Well I have been very happy lately, but I have also noticed I have a little more fire than usual.

My nephew got into some trouble with some scum bags. These scum bags decided to come over to my sisters house to start some trouble. They pulled up and one of the guys jumped out of the car. The wise guys did not see my sister sitting on the porch. The guy went to rush my nephew.

Me and Moses came running down the steps. (Picture it: Pregnant women with her purse hooked to her arm running straight at scum bag. Wild hair flying!) I yelled at that guy with my purse swinging "You better get the f- out of here!" His eyes got extremely wide as he backed away quickly. My sister started in as the guy moved quickly back to the car. I kept right up with the dude saying things like "Who the f- do you think you are?" and "You picked the wrong house to start trouble with!"

There were three other guys in the car who looked completely confused and threatened. The guy jumps into the car and it won't start. I started to laugh and laugh and say "Why you broke down mother f-ers." Finally the car turned over and the guys took off like a bat outta hell.

Me and Moses threw up a couple of our own made up gang signs and gave each other a high five and went back to sip our tea on the porch. I am not sure what got into me, I was sixteen again and ready to kick some ass.

This is not my normal behavior, but it was a rush I will not soon forget. These little punks running around starting trouble need to be put in line once in a while. I guess a wild pregnant woman and a large purse are some scary stuff.

I am sure it took his big bad ego down a few notches.