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You ever have problems getting your family or friends to understand your life is different now that you have a family? Are you the reliable member of the family? The one that everyone counts on to do the right thing?

Being a reliable person is a place of great responsibility, people will expect things of you that they wouldn’t necessarily expect out of others.

They’ll call you when they have problems, sometimes big and most of the time small and expect you to help, drop everything you’re doing and come help. Family and friends are used to calling on you and you being able to help them, but then when your family situation changes and your priorities change, this can cause big problems for those who are used to calling when they need you.

One of the hardest things to do with family and friends is placing boundaries that weren’t there before. Letting them know that your priorities have changed and your spouse and children come first, before them. If anything friends are harder to explain this to. My best friend is still single and in school part time and partying on the weekends, meanwhile I go home every night and am in bed by 10:30 to be ready for work the next day.

While inside I’d like to be that hard partying girl that I used to be, I love my life now and the peace of it. The comfort of having someone to come home to is nice, so the sleepovers don’t happen anymore, the last minute trips to Galveston or Padre, not so much but thankfully she’s understanding.

I still hang out with her, but between her busy social, work and school life, and my life, we don’t see each other so much anymore. Our relationship has changed, but we’re not any less friends because of it. We certainly talk on the phone a lot more now than we used to.

Did your family and friends naturally understand your priorities changed as your family situation did, or did you have a few hold outs you had to push along?

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I’ve heard of this and even heard of Carmen Electra’s video tape teaching you how to Striptease, but I haven’t ever given it much thought. I can’t imagine just proudly flaunting my stuff anywhere, even in my bedroom.

However, it’s a relatively new phenomena that seems to be taking shape and gaining momentum. Who knew glamorizing stripping would be such an easy sell?

Strippercize, Eroticize, Pole Dancing, etc. it goes by lots of names, but what it comes down to is sweaty and sexy. We all know sex sells and who can honestly say their man wouldn’t like this, if you were kind enough to share your newfound knowledge that is.

I can imagine things would get super Hott in the bedroom.

I’m considering trying it out, just for the workout. Would you do this kind of exercise? What are your thoughts?

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Let’s face it ladies, we can be intimidating. Those of us that have confidence, a good job or are in school trying to get to that good living in the future and have goals and plans, we can be hard to approach. We put a lot of time and effort into looking put together, and ladies when it works, we can be a little idealized in a man’s head and he shuts down for fear of doing anything we won’t like.

MouthyGirls are pretty, smart, funny, outspoken, friendly people we get along with virtually anyone and so sometimes it’s that whole fear of rejection thing that gets to a man, he might think, well what if she’s out of my league?

Speaking up when you have something to say and not sounding ignorant and combining all of the elements that make up a MouthyGirl or any female that is successful make us sort of like a muse. Then there’s always the thing where he knows who you’ve been with and is afraid you’ll compare them. Logically, we know that the people in the past stay there, but that doesn’t always ease the mind of the object of your affection.

So let’s help him out a little. First of all, we’re all people. At the end of the day we all have to put our pants on one leg at a time. No matter how worldly a woman is or who you think she’s been with before, if she’s with you, alone, you’re ahead of any other guy out there.

Ladies, I think we need to be more literal when we speak to men. If you want him to kiss you, say so, be friendly and laugh at their jokes if you aren’t already. Tell him he looks nice and say something about his shirt that you like, using that as an excuse to touch his shirt or get close to him and maybe even move in for a kiss. I’m a firm believer in sending a clear message.

Look him up and down, then raise your eyebrows and smile at him in suggestion while he’s looking at you so he knows you’re into him.

Talk about things you’d like to do, movies you’d like to see, mention one that maybe the two of you should go see together because you think it would be fun. If by this time he doesn’t seem to be understanding where you’re leading things..they’re always the classic objectifying symbol that is grabbing his ass.

So what do you do to let him know you want him? This question is not just to the single people, you married folks have a few tricks up your sleeve, what are they?

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So we know birth control isn’t used as often as it should be, no question of that. Be that as it may, let’s talk about who’s responsibility it is in the first place.

