YGWM Ignorant Bitches & Friday Eye-Candy
Sep 3, 2009 All Things X, Current Events, Friday Eye Candy, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Parenting, Ranteriffic, Sound Off/Debate, You've Got Wicked Mail
Happy M-F-ing FRIDAY!
I only have ONE open letter this week. Not because there aren’t any other assholes that need me to tell them that I stole their lube and shoved this rusty pipe up their asses dry and with fervor. Because I am really ____ about this sudden critic outrage and aim toward our President’s plan to talk about education with our kids.
We all know that I avoid political debate and discussion on my blog. Mainly because I am not an expert and I do not feel comfortable debating things that I am not 100% secure in my knowledge of.
But this issue is different for me. With that, I shall open letter.
Dear Ignorant Critics, Parents, and Anyone Else Applicable:
I have read several articles, sides, opinions and the plan of discussion that was made public to us as U.S. Citizens. For anyone to bash a person for being INVOLVED with our children’s motivation to take their education seriously is both asinine and ignorance at it’s finest. Many of us never had someone who was a positive influence … a ROLE model … sit down and help motivate us to look at education and the benefits of staying in school, trying our damnedest to be successful at whatever it is that we wanted to do AND understanding just how God damned important it is to take it seriously.
Many children still do not have this. Their parents are drug addicts. They are being beaten down by someone or something and do not have the energy nor the means to pay any attention to these kids’ futures. They are gang members. Some of these kids are being physically, sexually and emotionally abused. Many kids come from broken homes, where the parent in their lives desperately wants to be an active part, but with 2+ jobs and a struggling economy, they simply cannot.
How is this interest … this … DESIRE to actually give a shit about the future leaders of our Nation propaganda? How is it a motive to indoctrinate children with ’socialist ideology’? I am seriously asking here. I am confused as to how it is different than any other President’s or First Lady’s attempt to be active in the lives of our young people.
Furthermore, I cannot imagine why a parent would threaten to TAKE THEIR CHILD out of school to prove a point? Please clarify what point this actually proves. Is it 1) proving that you actually really don’t care about your kids education? Because having them miss a day of school over an hour of EDUCATION AND WHY IT IS IMPORTANT discussions with our Nation’s Leader … doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Is it 2) that really, you did not / DO not want President Obama to actually BE our President? So supporting anything he says or does be it good, bad or indifferent … would be completely going against your beliefs?
Either way. Ignorant to the ignorantest level. Why? Because you are slighting your children. Why not offer an alternative for the kids that would not like to hear what the President has to say. ASK THEM what they want to do. And, if they are uninterested in hearing from their President, maybe their option is to write a paper discussing what education means to them. What do they plan on doing with their education? Why is important to stay in school? Because really … isn’t that the goal? Isn’t that what we need our kids to be doing? Staying in school? Going to college or military or apprenticeship or vocational training? Isn’t the reason why we are parents … to ensure that we provide the necessary tools for our kids to be the best at whatever it is that they want to do?
Well, kind Sir’s and Ma’am’s: Denying them the right to learn something … to be positively inspired … to possibly CHANGE the life of a less fortunate kid somewhere … is doing the complete opposite. I like to refer to this whole thing simply as “hating.” I say, stop hating. Knock it off. And, think about it. It’s all I am saying. I for one will make sure that, if my child is not allowed the opportunity to listen to our President speak, will be dismissing him from class to watch it with me at home and then returning him to school to finish out his day.
C.
Oh and one last thing. This is not about WHO the President is. It is about the MESSAGE that the President is attempting to spread. I would have the same reaction if any other President was slammed for doing something positive that directly affected my kids.
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Lastly, a Friday Eye Candy that is a direct request from Tarable. She wants to see some Anthony Kiedis.
And with that, the floor is open. Get it all out people. We have an extended weekend ahead of us.
What are your thoughts on the issue? Sound off!
Tags: anthony kiedis, education, music, parents, President Obama, protestor, red hot chili peppers, school
“Where There is Love… I’ll Be There”
Jun 25, 2009 Current Events, I Forgot to Tag, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Today is a sad day. (Or yesterday if you are in another place on the globe… or reading this on Friday)
I am heartbroken. Like, my heart hurts in my chest right now.
