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| I really don't like http://www.lovelyish.com/716703647/i-am-a-teen-mom/ It just adds to the stereotype of teen moms, and I hate it.
Sure, it tells girls not to have babies when they're teenagers because it's hard. I won't deny that. But did anyone read the comments, and see how many girls supported abortions, using the reason that raising a kid would be too hard, because the poster had to give up so much?
She made it seem like your life is over once you have a child. I've said it plenty of times already, but I'll say it again, in case you weren't listening. I do not regret having my son at 18. Not even for a second. He's changed my life, but for the better. I would still be an immature, selfish girl without him. I've grown up, and learned to put other people's needs before my own wants.
I don't care that I don't get to go to all the parties my friends have. I could go to college if I want to, but I don't. I have a career. I could work more hours and have more money, but I would rather be home with my son. I have plenty of time to do these things when he starts school. I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.
I don't want teenage girls to get pregnant, but I know that it happens. Make the best of it. See your child as a gift, not a burden. You made this decision, stick with it. It has amazing rewards.
this smile is mine. | | |
| I don't care anymore. I'm done fighting with you. You don't hear a word I say anway. You want to smoke pot for the rest of your life? Be a loser? Go for it. But I can promise you won't bring me down with you.
You're going to lose your job. But I won't be here when that happens. I'll be long gone. Your weed can help you deal with that.
You can't get out of bed in the morning to spend some time with your son? Oh, that's right. You need 12 hours of sleep. It couldn't have been those pills you took last night.
You're cheating on me. I don't know if it's with another girl, but I'm fighting for your attention everyday. I've told you to choose between all that shit and me. It's pretty clear what comes first.
Grow the fuck up, or I'm out.
Who am I kidding? That's only the 14th time I've said that. But what will you do if I finally follow through?
It's hard to watch people change right in front of you.
But the worst part is remembering who they used to be.
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| Raiden took my green tea, and is drinking it. He actually likes it! After every drink, he says "aaahh". haha
He sees a dog, and calls it "gog". gogs say "fh, fh", not "woof, woof"
cats are "tats", and they say "wooooooowww"
thank you is "tat-too", cars are "cahs". Like he's from Brooklyn.
he thinks it's so funny when I raise my eyebrows and open my eyes really wide. I can keep him laughing forever doing that.
I know we're going to have a lot of fun together.
Have you heard kids say anything you thought was really funny, but they didn't? | | |
| Chicken pot pie is amazing! How was I ever a vegetarian when something this good needs meat? I was missing out.
Here's how I make it.
you need :3 chicken breast halves 1 (14.5 ounce) can chicken broth 3 potatoes 1 yellow onion 3 stalks celery 2 tablespoons vegetable oil 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour 2 cups frozen mixed vegetables salt and pepper to taste 2 garlic cloves, crushed2 (9 inch) prepared pie crust, thawed
First, rinse chicken breasts and put in a pot with just enough water to cover them. Add garlic, salt, and pepper. Bring to a boil, turn off heat, and cover. Let cool.
preheat oven to 350 degrees. Wash and cut potatoes into bite size pieces. I always peel mine, but you don't have to. Boil for 5 minutes. Drain and set aside.
cut celery and onion into bite-size pieces. In a large skillet over medium heat, saute celery and onion in oil for 5 minutes.
add frozen vegetables and cook for another 5 minutes.
add flour and cook for 30 seconds, then add chicken broth and bring to a boil. After broth thickens, add potatoes.
remove chicken from pot and cut into bite size pieces. Add to vegetables.
cover bottom and edges of 2 1/2 qt casserole dish, or deep dish pie plate with one pie crust. Pour chicken and vegetable mixture in.
put second pie crust on top. Press together both pie crust edges, and roll under.
bake for about 30 minutes, or until crust is golden brown.
stuff your face 
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| I feel like my job is much more than just cutting hair. I feel like a therapist. I'm not very good at giving advice, but I can listen pretty well. And I think that's all that some people want. Just someone to listen to their problems, their story.
The part that I find most surprising, the ones that want to share their life story, are mostly men. I hear about their bitch ex-wives took their kids away and make him pay child support for them even though he never sees them. They tell me about their jobs. They like to give advice about life.
Men are the ones who talk the most. Like they've just been dying to actually talk. I don't even have to ask much. Just a simple "Do you live around here?" or "do you have any kids?" The one thing about men I've talked to is, they will never say anything bad about their wives. The worst they will say about her is that she takes a long time to get her hair done.
I think a lot of women come to a hair salon just to have someone to talk to. In the hour it takes me to do their hair, they have my full attention. I'm standing so close to them, they can whisper if they want to. They tell me how horrible their husbands are. He doesn't pay attention to them. He cheats. He lies. She wants to leave him, but they've been together so long, she can't make it on her own. Then there are the old ladies, whose husbands have died. These ladies make me want to cry. They tell me how he was their best friend, they loved him so much, and now he's gone. They're all alone now.
I learn so much about strangers everyday. It proves to me that you can't judge someone just by looking at them, because you have no idea what their life is really like.
Tell me something about you.
Something you don't usually tell people.
Teach me. | | |
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