I have imported my blog posts from the days of Multiply and I also post my writings from my Weight Watchers blog. I hope to inspire someone and I hope to continually inspire myself. I welcome your comments. Excuse the language in the older posts, I have evolved....some, LOL.
Mo posted this in our Yahoo group yesterday and I just got around to watching it today and I'll tell you what. I'd probably be in jail because I'd have torn him 2 new assholes for this!!
http://www.cnn.com/video/?/video/us/2008/04/26/pkg.seven.stolen.car.wpbf
Those of you who were connected to me on 360 probably remember how devastated I was when I had to get my tubes tied. My “plan” was to find the man of my dreams by 40 (HAH!), marry him and have his baby, my last. My one more chance for a girl...
Well, when I was diagnosed with kidney disease, that dream went up in smoke. Another pregnancy would drain the remaining function they had and I’d be on dialysis from that point on.
I didn’t want to hear that. I threw myself a giant pity party and wallowed until one of my friends went “sistagurl” on my ass and got me straight. Made me look at the life and children I already have and reminded me that you can appreciate what you’ve got or in hindsight appreciate what you had if it’s taken from you.
I had the surgery almost right away (as if I was having sex then) but I wasn’t ok with it for a few months. Shortly after I finally accepted it and dealt with it, I heard that my brother possibly had another child on the way. He never said a word to me about it, so I took that news with a grain of salt.
One spring day he came into my office and announced that my nieces were about to make their debut...that day. Wow. By the time he got back to the hospital, they were here. I fell for them that day.
I felt a little cheated because I found out at such a late date that they were coming. I didn’t get to rub the belly to feel them kick or have the opportunity to really get to expect them (I think only parents will understand that statement).
With the accounts of Lil FiGi (via journal and blogs), I not only get to live vicariously through Starrdust, but I remember what my personal experiences were along the way of my pregnancies. I suppose that the combination of the babies and Starr’s writings are what I needed to get over my “loss” because I’m enjoying my babies and am anxiously awaiting little Gianna’s arrival.
Once upon a Time, one day, long, long ago....... I'm laying in the bed watching a movie the other night and out of the corner of my eye I see some movement on the ceiling.
It's a damn spider and not a small one at that. I hit the ground running and get my broom.
I'm pissed because even though it was a cheap one, it was good before my son broke it in half (punk). I take my half broom (bottom half) and hit the spider. It "floats" down by its web. I catch it on the bristles (does a broom have bristles?) and fly to the bathroom to dump it in the toilet to flush.
Except when I get there, no spider.
I don't know where that bitch went, but I never did find it. I couldn't sleep at all and I laid back in the bed with the light on wondering...
What Would Silky do?
And Honey...
And TNP...
I went home and was chillaxin in the bed again ALONE and that beyotch was suddenly on the ceiling again. Well I had my youngest son go get the Raid and I must have gremlins in my house because "Not Me" and "Ida Know" had somehow misplaced the spray nozzle thingy.
Pissed as I was, I had a broken pool cue in one hand that half broom in the other and between the two, I knocked that sucka to the ground and beat it with a WHOLE SUNDAY PAPER!! LMAOOOOOO
I then next picked up, well made it stick to the paper and I proceeded to take it outside crumpled, smashed, squished, etc. and tossed that joker onto the sidewalk so by tomorrow morning he'll either be dinner for the ants or breakfast for a bird!
Four people in the carriage of a train - an Englishman, a pretty young blonde girl, an ugly old woman and a Frenchman.
It all goes dark when the train goes through a tunnel. In the dark there's the sound of an almighty slap, and when the train emerges from the tunnel the Frenchman is rubbing his face, and there's a huge red mark on his cheek.
The old lady thinks, "I bet that Frenchman fondled the blonde in the dark and she slapped him".
The pretty young blonde thinks, "I bet the Frenchman tried to fondle me in the dark, got the old lady by mistake, and she hit him".
The Frenchman thinks, "I bet that Englishman fondled the blonde in the dark, but the blonde thought it was me and hit me."
The Englishman thinks, "I hope there's another tunnel coming up soon so I can slap that French twit again."
Speaking of slaps....Remember this? Oh girl! Why did you slap me?
I swear fo all that's good in the land of gooney-goo goo, I just showed my ass at work!
I was kinda leaning back in my chair and something caught my eye in the corner of the vent to my left and I stood up to get a closer look. I thought it was a dust bunny, but when I realized that it was a RODENT, I started freaking out and called building maintenance.
Now mind you, I have someone on the phone cracking up at me acting a fool. Well I was going to use the restroom, so I got off the phone with him but before I could go, the maintenance guy came in with a ladder. Now knowing he's the practical joker he is, I got my shit and headed for the door because if he even gave me an inkling that he was gonna pretend to put that damn thing in my purse or on my jacket, I was gonna catch a case.
Once he got on the ladder, he discovered it was a bat! Now I'm standing at the front door freaking out. I ask if it's alive or not because if it is, I'm not taking my chances on that fucca flying into me or getting caught in my hair or something crazy. He says it's dead, so I kinda relax...until he flips up the vent and that biyaaa comes flipping out the other end of it. I'm hopping up and down and screaming because he tells me it's alive. I go flying outside (imagine the mammy on Tom & Jerry x 20) hollering and screaming until he gets it and takes it out back.