I have something important to say. I need to get it out. Sooo… If you don’t like it, then don’t ever in your life come back here again.
It is tacky and tasteless to talk shit about a person after they die. Especially when that person changed a good portion of my generations lives at one point or another. Especially less than 6 hours after they pass away. Especially when that person obviously had some sort of psychological issues related to the fact that he lived in a fishbowl from as far back as he could remember.
I get that many people dislike his eccentric and questionably inappropriate behaviors. I truly do. In fact, when all of the accusations came to light, I was angry. I had a hard time listening to his music with the same level of respect as before. Lets be real. I told jokes and talked shit. It took me a long time to really get past whatever I thought he may have done. I was more in disbelief than I could ever put into blog form because for all of my life for as far back as I can remember…
I idolized this man. I loved him. His music, his music, his music. His dance. His imagination in his videos. His talent. His heart.
I danced the Thriller dance. Like a pro. Billie Jean was most definitely not my lover. I Rocked with MJ all night. I didn’t stop til’ I got Enough. I told every one I knew to Beat It as often as it was applicable, and sometimes even when it wasn’t. I PYT’d on a regular basis. I checked with the (wo)Man in the Mirror. I mastered the moonwalk … and when the time came to hold hands with my neighbor … I did and sang every last word of We Are the World.
It is not funny to make jokes right now. It just isn’t. Like it or not, Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. He spent decades entertaining us. Inspiring us. Making us laugh. And love. And sing. And most of all … dance.
His music has a way of making you happy. I can’t think of one single MJ song that I don’t turn up as loud as I can when I hear it. (Okay maybe just a couple) But you get my point. When I work out, I always start my run with PYT. That song can take me from meltdown moment to a whole new me just by hearing it. Ask any one of my girls that were in Nashville.
PYT is MY song. So is Dirty Diana. Heal the World. Black or White. Remember the Time. Blah. How do I even begin to list them all?!
I am not a bandwagon riding, renewed fan who is all of a sudden all MJ all the time because he passed. I have always been a fan of MJ. Even after the jokes and the odd things he did. Even after the court settlement. Even after he named his kid Blanket. (I mean, REALLY?! who names their kid that?!) I have honestly grown to feel sorry for him. Not like ‘awwwww’ feeling sorry. Because that is not even close to it. I just couldn’t imagine a life like that. I have no idea what it would have felt like to put a pair of his shoes on. I couldn’t imagine living in the kind of fishbowl he had spent his whole life living in.
What I do know is that Micheal Jackson having everything anyone could have ever possibly dreamed of wanting is real life proof that it doesn’t buy happiness.
So do me a favor. Please. Don’t bother leaving your negative ass opinion. Or your sick joke.
Instead, close your eyes and try to think of at least one moment in your life where one of his songs made you happy. Where it gave you that pep in your step. Where you grabbed a hairbrush and sang “Don’t stop til you get enough” as if you were him. In concert. Hold that memory with you. Right next to your heart.
Because above all, beyond anything, all he ever wanted was to give you that.
If you feel like it, share your favorite MJ song/video… and if it has a memory attached… I would love to hear it.
Tags: death, inspiration, joke, love, michael jackeson, music
Play That Funky Music, White Girl
Jun 7, 2009 Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Random, Ranteriffic, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, bitch
How was your weekend? What did you do? Mine was jam-packed, but not in a bad way.
Apparently I missed the memo that covered the following:
1) People are fucking negative
2) We are not, for any reason what so ever, allowed to have any fun on a beautiful day… especially not a Friday.
3) Haters are taking over the world.
On Friday, Tara came and picked me up from work to go hit up this place in Ballard that had been abandoned by tenants and the landlords had posted an ad on craigslist to offer up the goods for free. Tara desperately needs a couch, so it was totally worth going by to check it out. No couches worth snagging, but we got a dresser for Charli. All it needed was a new coat of paint. (which I did today because I am so productive and awesome.)
On our way there, we were listening to … rap music … loudly … like good little girls do on a sunny Friday in Seattle. (if you have never been to Seattle on a beautiful day… words do it no justice.) Our windows down, music blaring… singing with pretend microphones as if we were in concert… and we started noticing dirty looks, upturned noses and people rolling their windows up (read: 7). <— REALLY?!
