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I know I'm not telling yall about anyone you're not aware of already...but I just wanted to highlight my girl DOING-T IT with money matters! Single Ma
Go head girl go head git down!
Loan me fitty cent!
I'm so moody. I think it's this dang estrogen patch. One minute I'm fine...the next minute I'm broke down on the floor with Lucy and Jaru pawing at me whining cuz they're scared cuz they've never seen me this broke down.
Up and down, up and down.
Did yall read about Florida Republican Congressman Foley????? HE'S A PEDOPHILE! A FLIPPIN PERV! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!
This dude was the Congressional Chairman of the House Caucus on Missing and Exploited Children!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? OHMYG!
This KILLS ME! Done. I am just DONE.
ABC News published the instant messenger convos this perv was having with 16 year old BOYS! OHMYG!
This is why it always annoys me when they go on an on about gay this and gay that and the next thing you know...it's one of them hiding who they really are. You gotta REALLY hate yourself to continue to publicly denounce the gay lifestyle WHEN YOU ARE REALLY GAY!!!!!! LAWD JEEVES...THESE PEOPLE ARE RUNNING OUR COUNTRY!
Family values huh? What a flippin joke.
A friend's friend, male is going through this. I was sooooooooo blown away by it...that I decided to ask you guys whatchu think.
Man marries woman he loves who, for 10 years, USED TO BE a lesbian. (Hmmmmm...) They've been married for about five years and were together a few years prior to getting married. They've been having problems for 6 months to a year now.
Okay...so...he went on a sailing trip with some friends and while he was gone...SHE WENT OUT AND BOUGHT ANOTHER HOUSE WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE!!!!!
So when he returns...she tells him. She doesn't tell him that she's moving into to it without him. Hmmmmmmmm.
She agreed to go to marriage counseling with him to try to fix what's broken. Get this. Last night she tells him she's moving in without him while he's away on business next but she still wants to go to counseling with him. She told him she'll leave some furniture for him.
He's devastated but wants to work it out badly.
V: Ms. Monica, it's V. (V is Ms. Olga's daughter who speaks English)
Me: *sigh* Hi V. What's wrong.
V: Well, my mom can't come tomorrow. She's going to have to come on Saturday.
Me: *sigh* (say nuttin)
V: Ms. Monica? Are you there?
Me: Yes, I'm here.
V: She says this will be the last time on a Saturday. My Aunt has to go to Columbia and my mom has to help her do some stuff.
V: (muffle, muffle...hands phone to Ms. Olga)
Ms. Olga: Monica....wneaneopeihs neorignpafk yeoridnfgwjdf woinrgf...OKAY?
Me: Buena, ca va. No hay problema. (Good, okay, no problem.)
Ms. Olga: Hasta luego.
Me: Hasta luego. (hang up phone)
Robby: (looking straight ahead) Ms. Olga's not coming tomorrow?
Robby: She's coming on Saturday?
Robby: Thought last time was the last time again.
Robby: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE SUCH A PUNK!
(On queue...Shelly bean just called to ask me...IS THAT A TREE TRUNK????? ROFL!)
I have...once. That brawd was nuts. Now, thank GOD...my mother-in-law is one of those heaven sent mother-in-laws and I can't imagine a relationship the antitheses of the one I have with her.
(Robby just told Lucy he's not all that sensitive. She jumped up in his lap and put her head in his chest making him put down his laptop....YEAH RIGHT! You're SUCH a punk when it comes to me and your doggies baby! LOL! And I wouldn't have you any other way. DAMN I LOVE YOU BOY!!!!! LOL!)
I KNOW I couldn't have a relationship any other way than the one I have with my husband's mother. Anything else would be ROUGH and a NO NO!
Know any horror mother-in-law stories ya wanna share?
P.S. Someone contacted me today regarding turning my blog into a book. Cool huh? Robby is currently researching them to see if they are bogus. But...the thought remains...why would someone buy a book of something you can see for FREE by just typing in www.MonicaMingo.com. *SIGH*
P.S.S. Did I tell ya ll the best thing about NOT being pregnant? WINE! WHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOHOO!
I wasn't gonna tell yall bout this...but Brutha Code blogged about this recently (even though he spoke from a decidedly GUY'S point of view...LOL!)
Recently I was cutting a slice of cake around this...erra...WEIGHT challenged chick and she said: "Ew! You call that a slice? No wonder you're so skinny!"
