It’s A Party, I’ll Say Your Mama if I Want To, Your Mama if I Want To,

Your Mama if I Want To,

You would say Your Mama Too, If it Happened to YOU!

Conflict is inevitable

Conflict develops because we are dealing with people’s lives, jobs, children, pride, self-concept, ego and sense of mission or purpose

Early indicators of conflict can be recognized

There are strategies for resolution that are available and DO work

Although inevitable, conflict can be minimized, diverted and/or resolved

Oh really?  Who is the know it all that sez so?  I say to them

Your Mama!

Your mama is so dumb, she came here and posted jokes about herself.

NO!  Mama would never!  Mama knows stuff!  She is pretty smart.  Sometimes she is a bit stubborn, though….  Here is what she said:

She said, “Your Mama is so dumb, I found her peaking over a glass wall to see what was on the other side.”

So, what you are telling me is that sometimes poor communication and the seeking of power causes a person to not see the obvious, right through the clear and open glass?

YEP!  Sometimes!

Well, Your brother is so hairy, BIGFOOT is taking HIS picture!

Don’t be ‘dissing my brother!  Just because he disagrees with YOU personally, regardless of the issue!  Why if you could see his body language here on this blog, you would know that he is much more sincere than you might think he is from reading what he typed.


That may be the real truth, but I’m still holding out for proof!  I need to know right from wrong and I need that right to fit my idea of being the opposite of wrong.  That is just my mindset!

Well, I must say it doesn’t surprise me much.  ‘Cause I’ve heard that:

Your Cousin is so old she drives a chariot to High school.

Now, that is just hittin’ below the belt!  My cousin knew Ben Hur personally and has a thing for retro.  Got a problem with that, Smarty Pants?

Considering the increasing lack of respect and the open disagreement that I’ve witnessed here recently, I would say I do have a problem with that 1st Millenia thought process.  Why I actually think that some idea’s might pop up now that move into the 12th Century, minimum.

Your mama’s so nice, she offered me the hair off her back.

Well, I do suppose that is a kind offering, but really, why would I need your Mama’s back hair in the first place?  It seems like a bit of a cop out at this point since the hurt and nastiness have already been laid out.  Why would your Mama giving me the hair off her back help me to overcome the fact that I’m pissed in the first place and unwilling to extend a hand back in her direction?

Your mama should be locked away, cos every time she moons people they turn into werewolves

I knew we couldn’t work this out.  Just when I’m trying to reach back to that extended hand, you come back with something more and more outrageous!  Werewolves!?!  

Now I’m no longer even able to Search for Common Ground with you!  That is patently ridiculous!  Polarizing people and groups, while reducing cooperation is what you are all about!  I’ll have no more of your not adjusting to my reality OR expecting ME to change!

Your mama told me to tell you that it’s time to grow.  I’m willing to try if you are.

Kiss my Ass!  We ain’t gettin’ off that easy here!

However, I am willing to try to regulate my opinion and actually put aside my pre-conseptions.



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    • brobin on June 29, 2008 at 14:56

    Probably not.

    However, it would be a good idea.


    • RiaD on June 29, 2008 at 15:43


  1. I missed the whole bruhaha if there was one? It’s to hot in my computer place to stay long so last night I watched a lot of George Carlin last night and was stuck with his use of language which is definitely not PC. I was also struck by his love. Humanism and love that come wrapped in harsh language that seeks to shock. Comedians can show us mirrors that while sometimes cruel, confront our deepest hypocrisies.

    We are all only human, and none of us wants to confront our dark natures  especially our collective ones. Sometimes our modern PC versions of language allow us to cloak reality and our worst natures in words that make it sound like what it’s not, our self interest becomes twisted into our lizard brain. Sorry to ramble incoherently but it’s 9:00 in the morning and it’s already at least 80 degrees. So anyway my mama did not wear combat boots but I do, my grandaughter thinks their ugly and prefers high heels like my mother did. My kids just giggle at their old mama, in her boots.      

  2. Once again… you are my hero!!

    yo mama!

  3. First song by my first band. It was pretty awful. But oh so much fun. mp3 link

  4. My mama doesn’t even type! That’s just one of your:


    But your mama….

    Ok, ok–I’m sorry!  Can I come out of the woodshed yet?  

    BTW, if you can’t tell by now, I’m just a little muddled and have taken a serious turn into silliness at this point.  Excuse me, I’m going to go & have a serious talk with myself about being more serious…

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