14 years ago today, I had my youngest son. He is the third out of my four children and he is the one who has tested every boundary I have ever put down. His love is strong and his humor is sharp. Happy Birthday Nolan I love you!
Literally overnight, I lost my child. Her love and affection seemed suddenly and completely lost to me forever. She went to bed a sweet, loving child of ten and woke up with a period and an attitude problem. I don’t want to trivialize this. It was not just an attitude. It was awful. I was not prepared for this.
My oldest daughter didn’t menstruate until she was thirteen, just like me. I blame my youngest’s excessive diet of chicken nuggets. Silently, nature declared defeat in the battle against my nurturing.
Suddenly, smiling was only for losers. And I was Queen of the loser club, gathering recruits everywhere I went. Everything that anyone in our household did or said quickly annoyed her to no end. I tried to not get offended by her sudden spurning of me, but my heart ached for the child I knew was now gone.
I called my mother one evening and was whining to her like I tend to do on most days. I told her I didn’t remember ever having an attitude like this or having hormonal rages. She scoffed and reminded me of how I treated her real quick. She also reminded me how I cried and literally stomped my feet at fourteen after being told I had eaten enough chocolate for the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for four hours after not getting tickets to the NKOTB concert, clearing delighting my parents with a break from me.
I have come to accept this inevitable change, but every now and then, I get a glimpse of my baby girl. Even so, I know the monster is just sleeping. I also know, as the mother of a grown daughter, that she will come back to me one day.
She will suddenly find herself calling me every day and missing the things she hates about me now. That is what is keeping me from despair.
I also know that by focusing on the growing pains, I am unable to see the masterpiece that is forming right in front of me. Through this suffering, a vibrant and brilliant woman will rise up ready to change the world.
In the meantime, I still have my dogs.
Her fire, faux innocence, and obsession with cats was obsessively terrifying. We hung on as a nation to see what dumb stunt would happen next on the Netflix series. We were so transfixed that we couldn’t see it was a distraction from the virus being sprayed on us all. I think I remember hearing the planes that did it.
I know. It sounds like a stretch, but at this point, after this year, anything could have happened. Anything sounds more logical than one guy eating a bat in China that caused the whole world to get sick.
I have decided that Carol Baskin was involved. And, just like any great politician, I will stand by my theory, no matter what any doctor from the CDC says
The Warning Signs
If you watch just the first episode you can see she is clearly fighting for world domination. Now that the Tiger King is out of the way, it is only logical that she would try to take down the rest of us. She won’t stop until it is just her and the cats! Ignoring her blatant mental illness, you can see the crazy anger in her eyes as she sits with a Persian cat and wears a sweater with a cat knitted on it. She thinks of herself as a cat. When I was young, I wanted to be a red crayon, but I let that shit go, Carol! I’m an adult. I know I can’t be a red crayon
Ignore this at your own risk. I tried to warn you. She may look like a harmless, deranged aunt from Ohio, but she is not to be underestimated
Proof
Guess who doesn’t have COVID?
Cats. *drops mic and walks away*
Talk first, think later. I have always had this habit and it has gotten me into trouble more times than I care to admit. I’ve been called bold, brazen, and unfiltered when in reality, I am just missing the part of the brain that makes one give two shits about the opinions of others. I also believe creativity is at its best when it is uncensored. I realize the reader may not believe that but, reminder, I am the one writing this article.
I have many unappreciated talents which include mockery, random statistic formulations, extreme sarcasm, and the uncanny ability to say anything with enough confidence and a straight face cool enough to get anyone to believe anything. I am also great at twisting or making up quotes to suit my current agenda. Basically, what I’m saying is I should definitely be President.
I think of myself as being somewhat creative and a self-diagnosed genius, so I am constantly on the lookout for new marketing strategies for my work and my blog. In addition to writing a blog, I am writing a novel and an e-book. This is after I get done with my day jobs which include managing over one hundred and eighty rental properties, listing houses, financial consulting, and credit repair.
I am also a mother to six children, two dogs, two birds, and a turtle. Mosaic making is a hobby of mine I plan to dominate when I’m done with that one guy who writes on Medium.
I won’t lie. I’ve had more great ideas that got shot down than approved by the powers that be. Apparently, risk takers are not appreciated by everyone. Luckily, I believe in myself enough for all of us. I’m not at Trump level, but close.
