White House Momma...

Yee ha! Man, I feel another baby brewin!

OK, I can't take it anymore! So here it goes...

Dear Women of the United States of America:

In case you have forgotten, this year marks the 150th anniversary of the real womens movement. Ah yes....women's rights, we can vote, no more standing around the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant no more! We still have a ways to go (equal pay for one), but hell...we have come a long way ladies. With that being said--what the **** is going on with this ridiculous 20 point rise in support by white women of the PTA mom, moose hunter, hockey mom extraordinaire, baby makin, Vice President Elect, Saucy Sarah Palin.

Let me tell you what her nomination was...it was a marketing maneuver at its finest and the white women of the U.S. were the target demo and man oh man what sorry ass consumers we have become.

Seriously, it all happened like this. A bunch of political strategists brought in some big wig ad execs--maybe from a genius company like Nike or Target, but someone said, "OK, all we need to do is pick some woman, make her "family oriented" make sure she has a boat load of kids, a big mouth, and make sure she is somewhat pleasant to look at and surely all of the white women who have supported Hillary Clinton will jump on board and vote McCain!

Ladies....this is an insult to all of us and does a pistol packing momma who clearly states over and over again that her biggest accomplishment in life was lying on her back 5 times to produce her babies--constitute a great leader. I think not. Have any of you taken the few minutes needed to read her official bio? She has a mere BA in Journalism, was Mayor of a town with a population smaller than my neighborhood (7800) and clearly hates gay people and womens rights. I love gay people, who doesn't love Ellen Degeneres? But that is just the tip of the iceberg.

I understand the mindset--put a woman in there and that will soften the blow of possibly having another blue-haired-old-man pounding our country into the ground. But damn people---couldn't you find someone less mommy and more maverick (as they like to call themselves).

John McCain sounds like he should be a character in Sesame Street--Maverick? Maybe a hundred years ago, then he met his hot wife, helped her spend her daddy's money and bought his way into politics, then he openly insults the women of this country by choosing a running mate who has lesser credentials than our youthful Mayor of Pittsburgh.

This is an outrage. Is that what we have become? Haven't we worked our tails off for the past 150 years to be more than baby makers? My stomach was turning during that Republican convention and I really watched it with an open mind. Up until that point, I was taking a stand as an independent voter and was hoping the Republicans would give me something to work with. If one more woman of supposed power stood on that stage and boasted her abilities to make babies--I was gonna puke.

Tell 18 year old Susie or 28 year old Juanita who both have 5 kids from various Joe's, live on my tax dollars and could care less about the struggles that their children will endure---that the production of multiple children is their finest accomplishment. Hey why not--that is all the Republican women had to offer. Hey ladies, have a bunch of babies, teach your daughters to have a bunch of babies, become mayor of a piss ass little town, shoot a moose and you too can be Vice President of the United States of America!

Lastly, if I were the ad exec brought in during this round table of ignorance..I would have at least pitched Condi Rice. Two birds one stone--a black woman. I love Condi and if you want to read something impressive--read her bio. Remember kids, when John McCain's tapped out ticker decides to call it quits, our fair country will be run by the PTA and the message to all of the would be female CEO's of the furture is--lay down and spread em girls, our country needs more children!

The 3 Year Plan...

Question: How does everyone feel about my idea that it should be law that married couples MUST evaluate their relationship every 3 years?" Let me elaborate.....

I think we would lower the divorce rate if upon year 3 we were required to sit amongst an impartial mediator and evaluate the happiness and effectiveness of our chosen one. Sounds silly, but think about it. What if when you decided to say "I do"---you do so knowing that you must only adhere to that commitment for 3 years and then you will both have a chance to "opt out" if your expectations have not been met.

Before everyone reads into this as it always seem to happen....I am not referring to me and Numnuts (we are not married), but I am referring to so many I know who have failed with their "lifelong" commitment. That statement alone says it all....I don't think they have failed, but my divorced friends have said it over and over again!

Till death do you part....WOW that is insane! How in the world can you stand there and promise such a thing? That is a lot of pressure!!! There is no other aspect in your life that requires you to succumb to such an idea...till death. I will take this great job, till death. I would like to use your lawn mower Bob, till death do I give it back! My favorite food is pizza..till death. I will honor thy parents..till death. I know many who sadly loathe their parents. You get my drift.

Here is what I believe happens. You are colorfully in love. Awwww. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug..whatever. Back to reality and along comes that dreaded--"Don't worry honey, we won't become that routine couple." Day in, day out, you work, you manage your household, maybe throw a kid in the mix and "POW"--we now have what is to be the rest of your life.