To all of you fucking Negative Nancy’s and Norman’s out there: “K.I.M.B.A.” (kiss it: my beautiful ass.)
I am so sick of the negativity in the world today. Like, soooooooooo o o o o o sick of it.
SO WHAT if the music is blaring?
SO WHAT if it isn’t your genre?
SO WHAT if I am singing like a stray cat in heat at the top of my lungs.
Just allow 2 amazingly beautiful, positive girls to live their lives and have a little bit of fun. That is all I am saying.
This weekend taught Tara and I that our friendship isn’t flawless. We had a misunderstanding, and realized that as much as we thought we could just look at each other and just know what the other person is thinking… sometimes we don’t. And that is okay. It is humbling to know that if I need to tell my best friend about herself, I can and she will accept it for what it is, and vice versa. We also learned that it is okay to be mad as long as we talk about it and move forward.
I think our friendship went a little deeper than before this weekend. She is my Louise. <3
Lastly:
(While watching Kendra. YES I watch Kendra. She is funny, so shutit.)
Me: “If we had a bachelorette pad, we would have a stripper pole.”
Tarable: “Yep. And a double shower.”
Me: “With glass doors. We would have big fat shower orgies.”
Tarable: “I want mirrors everywhere.”
Me: “I want mirrors in the shower.”
Tarable: (cracking the fuck up.) “You are SUCH a slut.”
Me: “WHAT!?”
Tarable: “SUCH a slut.”
What is your favorite movie?
Would you have a stripper pole in your house?
What about mirrors in your shower?
Do you need to tell someone to K.I.M.B.A today?
Tags: HI HATER, music, negative, road trip, seattle, thelma and louise
Musical Band Aids
May 12, 2009 Family, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms
Today I was reminded of a couple of things. The only one worth mentioning in public forum is that music is an amazing band-aid.
I have written many a blog about how much music affects me. Even on the days where I need complete silence in order to function properly (which rarely ever happens anymore) music still takes on a primary role in my day to day functioning.
I am always singing… humming… referencing music in everything that I do.
Don’t believe me?!
Last week on date night, D and I were sitting at the restaurant and he could not stop yawning. (yes I am that boring)
D: (yawning)”I think I am going to order some coffee.”
Me: “yeah you aren’t gonna fall asleep on me this time.” (long story)
When the coffee comes:
Me: (singing loudly and out of nowhere as he takes a sip) “I GUESS YOU’RE JUST WHAT I NEEDED!!!!!!!”
D: “Wow. Really?!”
Me: “Yep.”
D: (Taking another sip)
Me: “JUST WHAT I NEEDED!”
D: “Knock it off”
Me: “sorry.”
I really wasn’t sorry though because in the course of our meal I busted at least 2 more 80’s hair band-esque tunes out at appropriate times. I truly believe that one of the reasons that D and I are meant to be is our shared love of being dorky together… but also the shared love of music. D makes up songs for everything. As I write this song he is singing about his love for butter… Not kidding.
Today in a moment of frustration, I plugged into my i-tunes and pressed shuffle. I swear to Goddess that my i-tunes is like a fucking mood ring. It picks precisely the song I need to hear at the moment I need to hear it most. As if it is plugged into my brain or something…. weird….
Anyway, I got caught up in this moment and a bit of the ugly side of me peeked out and allowed my heart rate to rise and my blood to boil a little bit because I felt like I wasn’t being heard… and that my reasonings weren’t being understood. Sometimes my defense mechanism has a tendency to take over my thinking simply to protect my heart… and I spit venom when it is not always necessary to do so. It is something that I work on daily… but I am not perfect.
In the midst of this frustration, I pressed play and “No Rain” came on. That has to be the happiest song ever. It makes me want to wear a bee costume and spin around in circles while it plays in the background on repeat.
I listened to it over and over until I had no choice but to smile.
When I am insert emotion here, music has the ability to allow me to revel in it or it can pull me out of it as quickly as the emotion took over.
I don’t listen to much new music. I have a hard time finding a free moment to browse new artists/albums/singles… so I play it safe and stick to what I know. Usually. Unless someone recommends something good… I usually stay in the music safe zone and listen to all of the music that has impacted my life prior to my current chaos. D is good for new hip-hop/jazz/soul suggestions… but that is not what I am specifically interested in. I love good panty droppers just like the rest of us… but not always.
