she cried, then her sister cried…I think we were all tired and emotional because Sunday’s are the days Daddy leaves back out of town. I’m not making excuses for my shitty behavior, I am repenting.

    I am sharing because I know I am not the only Mommy who has fell off the deep end and landed in a pile of emotional wreckage. Today’s a new day, things are better. I’m really employing the positive reinforcement. I wonder, how many stars do I get for keeping my cool and not crying? Happy Mothering.

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    Have you ever Roared at Your Child?

  • Don’t believe the hype

    Who’s the spin doctor for Motherhood? Seriously, who was it who decided to tell us that when we get pregnant we ‘glow ‘ and ‘ never look more beautiful’ ?Did I really , could I really, have been so naive to believe that harboring a fugitive parasite in my body for 10 months could make me beautiful. Saying it out loud sounds ridiculous.You’d think someone with a 147 IQ would have known better. Let’s be honest , when I was pregnant , I felt nauseaus, bloated , fat, ugly, unlike myself , grouchy, mean, horny , hateful, hungry , tired and like I had to pee a lot. But not once , do I ever remember feeling beautiful or glowing . I guess if they told us the truth the species would die out . I guess it’s not all so bad, I did go back for seconds. Pretty sure I’ve learned my lesson now, though . Happy Mothering, may it be all it’s cracked up to be.

    -Truthful Mommy xoxo

  • Beauty Hacks to Avoid: When Home Waxing Becomes Deadly

    Beauty Hacks to Avoid: When Home Waxing Becomes Deadly

    Have you ever had a home waxing go bad?

    I mean, we’ve all had the wax burn, accidental over wax of the eyebrows and many of us have looked at that damn hairy strip of cloth and thought for one small second, Really? Why am I doing this? I am married to a man whose back is harrier than my head, occasionally farts when he sleeps and OMG, the man cold. But still, we do it because who the hell wants their partner to think they are gross, plus I don’t want to be hairy. Like I’ve told my girls since they were born, beauty is pain. I want to prepare them for when they are 13 and I want to pluck rogue eyebrows or dark lip hairs. Thankfully they are blonde so hopefully they won’t share in my unsightly five o’clock shadow lip quandary.

    Ok, since I am running late..always and can not find the time to spare to take care of myself, in the way  in which I am accustom to, I have had to resort to some home remedies. Ok, Moms you know what I am talking about. The Pedegg, home manicures, pedicures, home dye jobs, and even home waxing. God Bless you Nads!

    It seems my Pedro has been getting quite out of control…upstairs girls not downstairs. We’ve had the fu manchu mishap, it’s been hardwoods ever since.  I am referring to my ever so slightly hairy monkey lip that I so lovingly refer to as my womanstache! OK, so you say you’ve never seen me with this atrocity. Of course not, silly girl. I don’t go in public when the fuzz is a showin. Well, not usually, anyways. It’s just one of my many blessings of being a Latina woman, come on my Greek and Italian girlfriends..you feel me, right? No way we get to have all that flowing hair and curves and not get a sin tax in the form of waxing. Beauty is pain, people.

    Anyways, this morning, I hit my hairy monkey threshold. Pedro had to be dealt with.  I go to the bathroom to do “the deed”. Waxing. What were you thinking? Oh how I hate  being the one to do it. I flinch and sometimes I almost don’t want to pull the strip. I always flash back to the 40 Year Old Virgin..yeah, that’s what my lip feels like when I do it myself. I think its mostly mental, but whatever it is…it hurts.

    This morning my 2 and 5-year-old follow me into the bathroom, big surprise. What you think I’ve peed alone in the past 5 years? Nope, I’m just like you. I live under the watchful  eyes of voyeuristic little people. They’ve seen me get waxed at the salon, as they are always with me. There is not much I can hide from them. Mommy’s special “Bandaids” for her “monthly vagina booboos”, phantom farts ( because I swear, IT WAS THE DOG) and even my uneven breasts which, I might add my 2-year-old is very disappointed in what gravity and breastfeeding have done to them.We are a very transparent family so if the poor dears have inherited my hairy chihuahua gene they should know what they have to look forward to.

    Anyways, my 5-year-old, she is asking all the right waxing questions. How does that work? Does that go on your face? Doesn’t that hurt? Smart cookie. I get into gotta do it mode, put that lovely little wax strip on my face ( I forgot the desensitizing  wipe because of the fear and trepidation of pulling the strip..it must be how a soldier feels right before pulling the pin in a grenade). ** I mean no disrespect to soldiers, I know it’s much more frightening  handling a live grenade than it is a hairy lip but for me, it’s pretty traumatic.

    I glance over at my girls, they both have their hands over their ears like the damn hear no evil monkeys. I’m  not sure if its because they are  afraid that I am going to scream in pain and anguish or in anticipation of ear muffs due to the obscenities that may accompany such pain. I chuckle. Of  course, I chuckle. It’s hilarious that my kids know me so well.

    In unison, as I muster the courage to pull the strip, I hear..”Hey! Ho! Let’s Go…to the waxing show!”

    My little boogers..I cracked up so hard, I nearly ripped my nose off! Thanks Rock Band. As of late, my 2 year old can put anything to the tune of Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones! I am so proud.

    Hope my nose grows back.

    What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve had to do in front of your kids?

    Did it involve home waxing? 😉