I don't trust him because he's always playing jokes on me. Sure enough he comes around the opposite way acting like he's got something in his hand and I go flying outside.
He assures me that he's just messing with me now and that he's tossed it in the dumpster. I so need a massage! Earthquakes in the morning, bats in the afternoon. Damn that, I'm just getting myself a drank!
Have a good one!
I remember my 10 year old coming in and asking if I was alright. I was sleeping in a twisted position and was making a weird sound according to him. I assured him I was fine and went back to sleep.
I must have gone back to sleeping hard again because 3 hours later, I was in the same position I fell asleep in again.
I know this because it felt like my son was trying to wake me up again. In my foggy mind, it seems I felt someone fall against my bed and shake the mattress to wake me up. This is no easy job as my mattress is one of those extra thick ones. I sat up and no one was there.
I remember in the back of my mind hearing a crunch/crack and wondered if someone had accidentally run into our building.
I got up and walked into the hall where my 16 year old was walking around in a daze. He asked if I'd felt that. I told him I had. This boy is NEVER easy to wake up. You have to darn near threaten bodily harm and a bucket of refrigerator water. He said his bed was shaking and kept yelling "I'm getting up!"
I determined that it had been tremors after listening outside. The birds were in a tizzy and it was just 4:38 am. So I prayed and went back to sleep. (I figure God wakes me up at weird hours to pray sometimes, so I did).
I get up this morning and get on Yahoo and guess what? It registered a 5.4 on the Richter scale and was felt as far as 450 miles away!
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080418/ap_on_re_us/midwest_earthquake
My ex and I were on the phone quite late last night reliving our teen years through music and though we didn't have a lot of money, I have a whole lot of good memories.
I just wanted to share a portion of the things we talked about because I know they'll trigger some memories for you too.
That first 45 I bought with my babysitting money *Prince-I Wanna Be Your Lover*
The console tv in the living room (with the small tv on top of it after its tv went out)
My dad's Monday night football nights Muhammad Ali's boxing matches
Sitting next to my dad as he listened to Al Green on reel to reel
Tv sets with the hanger/aluminum foil combo
the little yellow disks for the middle of your 45's
taping a quarter to the needle so your record wouldn't skip
Hot summer nights and sleeping with the front door open and screen locked
taking your lunch to school in either a metal lunchbox or a brown paper sack
your first love your
first heartbreak
your parents having parties and gathering in the basement to listen to Redd Foxx or Richard Pryor
hitting up all the nearly finished drinks after the party, the next morning
Man, my mom made the BEST frozen daiquiris!! I could always get "sip"
Those were the days!!! I try to relive some of that so my kids can appreciate them like I do..
Does anyone remember a duo that was out in the late 80's/early 90's called N Touch or something like that?
I remember having a tape of theirs and it was two guys on the front, in black. One was rather light skinned, I don't remember the other guy. I want to say they had high top fades, but I'm not positive.
They didn't do rap, it was definitely a soul duo. Dance music, kind of along the lines of say Colonel Abrams. I remember the whole tape was FIYAH, but it seemed like no one but me and my crew listened to them.
I don't hang with the same folks, but I sure would like to get some of that music again. Can anyone help?
Little Bruce and Jenny are only 10 years old, but they know they are in love. One day they decide that they want to get married, so Bruce goes to Jenny's father to ask him for her hand.
Bruce bravely walks up to him and says, 'Mr. Smith, me and Jenny are in love and I want to ask you for her hand in marriage.'
Thinking that this was just the cutest thing, Mr. Smith replies, 'Well Bruce, you are only 10. Where will you two live?'
Without even taking a moment to think about it, Bruce replies, 'In Jenny's room. It's bigger than mine and we can both fit there nicely.'
Still thinking this is just adorable, Mr. Smith says with a huge grin, 'Okay then how will you live? You're not old enough to get a job. You'll need to support Jenny.'
Again, Bruce instantly replies, 'Our allowance. Jenny makes five bucks a week and I make 10 bucks a week. That's about 60 bucks a month and that should do us just fine.'
Mr. Smith is impressed Bruce has put so much thought into this. 'Well Bruce, it seems like you have everything figured out. I just have one more question. What will you do if the two of you should have little ones of your own?'
Bruce just shrugs his shoulders and says, 'Well, we've been lucky so far.'
Mr. Smith no longer thinks the little shit is adorable.
Dan was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the
family business.
When he found out he was going to inherit a fortune
when his sickly father died, he decided he needed a wife with which to
share his fortune.
One evening at an investment meeting he spotted the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his
breath away. "I may look like just an ordinary man," he said to her,
"but in just a few years, my father will die, and I'll inherit extra
ordinary fortune, 20 million dollars."
Impressed, the woman obtained his
business card and three days later, she became his stepmother.
Women are so much better at estate planning than men.
First and foremost, keep it respectful...
I came across this after a heated conversation on Rippa's blog the other day and I really wanted to have all the attitude about this that a sista could muster up, but after listening to him, I have to reluctantly admit, he's made some valid points.
