The Fab, Awsome & Stupid at 16

So this weeks Theme Thursday is "What would I say to my 16 year old self?" Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe that is the topic. You'll know how great and funny and just fabulous Something Clever 2.0 is but to me she's totally awesomely awesome...why?? Because I already did a post about what I would say to my 16 year old self like 4 months ago and that means I get a free pass this week and also I can work on other posts. Guys I have so many new ideas all I need is like 5 hours of no interruptions and I'm good (which will never come so be patient and I'll post them one at a time) oh and NO I'm not doing another list. I barely came up with those 16. So click here and enjoy.

This post is part of Theme Thursday.
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Funerals

What can I say about funerals? I hate funerals. Even thought I may not show it thru my blog I am a sensitive person. Funerals bring out the worst in me. For the last couple of years it seems every year I’ve had to attend one or two funerals.

I just really really hate them. It’s the final goodbye and I’m never ready to say that. I always feel that I need one more day. My worst funeral experience was for a 14yr old boy. I really didn’t want to see the body. He was just a child. Children don’t deserve to die. But I had to because his parents were next to him and I wanted to say to them how sorry I was for their loss. I tried not to look at his face but the eyes just go there and I will never forget looking at him and remembering who he was.

I think all funerals need to be closed casket. Remember the people the way they were not what they look like in death.

When I die one day I hope my sons and my husband (if he’s still alive) have the good sense to have a closed casket or have me cremated. At that point I’ll be dead and I won’t care. I never understand people that have all these demands on how they want their funeral to be, which casket they want, food to be served after the funeral, the kind of stone they want at their grave. Who cares…you’re dead; stop wasting living people’s money. Funerals cost a fortune and I’m sure even though loved ones feel obligated to give the best funereal they can in reality they would have preferred to do something very small or nothing at all to save money. Once you’re dead do you really need the $10,000 casket….NO! You’re dead, you’re going to rotten any way you look at it so don’t spend money on unnecessary things.

I want my funeral to be simple; simple casket (unless they cremate me) & a small spot at a grave. Please no big stones or strobe lights that say…HEY LOOK HOW MUCH MONEY MY FAMILY SPENT ON ME (and now they're bankrupt), THEY MUST HAVE REALLY LOVED ME!!

This post is part of Theme Thursday.
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Help a fellow blogger

I'm writing this post in hopes of helping out a fellow blogger Julescam. She's adopted and would love to find her birth mother. If you can help in anyway it's greatly appreciated.
Below is her story & here is a link to her page and orginal post

 

You may not know this, but I was adopted. I was born on June 27, 1973 in Houston TX. My biological mother was 15 at the time with red hair and green eyes. I was adopted from DePelchin children’s home at 9 days old to wonderful parents who, in my belief, have raised me VERY well. BUT..that doesn’t stop me from trying to figure out who my biological parents are!

I have been to the Houston courts 3 different times to ask to have my records opened. Even after all adoption records were made available, the judge would not give me mine. She advised me that there was nothing in the record that could help me in any way. Why she didn’t let me figure that out for myself, I have no clue. The last time I went to court, I was pregnant with Little Man. I was 31 years old. I had a letter from my adoptive parents, a letter from my doctor, and was VERY curious about my biological medical history. It’s been another 8 years and I was told yet again NO. It’s VERY frustrating!

So here’s the deal. If anyone knows of a woman that was 15 years old in 1973 and had a kid whom I’m guessing her parents made her give up for adoption (or maybe she wanted to, who knows) and lived in the Houston area in 1973 please help me. I am not trying to get another parent, but wouldn’t you like to know who gave birth to you? In the records that I received from DePelchin (and I have NO clue where they are now – my parents shared them with me as a teen), my biological mother had red hair and green eyes. I don’t remember what it said about her height and weight. My supposed father was American Indian and was over 6 feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I don’t know if that is true or a fabrication to protect the actual father or if she was raped. It doesn’t matter to me, I would just like to know her. I would just REALLY like to know my biological mother. It’s almost been 40 years so she would be in her 50′s now. I would have no idea where she lives but I know when I was born, it was in Houston, TX.