Now yall...TELL ME what I should have said. Seriously. What should I have said to ya girl. Should I have said...you're right...I should cut a hunk like yours so I could be big and beautiful like you?
What I said was: (Me on Lupron.) I don't eat big slices of cake because I don't want to be FAT.
And then...I walked the hell off.
Thinking back my mother woulda been upset with me for saying such. She thought you should always be gracious but man....screw that. WHAT WAS I SPOSED TO SAY?????????????
So word gets back to me that I hurt ya girls feelings and sympathy is for...of course...the underdawg. *sigh*
Why am I not the underdawg in this one? Seriously. Did I say anything about the huge HUNK of cake she had on her paper plate? I mean dang...the plate was about to bend in half under the weight. No I didn't. Why? Cuz my mama taught me better. No pointing, no staring, no being mean to people without just cause. So...did I break my mommy's rules?
What if I had rolled up on HER and said..."Eww...you call that a slice? No wonder you're so fat!" Who would have been in the wrong? Me huh?
Humph...yeah I'm pissed cuz dude...SHE was rude to ME! How DARE she talk about my dang food! Humph.
(Viperteq...ARE YOU WATCHING GREY'S ANATOMY???????????)
So everyone was thinking...awwwwwwwwwww...poor big girl being picked on by the skinny chick. *sigh* I was too tired to deal with it so I said nuttin. I let it roll past me. Ya see...I was trying to be EXTRA good so God would send me extra blessings during my quest for motherhood. BUT...gloves are off now Chica. Cuz I ain't preggo. And guess what? You're still a rude chick who picked on little ole me. Humph. HOW DARE YOU! PUNK! And how dare the rest of you for thinking I was in the wrong for responding as I did. Humph. Hookas!
Now come on...yall know I'm not the type of chick to be down on people who are overweight. Hell...some of my bestest girlfriends have a little extra on them. It's not about how much you weigh...hell we are all not meant to look like Kate Moss...it's about what kind of person you are. My friends that are overweight are FABULOUS. THIS chick however is an evil, lying bunch of nuttin. Humph. Heffalump.
So...I ask again. What SHOULD I have said? What do YOU think? Was I wrong?
P.S. I miss Diva, she's on biz in H-town. But don't tell her I said so. I might hafta cut her or sumptin. LOL!
That's my mood. Up and down. Boinyoingyoing!
This blog is the cheapest therapy I've ever had. LOL! Only $14.95 per month plus another $20 or so a month for my host. Money well worth it.
A bunch of little things have been happening that I haven't shared with yall. Just little umphs and poofs.
(Robby just told me he appreciates me...uh oh...he wants something.)
So...back to the little things.
Tell me this. Why would you visit a blog of someone you don't like? I don't get that. Really. I don't. Anybody know? I'd like some insight on this.
Also...why would you email the owner of a blog to tell them you won't be reading their blog anymore? How dumb is that? JUST STOP TYPING THE ADDRESS INTO YOUR BROWSER. Geez. How hard is that? Just stop.
Another thing. Most of you know me pretty intimately by now, I mean hey I've shared with yall stories of constipation...so...erra...we're close right? Knowing what you know of me...do you think I would have chosen to have babies in my twenties even though I hadn't met my Robinator yet? Even knowing what I know now about my not being able to have babies? I hope you know the answer to that is no. I'm not single mother material. I don't have the fortitude to be a single mother. Seriously. Come on...I have a DOG WALKER! A DOG WALKER! Why? Because dogs need to be walked for exercise daily and I don't want to be obligated to have to walk them if it's cold and/or raining or I just don't feel like it even though I want the best for them. I know...awful huh? But...knowing that...could you see me as a single mother? No ma'am. No sir.
I said that because someone asked me that. If I regretted not having kids when I was like 26. My response was that...well...I wasn't married when I was 26. And I think the person got offended because she's a single mother. Why are you mad at me for being honest with you about who I am? I would have never chosen to be a mother without a VERY involved husband. Point blank. That doesn't mean anything is wrong with your choice for being a single mother. IT REALLY, TRULY DOESN'T! Just because I WOULDN'T do it doesn't mean it was wrong that you did.
What is wrong with people? It's like you're sitting around waiting for someone to say something that could possibly offend you so you can jump stoopit. Well...T-Monnie (as my nephew calls me) ain't da one.