I don't think it is fair. By year 3--you have a better understanding of one another. The va va voom simmers down, you look forward to seeing your mate, but you also look forward to seeing if your mate is going to clean out the garage, fix the damn dishwasher, or throw you on the kitchen floor for a good romp (like he used to back in year 1 & 2).

So what if we have an option to--well, "opt out" without any catastrophic loss. Think about it....when you say, "I do" traditionally, this is "I do" forever. Well, since we all know that is not the case anymore, what if the "I do" was for 3 years and then all parties have an opportunity to sign on for 3 more and on and on. Just knowing that you are supposed to have this mate for life creates a lot of pressure to make it work. Then, if it fails there is so much grief and your entire world crumbles. Ever seen a good divorce? All I see is complete and utter disaster and inhumane hatred--not a pretty sight.

Devising a 3 year plan will soften that blow for the so many that are surprised when their lifelong lover changes his or her mind. They used to call it the 7 year itch. By year 7 you have completely lost your own identity and way too much at stake. By year 3, all joint assets (which means acquired together) will be divided equally without that monstrous battle and if a kid fell in the mix--both parties shall maintain equal custody without the inhumane battle that is sadly par for the course per divorces.

OK, just my thought. Hey, look at it this way...When you want to start a business you are supposed to develop a 5 year plan. Banks want it, private investors want it---you must have one. This soon to be business owner will "commit" to this venture like nothing they have ever committed to in their life, day in and day out. So why not a 3 year plan for something you have little control of?

I mean seriously, who can predict what will happen, how someone might change, or even determine if you really love someone until some time has passed. It is impossible. Just think of the joy and excitement that would come on the 3 year anniversary and you walk out of the room saying, "Glad we both agree" no harm, no foul.

For the record: My parents have been happily married for 41 years and have set the finest example of "till death do you part." Alas, my mom pokes my dad in the morning and says: "Hey you old bastard, dead yet?" It is a family joke..maybe not for everybody!

Good Morning Beaver!

I have a question that I would love to be answered by both genders. Ready...here goes: Do all men send pictures of nasty, naked women to one another via text message/email? This may sound like a senseless question and I am sure most of the women would say--hell ya they do, but I really wonder.

Here is why..yesterday I was sitting comfortably on our boat minding my own business when all of a sudden something came over me and I decided to fumble my way through numnut's cell phone. I know what you are saying (men) "Oh how dare she?" Whatever..it was there. Anyway, the very first thing I found was a text message sent in the morning from a 58 year old male friend of Numnuts that contained more than 10 wildly open beaver shots. There was some girl on girl, of course the oversized booby babe and to my dismay--wide open beaver!

Now, if you know me, I am far from a prude and I am pretty damn confident in my sexuality, but for some reason it urked me. I didn't make a big deal about it and have it ruin our day, but I did ask him why his old timer friend thought that he needed or should I say would enjoy this first thing in the morning? I mean after all--Numnuts has me to look at and although I may not have the DDD mammoth boobs, I have my assets.

So, ladies, does your man receive these type of morning jumpstarts and are you offended by it? Do you feel it is disrespectful of the sender to assume your man NEEDS to be on the list of ones who might enjoy such visuals?

Gentlemen: Before you hit me with "boys will be boys" at what point (age) do boys stop being boys and become gentle-men? My main response to Numnuts was: Ok honey, how about I put together a slide show of well endowed, firm assed, big shouldered, 6'2 men and send it out to all of my female counterparts? Would you like that dear?

He responded with a simple--No. Then he reminded me that it was sent to him and that he was not the initiator. My money says that if it were not intercepted he would have become the initiator and passed it on to some other dumb ass man friend. Let's not forget the quick defensive comment, "Why are you reading my stuff anyway?" I said, I was horny and looking for some porn, he had no response, of course."

For the record: The man-boy that sent it originally is almost 60, overweight, balding, divorced, and can't find a piece of ass to save his life so therefore justified, but Numnuts has me to fondle at will so where of where is the correlation?

"Your Space" is Creepy

I have never been one to reject an open forum for communication, but what purpose does "myspace" have in our crippling society?

Here is my opinion on adults who relish in their myspace page. People grow the f*** up! Ok, Ok, maybe that was harsh, but damn sparkles and techno and your how old? Let's start with the basics. One might say, Citizen Sun, you are no better, look at you and your "IF" Crusade. My response before I really humiliate those with a sparkle fetish is: At least the conversations I put out there are in an adult fashion and not to be viewed by children--- Sparkle Barbie!