Once Upon A Time....their was vomit and banana stains on my couch

A couple of weeks ago My Life As Lucille asked me to guest post for The Epistolarians. I was honored, this was the first time anyone asked me to guest post. You know what it means to guest post...I'm officially famous (& completely delusional). Anyway I wrote what I'm most familiar with...kids and vomit and Viola! its been published. Click here to read my post. 

Double Award, Double The Fun!

In the last week I was given TWO great awards. The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers from Meara from My Home Is With You and The Liebster from My Life In The Nuthouse. Honestly I don’t even know what’s going on here. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always know I was super cool (not), awesome (not), fantastic (not) but this, this is GREAT! Although not that great cause to be honest I’m not that interesting and these awards require you to list like 100 greatest things about me. Never one to give up here I go and hopefully you’ll stay awake for most of this. I'll like to thank both of these ladies for the nominations. I honestly do feel honored to get them.

My First Award:

The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers

Here are the rules 

You are to thank the blogger who gave this award to you, include the logo in your post, note 7 things about yourself and pass the award to 7 other bloggers.

Thank You Meara from My Home Is With You. I wasn’t even in the know about this wonderful woman. The obstacles she’s had to endure in the last couple of months would break anyone and she’s had to do it while caring for her two small kids. She really is an inspiration to all of us and I wish her and her family many years of happiness and joy. Even thought I didn’t know about her before I am so glad that she found me and I look forward to reading her blog for a long time. Thank you again Meara.

7 Interesting, fun, insignificant things about me:

1. I love reading about celebrities. I’m a totally celebrity junky and probably know about their lives a lot more than I should

2. I love doing people’s hair even thought I never wanted to be a hairstylist.

3. As a kid and even now I can honestly say my career choice is to be a lawyer. I’m not one but that is the only thing that I would want to go to college for

4. I hate science. No matter how hard I try to understand the whole thing it just doesn’t seep in. I barely passed all my science classes in high school

5. I met my husband in Europe and brought him here to America.

6. I have a unique (read: to me ugly) name and vowed to never give my kids weird names that would be hard for them here in America. I’ve succeeded with my second kid but my older boy has already asked to have his name changed cause people have a hard time pronouncing it. Seriously how hard can it be to pronounce a 5 letter word even if it did have any xyz in it (BTW it doesn’t)

7. I have a crazy obsession with Chap Stick. Like I will not go anywhere if I don’t have it and if it happens that one is not within my hand reach I go into full blown panic attack. Its so bad that even my husband makes sure that there is plenty of Chap Stick supply in our home

Here is the part where I nominated 7 awesome bloggers. Here’s the problem. I haven’t had a chance to explore many new bloggers lately and all the ones that I do read have already been nominated like 100 times and I’m sure they would kill me if I put their name down. Don’t misunderstand. We are all grateful and love the attention of getting these awards but a person has only so many 7 random facts to come up with. So here’s what I propose; if you’re reading this post and you have a blog and you have 7 more random, significant, insignificant, interesting, boring things that you would like to share with us…..YOU WIN, I’M AWARDING YOU THE SISTERHOOD OF THE WORLD BLOGGERS! Also let me know that you’ve done a post because I would love to meet some new bloggers or read more things about the bloggers I already know.

My Second Award:

The Liebster Award

Here are the Rules:

1. Each blogger should post 11 random facts about themselves.

2. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you and then create 11 new questions for the bloggers you pass the award to.

3. Choose 11 new bloggers (with less than 200 followers) to pass the award to and link them in your post.

4. Go back to their page and tell them about the award.

5. No tag backs.

11 Random, boring, useless facts about me:

* The job that I have now is the longest held job ever (over 5 years). I’ve always been employed more or less but between traveling to Europe for a couple of years when the hubs and I first started dating & having a child and staying home with him I pretty much jumped from job to job for some years

* For many many reason I no longer speak with my mom (maybe a post one day). This does break my heart and it’s the hardest thing I ever had to do

* I am really great with directions. I can go somewhere once and know how to get there next time without directions. However I work in Downtown Manhattan and I cannot for the life of me go anywhere around here. I get lost all the time.