I had a chick send me an email telling me about myself. LOL! And telling me she's decided to not read my blog anymore. What did this do to me? IT MADE ME LAUGH MY AZZ OFF! ROFL! Seriously...who does that? LOL! When I told her what I thought of her email (crazy chick aisle three) she jumped even CRAZIER! Like back to back crazy azz emails. I finally had to call her job (yes...she was stoopit enough to have the number on her VERY lengthy, VERY nutty emails to me) and emailed her the name of her boss and her boss' boss (the receptionist was kind enough to give me their names) and told her that if she continued...I was gonna forward them all of her crazy emails.
Now...this chick has told me quite a bit about her life during the course of her visiting here and I know she's a mother of two so no...I would have never emailed ya girls bosses cuz I know she needs her job (yes the tin man has a heart)...BUT she didn't know that. Now anyone else woulda just stopped. Anyone that is...except for someone crazy. *sigh* So ya know what she does...SHE KEEPS ON! So either she KNOWS I don't have the heart to follow through or she is just plain off her rocker. I think it's the latter.
My last and final email to craziest chick I've ever encountered (well maybe not the CRAZIEST...that would be the Indiana chick) had the subject heading POLICE. The last paragraph of the email said:
My next step is going to be to contact the police because I don't take stalking lightly. I have been stalked three times in the past by people with some sick fascination with me and I don't take chances. So yes. If you continue harassing me, I am going to contact the police and give them the information I have and have them come to your job and question your intentions. Like I said, I don't deal with crazy stalker people in anyway other than calling the law.
Thankfully...I haven't heard from nutbag again since then.
So...throughout all this rambling basically what I wanted to ask yall is this: Have you ever had a stalker?
Music that's in my head: Erykah Badu, "On and On"
Well...I guess I do have something I want to write about and I need to pull it out of myself to tell you guys...as I consider you my family too.
Yesterday I started bleeding. I wasn't hurting...I just started bleeding. I knew it meant no baby and I fell deep inside myself as I was home alone and I shut down and curled up in bed and pulled the covers over my head after I called Robby. I was numb and wasn't thinking anything. Seriously. My mind was blank. I just breathed and thought about nothing.
I don't remember what time I got in the bed, but I remember Robby rushing up the stairs when he got home saying he's sorry and asking if there was something he could do. I couldn't say anything and I wasn't really feeling anything. I was resigned to it being what it was and I was at peace with it. But I still couldn't talk.
Robby went downstairs to feed Jaru and Lucy, then came back up, took off his suit and got in the bed with me.
This morning I called the doctor and he wanted me to come in and check my blood. I went in very tired but at peace with it being what it was. It wasn't gut wrenching anymore and I didn't feel that void in my heart as I'd felt the last times. I was aiight.
Today I took it slow...didn't do much that required brain waves. When the doc's office called to tell me they wanted me to put on an estrogen patch and to continue my progesterone I thought it stoopit but I just said okay. According to them, it's still too early to tell and there is still a chance. According to me...I know it's done. I know my body and I know my bleeding patterns. It's done.
So...for those of you who checked today to see if I'd wrote anything...I'm sorry to disappoint you earlier. I was just resting.
Our plan is to save money for a surrogate. Our embryos are healthy. We had two perfect embryos this time. It should have worked. The culprit is my uterus. I've had surgery on it in 2000 to remove large cysts that were extremely painful and there is scar tissue there. So we'll hire a 26 year old healthy uterus to carry our baby.
I was asked how I really felt about having another woman carrying my baby. I'm perfectly fine with it. I mean, sure, I'd rather it were me so I can bond with my baby while in the womb...but hey...there are benefits. Just think of how Angela Basset looked in the pics with her new babies. Tummy all flat, arms still tight. I'm aiight with that. :) And this way...there are no time limitations because of my age.
So, tonight I'm sitting here laughing with my Robinator again like we haven't just been dealt a deadly blow. We're joking and giggling and we're closer than ever. We discussed going on a trip in the next couple of months...somewhere I can have a good time doing what I like to do since I kinda didn't get to do much on our vacation in August. We didn't say for sure yes or no...but having positive possibilities on the horizon makes me smile.
So..what are my plans now? Well I'm actually online searching for dance studios in my area and for guitar lessons. I think I'd like to learn to play. The possibilities are endless.
