Little Girl Lies

So. Are we going to continue to ignore the fact that young girls need to be educated just as much as young men when it comes to acting out sexually? 

Yes, I was once a young girl. I remember the thrill of having 'that older guy' talking to me. I remember how most girls were jealous of the girls with older boyfriends because they had a car, or could buy things for the girl. 

Back then, there were fewer young men getting thrown into prison for having a risqué photo of a young girl. I'm talking about a girl from the ages of 13 to 17 who are, and have been, considered "jail bait". 

Many young girls between those ages begin acting out inappropriately, without their parents or guardians knowledge. 

What happens, in many cases, when the parent or guardian finds out? They blame it on the older man. 

Why? 

Well, because he should have known better. 

True. 

However,  what about those cases where the young girl looks, dresses, and acts older and LIES ABOUT HER AGE??

Who should be held accountable?

If she send photos without the man asking, who should be held accountable?

Our young men are being locked up for, in some cases, most of their lives because they dared to believe a young girls lies. 

The girls? They get to go on with their life. College, marriage, and so on. 

The man? He is now a felon. He now has to register as a sex offender for many years. He is now considered a pariah to society. He is now a target of vigilantes who know nothing of his so-called "crime".

Yes. Young boys and young men need to be educated about how to treat women appropriately.  They also need to be taught that by the age of 18, they better not believe what a girl tells them. They better ask for an ID. 

And girls? Maybe it's time they be held accountable for the lies they tell that ruin lives. 

One Night Alone (A Story in One Paragraph)

There's a certain energy that envelopes you when you sit in a local bar by yourself. It's hard to define. You hear and see people that have known each other for years. You might even be drawn into the banter and frivolity. Yet you remain on the outside. A stranger. 

Laughing at Ourselves

There are times you wish you were recording the scene. 

My husband and I were looking for, what we like to call, "Squeeze Cheese". You know, the stuff that's-bad-for-you in a can that swirls or gushes out when you push the top nozzle like you do on the whipped cream cans. 

Anyway......we couldn't find any of it at one store so we went to another, slightly higher-end store in a fancier part of town. We found the shelf well stocked with squeeze cheese, so we proceeded to grab about 4 or 5 cans of the stuff. 

We get to the checkout register where a teenage boy is looking bored and ready to end his shift for the night and go home. 

He looks at our bounty of squeeze cheese with a tiny twinkle of curiosity, but proceeds to run the cans over the scanner with the usual "Hello, have you found everything, blah, blah".

The next thing I know, my husband catches the boy's eye, nudges his head in my direction saying, "Sex fetish."

Both the boy and I look at my husband wondering if we heard what we thought we heard when my husband blurts out, "Yeah. She likes to cover me with cheese and call me cracker."

I laugh. The boy turns 5 shades of red and laughs nervously. I tell him that my husband is joking and we leave the store.

Yes. We are those people that others tell stories about. 😁🤣

Easily Offended

About a week ago or so, I was poking around on messenger and noticed that I had some 'Spam' messages. So of course, I HAD to look. 

One of these messages was from some woman telling me that whatever it was I had made a comment on, or reacted to, was NOT funny and "how would you like it if you got raped by MS-13? OH, but you're so ugly they would probably kill you right away."

Ummm....mmkaay. First of all, she never referenced what it was that I so badly offended her by commenting on, and, really? Do you feel the need to attack someone you don't know so harshly? 

I don't condone evil by spewing evil so I probably disagreed with something blatantly false in the whole post, yet she chose to attack me as if I were the mother of all terror groups. Yes, my vagina is the devil's playground. 🙄🤦‍♀️

Chill lady. It's Facebook, not the Bible. 

However, I did agree to her assessment of my looks while judging her on her intelligence and sensitivity.  

She got blocked. I went on with my life. 

#dontcondoneevilbyspewingevil

Abandoned Memories

Imagine if these old places could talk. 

I wonder what they would say?

Would they tell us about the sadness of being abandoned after long years of service? Would they tell us how the roof leaks, the boards are rotting, and the basement is full of water? 

Would you want to hang around and listen to that? Or to step inside?

Probably not.

I prefer to believe they would tell of the families they harbored under their sheltering roofs. The joys of seeing children born, the smell of great meals being prepared in their kitchens, and the prayers they heard being said at night. The gentle way they were cared for by the people living inside until it became clear they were no longer able to shelter them any longer. And now, how they belong to the memories of generations that will love them forever. 

Think about it. What legacy do you prefer to hold in the minds of those who love you? Tell the great stories. Tell the uplifting stories. Bring joy to those around you even if you may be falling apart. What you give will be returned tenfold. Give hope, give love.

~Cynthia French Gatlin

Out to Lunch

My husband and I went out to eat tonight at a higher end restaurant. 

I had to go, you know, so I went to the ladies room. 

I sat down to, you know, and I noticed this yellow thing on the ground. It took me a minute, but once I realized what it was, I had to chuckle to myself. 

Yeah, I couldn't help but wonder how that happened. 🤔 😧😲😬😆

I mean, I once questioned the ability of corn to remain whole on it's passage through our bodies, but I never once thought it would strike out on it's own once the journey was done. 🤣🤣🤣

Fresh Evil Butter

 Each movement she made was a slow and deliberate one.  Her head swiveling to catch each twinge of her hands as they unfolded the butter from its wrapper.  Much like a newly released butterfly from its cocoon, the block of butter was revealed.  Her eyes stared at its uncovering as if enchanted by a spell.

Hungry, stomach growling, the smell of toasted bread filled the air.  It was only a matter of moments before the glorious "kichunk" of the toaster would release its captive slices.

Carefully, her fingertips lifted the toast from its cage to be placed on the flimsy cardboard plate.  She then drew the butter knife from its allotted slot in the silverware drawer preparing to use it with great abandon.

Ever anticipating the burst of joy that would envelope her taste buds the moment buttered toast filled her waiting mouth, she sliced through the butter block to grab enough yellowy goodness to layer a thick spread of heaven all over the toast.

Alas! The pat of butter, so assuredly meant to be spread on hot toast, would not move.  Getting stuck on that first dollop, the bread began to rip apart rendering the fair maiden to tears.

"Damn you to hell evil butter!", she cried.