I love that every time I log into Blogger and try to start a new post it tells me that I am in need of an update and it may not support my blog content. Sounds about right. Fits the story of my life. Probably a warning sign to stop spewing the garbage that flows so steadily from my lips, but hey! They're pretty lips. I believe even trash is appealing when falling from them.

The thing pressing against the backside of my eyeballs from inside my skull tonight is this: parenting! AND parents! What is one and who gets to be one and who the Hell makes these choices? I'll pose this all to you in the way it flows through my brain, as I do most things, disorganized and possibly offensive. But I certainly am not trying to be and mean zero disrespect to anyone that is a parent because I full heartedly understand the struggle this is. For those that don't know, me I am a single parent of three and while their father is somewhat involved, it would appear in the last few years that raising them, actually R-A-I-S-I-N-G them, has fallen solely on my shoulders. A job I am no more worthy of than I am to raise a kitten to be a cat. But I digress.
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I have had, through the wonderfully hilarious and often very inspiring medium of social media, been able to watch many INTELLIGENT people fail at this aspect of life. And, all I can contribute to their complete lack of what I consider, basic human instinct, is maturity. And it's pathetic that I've taken a seemingly higher and slightly judgemental positron because if you know me, you know I certainly...well...I was going to say I haven't earned that, but life decided I certainly have, so here I am. Free to JUDGE AND my judgment is this: unless you see a parent physically , intentionally or completely without competence, HURTING their kid...then shut the fuck up. Seriously. You're an amazing asshole.