Do you have any new music suggestions? I always accept free music… and my birthday is quickly approaching… (hint hint but keep the screaming music and tear in my beer shit to yourself hint hint.)
I couldn’t imagine my life in silence, with no music to get me through the day. I wouldn’t want to wish deaf ears upon anyone… because if you all feel like I do… a deaf silence could be just enough of a push to send me over the edge.
Do you have a song that is your musical band aid?
Do you remember the first cassette/CD you ever owned?
What is the very first music video you remember seeing?
What kind (if any) mp3 player do you own? Would you go back to discman’s or stay with the mp3?
What is the ONE song right now that you just cannot get enough of? (it doesnt have to be new…)
Tags: blind melon, CD, ipod, mtv, music, playlist, sing, smile, song, video
Green Jello Surprise
Dec 25, 2008 Parenting, Random
Do you remember when you were a kid and you would wake up on Christmas morning and it was as if the tree vomited beautifully wrapped gifts out into the family room floor?
The immense buzz of not knowing exactly what is inside of each carefully wrapped present is indescribable.
I cannot remember a Christmas where I didn’t get at least 1 of my wishes sent in form of a Santa Letter. My grandparents did a great deal of the Santa’ing in our family being that we were financially strapped for most of my tweenage years. Regardless, I always remember being so grateful for what I received. It meant a lot that ‘Santa’ was listening, and in the long run, it meant that much more that Santa did not always come through with each and every want that I had.
As a kid I probably whined that I wanted this and that and only received this, but deep down I knew the reason why.
Life lessons are funny that way.
I look at the people in the world that have everything and for a split second I become a bowl of green jello, wishing that I could be them and have what they have. I imagine the things that I would do with the money in their checking accounts, and the balances on their American Express Cards… giving my kids the lavishest holidays imaginable.
Only for that split second though because the Today’s happen. The genuine gratitude from an 8 year old is something that I wish I could bottle up and prescribe to every single ungrateful snob I know. (I know too many ungrateful fucking snobs, I swear) Xavier did not get a single thing on his list because we 1) couldn’t afford it or 2) couldn’t find it and he was still absolutely elated. He beamed and hugged and thanked us for giving him the ‘best Christmas yet’. He got an Mp3 player with 200 songs already loaded on it, and he hasn’t taken the earbuds out of his ear all day.
That brings me back down from my envious pedestal in the clouds to certain reality. My kids are grounded. They don’t need extravagance. And I do not want to give it to them. I want them to remember Christmas as more than presents. I want them to give more than they receive. Because, that is what the holiday season is about to me. Even if that gift is as small as a compliment or sharing a special recipe or memory with someone who needs a smile. I constantly remind X about the feeling of good that comes with helping out someone less fortunate than we are. We have been the less fortunate before, and because of others believing in the spirit of giving we were able to get through some of the toughest times of our lives.
I hope that because of these moments, he will remain well rounded and appreciative of our firm stance on what we believe to be important.
I had a great Christmas. A relaxed day of great food and family. Being that D and I already spent our gift money on our date, there wasn’t much for us to open. To be honest, this is the first year that it truly did not matter to me. Call me all growed up, but all of the Christmas’s before… I really wanted something special for me under the tree.
Little did I know, there actually was something special. *grin*
I got a Flute for Christmas. An immaculate flute that has barely even ever been touched by the previous owner. I think I maybe mentioned it one time….. that I would love it to have the ability to play again… and there it was, under my tree. For me.
Maybe one day my CharliBear will take after her band geek mommy and I can pass it down to her. Until then, I will be practicing. I might even let those close to me hear me play again.
I am off to give D his belated Christmas present. A blow-job. Wrapped with a pretty pink lipgloss bow. 
What did you do for Christmas this year?
Did you have anything under the tree from Santa? (I dont want to hear ‘nothing special’ either.)
What charity do you most support? If you could do one thing for that charity, money and time being no object… what would that be? *Be creative peeps. *
Tags: band geek, elaborate affair, flute, green jello, immaculate, morals, mp3 player, music, Parenting, surprise
