Friday, June 29, 2007

Death In The Family




I am sorry that I have been missing in action the past couple of days.



Demetrieus grandmother died yesterday. I don’t know what to say. She didn’t like me and Dee and I ended on bad terms. I called him last night to apologize for his loss. He hung up in my face. He called today and we talked and he wants me to come by and get something’s that his grandma wanted me to have. There is literally stuff all around with my name on it.



I think we are planning on having funeral sometime between 1st and 6th.



Trying to find all the peeps from Baton Rouge and surrounding areas. I stayed over there with him until 425. He keeps answering the phone "no sir or no maam. Grandma's at home with Jesus. Well, you know how she was always on me to go to church. She had notes on stuff. That says “for my granddaughter Kell” and I guess i can't say i have nothing to wear to church. She really wanted me to go to church.



I and she didn’t see Eye to Eye at all.



Several of her pet peeves about me:



1. I don’t go to church (couldn’t get her to understand that you don’t have to attend a church home to have faith and believe in Jesus. And that everyone has a different choice in worship. I worship might fine right here in my Living Room with Creflo/ Doesn’t make me less cause I don’t go to a physical chuch.)



2. I practice Traditional Medicine and participate in Native Ceremonies.



3. I fish on Sundays. Told me I can’t do that.



4. My voicemail is in Lakota. She left messages demanding me to change it from “Spanish” to a language that “everybody” can understand. This made me leave it in Lakota. If you call my house it still is like that.



5. when I used to call for Dee she wouldn’t put him on the phone and told him he was forbidden from my house.



I loved and cared about her. She and I just loved at a distance. Now she is gone. Wish we would have gotten more opportunities to talk and reflect on our thoughts. Or just listen to her and her MLM pyraimid speeches about give me $100 and 8 people will give me back.



Can’t change the past. I am such a dick sometimes.



Just another example of how my stubbornness gets me in trouble at times. . (My spirit animal is the buffalo) Kinda depressed.



Here is some music that she would enjoy……….








Tuesday, June 26, 2007

8 Hateful Things Women Do To Each Other

It's become the silent emotional killer among women. Women who are downright mean, malicious and disrespectful with each other. This trend is creating havoc in our relationships with each other, for it strikes the core of sisterhood. Real sisterhood can only exist when respect and trust stand unshakeable. In this particular, most men are quite opposite to us.

For a man, a brother is a brother. However, what is most disturbing about our malicious ways is that we are passing on a legacy of a broken sisterhood to our daughters. Girls that are mean and catty are usually this way because their understanding is that this is a normal part of femaleness. They grow up to become mean and catty women who perpetuate a diseased sisterhood. To break this cycle we each need to make a conscious effort to validate all women. Be they our friend! s or not. Otherwise, we will continue to find ourselves moving within circles of female hostility, suspicion, and pain. Here is my list of the most detestable practices that we need to discontinue in order to heal our sisterhood:

1. Talking about each other - You are really not her friend if what you have to say about her is so bad you can't say it in front of her. If you are a real friend you should be able to tell her your concerns for her life to her face. If you have the need to tell others, but you haven't found the time to tell her - red lights should be flashing. Believe it or not, gossiping is not an intrinsic part of being female. Women who gossip do it not because it's a woman-thing, but because they want to elevate themselves and put other women in a place of inferiority. Gossiping is just another symptom of deeper insecurities.

2. Fighting for men - One of the most undignified things that any woman can do is to fight, argue, or curse another woman over a man. It's a disgusting trend that used to be a school girl thing, but today adult women are doing it too. If both of you are in conflict - because his choice is not clear - then that means that he's really not into any of you. He's probably playing both of you. That man really does not deserve love or attention from either one of you. Let him go.

3. Joining female gangs - Women who make you feel unwelcome and unwanted within their circle of friends are not to be trusted. Women cliques have become common in the workplace, at church, in the neighborhood. Cliques are the dwelling place of insecure women. Women who join cliques are seeking refuge from their own lack of confidence by cocooning themselves within this circle of supposed exclusivity. Again, the need to belong to, or be part of a clique is also a sign of deeper insecurities. Beware, cliques are usually encouraged and thrive on a type of gang mentality.

