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Sorry I missed you guys yesterday, my mojo was NOT working at all for me yesterday. I knew that it would show and since I didn’t have anything nice to say…well I decided to write it down and post it today. LOL!

So today, potentially we have a new segment, maybe not every Tuesday it’ll go up, but when I get particularly irritated…I’ll do a Talkin’ Shit Tuesday. Even though I’m ALWAYS talkin’ shit. The idea behind this is to explore an avenue where we run our mouths about what pisses us off.

Like me being pissed off about having to hear about celebrities on the evening news. That pisses me off because I don’t care about them, they don’t affect my day to day life. So HELLO! I don’t want to hear about it every day! It’s bullshit that after I hear about the stock market I have to hear “entertainment news“, how about something really entertaining during entertainment news, like dumb criminals for instance, that’s entertainment and you know there is plenty to pick from, you know this.

Or the irritation I have of eighteen wheeler trucks driving in the fast lane. That is wrong on so many levels that I just can’t believe more hasn’t been done about it. First, it has no business in the fast lane, it burns more gas than the time it saves. Second, it’s too easy to misjudge where a car is and if the truck is speeding, of course it’s lights out for the car driver. Third, they’re too damn slow for the fast lane and I get so irritated when I see the bastards holding me up. Ahem, MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY!

Two highways near and dear to this old area of mine don’t allow trucks in the left lane. THANK YOU TEXAS! Can we now echo this throughout all major highways in the nation please?

Let me tell you what else irks me, all these goofy little tv shows teaching my son how to be a smart ass. Yeah, um Drake and Josh I got a bone to pick with y’all, Zack and Cody, you too, we remember you’re little behind from Big Daddy. We know you can wipe your own asses but that’s not cute anymore. Stop it with the sarcasm.

Maybe I’ll just make him stop watching the little twerps, but I know eventually he’ll get that from me. I’m sarcastic. You didn’t know? Oh yeah. All the time. So realistically, he could be getting it from me and I’d just like to point the finger. Maybe….not.

Another thing that pisses me off of late, is all the bullshit talk about our future president. The first black president of the United States of America. I’m proud of this country. VERY PROUD. The fact that we saw through the skin color and elected a WORTHY president to our nation, one that wouldn’t be more of the same. We took a leap and have landed on someone who I hope like Teddy Roosevelt did all those years ago and lead us into a better day for this nation.

I heard someone say that they thought Obama could be the AntiChrist. I had to stifle a laugh. Really? That person let her fear of change make her look and sound like a radical. She was serious. I don’t begrudge people their points of view and opinions and I’m certainly not going to judge that person for that view, or the other racist things that she said. But I will say my eyes were opened and I was surprised with that conversation, shocked that it would come to that, that she would utter those words.

Ultimately, I am proud of where our country has been, and where it is going. But I must say, as long as there is racism, we won’t get very far. It pisses me off that people I actually know could be so, shortsighted. Beyond that I am without words. It has been said far better than here what racism will do to this country if it continues, or gets worse and I can say at least for myself, that in my opinion no matter what our color of skin, beneath the skin, we’re all the same. Period.

So tell me, what pisses you off? What would you like to talk shit about today?

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Hello Mouthy Fans! I’m Double Agent Girl and MG has asked me to guest post while she is away on her much deserved vacation!

I’ve been thinking, about MG’s “mojo”. Although she usually posts some great tunes here for us to get motivated on Fridays, I’ve been thinking a little deeper on the idea of what motivates me. As a single mother of two, I’d have to admit that those smiling faces have pushed me to work harder, sweat saltier and achieve greatness - all in the name of role model. I cannot discount that, but I want to go further, deeper into my own self…

Recently, I’ve been faced with a dilemma. Some people that I care about very much, people that are a part of my every day existence feel slighted by my “online life”. It goes deeper than petty jealousy, or time slights. It is personal to them, a feeling that I have another life that they are discluded from. At first, I laughed it off, silly silly… it is only a website… only words. But now, I need to look a little closer. Although I cannot apologize for spending my time in the blogosphere. I need to be in a place where all those things that make me “me” can flow. I need to write, I need to post my photography, I need to be connected to other people that are driven in the same way. Perhaps, in some small way, this little post can explain what I stumble over.

