It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta

I don't know what ya heard about me.

But just because I have 2 kids, good credit, a mom blog, and take showers semi-regularly doesn't mean I'm not gangsta.

Allow me to present the following argument.

  • I got a speeding ticket a few months ago and I paid it late so I probably had a warrant out for my arrest for a solid 3 days.

  • I yell at my kids in public like it ain't no thing.
  • I drive a 2007 Honda CR-V and it's fresh to death.
  • I love turning it up in da club. And by club, I mean the Preschool Sports Club at my local rec center. 
  • I will straight up meet you at the flagpole after school and fight you.
  • I have a bad attitude.
  • Just look how I dressed up Ryan a few years ago:

  • I sag my pants. Mostly because my white girl butt doesn't fill them out.
  • I have an entourage that follows me everywhere. And their names are Ryan and Tyler.
  • I party HARD. Like tomorrow I am going to a Star Wars birthday party, and the day after that I'm going to another b-day party that promises to have a bounce house. 
  • I am working on a rap album.
  • I have a ton of B*tch's phone numbers in my phone.
  • I make inappropriate comments on Facebook when I'm bored.
  • I own guns! Hidden in a locked safe so my children can't access them. We only take them out for target practice, but I could totally do a drive-by if I needed to protect my homies. 
  • I have an appointment to get a face tattoo. 

  • When my kids ask me if they can stay up later, I sometimes say yes. 

Clearly I'm a straight up thug.

I'd watch out for me if I were you. Word.


  1. Replies
    1. lol! That was the most perfect comment ever.

  2. 50 cent will forever and always remind me of you, and not in a good way. ;)


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