4.Undermining each other - Beware of any woman who can never celebrate your accomplishments with you. It could be a new boyfriend, a promotion, an award, a new job, a new acquisition, weight loss. If she has nothing positive to say to you about it, does not show emotional support, or chooses to remain silent she is not a true friend. Real friends know how to recognize and genuinely rejoice for our successes with pride.

5. Competing against each other - You need to get this straight. There will always be another woman with nicer hair, a more caring husband or boyfriend, better behaved children, a better paying job, a bigger house, a more fashionable wardrobe - there will always be some woman with more of what you don't have. Consequently, the only person that you need to compete against is yourself. Strive to be the best that you can be - for you. Competing against other women to prove yourself superior is a fin! ancial and emotional drainer. Because of this mindless competition we become mean, envious and hypocritical. It is pointless.

6. Disrespecting boundaries - To survive peacefully every relationship and every friendship must have clear boundaries. Good relationships operate within margins of respect. Within this level of respect, privacy and intimacy are keywords. Yes, you are my friend, but that doesn't give me the right to walk into your bedroom or your kitchen, unbeknownst to you, and help myself to your stuff. I don't do this not because you won't allow me to, but because I respect your privacy and your things. Consequently, we both need to know and respect each other's levels of privacy and intimacy.

7. Crossing boundaries - This is similar to the above; the only difference is that my respect of your boundaries should never depend on my friendship with you. We need to respect women for the simple fact that they are women. If she is a woman she is a sister. Period. Therefore! , from that understanding I will have the utmost respect for her children, her man, her opinions, her choices, and for her as a person. It amazes me how women are quick to disrespect another sister's boundaries, but feel offended if another woman does to them the same exact thing. Honestly, that type of inconsistent behavior can only be credited to some form of mental illness.

8. Exploiting our friendships - This is a major one. Why are you friends? Do you only remember her being around whenever she could get something from you? It doesn't even have to be material. It could just be your time or your positive energy. Does she happen to be always on the receiving side, with you dishing out ton loads of yourself or your stuff? Or is she your friend because of what you represent? It could be that your husband's position or yours, your possessions, your talent, whatever, represents some form of achievement. Is she a friend because that link to you places her on a higher platform? In a real friendship appreciation, support, and loyalty must be reciprocal.

Just something to think about.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Three Mile Island Drive




The evening out last night won't quite live in infamy, but it was a lot of fun. This was largely due to the "Three Mile Island Iced Tea," a beverage that Charmaine is developing with our favorite local bartender. Charmaine came up with the name, and has dedicated herself to taste testing. The bartender, on the other hand, has taxed his resources coming up with a wide variety of glowing green potions that look like antifreeze and taste like bubblegum, pineapple juice, and sterno. After test tasting four of the damned things, I was in a very good mood. I couldn't feel my gums, but there was a slight ache somewhere around my middle. I think it was my liver.

Things I've discovered last night:
Drinking Three Mile Island Iced Tea’s at night when you must awaken at 3 am is a bad thing.

Lessoned Learned:
You should not operate large machinery under the influence of alcohol.

Instant Message of the day:
Some Dude: hiiiiiiiiiii m/37
Me: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii m/14
Some Dude: (after several seconds of pause and reflect time)
Byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee

Went Fishing Saturday!


Ayyyyy!!!!!!! went fishing Saturday! Was out there since around 4 that morning. Got them all through cleaned, seasoned and fried. LOL. There are some happy cats in my hood!! LOL I would invite ya'll to the fish fry........ but some of ya'll will show up! LOL
See Ya!!!!!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Why is it?

That when a person starts to have a life - a somewhat happy life - long term friends end the friendship? If they can be a person's friend when that person is unhappy, why can't they stay friends when that person's life changes for the better? Why can't they be happy for that person instead. Do they think they don't need them anymore just because their life has improved?
I don't get it. I guess I never will.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Dang, Yo Momma Mean, Shoot! I am going home!