* I’m a very picky eater which should mean I’m skinny but I’m not

* My kids who are 7 & 4 have only been to McDonald’s a handful of times. Never to Burger King or Wendy’s. My dream is to say my kids who are 20 & 17 have only been to McDonald’s less than 10 times and they hate their food

* Even thought I’ve lived in NY for more than 20 years if I had an opportunity to move to another state I would do it today

* I hate hate the winter

* I still have 95% of all my teeth. Considering that both of my parents and grandparents lost their teeth before they were 30 I’m doing really good

* I once tried Shrimp Chips (yes it’s exactly what it sounds like, it’s an Asian thing)….it was the most disgusting thing I ever ever tried

* Even thought I’m as white as it gets (pale skin, blue eyes, light hair) I’m confused for being Colombian all the time simply because I have full lips

* My tickets for the FUN. concert have finally arrived (I had to throw that bit in)

11 Questions I have to answer:

1. What is your most frustrating moment in the morning?

Waking up late and not having time for coffee on top of which my kids are all over me when all I’m trying to do is get ready and go to work. My husband has to take care of their needs Monday-Friday mornings.  

2. What is the most embarrassing thing your child/children said when they were young.

I don’t get embarrassed easily. The only thing I could think that would maybe embarrass me is I was in the supermarket with my little boy and he was sitting in the cart. I turned around to get something from a shelf and he yells “mom, mom here” so without looking I ask “what?” and he yells “bugger, I took it out and I don’t know what to do with it”?

3. What is the grossest thing you have found in the laundry from your little ones/husband?

Nothing yet, this is because my kids/hubs throw their clothes all over the house most of the time and I put it in the laundry basket.

4. What is the best job you have ever had?

Staying at home with my first son for the first 2 years. I so wish I had this with my second boy.

5. What is the worst job you ever had?

I worked in a sweat shop factory when I was very young (yes in America). I’ll never forget the smell of the people or their food. I know it’s not their fault but OMG it’s a smell that stays with you for life.

6. Least favorite thing you have to do daily?

Wash dishes…I HATE DOING DISHES

7. How many minutes to get for your shower?

I’ve reached a point where I take as long as I want. This however means that I have to turn off my shower at least 3 times and say “yes honey” (listen to what they say) and than say “ok, I’m taking a shower now can you tell your dad”.

8. What is your favorite comfort food?

I love potatoes. Send me on an island with only potatoes to eat and I’ll be happy.

9. What is the nicest compliment your better half has ever said to you?

I asked him once why he chose me to marry and he said I was the first girl that said no to him. He liked that I had a mind of my own and had my own opinions.

10. Why did you start blogging?

To become famous….NO. Mainly because I read a couple of bloggers and thought hey I got stuff to say and maybe just maybe someone would be interested in reading it.

11. What do you like most about a man?

Really?? Ummm let’s see….there’s a reason why I prefer a man over a woman

11 of my questions:

1. If you could go back in time would you still marry the person you are with now?

2. How do you feel about Overachieving Mom’s?

3. What does your husband do that pisses you off the most?

4. If money, patience and childcare were no object how many kids would you have?

5. Who is your favorite blogger (less than 200 followers)?

6. If you could switch lives with anyone (famous or not) who would it be and why?

7. What type of doctor do you hate going to the most?

8. When you were little what was your dream job?

9. What is your greatest fear about your kids?

10. What is the one thing in your life you cannot live without?

11. What is a secret thing you do that only certain people know?

Same rules apply as above about nominating bloggers for this award.

