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?