Baby Momma Drama

Maybe I'm being a little sensitive, but my son's father's new girlfriend (who is ironically named Katie as well), referred to me as "just his baby's momma". I take offense to this. I'm not simply a "baby momma", but a hard-working, dedicated, loving single mother to my son, who's father apparently couldn't give a shit less. I responded that I think I deserve a little better than that, and that after 5 years of single motherhood, I've earned a bit more respect. I'm his child's mother, and I work hard every single day to provide our son with love, food, clothing, shelter, and all the other necessities that his dad does not. I work two jobs and attend school full-time, all in an effort to give my son the best life possible. To refer to me as "baby momma" hurts. Since age 19, my entire life has been wrapped around the child he and I conceived, which he later abandoned, and that's the title they have given me. It seems strange, but I don't think I've ever felt more degraded or unappreciated in my life.

Boycotting

I am not the most conservative person in the world, but I do have a problem with the direction in which our society is heading. Kids are having sex before they know anything about contraception, they're boozing it up as if life is just one big frat party, and drugs have become so prevalent that snorting a line of coke and popping ecstasy don't even faze them. Don't get me wrong: I'm no Mother Theresa, and I have done my fair share of experimentation, but teenagers these days have no concept of self-control or moral responsibility. Teen sexuality has reached an all-time high; boys are watching "Girls Gone Wild" and bragging about their sexual escapades, while girls feel they have to "put out" in order to get a boyfriend, and flashing their goods at the drop of a hat. Things are out of control. This is why I got so angry, literally angry, when I heard the new Gym Class Heroes' song, "Clothes Off". Here's the chorus in case you're unfamiliar:

We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time

What the fuck? It is so irresponsible and morally deficient to create a song that sends such a disturbing message. Teenagers are the primary consumers of Gym Class Heroes music, and it infuriates me that they insinuate young men and women must be naked to "have a good time". I'm truly disgusted by this lack of concern for America's impressionable youth, and I am now officially boycotting this band's music. Does anyone agree with me, or am I just being a complete freak? I just can't help but feel that we should be sending young people messages of morality and self-respect, not encouraging them to be sluts. I don't know...maybe it's just me...

Pacey Witter: Dream Man

To most, he is simply the smart-mouthed, sharp-tongued, trouble-making slacker of Capeside. But as I revisit Dawson's Creek's early episodes, I have come to discover that Pacey Witter is truly a Renaissance man. He is sexy, charming, intelligent, sincere, and passionate: a collection of qualities that are rare in the 21st century. My admiration is quickly ascending into full-blown fascination. His quick wit, chivalrous romanticism, and worldly intelligence astound me. Now all I need to do is find a real-life Pacey Witter. Do they truly exist, or are they purely a figment of television's imagination?

Simple Things

Yesterday, I desired to voyage out of St. Louis. I had the day off, the weather was simply gorgeous, and I wanted to cruise down the freeway in my little sportscar, the wind blowing through my hair, and the radio blasting feel-good music through my speakers. I decided on traveling to Warrenton, MO. It's fairly close, and I've never been to the the outlet mall that the tiny town is somewhat famous for. Well, the mall turned out to be less than spectacular, but I did enjoy strolling along the freshly-cemented sidewalks, window shopping in solitude. My spending money is meager, to say the least, so I had my eye out for any inexpensive treasures that caught my eye. I found lots of things for friends and family, but after two hours had yet to find anything to my liking. Then, however, I wandered into a kitchen store which specializes in tiny gadgets, cookware, and kitchen accessories. After a few minutes of admiring the clever, inventive tools, I spotted an egg slicer. I love hard-boiled eggs, and include them into the many, many, many salads I make in any given week. Perfect! So I gathered the little treasure into my hands, and went straight home to put my discovery to good use. The simplest things in the world really do bring me joy. Sometimes I feel like, "Wow- I'm excited about a freakin' egg slicer. I really need to get a life." But little moments like this make me proud to be the person that I am. Every day is an opportunity to take joy in the simple things, whether it be an egg slicer that I didn't even know I wanted, or something a little more significant. I want to really try to remember that life is not about fancy cars, big houses, or fashion labels. What's more important is to be able to see the beauty in not-so-beautiful things.