 

IT IS MY CHOICE

This week’s topic for ThemeThursday is to write about something controversial. I’ve been thinking about this since last Thursday and wasn’t really sure if I would participate. There are many controversial topics to choose from but I just didn’t “feel” any of them plus I had just done 2 controversial topics like a week before and thought I had caused enough controversy in my blog for one lifetime but as usual I never walk away from a challenge. You can read about those topics here and here.

So as it usually happens to me I get ideas either late at night right before I’m about to fall asleep (which causes me to forget a lot of important info) or when I’m on the train (don’t ask I have no clue). This time it happened as I was walking up the stairs from the train….abortion (*and the room goes silent*). Ok are you still here

Every since I’ve been old enough to think for myself I never understood why it is a controversial subject. My opinion is that it’s my body and my choice what I choose to do with it. Plain and simple. The government, those protesters standing in front of abortion clinics, my family, my boyfriend and going as far as even my husband cannot and should not have a right to tell me what to do with my body.

Why do other people (especially strangers) think they have a right to tell me weather I should have a baby? Are they going to help me raise it? Chances are NO. So who give them the right to dictate how I’m going to live my life. Why is this even a debate??

Now a little bit on a side note. I know some will say that abortion is killing a baby. Well I say no I’m not, it’s not a baby yet. If a woman chooses to have an abortion before 12 weeks of pregnancy it’s only a fetus. It’s not a real baby. It’s tiny…the size of a kidney bean. It hasn’t developed into anything.

I “love" the people that are of opinion that YOU MUST HAVE THE BABY and than so many times these woman know they don’t want to keep the baby so they give it up for adoption. The lucky ones get adopted but what happens to the unlucky ones….or worst yet what about those really poor countries, kids die in those orphanages…so you going to sit there and tell me it’s better for me to have a baby, give it up for adoption, have it maybe die because there are no funds to take care of it rather than have an abortion when its not even a baby yet, its just a fetus….GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.

I have many other examples why I think it’s a woman’s choice to have an abortion but this is suppose to be a post not a book so the above is just one example.

Like I said at the beginning…this is a no brainier for me….

Click below to find what other controversial topics other bloggers talked about this week.

I am epically awesome....and a douche bag

Sometimes I really am a douche bag. I mean here’s an awesome blogger My Life As Lucille awarding me with the Epically Awesome Award of Epic Awesomeness and what do I do…..I wait for like 3 weeks to accept it…I am in a way a bloghole but more of an asshole. So without waiting even more and having her take it away here it is.

The Rules For The Epically Awesome Award of Awesomeness

1. Tell 10 epic and/or awesome facts about yourself. That's it

2. Pass this onto to 10 other epically awesome bloggers

10 things I think might be epic, awesome or whatever

about me or not depending on your opinion

1. I am a clean freak. I have been one since I was about 16. When I was younger my mom was the clean freak and all I kept thinking about was the day that I could move out and live in my own filth without anyone telling me to clean up. Of course by the time I got old enough to move out I had already gotten the disease and I actually couldn’t wait to move out cause my mom was no longer clean to my standards. She’s a clean woman don’t get me wrong but I went thru this phase of my life where I would be down on all fours cleaning square by square of our kitchen floor first with Alex, than Mr. Clean and at the end with Windex to give it a shine. Of course now that I have kids they don't allow me to be a clean freak and that drives me crazy...a lot of times.

2. I graduated High School on time. I know this doesn’t seem like a big achievement and if my kids put this one day as an achievement I will kick they little sh*t butts cause HELLO ass you’re suppose to graduate on time. But I’m proud of this because (even though my High School wasn’t bad it is/was average) out of the 5 girls that I hung with I’m the only one that graduated on time. So there I’m proud of that.

3. I’ve been published just like My Life As Lucille except on a smaller scale. Back when I was in my early 20’s I had notice for a couple of years (and it still happens today) that the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza is taken down on the 6^th of January every year. The 6^th of January happens to be Christmas Eve for my religion (Greek Orthodox, no I’m not Greek that is just my religion) so it got me thinking were the organizers of The Christmas Tree doing this on purpose (I found our later no they aren’t, there’s an actual reason for this but I forgot what it is and I’m too lazy to Google now). Anyway the local newspaper had a page dedicated to “Voice of the People” and it was basically a page that printed almost anything and everything an individual wanted to write about either a complaint or compliment for New York. Well I wrote something like “Why is the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza taken down every year on January 6^th? Last time I checked Catholicism is not the only religion in New York or the world?” and they published it!