I write here to write. I expound on the things that I think about, funny, sad, serious…I’m not writing to somehow represent “my life”, there just isn’t a way to talk about all the people that touch me daily, or all the lovely things that happen from each second. I cannot explain the way my heart squeezes when Aftermath brushes the hair from my eyes… well I can, but not day after day. Because those things matter day after day. Minute after minute.

There is a separation between DAG and real life. In fact, the blogosphere is such a tiny, tiny part of it. Great people, wonderful writers, important moments and fleeting seconds where we just try to capture ONE word image. Recording just one doesn’t mean we throw all the other moments away. They are stored, here in my heart, and in there in my memory where I can call on them when I need to. Having a virtual personality doesn’t discount my real one. The heat of my palm on your arm, the scent of your shaving cream behind your ear, the twinkle in your eyes when you tease me. Those things are real, and they matter and I love them. I love every one of them. Even if I don’t write about them everyday.

It may be hard to see what really motivates someone. And I don’t know that I can rightly identify what my mojo really is. I feel more complete, I suppose, in being able to have an outlet for these creative energies. But without those everyday realities, I would be deficient. Little websites like mine round out a full and lovely life. How do I explain that to those who feel the opposite? How do I keep these small luxuries that keep me sane, in check, in thought - while still showing others what their worth is? Why does this become so difficult? I want to love them, and love me too.

DAG.
Double Agent Girl
Blog: www.doubleagentgirl.com
Photo:www.doublegentgirl.deviantart.com

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This post hails from CardioGirl a kick ass blogger Definitely a recommend read for you, I read nearly every post, if not every one of them.

And now…..without further delay…

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As a mere sprite, I was the youngest of six — five girls and one boy — my mother constantly told me the story of my birth and how everyone hoped, for her sake, that I would be a boy. Back then in the Stone Ages ultrasound was not used to check on the baby, much less to determine the gender, so it was a waiting game.

Regardless, in the late 60s, a pregnant woman who had four daughters and one boy garnered sympathy from those other women in a similar state. They would all tell my mother they hoped it was boy. Maybe, if she were lucky, she would have two sons.

She always finished the story with this, “But God gave me the baby I was meant to have. And that was you.” She made sure to tell me that she didn’t care, boy or girl, she just wanted a healthy baby. Then she would further elaborate that gender didn’t matter. Women can create their own opportunities; they are just as smart, just as capable and just as worthy.

But somehow, hearing that over and over I only picked up on the dismay the “other people” in her life expressed. I knew my mom loved me and was fine with the fact that I was a girl. But all I heard from her was that society had hoped for a boy for her.

I always thought it was weird the way she phrased the story. Couldn’t she have focused on something other than gender and ended with, “But God gave me the baby I was meant to have. And that was you.”

Times have changed, though, and society’s stigma of having a boy vs. a girl has lightened a bit. But I must admit when I was pregnant with my second child and out and about with my first daughter, people would say to me, “Well, maybe you’ll have a boy.” Then I had my second daughter.

And when I was out and about with my two daughters and pregnant the third time, almost everyone I ran into felt the need to speculate, “Maybe this will be your boy.” But between you and me, I really wanted another girl. I prayed for another girl. I understand the equipment that comes with girls. I enjoy my girls. I knew I would love a boy, but I wanted another girl.

And I made sure to never say that around my older daughters, because I didn’t want to taint their memories. And God sent me my third daughter.

Now when I talk with my girls it never comes up about their gender. So far this issue of boys being smarter than girls has not reared its ugly head. Yet. I do believe it’s possible to celebrate the opportunities available to girls without discounting girls.

Again, I really believe it’s all how you present the story. I could tell my daughters, like my mother told me, “You can do anything even though you’re a girl.”