Because I don’t feel like writing any nice posts today, it’s all about the venting on this fine fuckin’ hot Wednesday morning.
I am going to piss some folks off.
But it is time I quit holding back and say it, since this is my blog and I can say whatever I want and you can't stop me. You can judge me, but you can't stop me.
I do not like kids. There. I said it.
Now, before you go calling the Division of Family Services on me, I should tell you that I like MY kids. Love them even. A lot. (Usually.) It’s YOUR kids that I do not like. No, no. Not YOU.
You are in blog land.
I just don't like REAL LIFE kids.
I don't want your kids to MOVE IN NEXT DOOR.
I don't want your kids to come to my house to PLAY.
Other peoples kids suck.
Before I had children I loved to babysit and I loved kids. I babysat kids all through high school. I used to ASK THEIR MOTHER to take them to the park.
For FREE. For fun. I loved kids….
and then I had my own kids and I realized that
MY KIDS ARE BETTER THAN YOURS.
I have the very best kids in all the land and I don't NEED your kids. LOL
Honestly, I think other people's children annoy me because they don't have to follow the same rules that my children follow.
For example, one neighbor girl comes over and every five minutes
I have to give her THE STARE OF DEATH and can you guess what her reply is? "Oh, I didn't know you were watching."
I won't even get into how much that amazes me.
Yesterday the neighbor’s daughter came over and started taking my couch cushions off and LOOKING FOR STUFF.
(She found a lot. Oh, yes. She found A LOT.)
That's rude! RUDE! I hate rude people!
Where’s yo Momma At?!?
The more I write this post, the more I realize that its
not ALL KIDS that I don't like.
Its children of a certain age.
I like your babies and I like your toddlers.
Its children between the ages of six and whenever they outgrow that awkward stage with the big teeth.
I just don't like kids at that stage. They are ANNOYING. My kids are now in that stage. And its a good god damn thing I love him.
My kids are my favorite in all the world, so even though they is going through this stage I still like them. However, I will like them both a lot more when their teeth are a normal size for their faces. I still don't like your kids at this stage.
Not at all.
Am I a bad person?
Things I've discovered since last Monday:
I really need to start looking for dollar bills in the couches.
Lessoned Learned:
Cleaning under the couch cushions, puts paper in yo’ pocket!
Instant Message of the day:
Him: 30/m/Isreal 5’9” 180 wanna fack?
Me: 35/m/South Carolina 6’1” 235 Wanna get shot?

Friday, June 15, 2007

You gotta see this

This was sooooooo funny. I couldn't help my self.

You gotta watch the whole thing.


Thursday, June 14, 2007

Wednesday....................



Man. I'm slightly lazy today. This is not good, not good at all.
I have a meeting from 12 to 2:30 about creating a long-term plan for our department. The first steps of this are analyzing our strengths and weaknesses as well as opportunities and threats...in other words, a SWOT analysis. I'm on the sleepy side and had a cruel headache plague me all day so far. I am floating in the gray space and want to slip into a coma. Man, I was sleeping well. I didn’t want to wake up. Life seems more real when all of your senses can participate.

One of my best friends discovered that her marriage is not real. That everything that she has with this man has been based on a lie. Men like that have no idea the damage that they do to some one. I haven’t really taken the time to sit down and analyze what I would do. What I would do if I was to find out that my husband of a year was already married to someone else. The rest of my day was cool. DeAndre came to see me while I was over my good friend’s house. My kids and I ate some barbeque. I was cool and blowin some good dotty and shooting the shit and doing a little file sharing. Ended the day on a positive tip.

A Poem

Laying on her side she draped her leg over his thigh.
Her head on his shoulder, his hands on her breasts...
Her fingers lightly tracing the tattooed name
on his bare chest
His past etched into his mind like waves
Of grass on the prairie
He curled his arm around her smooth back;
resting his hand on her ribs to feel its rise and fall.
Her softness as smooth as a baby skin
They smile at the rise and fall of their chests.
He said while trying to catch his
breath, "Where'd you learn that?"
She giggled softly, "You didn't like it?"
He said, "Climb on and show me again."