4. I gave birth to a 9.3oz baby. NO NOT NATURALLY…CAN YOU IMAGINE. Why is this epic…well because 1. I say so and 2. because I’m 5’5” and was (notice was) 115lbs and after my 7^th month people who saw me on the street either thought I was carrying twins (no just one baby), was due any day now (no I had two more months to go) and when the last two would be said to them they would look at me like “OMG this girl is going to explode” and they would get this look of pure horror in their eyes.

5. I was prom queen in High School. No I wasn’t chosen by the people it was one of those things where before you entered prom you had to put your name on a piece of paper and if they pulled out your name YOU WIN! Well there I was sitting at my table and they start calling names and they get to queen and said a name that sounded like mine but there was another girl there that had a similar name so I thought they were calling her name. So I just sit there. Than they say the name again and my friend is like that’s you and I’m like no it’s not and than I notice the whole senior glass is staring at me and the lights are on me and I was OH SHIT I WON….BTW this is the only thing I’ve won EVER in my life….I’ll take winning the lottery over winning this…I’ll trade whoever is in charge (not really….yes really)

6. I am one of the most sarcastic people EVER. Family & friends have been telling me this for years, my older son started noticing this recently and doesn’t appreciate it much but he’ll come around….they all do. It’s contagious.  Also I make people laugh ALL THE TIME.

Apparently I’m not so epic or awesome I can’t think of anything beyond this point.

Ok ok I got a few more

7. I’m an awesome cook. I know this because my husband used to be skinny and now he’s not. I know this because the last time my friends came over and I was feeling lazy and decided to order pizza my son and my friend’s son both complain and demanded that I must cook next time because my cooking is awesome!

8. I am a great friend. I’ve maintained a friendship with 4 girls for the last 19 years (for those counting since we were 15). We made it thru teenage years and early 20’s and we’re close as can be.

9. I’m still married and a mother of two kids. Why is the epic….because I am amazed and ohsoproud of myself that for how long them 3 have driven me crazy on almost daily basis I still haven’t killed them or run away to the wonderful and beautiful beaches of Hawaii…that’s why its epic & awesome!!!

10. I’m a great (a little obsessed) fan of FUN. I know this has nothing to do with the award but I couldn’t think of anything else and I’ll use any excuse to talk about them.

10 Bloggers I think are also Epically Awesome

Something Clever 2.0

A Grace Full Life

It’s not like it's rocket surgery

Life’s too short to play possum

That Suburban Momma

The Bearded Iris

Suburbia Interrupted

It is Interesting To Note

Jeneral Insanity

The Six-Fingered Monkey

I can't handle being homeless but not for the reasons you think...I'm vain

I was in the bathroom on Friday cause the bitch Lady Flo was here and as I was doing my business I started thinking about all the homeless woman. Don’t ask, I have no idea and all of sudden I became petrified of becoming homeless. I know some people have no choice and most of us are probably a pay check away from becoming but being homeless scares the shit out of me and not for the reasons you think. And before you get all judgy McJudgster and say things like people don’t choose to be homeless, you should be grateful that you do have a home, there are kids who are homeless and are dying everyday….I know all these things and I’m very grateful for the things that I have and I wish homelessness on no one and I hope that I am never put in a situation that I am homeless, this post is expressing my vainness and even thought I like to think I’m tough and can handle anything (which I probably could if put in a situation that calls for that) I’ve also realized I’m vain when it comes to certain things that a lot of people consider luxuries. With that said here are 7 things that scare me to no end about becoming homeless

1. PERIOD. What will I do about my period? When you’re homeless there’s almost no money for food and drinks let alone for pads. What the hell would I do? What do homeless women do? I mean all that red stuff, where would it go & don’t even get me started about the smell or a dirty pad….blood stinks.