So, you are 30, maybe 40 something and you spend at least 15-30 minutes a day posting shit about yourself and others so that anyone from anywhere can read about. Ok, fine, you want people to know you are not too old to party. Next, the pictures....come on people, even if you still look ok in the bikini, or those little mid-driff tops, is that something you want potential clients, employers or hell the stalker down the street to see?

It starts with the teeny boopers, like my niece. She claims to be 15--she is 12, she no longer wants to do anything outdoors, she chats back and forth with hundreds of other teeny boopers who post pictures of puppies and sparkles. That is because that is all I allow her to do. Many of her friends have half naked pics of themself, tons of foul language and talk of issues that are way out of their league. Do you know why??? Because they see all of those "adults" on those pages doing the same exact thing and what the hell--it must be ok, Aunt Sunny is doing it. No Aunt Sunny is not! Aunt Sunny is all grown up and does not need to blast half naked, drunken pictures of herself on the www. for the world to know that she has not matured.

Now, the bigger issue...TECHNO AND SPARKLES. This really creeps me out. Pictures of cute and fury animals, top friends in their 20's, myspaces created for 4 and 5 year old children-all done by GROWN women! These mothers even have pics of their little girls in bikinis! WTF is wrong with all of you? Seriously, I get it, you want to retain your youth and exploit your children--nice! Do so in the privacy of your own little twisted world.

When a 13 year old and a 40 year old are sharing the same entertainment and communication tools there is something not right. For the record, my niece is well aware that I monitor her every move and she is fine with it, she also knows that the "grown" women that plaster themselves on there are NOT role models. For those of you who do not set "yourspace" to private--there are small influencial children reading about your big night on your back again--way to go! Some of you even let your children read about your antics! The shame of it.

Ladies, I expect this from our male counterparts (forever adolescents), but not from you. Use the time you spend looking for pictures of fat people farting or a glimmering image stating you are a "Diva" towards something beneficial and influential. Write an article about why our youth is turning into a bunch of morons (your fault by the way) and set an example or create a suggestion of how to help. Myspace, yourspace, waste of space.

Back Again!

My oh my it has been some time....

What can I say, I can be a slack ass once in a blue moon right? But, I have not forgotten my favorite place to rant. Maybe, just maybe, I had nothing to say. WRONG! I became enthralled with finding a "real" job. So yes..this is what I have done. I have now entered the place I swore I would never be--under the thumb of a corporate giant. EEEK! Yes I have succumb to the robotic world of 8-5. Do you believe it?

Actually, it is not that bad and I am not stuffed in a cubicle all day. I am what you call a professional saleswoman, but I don't sell anything, I rent it. For those of you who don't know I took a job with Fox Broadcasting and basically I am to find those in this slumped economy that have enough dough to spend in order to make more dough. So, if anyone needs a marketing tool that has been proven effective for years and has about 50K they would like to dish out give me a call.

So, the other issues at hand that I always enjoy ranting about....I think relationships (male/female) are the biggest drawback to our daily lives. Don't get me wrong, I like the animistic approach to the mating, but I could live without all the rest. I still have my numnuts and yes he is probably one of the better of the herd, but nevertheless a thorn in my side sometimes. Can't live with--can't live without--not sure.

Family: Good to have, hard to hold. It is so difficult managing their lives too. That brother of mine can still throw daggers even from a distance. How do some people live with themselves? I believe every one of us has a family member that thrives off hurting others. The only recourse for this type of individual is to simply dismiss them. When you are one of two children is can be a bitch picking up the slack for the wayward one, but I survive.

Friends: Necessary and needy. Ever really thought about your role with your friends? True friends wear many hats. I like hats and I look pretty good in them too! I do miss the old hey let's just get together and NOT talk about your woes in life. I for one really try not to complain about life to my friends...that is what family is for. Friends are for comfort and relaxation. They are the humorous buffers between responsibility and reality. So my thought of the day on friendship--drop the drama and use the time with your friends for laughter. No one wants to hear your woes all the time--lighten up.

Finally, make time for you. I have never been one to say it is all about me, but it is. If I can't focus on me, then I surely can't focus on you. For those of you that make more than enough time for yourself and not enough for others---step back me, myself and I--your not that important.

Ok kids, have a great day and good to be with you again.

Political Poo-Poo

OK let's just throw this out there......Clinton or Obama? Oh, or that old guy? Can't forget him. Anyway, if you are a Democrat you have been given two choices to potentially lead this screwed up country. I read an article last week that claimed white men are voting for Obama simply because they refuse to have a woman in the White House. Those are the men with very small wood by the way.