Things I've discovered since last Monday:

The nice young men from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will fall right off their bicycles when you flash them your boobs through the window.
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Lesson:

A bored me is a dangerous me.

Random Confession:

The older I get the less I care what people
think about what I say and do.

Lunch:

Chips and Sweet Tea
Turkey, Ham & Cheddar on white bun
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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Sunday Funnies


A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.

"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they ALL YOURS???"

"Si, they are all mine," the flustered mommasita sighs, havingheard that

question a thousand times before. She says, "Sit down Juan." All the

children rush to find seats."Well," says the social worker, "then you must

be here to signup. I'll need all your children's names." "This one's my

oldest - he is Juan." "OK, and who's next?" "Well, this one he is Juan,

also."The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through

the oldest four, all boys, all named Juan. Then she is introduced to the eldest

girl, named Juanita! "All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a pattern here.

Are they ALL named Juan?" The Mommasita replied, "Si it makes it easier.

When it is timeto get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Juan! ' 'An'when

it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Juan!' an' they all comerunning. 'An' if I need to

stop the kid who's running into thestreet, I just yell 'Juan' and all of them stop.

It's thesmartest idea I ever had, naming them all Juan."The social worker

thinks this over for a bit, then wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively,

"But what if you just want ONEkid to come, and not the whole bunch?""I

call them by their last names "

Friday, June 8, 2007

If this was my man. He would be in the hole.


Maybe I am bitter right now because he is in the hole.
So what.
Money gets you places in the world.
So much for the Just US system.
-- A judge orders Paris Hilton back to jail, CNN confirms. She was taken from court screaming, The Associated Press reports. __.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Baby Momma Wednesday


Mang, I have been on one this week. I have a friend of mine who watches my kids, my ex’s mom. Let’s call him M. M’s mom is cool. She watches after my kids sometimes so I can go to meetings, do my dirt, etc. M and I have a pretty good friendship now. It was not a big deal to me. I mean he writes me a lot. He has been in the Feds (Federal Penitentiary) for 7 years and I write him a lot to. He always talks of his kids mothers. It really isn’t a big thing to me. Ya’ll know I am a flirt and he is too. And I talk mo’ shit. Yeah it is good to hear from him every now and again. He tells me of his plans when he hits the bricks. I send crossword puzzles and smut. LOL It’s nothing serious. I would never seriously consider messin with M. He is well institutionalized and has 7 kids… Well. Anyway. I have bumped into a couple of his Babymommas’ this week.



Baby Momma #1 - S.


I dropped my kids off and I noticed a dark green continental on some 10’s parked out front. And mostly everyone knows me. Well. It was S.


S and I know each other from back in 94 when we were fonkin’ out in front of M.’s house. I haven’t seen her since. I was about 14 or 15 and She was about 19. We were at war at the time, for what, The Creator only knows. He wasn’t worth it then or now. LOL. Well, it has been well over a decade. As I am 28 now. She frowned, sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes when she saw me. What the hell. I could do no more than chuckle. Is like that bad for you that you are worried about m’s ex from 1994. Lawd. She made comment about my size. She bigger than me. Baby girl S, you rockin a 32W. I am in my 20W’s. Anyhow. She goes on about how M is gonna marry her and how much he loves her. I am like ok. LOL Bitches are a trip. I don’t want him. LOL. Maybe that is a prize to her. This is his 5th trip. He had already been down once when I was messing with him in 1994. My first felon. My first love. But remember. That was just that. My first. I don’t want him. LOL. But since she said something about my size. Now I got to prove a point.



Baby Momma #2 - V.