But instead I like to tell my daughters, “Because you are clever and hard working you can achieve anything you want to achieve.” No disclaimers necessary.

Like most folks out there, I’m a work in progress. I am still trying to re-frame my own way of thinking about myself. I think I’m getting close. Although I still have to remind myself, daily, that I can achieve anything I want, as long as I put the effort into it.

I still have to tell myself I rock just because I’m me. Not a chick. Not a dude. But uniquely me.

Hopefully my daughters will grow up knowing they are more than just a girl – instead of less than a boy.

Cardiogirl

http://www.cardiogirl.net

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This post is from Ruby an artist, writer and overall talented and eloquent person. Known for works such as Sinister Sisters and other artwork found on DeviantArt.com.

Without further ado…

I was born afraid.

As a child I clung to walls when I walked. I developed more and more fears as I grew up. I was afraid of dogs, heights, the dark, people, being alone and most of all of going crazy. I recall trying to cross a bridge and being so paralyzed with fright I actually crawled to the other side. I could not explain it. I just knew it terrified me.

Fear crippled me.

By the time I was in high school I was suffering from panic attacks constantly. I was certain I was losing my mind and so it just got worse. I turned to drinking to calm me down. Drinking made me feel sane, that is until I found myself alone in my cluttered bedroom one night with an empty bottle of vodka at my feet and the feeling of not wanting to do anything… at all.

It was around that time that I was only interacting with people via the internet. It was effortless. I could type much better than try to get my voice to work with live people. I wanted change badly, though. And I told people, probably desperately, that I needed something more.

And then an internet friend suggested I visit them. It took less than a day for me to decide to go. I figured, what else was I doing? I took the greyhound to California. Now that sounds so simple, but it wasn’t. I was afraid. Afraid of all those people crammed up against each other, of being in a vehicle, of going somewhere I’d never been, of meeting new people and most of all of doing something so completely crazy. But I did.

That visit completely opened my mind. For the first time I knew what freedom was. And upon returning home to Texas, I decided right away that I wanted to move to California. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it all.

In a couple of months I had two luggage cases and a back pack packed up with art supplies and clothes and two hundred dollars in my pocket. I got on that greyhound and left. Everyone said I was being crazy. I knew it was what I really needed to do.

A lot happened during that journey. I was raped, robbed at gunpoint, homeless and all sorts of things. But I also found my own strength and overcame my fears. I wasn’t going to let anything keep me from pushing forward. I loved. I created art. Went to school and studied animation. Had a book published. Made a lot of great friends.

Most of all I faced myself and learned that ultimately I am in charge of my life. Friends and family are just a wonderful addition that completes it. Returning to Texas was not a failure. And even today as I’m unemployed and sleeping on my sister’s couch, I feel great. I still have confidence everything will be okay. And as long as I’m alive, I’m going to keep LIVING.

All it takes is just going out there and doing it.

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Today’s post is a guest post from Wendy. I’ve been reading her blogs for a long while and admired her style and conviction just as long. In this the most critical of times, she has some enlightening words for you, if you happen to still be undecided.

Read on…

Every four years I get stuck in what I like to call “Election Mode”. I become obsessed with the election. I check the polling numbers daily on CNN, ABC, Yahoo, Fox News, and RealClearPolitics.com. I read the political news, and watch all the political commentary. I read the Huffingtonpost and the National Review. I research all the conspiracy theories. I even read most of the comments at the bottom of news stories. That is usually the source of the conspiracy theories.

My obsession with elections is probably an illness, but let’s not go there.

I can’t help but think that this election is different. I mean, a black guy and a woman are both on the top of the ticket! So two weeks til the election, I would think that everyone had figured out who the hell they are voting for. Really, this election has gone on FOREVER.

Today, I checked the poll numbers again, and I see that 7% of you still haven’t made up your dang minds. Who the hell are you people? What is it that leaves you undecided? I don’t get it.