Asian Shopping

Hehe...this is just funny.

Two thumbs up for "Charlie Bartlett"

Last night, I traveled to the Creve Coeur AMC cinema to catch a sneak preview of a little film called "Charlie Bartlett". I must admit, I knew absolutely nothing about this movie, and my primary motivation for attending was simply because my admittance was free of charge. I don't want to include a synopsis in this blog because I want this movie to be seen the way I saw it: with no pre-conceived notions or expectations.
I was extremely impressed, I must say! It began as your typical teen comedy, but I was pleasantly surprised that this not-so-conventional flick is smart, witty, and unique in a world where teen movies are inundated with boozing, casual sex, and gratuitous, completely unnecessary shots of naked or topless chicks. "Charlie Bartlett" has reinstilled in me the hope that this cinematic genre, while entertaining and light-hearted, has not simply been reduced to typical teenage antics. I also appreciate the fact that this film stars unfamiliar faces. Charlie is played by a very talented guy who I've never heard of, but will undoubtedly become a household name in the near future. Anton Yelchin was sharp, fun, and represented a more accurate portrayal of America's intelligent, compassionate youth. His love interest was not played by some stick-thin blond with fake boobs, but rather, a normal, everyday girl named Kat Dennings. This little-known actress blew Hollywood starlets like Lindsay Lohan out of the water with her obvious natural talent, and more importantly, her relatability and realistic appearance. The entire cast was phenomenal, the script was hilarious, and this film sends a message of self-acceptance and compassion for others- a nice change from seeing kids get naked and wasted on the big screen.

Heartbreak

Why does it hurt so bad? Why does it hurt so bad just because ONE person on the entire face of the Earth is an asshole and doesn't want me? Why do I allow myself to have my heart ripped out by the same man over and over and over again? I have so many phenomenal qualities; why do I focus on my flaws? Why do I let one man dictate my happiness?

Expired Strawberries

My lovely, nutrient-rich, satisfying breakfast this morning has me feeling severely disturbed, and rather nauseous. I opened a "fresh" box of Special K flakes with those dehydrated strawberries in it. The delicious aroma got my taste buds watering as I poured a hefty bowl of the delectable cereal and topped it with a healthy dash of skim milk. The berries didn't look quite as colorful or plump as they usually do, but I thought nothing of it and dipped in my spoon nevertheless. As the massive bite entered my mouth, and my teeth chomped down on the usually savory meal, I slowly discovered that the berries were not only pale red and a bit bland, but that they were, in fact, completely expired, a faint white mold growing on the underside of each dehydrated berry. The taste was absolutely rancid, and the texture, mortifyingly tender and furry. In utter horror, I spit out the moldy food and checked the cereal box's expiration date. Granted, I bought the box a couple months ago, but I was flabbergasted to discover that the "best if used by" date was April 2005!!! For more than two years, the flakes and berries have been fermenting inside the cardboard box. I think Schnucks has some explaining to do.....

Premier

Well, this is my first blog on blogspot. I've only recently dabbled in blogging on MySpace, and have discovered that I really like spewing all my thoughts, feelings, and emotions out into cyberspace. So....here I am.
I wonder how long "blogging" has been around. I'm a technological imbecile, so I'm about a decade behind on most things that are common knowledge to the majority of the population. For example, my family and I didn't have call waiting on our phone until well beyond the turn of the 21st century. I didn't get a home computer with internet access until 2005. I had no idea what MySpace was until this past December, only after everyone I know, and their brother, and mother, and cousin had a MySpace page. So, I'm sure blogging has been a staple in the computer world for far longer than I realize. Well, I'm keeping up with the Jones's now. Better late than never..... :)