2. FOOD. I’m picky about my food. Going back to money problems what would I do for food? I just can’t pick food from the garbage…I just can’t. Maybe if I was very hungry I would have to but I’ve known to go hungry at home cause I don’t feel like eating anything. I also get skived out easily. My kids have known to spit out their food…RIGHT IN THEIR PLATE EVERY TIME and I just have to look away (& have the hubs clean up) or there goes my dinner….kids really are GROSS. I can just imagine taking something from the garbage and totally throwing up while looking and thinking that someone else’s mouth (saliva), hands and dirt are on it.

3. SLEEP. Where would I sleep? I love my comfy bed. Although I can fall asleep almost anywhere (proven by the fact that I fall asleep almost every evening on the train going home) I still can’t see myself sleeping on a concrete floor with cardboard boxes as my blankets.

4. DIRT. I’m a clean freak. I like everything clean and organized. Those are the last two qualities a homeless person can afford to have. The clothes, food, the street…it’s all dirty, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself after I couldn’t change my clothes for a day let alone for weeks, months, years.

5. HYGIENE. If you’ve even been in the presence of a homeless person you know they posses a certain smell (fine most of the time they stink). I always wonder can they smell themselves & if they can how do they handle it 24/7. I don’t spend my life having the smell of roses under my nose but can you imagine having someone’s fart smell under your nose….CONSTANTLY. I honestly hope they can’t smell themselves which brings me to another point what if people who are not homeless have a certain odor to them and are going about their life worry free when in fact people are avoiding them cause they stink. And although now that I'm a mother I don't get the luxury of a daily shower I do at least get it almost every other day and I feel so good and clean after.

6. I’M COLD. I’m almost always cold (I'm cold sitting in my office now)..…summer, fall, spring or winter. I usually have a swear or a jacket with me. People look at me like I’m crazy carrying a jacket in the summer but who cares I’m cold and one of the worst feelings for me is to be cold. I was born in the summer so I LOVE the hot weather. I really should move to Hawaii. Anyway I’m getting sidetracked. I know (cause I’ve seen) homeless people wear layers of clothes….BUT when its like -10 F and it's 2 in the morning I’m sure they’re also cold. During the winter months I go outside only when I have to (work, food shopping, visiting people). You will NEVER catch me just “taking a walk” unless it’s June, July or August. Imagine being outside ALL THE TIME when it’s COLD…bbbbbrrrrrr just thinking about it.

7. I’M A PUSSY. There I said it. I get scared easily in the dark. I will not take the train when its late (like past 8 PM), I will not go to the store when its late, when I have gone out and came home late I’ve had my husband come outside so he can help me look for parking and we can walk home together. When I was younger and single and would go out and come home late I use to park right in front of my builder which happened to have a hydrant right next to it. I’m not proud but I’m sure I helped out the City of New York financially with all the parking tickets I got BUT I didn’t care…I DO NOT WALK OUTSIDE BY MYSELF IN THE DARK. I think the only exception would be if there was an emergency involving my kids then I would be like Wonder/Super Woman taking on anyone that stood in my way. With all this said how could I possibly sit or sleep outside ALL NIGHT EVERY NIGHT?

Parenting???

I’ve been debating for some time about whether I should or shouldn’t do this post. I try to post only funny/semi-funny or light posts. I’m not one to post controversial topics. Not because I don’t know any but simply its not why I started this blog. I got enough scary/not funny shit happening IRL I try not to bring it here and I know we're supposed to do controversial topic next week but this is about parenting so I'm putting it out there today. I'm sure I can come up with something else next week.

 

 I know that some people who read this post it will have big reactions. Some of you will agree with what I say and others will think “who the fuck does she think she is judging like this”. Honestly I’m not judging (well maybe a little this time). I never judge or at least I don’t judge out loud. We all have different opinions and I never try to tell someone’s opinion is wrong and mine is right.