I personally believe the responsibility lies with both people, if you’re old enough to have sex or you think you are, you should also be old enough to realize that the product of sex can be children. Ideally, both would be held responsible for the birth of a child after having sex wherein birth control fails, or worse, isn’t used at all.

But the question begs to be answered, who’s responsible ultimately for birth control?

Some would argue that the responsibility lies on the female because she bears the child and it is her body that will be changing if birth control fails or isn’t used.

Some would also argue that the responsibility lies on the male in the act because birth control is easier, cheaper and more convenient for him.

Where do you fall in this argument? Regardless of age, relationship or any other outlying factor.

This morning I was listening to a radio show, and a girl called and stated that her boyfriend had slipped her a morning after birth control pill (I wondered how in the hell that got by her) and she had found out while doing laundry by finding the package the pill came in, in his pants pocket.

She explained that she had been on a brand of pill and it was making her gain weight (which they all do) and so she went to the doctor and he made her wait 30 days before she could get another brand of birth control. She told her boyfriend that she was off birth control so if they had sex without her on the pill she could become pregnant. I believe it was left at that.

Let’s fast forward to her finding the package for the morning after pill in his pants. She confronted him and he noncommittally confessed. But that wasn’t enough for the DJ on the radio. So they call our guy and ask him why and was it for his girlfriend or some other girl she didn’t know about. He said yes, he did, he slipped it into her breakfast (WOW!) because he didn’t want any kids.

I’ll leave the rest out and pose the question to you, was he right/wrong? Was she right/wrong?

What do you think?

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I wear makeup to cover scars. A childhood incident that left me marked for life. No big deal. But my makeup takes me all of five minutes to put on because I don’t have the patience for any more than that. I dress nice for work, hubby tells me what looks good on so I’ll develop a sense of what looks right. I have no style you see, bad taste, and no real sense of color arrangement.

What can I say? I have a way with words. But really, I’m not trying to impress anyone, I have a man, a really good one and I’m really good to him so I keep that working if you know what I mean. Don’t really care if anyone else likes me all that much, I do a good job at work and always give my best regardless of how disgruntled I may become. So regardless of whether someone likes me or not, I’m not fazed. I’ll be polite, nice and respectful, but I don’t have to like you and I probably don’t.

I’ve realized I’m kind of a snob. Not about appearance or means, but thought processes and common sense and things that keep you on the right track in this world, I have no tolerance for excuses and bullshit, though we all have our weak moments. I think it’s great when someone does like me or they appreciate what I do, that’s always a wonderful ego boost, but because I have pride in my work ethic and the job I do, I don’t worry if certain people like me. If I’m trying to make a friend, sure I care…but at work or in public when I’m just out taking care of my business…I’d prefer if people didn’t make small talk with me about the weather. Know why? The first thing out of my mouth, or as close to the first thing as possible, I’m talking about MouthyGirl.

Oh yeah. I’m really excited about one project and eagerly anticipating contact from someone that I can do a favor for and help out a little in the hopes that the MouthyGirl brand will get out there, just a little more. I’m hoping to appeal to an entirely knew group of people that I haven’t found a way to appeal to just yet.

So I like to be left alone, blogging is the most social thing I can possible do, without having to smile or make nice in public and make smalltalk. I’m just not trying to impress anyone, the only one I’m worried about is impressed plenty by me.

So who do you do everything you do for, is it you? Do you get dressed up trying to get a man, or trying to like you in the mirror? What have you done for you lately?

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I catch a funny joke he makes, I watch tv with him to see what he watches, listened to his favorite stations to hear what he hears. He’s a pretty well rounded kid, I’ve not shielded him from much as I think you do a disservice when you shelter your little people.

A guy named Kinky Friedman ran for Governor of Texas in 2006 and one of his standpoints on politics was to, “treat adults like children and children like adults”. Makes perfect sense to me.

I’ve always tried to take child rearing seriously, and to deal with questions and discipline with common sense, care, and most of all to encourage him to have big dreams but to be also grounded in reality. I try to build his confidence, make him understand when I’m proud of him (which is a lot) and tell him he should be proud of himself. I want him to have pride in himself because without that, you really have it rough in the world.

