"The Day I Stopped Caring"
Hello loves. I am so glad that you came back. I don't have very many friends so I appreciate you sticking around. Ok, so here it is. Let me just say this, A few years I stopped caring about many things. I want to give you a list of what I stopped caring about. You may have had similar cares as well!
1. What people think-this is a HUGE one. Let me start off by saying that I don't give a crap about what people think about me. I never really cared and now, I REALLY DON'T CARE! I do not live to please people and their opinions of me. I give my all to those who I care about and the things I care about, however; anyone or anything else gets the toilet seat. <<<<<
2. Stomach fat-ladies listen, stomach fat is your friend! Stop trying to unfriend it and welcome the damn bond. It's ok, I promise. I have a serious suck in game that no one else has mastered but honey let me tell you, when I let that sucker go-it's game over! Embrace your fat friend and spend time with it. You will realize that it is your best ally. I have even mastered sitting food on top of it and my kids grab it from time to time when they want to show me something. My youngest son even uses it as a ramp for his toy cars.
3. My feet-this one is another HUGE one for me as well. Ok, so let me get this straight. I DO NOT, I REPEAT, I DO NOT go around with bad looking feet. I take alot of pride in the way my feet look. What I will say is that I inherited my fathers feet (oh, God!) and I have spent thousands of dollars trying to make them look feminine. Now, I have done a great job I may say but once the polish is off and there isn't any lotion around, its game over! So therefore, I keep the polish and lotion on and I invest in the pedi-socks. I care about my feet, I just stopped trying so hard to make them look a certain way so that I don't get the stares. Well guess what? I figured out that I am going to get the stares anyway. I have big feet! I stopped caring about trying to have "pretty feet" If this is your thing guys, move the hell on! It is what it is! Besides, I look for men who have uglier feet than mine. Ladies, if you have dog claws for toenails, paint and lotion those suckers and slip on those pretty sandals and keep it moving!
4. Passing gas-stop holding that stuff in, you are going to DIE! I suffer from it now because I used to hold it in not wanting to let the man I was dating know that I had it. Well guess what? I have it and I am passing it where it needs to be passed-in the bathroom. If you have a problem with it-too bad!
I have gotten too old to be worried about what you think about my insides, that's a battle on its own. I am a lady and I will always be a lady but I will be a lady without deadly gas too. It's not cute to walk around with a lop-sided stomach. Let that crap go, literally!
5. Cooking-ok, I must admit that God skipped over the cooking gene when He made me. I guess He thought I was beautiful enough and He gave me more than enough intelligence to last several life times. I am not the cook. I love to eat but I am not the COOK! You may ask, "can you cook?" the answer is, "yes." I just don't like to. I always date men who can cook. It takes the pressure off. I cook enough for my children to survive. They are still living so its edible and it works. I used to stress myself out because I would come home from work, take care of everyone and everything, and try to make a Martha Stewart meal. Not anymore! Listen, if my kids say that they want Waffles and Cheetos for dinner, my response is, "add some Green Beans and you can have it!" DEAD SERIOUS! I am raising them on my own and I am not making any excuses but I am not going to stress myself out about it and die an early death because of the stress. I would hate to get to heaven and someone ask me, "why are you here so early?" My response would be, "well, I was so stressed about whether to cook Steak and Asparagus, Beenie Weenies or Hamburger Helper that I passed out and went into cardiac arrest!" NOT THIS WOMAN! So, therefore I cook what I can and leave the rest to all of those good people who open nice restaurants and they hire the best chef's in the land. Many of those places are open 24-7, what a perfect time for us!
Listen, the point of this post is to encourage you or someone you know. Don't get bent out of shape! Life is not that serious! Let loose every now and again! Don't allow others opinion of you shape who you are, what you do and how you do it-be like Nike and JUST DO IT!
Signing off,
The Single Mother Who Doesn't Give A Damn
1. What people think-this is a HUGE one. Let me start off by saying that I don't give a crap about what people think about me. I never really cared and now, I REALLY DON'T CARE! I do not live to please people and their opinions of me. I give my all to those who I care about and the things I care about, however; anyone or anything else gets the toilet seat. <<<<<
2. Stomach fat-ladies listen, stomach fat is your friend! Stop trying to unfriend it and welcome the damn bond. It's ok, I promise. I have a serious suck in game that no one else has mastered but honey let me tell you, when I let that sucker go-it's game over! Embrace your fat friend and spend time with it. You will realize that it is your best ally. I have even mastered sitting food on top of it and my kids grab it from time to time when they want to show me something. My youngest son even uses it as a ramp for his toy cars.
3. My feet-this one is another HUGE one for me as well. Ok, so let me get this straight. I DO NOT, I REPEAT, I DO NOT go around with bad looking feet. I take alot of pride in the way my feet look. What I will say is that I inherited my fathers feet (oh, God!) and I have spent thousands of dollars trying to make them look feminine. Now, I have done a great job I may say but once the polish is off and there isn't any lotion around, its game over! So therefore, I keep the polish and lotion on and I invest in the pedi-socks. I care about my feet, I just stopped trying so hard to make them look a certain way so that I don't get the stares. Well guess what? I figured out that I am going to get the stares anyway. I have big feet! I stopped caring about trying to have "pretty feet" If this is your thing guys, move the hell on! It is what it is! Besides, I look for men who have uglier feet than mine. Ladies, if you have dog claws for toenails, paint and lotion those suckers and slip on those pretty sandals and keep it moving!
4. Passing gas-stop holding that stuff in, you are going to DIE! I suffer from it now because I used to hold it in not wanting to let the man I was dating know that I had it. Well guess what? I have it and I am passing it where it needs to be passed-in the bathroom. If you have a problem with it-too bad!
I have gotten too old to be worried about what you think about my insides, that's a battle on its own. I am a lady and I will always be a lady but I will be a lady without deadly gas too. It's not cute to walk around with a lop-sided stomach. Let that crap go, literally!
5. Cooking-ok, I must admit that God skipped over the cooking gene when He made me. I guess He thought I was beautiful enough and He gave me more than enough intelligence to last several life times. I am not the cook. I love to eat but I am not the COOK! You may ask, "can you cook?" the answer is, "yes." I just don't like to. I always date men who can cook. It takes the pressure off. I cook enough for my children to survive. They are still living so its edible and it works. I used to stress myself out because I would come home from work, take care of everyone and everything, and try to make a Martha Stewart meal. Not anymore! Listen, if my kids say that they want Waffles and Cheetos for dinner, my response is, "add some Green Beans and you can have it!" DEAD SERIOUS! I am raising them on my own and I am not making any excuses but I am not going to stress myself out about it and die an early death because of the stress. I would hate to get to heaven and someone ask me, "why are you here so early?" My response would be, "well, I was so stressed about whether to cook Steak and Asparagus, Beenie Weenies or Hamburger Helper that I passed out and went into cardiac arrest!" NOT THIS WOMAN! So, therefore I cook what I can and leave the rest to all of those good people who open nice restaurants and they hire the best chef's in the land. Many of those places are open 24-7, what a perfect time for us!
Listen, the point of this post is to encourage you or someone you know. Don't get bent out of shape! Life is not that serious! Let loose every now and again! Don't allow others opinion of you shape who you are, what you do and how you do it-be like Nike and JUST DO IT!
Signing off,
The Single Mother Who Doesn't Give A Damn