Then I read one that said many Democrats will be voting Republican if Obama gets the nomination and they didn't say it, but maybe because he is black? YOU THINK? What a screwed up society! What fucking century is it anyway? So these are the so called liberals? Same goes for the women who only like Hillary because she is a woman (lesbians) and the blacks who only like Obama because he is black...sorry sistas' but you won your battle a long time ago--get over it. Nothing but a bunch of narrow minded idiots who pass there useless mindset on to their children--oh what a bright future and another reason why I don't like children.

Has anyone taken a look at the economy lately? Does it discriminate between gender or race? Hey how about only giving white men and women who marry well all the money! No discrimination there!!! It is the result of a very poorly run Republican administration that has sunk us to our lowest economic level. I don't know about the rest of you, but I haven't been this broke since.....hell I can't even remember when! Oh yeah the day I moved back to Pittsburgh! So fellow Americans--do we like the chick (vagina), the brother (big penis) or the short stubby Republican?

I say down with the old white men---any minority at this point will do. Besides can you really look at McCain's turkey neck for 4 whole years. Call Dr. Brandy and order that bastard a Quick Lift.

It's All About You!

I am so glad to see some of you coming around and joining in. I want to take a minute and let everyone and anyone who may be new to this genre know what I think we need to accomplish here.

When I write something it does not always reflect upon my personal home front. When it does I address it, but honestly there is no need to advise me. What I would like is YOUR experiences and your feelings on the subject, but not addressed towards me and my life. Others need to hear about your perspective.

To put it simply: I always love some good advice, but with this forum it is not to be about me! I want it to be for all of you who may have something to say--an issue on your mind, or simply to shout....Life is Good. Again, since I started posting here several month back the responses tend to be directed towards what Citizen Sun should do.....not what I am looking for. This site is not only for me--I want it to be for all of you. I just jump start it!

I want to spark your thoughts on the subject....also, I would love everyone to tell me what topics they would like to discuss. I will post your comment on the main page and we will take it from there. I do appreciate it when someone gives me feedback, but it needs to be generalized and applied to all parties!

Finally, if you feel that there is some hidden message in my writings that suggest I am referring to you---whomever you may be...maybe the best thing to do is not ask me--ask yourself.

I am grateful to have all of you looking, sometimes lurking, sometimes writing. My Google analytics that is on this site lets me know that somewhere between 15-20 people a day come here----but so few of you write! Why?

So from here on out kids---If I write about stress--address your stress. If I write about sex---address your sex (or lack of) and on and on. There are thousands of things swirling through our heads so let's see what we can spit out! I will be posting some new topics every week so please keep coming back and hey let's throw some humor "up in here!"

Hey ???-I am tagging you so pick something you would like to address. I know you always have something on your mind :)

Gratefully,

Citizen Sun

In My Head.........

So my entire day yesterday was spent trying to complete all of my ridiculous projects--school shit, work shit, home shit, etc. all in one swoop! Let me tell you what I ended up with---a major pain in my frontal lobe. Man.....sometimes the body will send you a message and guess what folks you better listen.

Seriously--I had a pain in my head that would have taken down a large horse. I never get headaches (because I am usually medicated-LOL), but I worked myself up into such a frenzy that I felt as if someone seriously hit me over the head and the son of a bitch lasted for 14 hours.

I climbed on the couch..assumed the "poor me" fetal position and stayed there for the entirety. Was it my body telling me---"Stop you old bitch, or I am gonna take you down." Maybe. So I listened and guess what I got for it----another day of stress. I could not study for my exam, I did not get my claims in that needed done and the house stuff--well some of the laundry got thrown in--I think it is still in there.

I decided while holding my hands to my pulsating head all day is that I either need to really start doing stuff I enjoy (relieve the stress) or find me a very rich man. Problem--solution. Huumm?

So does anyone know a really rich preferably older gentleman that I can swoon? I told Numnuts last night that this is my plan of action. Screw all of this effort--I am taking the low road. If it were only that simple. Maybe 10 years ago and one boob job later I might have had that opportunity, but even then I was trying to fall in love. What an asshole! Should have found one, married him and spawn a demon child and collected my payment! Just kidding. Sorta.

I suppose I will continue to stress myself out, work towards hitting that good one out of the park and occasionally listen when my body says enough. I wish my body could tell me how to make up for the crippling day yesterday. Oh how I envy those who know how to relax.

Have a stress free day people.........