For this entire year I have been doing procedure after procedure, month after month of drugs, shots, doctors appointments, pumping my body full of everything under the sun...that a break from all of this feels promising. I've let this completely take over our lives and it has ended in complete disappointment. The fact that I can see outside of this is good. I think.
I am going to live one day at a time and I'm going to be just fine.
Those of you that have been on this journey with me...thank you. You have no idea how much your e-ship means to me. The love you have shown a complete stranger is phenomenal and I am humbled by it. I look forward to the time when I can put a face to each of your names and enjoy sharing a meal with you.
I love you.
Monnie AKA CreoleInDC
P.S. Your mouse doesn't help. You should know I'm smarter than that...but I'm flattered you went to so much trouble to still be able to visit. ROFL!
Then...I got annoyed with her asking her why in the world is this person her friend. The answer was quite simple actually..."We're friends because we've been friends for so long." Hmmmmm.
I thought about that and really couldn't say much else, because we ALL have those friends we're still friends with because we've been friends for so long.
What happens to make some of us evolve and some not?
Back in the day I didn't have a problem with getting dressed up and going to a party with my friends. It didn't matter that the same thing would happen every time. I'd get excited to go, play dress-up with the clothes into my closet until I found the perfect fit, pick up or meet up with everybody, get inside the party and then...I'd be bored as hell. I'd stand there looking cute and end up asleep in the back of the club waking up to a flashlight in my face:
Security Guard: Miss? MISS?
Me: (Wiping side of mouth waking up.) Yes?
Security Guard: Do you need to go to the detox room?
Me: WHADAHELL????????? THERE IS A DETOX ROOM?
Anyway...that was up until my mid 20's when I realized the highlights of those evenings were playing dress up and then...I just played dress up in my room and called it a night. But I had/have friends that still think this is the thing to do on Friday and / or Saturday night. Not that there is anything wrong with this...but shouldn't by the time you're 36...you get to the point where that just doesn't do it for you anymore?
I gotta trackback here I know. I've gone off the beaten path. My question is this...what do you do with those friends you have outgrown but have never really done anything to you to make you cut them off? Or what about the friends that have changed for the worst? You know...you both were raised by normal people in the same kinda circumtances and somehow they go off the deep end doing crazy ish that you just can't condone or that just doesn't fit into your lifestyle. How do you get to the point where you can cut these people off?
Remember in the movie "Love Jones" when Nia Long's character said, "All we have are all those years." Could you stay married to someone that hasn't evolved positively with you because of "all those years?"
What about the friend who has gone the holy roller route? Now you know I believe in the power of God but I'm the last to be a holy roller and it annoys me when people are that way. I'm always thinking..."Puhleeze...just last year you were ho'ing around and now you wanna be all saved." Not that people don't have exactly that same experience...but 5 times in 3 years? Come on bruh..who you fooling?
I know, I know...I'm going on again.
I have cut off ALL the bad fruit from my tree of life. There may be a few hangers on...but I'm waiting to see how it all pans out. How did I do it? Probably the way you shouldn't. I went clean the hell off and then went radio silent. Which means no communication. Period. Even if their fiance called to tell me there was a death in their family. The family has my condolences but I'm not about to be sucked back into THAT drama fest.
There have only been two people that I really remember vividly having to do this with that I let back in . (The others were insignificant apparently...lol.) I know myself very, very well and I know what I can and canNOT deal with. I'm sure you've picked up on the fact that (as a commenter told me today) I am fiesty. LOL! That said, I have no problem with telling someone where to go. None at all. BUT...(you knew it was coming) sometimes I can be wrong and hasty in my judgment (I'm working on that...SHUT UP LES!).
In my old age, I try to give people second chances and I have done that recently (well at least in the last 4 years) and I have to say...it's worked out once and the other time....I WANTED TO KILL SOMEBODY! I didn't...but I wanted to. Needless to say, that scenario made me think I should have just followed my first mind and left that heffa alone. When she tried coming back again....I damn near broke my keyboard telling her HELL NO STAY AWAY FROM ME AND OUT OF MY LIFE YOU PSYCHO CRAZY CHICK! (Well maybe I didn't put it QUITE that way...lol!)
(Once again, I'm digressing.)