Picture an online advertisement for my credit repair services. The quote I suggested was, “Your face is not the only thing that needs filtering. See Kylie about giving your credit a new look too!” You see the image of someone that is truly terrible looking, but could be fixed with some filtering or plastic surgery. That was a hard no from my broker. It was one of many over the years
Imagine calling somewhere to conduct business or to make an appointment and being put on hold. Instead of hearing the soothing sounds of soft jazz, you are pleasantly surprised with the motivational sounds of hardcore rap encouraging you to be the best murdering drug dealer you can be. This was also a hard no. We are missing an entire demographic here!
Trying to sell metal detectors with the new name of Corona Detector. My husband did not approve and neither did the people I pitched it on in the elevator that day.
I have a tenant whose first name is General. I thought this was one of the most unbelievably genius names I have ever heard. I immediately approached my husband about getting my first name changed to Doctor. Just as fast, I was once again shut down.
These are just a few of the millions of unbelievably amazing ideas I have had throughout the years. I’m not resentful, but I can’t believe my ideas were trashed when a man made millions of dollars by inventing a pool noodle.
We have become ingrained in our over-sensitive, politically correct culture and I don’t like it one bit. You have to do something different if you want to be different. The definition of insanity — according to Einstein in one article and definitely not him according to some others — is to do the same thing over and over but expect a different result.
I always tell this to my friends who get in relationships constantly with the same types of crappy men. Think outside of the box. Try something different. It may be the best thing you ever did.
Optimism still seeps out of me alongside every great idea and I just know my time to shine is coming soon.
The circumstances in which one finds themselves living is not meant to be permanent. Every chapter of our life is equivalent to a different level and to grow you must level up. There is a strength from growing and gaining financially that people who have never struggled will never understand. I think to fully understand one, you must experience the other.
Awakening your prosperity is something anybody is able to do but few actually succeed in. It requires a little, old fashioned hard work and focus, which few have anymore. Those missing qualities have helped develop and maintain the bridge between the low income and higher income earners. Anyone is able to take their piece of the pie, but working for it and making smart decisions is the only way to get there.
I hope this list will provide the stimulation someone may need to get the ball rolling on creating extra income. I will not call it passive income because passive income is generated by no work at all, such as returns from being a silent investor, etc. It is a widely overused and incorrectly used description for what I term found money.
Beauty doesn’t affect change, love does. — Kylie
I hear that I am loved more now than I ever did as a child, but I feel no more loved. I saw the love given to me by the acts shown or affection felt. My family did not say, “I love you.” I wasn’t hugged daily, told good job for scribbling nonsense, or given a trophy for participating in public activities or sporting events. And guess what? I’ve turned out fine.
I saw the love in my mother’s working and cooking. I saw it with my sister’s extreme jokes on me, my brother’s care of me, and when my stepfather took me to the doctor.
I guess that I’ve turned out fine is debatable, but I definitely could have turned out a lot worse. I am caring, loyal, and a hard worker who is self-sufficient and reliable. I also like to toot my own horn. These days, entitled teens run the streets outfitted with $20,000 starter vehicles and working none for any of it. Their character reflects this.
I have said those three little words thousands of times, but the actions of love that I took for those people meant more than my words did. I still stay in the habit of saying I love you to those that are close to me. However, I want them to look back and say they saw it and felt it also.
I put my heart and soul into my cooking, along with butter, so every meal I make for my loved ones is an act of love from me. I know who loves what and cook that for their special days, from birthdays to weddings.
I hope they can taste my love. I know they can see it once the weight starts piling on.
This one is my main love language. I bully, but ever so gently, the ones I love the most. Sharing jokes, pranks, and humor with each other is definitely the way I receive love the best. Unless, of course, it’s clearly not funny and then I just extremely violent. Strangers don’t always know how to take me, but my loved ones love me for the sarcastic foul-mouthed delight that I am and wouldn’t want it any other way. Except for maybe my Grandma, God rest her soul, who got the whoopee cushion in church when I was seven.
To be considered such a bully, I am actually quite caring. I make sure everyone knows that I am the friend they can call if they need something. I’m not the one just saying that. I will call, bring food, and show up if I know something is going on in your life. I will go to the hospital to see you and call your parents “mom” and “dad”. I only gently bully the ones that I love the most. If I don’t like someone, I am just really over the top polite to them. s
At the end of the day, my point is that so many more need to show love instead of just saying it. They say it almost as an automatic response to getting off the phone or leaving the house. I’m not saying to stop saying it, but show it too!
People never forget how you made them feel. For example, my love is a fire. It will keep you warm, but it will also burn the crap out of you.
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