If you want to vote for Barack, but you’re scared ‘cause he might be a one man sleeper cell…I think Bush woulda locked him up in Gitmo by now. Don’t you? Seriously folks, that Bush is tough on terrorists and guys who pal around with terrorists.

If you want to vote for McCain, but you think he might die and that dumb ass woman will become President, let me make this clear: Todd will be runnin’ stuff around here and he’s got guns and stuff to keep us safe and warm. So don’t worry.

All I got to say is make up your damn minds! Besides, if you choose the wrong guy and he wins, a bunch of other nuts made the same mistake. Therefore, you can vote without guilt.

I hope I’ve made your decision easier. And if you still can’t decide, give me a call. I’ve done your research for you. I can tell you who to vote for. Lazy ass.

And NOW for some real comedy relief:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLVSURlFoQs

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I set sail tomorrow on a voyage to Mexico, sun, sea and relaxation.

Wait. Relaxation… how’d that get in there…..gotta go find that definition so I do it right, having not done that before…

BrainyQuote.com says this…”The act or process of relaxing, or the state of being relaxed; as, relaxation of the muscles; relaxation of a law.
Remission from attention and effort; indulgence in recreation, diversion, or amusement.” Sounds like fun!

I’ll get excited once I see this…

According to this quote…”If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it. -Herodotus” …though I think it’s a little late for that, I’ll try it anyway, maybe my sanity will come back…oh how I’ve missed it.

I’m looking so forward to not having to worry about dishes, gas, cooking, washing laundry, getting work done. I’m not going to know what to do with myself. Thankfully, Carnival knew that and has many things planned that we can pick from to do…smart people those cruise planners!

Hoping to see lots of this…

Won’t be missing any of this…

For at least five days, this won’t be me…

But be sure, once I return oh the mountains of paperwork that await….oy dios mio!

I’m trying out my spanish…whatya think? I will however have to break my habit of saying thank you in spanish the english way. You know….grassyass….they prolly won’t like that. Will have to practice my Gracias!

Happy Friday all….and do you know what song I’m posting? No?! Oh come on!

COME SAIL AWAY!

I’ve got some wonderful blog posts lined up for you from very talented bloggers. You won’t miss me at all. So all of our regularly scheduled posts, Monday Mojo and Wednesday Fwd, and possibly even GirlFriday next week will be pre-empted by those wonderful guest bloggers.

Happy Friday all, I’m leaving work early today because you know I haven’t even started packing…

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Yeah, I said it, I’ve been eating McDonald’s food everytime I end up having to get take out and where has it gotten me? Two mcflurry’s and one breakfast sandwich richer. Yeah I’m bitchin’. Gimme something McDonalds! I’m drinkin’ your coffee for chrissakes! Here’s a clue — it sucks!

So I’m sitting here sipping this ass coffee entering my stupid little codes on their stupid little website and I’m ONE game piece shy on every set there is on the fucking board! Yeah, a monopoly indeed. Pisses me off that I can’t win something decent, and yeah screw off with your coke points, what’s that get me? Clothes for an avatar on some stupid website I want nothing to do with. PLEASE! I’m considering a boycott. After the game is over of course, because you never know, I.just.might.win. Then you’ll be seein’ this bitch on a permanent vacation.

Now, since I can’t seem to get in a bad mood, and I got this very funny email directed specifically to me as a Disturbed Person, I wanted to share, because all of you are disturbed too. Yes you are.

The following are pictures in this same email that I thought I would share, there are more, but none as funny as the ones I picked for you here. Of course.

And yes, you are disturbed. But so am I and so we’ll share that label.

Today is International Disturbed People’s Day

I don’t care if you lick windows,

take the special bus

or occasionally pee on yourself..

You hang in there sunshine, you’re friggin’ special.

Every sixty seconds you spend angry, upset or mad, is a full minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Today’s Message of the Day is:

Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance.

Well I’m off to work, and hopefully dance when I get off. Enjoy yourselves today.

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