Now first let me tell what I’m talking about. A couple of weeks ago I went to my personal FB page. I didn’t have much time so I just looked at a couple of post on my news feed and one of the news feeds was from a friend that said something along the lines of “Lets all keep so and so (also a friend of mine on FB) in our hears and minds today as her child died”. Anytime I hear a child has died I just can’t handle this. I’m not big on religion but when a child does die and a fucking psychopath lives and kills and lives to be 100 I just don’t understand and wonder how GOD or whoever could allow this to happen. After I read her post one my kids/husband or something needed something so I logged off and went about my day but I just kept thinking about this woman and how she must be feeling today. My heart broke for her and her family and I hoped that she had a good support system that would get her thru this terrible TERRIBLE tragedy. Later in the day I had time to go back on FB and saw another post from another friend also saying how sad it was that so and so lost her child and if we could keep her and her family in our prayers. So than I went on her (the woman who lost her child) page because honestly I didn’t remember her ever posting that her child was sick in anyway or anything like that and my heart was breaking for her and her loss. I did know that her son was young (still an infant) and I had seen some pictures of him but since we weren’t close friends we didn’t have much contact on FB except for her reading my posts and me hers AND by going to her page I found out how other friends knew of her tragedy and the reason for my post today.

When I went on her page one of the first posts that I saw was from her stating something like “I am so sad. Our beloved child died last night. I am so heart broken. We didn’t expect this, it was so sudden. We’re not even sure what he died from, there are tests that have to be done to see if it was from SIDS or something else”. She posted this sometime that morning. One of my first thoughts was WHAT THE FUCK, I MUST BE READING THIS WRONG???? I had to read her post over and over again and I still couldn’t believe what I was reading. Her child had died just some hours ago (probably less than 12) and she was posting this on FB. I hate to judge people and I know people grieve in different ways but this THIS I just, this was unbelievable. What kind of a society have we become? When did FB become out lifeline to everyone and everything.

I have never claimed to love my kids more than any other parent. I think sometimes you can tell that a parent doesn’t like their child by the way he/she is treated and sometimes you hear adults telling stories of how their parents treated them and you can’t help but think they really weren’t care for/loved as much as they should have. With that said if my child had died unexpectedly or from an illness or anything else I doubt it that I would have the will to live and probably the only thing that would keep me going is that I have another child to care for. You would absolutely NOT catch me on FB or twitter posting the death of my child less than 24 hours after it happened. I can't even imagine being able to do anything eat/drink/talk or anything else for a long time. Whenever something bad has happened to me (thankfully nothing ever major) my first instinct was NEVER and NEVER WILL BE “I’ll post this on FB”.

Am I the only one seeing the wrong in this? Her child had died and she was posting this on FB hours after it happened. I have some friends on FB that definitely post very personal stuff. Sometimes reading their posts I feel ashamed like I shouldn’t know this info, like I’m invading their private thoughts and than I wonder why they would post it for practically the whole world to see. Why have people started putting everything on FB? Why has FB become a place where anything and everything is posted?

This woman who lost her child broke my heart. I felt so terrible for her and her loss. I can’t even imagine what it feels like to lose a child. I had hoped that she would be able to get thru this with help from family and friends but honestly after I found out that she posted the death of her child on FB hours after it happened a part of me didn’t feel sorry for her. I still felt terrible for the child. A boy who would never get to experience his first day of school, first kiss (from a girl or boy which ever he chose), get married, have a job. I felt sorry that he was never given that chance. And I wondered why he was never given that chance. Why does GOD or whoever decided that some kids are never give a chance at these things? But as far as the mother…I just didn’t feel much for her. In a way I felt that she was a bad mother. I don’t know what kind of a mother she was when her child was alive, maybe the best there is BUT and this is my whole point HOW COULD SHE POST THE DEATH OF HER CHILD ON FB LESS THAN 24 HOURS AFTER HE HAD DIED UNEXPECTEDLY….HOW??????

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