Saturday, May 28, 2011

Nicole's Diary

It's fun to play games
but watching the clouds
can bring back memories
I was visiting my grandparents
it felt like the longest trip in the world
and I just watched the clouds

Clouds are fun
but not the best
there is more fun things
Just to keep it simple
Fun is shared with laughter

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Pathological Liar - A future letter from my Daughter....

By ~tas-poetry

It is no mystery
That your lips only speak of fictional stories
You use to compose your identity
Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth
For you are made of a thick façade of lies
Whether it be big or small, you care not
As long as there is no glimpse of honesty
Underlying in the words you speak
For the revelation of truth is what you fear most

I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities
I know that deep down you are a tormented soul
That lies provide you with relief
A relief you long for
I know that you are a stranger in your own body
But you have lost all credibility now
Your lies are inconsistent
You are no longer a father
But a manipulative man
That only breeds chaos in our family

Your deception is no longer welcome
You, Dad, are no longer welcome in my life
Now it is my time to neglect you
The way you neglected me
For the way you abused my mother
For the emptiness you have left in my heart
As I grew up without a father
For all the promises you have broken deliberately
But even more so, for making promises
That you had no intention on keeping

Yes, I know that you use lies
To cover up the dirt of your insecurities
And I know that when you left me
You knew you left a big part of you
In the wilderness to grow up
Without fifty percent of the guidance I needed
But my mother and I are better off without you
Because you are too stubborn to admit the guilt
You feel in a small space in your heart
You are too arrogant to admit your faults
And you have too much pride
To apologize
And even if you did
It would be a lie
Because that has become your nature

You are the oxygen that abandoned my lungs
You are the blood that escaped my heart
And every time I pass my reflection in the mirror
I see you
The ugliness of you
That I inherited
I have all the physical attributes you have
Our faces are identical
But even worse
I have your mind
Your insecurities
Your stubbornness
Your emotional immaturity
Your weaknesses
I am ugly because of you

But there are things that I am proud of
I have compassion
The ability to respect
The ability to love
None of which you have
But all of which my mother has taught me
The beautiful woman you married
The woman you scarred
And yes the woman that survived
All of your abuse and emotional torture
The woman that has taught me the meaning of inner strength
The woman you imprisoned for years
Who finally escaped
From the bars of your lies
She is my inspiration
My idol
My mother

And most importantly
I am proud
That I speak the truth
And if I do not speak the truth
Then I refuse to speak at all
A quality you will never have
I am better than you, Dad
And I cannot forgive you
Because that would be betraying
The woman that raised me
The woman that loved me
The woman that gave me all that you didn’t

You're a pathological liar. ~tas-poetry on @deviantART

Want a good laugh???  Check out the comments below from an "Anonymous" poster who for some reason feels the need to defend a man who hasn't seen his kids in nearly 4 years!  There's always one!  ;)

You should really "Google" that phrase! ;)

Justin Timberlake skit on SNL!
Just bring it on down to Liquorville...

Monday, May 16, 2011

I say a little prayer for you....

Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God there'll be dancing!

Subscribe to my Youtube:
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Little Girls Are Made of Sugar & Spice & Everything Nice! ;)

*This is an amateur video for a class project...but it gets the point across!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mothers Day!

I’ll love my mother all my days,
For enriching my life in so many ways.
She set me straight and then set me free,
And that’s what the word "mother" means to me.

Thanks for being a wonderful mother, Mom!

By Karl Fuchs

Thursday, May 5, 2011

To my Anonymous Poster who really needs to get a life...

My Blog...My RULES!!

Feel free to continue to share!

Hello: My Name Is

Dear Daddy~

I hate it when the girls on our soccer team ask why we don't have the same last name. What do I tell them, Daddy?

Every time they call my name over the intercom at school, I think of how I'm not your real daughter.  Why can't I have the same last name as you? 

-Nicole S.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Finding our true self is an important key to finding the answers many of us seek. Awareness of our authentic self broadens our world, increases our vision, unlocks our fullest potential and opens us to possibilities we never thought of or imagined. We become aware of the many forces at work in our lives -- both seen and unseen. We acknowledge these forces and strive to understand them, find our place among them and work with them, not against them.

Once we accomplish this, a deeper appreciation and awareness of the world and the events that unfold is achieved. 


Monday, May 2, 2011

Impromptu Pledge at Ground Zero

Osama Bin Laden is Dead: May 1, 2011

"The cause of securing our country is not complete. But tonight, we are once again reminded that America can do whatever we set our mind to. That is the story of our history, whether it's the pursuit of prosperity for our people, or the struggle for equality for all our citizens; our commitment to stand up for our values abroad, and our sacrifices to make the world a safer place."

"Let us remember that we can do these things not just because of wealth or power, but because of who we are: one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

"Thank you. May God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America."

-Barack Obama

Sunday, May 1, 2011


Boys wanna marry, looking at my derrière
And you can stare but if you touch it Imma bury!


The Daddy Basket!

I "Stumbled Upon" this cute little basket left over from Easter!  It is now officially designated as The Daddy Basket....

I have decided I will place all cards from the ex and his family in this cute little color coordinating storage bin until they at least acknowledge my plea's or pretend that I exist! 

Oh yeah...those are Easter cards!

Should I share this with THE EXES or just stick to sharing with the world?? 

When you send your 10 year old daughter to a 12 year old Slumber Party...

You should fully expect her to come home no longer believing in Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny and a new found knowledge of periods!