Mang. I have known V for years on paper. He always describes her as the crazy bitch, the stalker or the lunatic. And come to find out, I have known of her for years in casual contact. All this time I didn’t think I knew her. She was working at Taco Bell. My best friend hired her. Her husband and brother-in-law work there. I never thought anything of it because she was working there and I gave her a ride a couple of times when Demetrieus was closing at Taco Bell and the poor thing was stranded at 3 am. I waited until she got up and left the room. Something triggered me to ask how many kids she had. When they said 12. (let me straighten that up for you…so you don’t think it was a typo….Twelve)


Something reminded me of something that my ex said. That one of his baby momma’s has 12 kids. Well, it was her. How small is Kansas City?????? What the Hell? Well. We sat down and talked for about an hour and a half. She might not like me as well as she did in the past before she knew that I was once affiliated with him and that he is writing me. She introduced me to his kids but I told her that I already have a picture of her daughter. M sent me one a couple of years ago. She didn’t like that any better. Says M writes about me all the time. I say yeah I usually write him once or twice a week. She informed me that M is telling all the baby momma’s that he is moving in with Kell and that they all have been trying to figure out who Kell is. Now they know. I was like “hell to tha nah. He isn’t moving in with me.” The whole time we were talking she says that she doesn’t want M. And I say the same and mention that Talib will be home in 2009. She was like well; he can stay with you for two years. And the punch line to this is……..V lives on the next block from me.



I want no parts of this drama. But I got a feeling it is coming soon to a hood near me since M gets out this month.



The instant message that brought home the Awesomeness of Wednesday:


oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fk me babie ooohhhhhhh yyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa babie fk me oooooohhhh nice pussy




Song of the Day:
Well I have been in another mellow mood all day.
Right now I am listening to:
Little Wing By Jimi Hendrix



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Monday, June 4, 2007

Mellow Monday................




Monday:
I didn't quite sleep as early as I had hoped. I spoke to DeAndre for a minute this morning until he got off the phone to get his kiddos together. I hung up mildly disappointed but I knew I would talk to him later this day. Damn you work! But I did go to sleep before 10:30 PM so that was a plus. Strangely I am still super sleepy, but I'm going to blame the cool weather for this. The breeze hitting through the window whispered "sleep, sleep, sleep" all morning as I got ready for work. I should have just stayed home but the motivation of making over 100 dollars a day is more than enough to get me out of bed. Someone has to fund my Chinese food habit. Damn this taste of mine. Damn you, I say! DAMN!
Sigh. I was late. Bossman was glowering at me.
I couldn't help it. My kid had an episode this morning. Antonio refused to go in the school. And this was Alexis's first day. Remember that movie Rain Man and Tom Cruise buys some underwear but he didn't get it from the KMART that Raymond was used to getting his underwear from? Well, it was sort of like that. My kid was sitting in the parking lot rocking back and forth muttering the address of the school. My coworker was talking about maybe you should institutionalize him. That didn’t make me feel any better. Besides I would never send my baby away. That is my baby.

Things that piss me off:
Seeing a fine ass coworker when I came to work looking like crap. Yes, today is one of the bummy days. I washed my hair last night and let it dry as I slept so it's all screwy right now. Anyway, I never see them on the regular, like ever, so I don't worry about looking my best too much. They don’t pop up all the time. Wouldn't you know I saw them this afternoon coming back from getting my lunch and the fucker looked at me... Very cute... You know what that wink means? Because I do. It means "don't you wish you did your hair this morning?" or even "don't you wish you curled your hair last night?"
Song of the Day:
Well I have been in a mellow mood all day.
Right now I am listening to:
Hello Stranger By Mary Wells
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Friday, June 1, 2007

Robbed


Hey Family. I was recently robbed. Somebody broke in my house Thursday while I was at work and stole my computer. I wanted you all to know that the kids and I are all safe. I have an idea who did this. Everyone that knows me knows that I am a little off. Everyone that knows me knows that I am heavily armed. Everyone that knows me, knows that I have a temper. I am trying to act in a peaceful manner because I know how I can get and I know how I have been in the past. I am trying to change my ways. Hope and pray that the police get this person.
Wajin.
(One)