I’ve always tried to respect him as a person, and though he’s moody, like I was, he is respectful and courteous and all the other kids parents love him too. Coming from where I come from, I’ve tried to stay conscious of everything I do with him, tell him, etc. Our latest campaign is college.

I’ve wandered, I apologize. Anyways, he’s cracking jokes, he’s rockin’ a cell phone, with a pimp tone we made on Phonezoo from Mom’s awesome music collection. \

He has a girlfriend, named Maddie. He’s a cute little guy really. He’s got full lips like me and cute cheeks, blue eyes and blond hair and a great smile. He’s sweet and tries to be a good friend. Look out ladies…

He’s become a much more considerate child, and I can see a little maturity here and there, like he realizes he has a place in this family and that isn’t always only for the fun stuff. In less than a month he’ll turn 11, I’m not even 30 yet, so this makes me realize how young I am and how far we’ve come in such a short time.

This week we’ve been unpacking pictures and decorating and one of my favorite photos of him has always been a photo of him when he was about 3 and had a toy camera. He was wearing a gray shirt, tucked into his cute little jeans with a belt on and he had a fresh haircut, such a cutie and I was crouched to take a picture of him and he mimicked my pose with the camera with his own and that’s when I captured my favorite shot. Of him behind the camera (like I always am) but not so far behind the camera that you couldn’t see his smile.

I love that photo. It reminds me of simpler times when I could tackle him with hugs and kisses and he would just giggle and giggle and giggle and finally scream in his little cutie voice, “Mommy I can’t breathe!” giggling between words. Precious memories. Now we’re back to a fun phase where he’s fun and silly and has quite the sense of humor, and even well timed sarcasm. It’s great. I understand the sentimental things now, and the stupid hallmark commercials make me get all teary eyed.

Sometimes I’m such a sap. I have a video to share with you, holds a motto I’ve always tried to keep in mind so that I could enjoy all these growing up years…

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When I was younger, a teenager, I thought that I would never like to smile, that I would never want to share a laugh with anyone. I was pretty sure my existence was terminal. I didn’t have goals, dreams or ideals of what I wanted to do in life, I thought just being would be enough. Never wanted kids, never wanted commitment, never desired a “normal” life with the significant other and the little ones.

I can’t help but look back at the old me and laugh at her. At her foolishness and not seeing her gifts, and her love. She didn’t know she was hiding so much love, hell back then she wasn’t even mouthy. Nope, she was quiet “little Sabrina” that did whatever she could to stay out of the way and keep everyone off my back. Didn’t do very good in school, but I didn’t flunk out so I considered that winning.

When I was 17 I met my son’s father, thanks to my sister. (read: sarcasm) My son is a gift I could never thank the maker enough for, but I shoulda hit splitsville way sooner than I did with that fool. Regardless, all that led me to where I am today, I had to have those experiences to be the MouthyGirl I am now, to share my opinions and views with all you MouthyPeople!

Aren’t you glad? Anyways, to get to the point…

I spent most of Saturday with my sisters and their children and husbands. Our little family is getting SO big! My little sister has two, a girl and a boy and my older sister has one, a boy, and of course I have one 10 year old MouthyBoy.

My cousin was there with her friend and we all had a really great time. From living together to rarely seeing each other, it’s remarkable that we still get along, lol. All of our lives have gone in ways I don’t think any of us expected, except my older sister. She’s still in the field she always wanted to be in, doing what she always wanted to do.

My little sister just had my nephew Levi so she’s not back to work yet. I have another sister, from my Dad’s side, she’ll be having a son in October, then she’ll have a girl and a boy as well.

My family is getting bigger and bigger, and I’m beginning to realize I have the big love inside of me because every time I see one these beautiful people that are my family, I get all emotional.

I’m such a dork I know, but it’s great to have a growing family, seeing kids grow up and all that good stuff.

How has your family changed over the years? Do you find yourself being emotional about the little ones growing up and reminiscing about when they were small?

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