So what have I concluded? That you should follow your mind. The thing about hanging with dogs and getting up with fleas that your mother always told you is true. You might fight against it, but you are judged (wrongly so in some cases) by the company you keep. If you are friends with a ho...some might assume you are one as well. Best friend is a crackhead? People will figure you must be on the pipe as well.
Keep your tree free of rotten fruit. As my Grandmother says, "They draw flies." LOL!
Me...I did it swift once and then I softened and let the person back in. She proved to me that I am so right when it comes to cutting people off and keeping it that way.
I am so happy the Saints won! So very happy!
Weezy is a season ticket holder and started calling me early yesterday with a play-by-play of the tailgating I missed (Bruh...you shoulda came home bruh!!!! Bruh, turn it on ESPN...I'm the only one with a brella! (Me: WHAT CHANNEL IS ESPN?????????)). LOL! And I am EXTRA glad he was able to be there because he is the Saints BIGGEST FAN.
What did this victory mean to us? Hope. Hope that things are looking up for our most majestic city. Hope that all will be right soon. Hope that those who want to return home will be able to in the very near future.
It's a beautiful day. (LOVE U-2 by the way!!!!!)
Off topic: How am I feeling? Good. Surprisingly good. Is that odd? Last time I was in pain around this time. I get quick twinges of pain but not that constant pain I was in before. That's a good sign right? I haven't been stressed at all. Haven't raised my voice except for once and have only been in a foul mood three times. I had someone yesterday try to get under my skin but to be honest...they just made me laugh cuz I'd just finished watching Kat Williams (yes AGAIN) and when it got to the part that said if you're a woman and only have 14 haters you need to have 16 by the summer's end. ROFL! HOW FUNNY IS THAT? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Diva said dang...you got a new one already! Naw playa...she wasn't new...we peeped her a long time ago.
Tip: How to know when Monnie is pissed. Monnie cusses as you guys know. LOL! When Monnie doesn't cuss...she's usually laughin at you UNTIL you piss her off. If she's laughin at you though...you probably won't piss her off cuz she thinks you're stoopit and it'll make her laugh harder.
Aw well, good times.
The Saints won.
I feel FABULOUS!
I'm really excited folks. Can you tell? I just can't stop grinning. LOL!
I'm surrounded by runners. Robby has run two marathons, the Mardi Gras and the Marine Corps, his sister has run like three including the San Diego and the Marine Corps and MY sister has run one in Hawaii.
Me...I don't run from nothing but danger. I just don't get down like that. LOL!
Well, the Marine Corps marathon is coming up again and it made me think of last years.
My mother-in-law and I decided we were going to do the 8K (or was it 5K???) walk while Robby and his sister ran the marathon. We were READY! We parked early on a cold morning and took the Metro to the starting point. Robby and his sister dressed in Under Armour...my mother-in-law and I super cuted up in our jogging suits. (Why are these called jogging suits? I never see people jogging in them.) We're READY BABY!
So we get there and watch the runners take off and take our place in the mini race. We'd told everyone we knew we were WALKING it. No running. WALKING.
So we start off at a good pace. Walking and talking. Laughing and just having a good old time. It was a GORGEOUS day. I'm smiling just thinking about it again. (Yall know somethings coming huh? LOL!)
Well we got up early. Really early. And we had a house full of people cuz it was also the weekend I threw Robby a big surprise birthday party and we had friends in from out of town. Needless to say...we didn't have time for breakfast. And I love me some breakfast.
We were about a good 30 minutes or so into our brisk yet leisurely walk when we rounded a corner in Virginia and there was a Corner Bakery. Now...we're in a RACE. We have our placards pinned to our jackets. And all I said was, "Corner Bakery has good breakfast." THAT'S ALL I SAID YALL! THIS AIN'T MY FAULT!!!!!!!!!!
My mother-in-law being the BEAUTIFUL, FABULOUS woman that she is said, "Wanna go?" I REPEAT. She said, "Wanna go?" Now...she's my MOTHER-IN-LAW. My husband's MOTHER. Someone I love and respect. It was my DUTY to ensure she was having a good time visiting so we stepped off the road and into the Corner Bakery and had a good slow breakfast.
When we finished we stepped out and stepped back onto the street. We noticed there were lots of other people standing along the street, then they started cheering and clapping. And I'm like...o..kay...cuz there was NO-ONE on the course EXCEPT US cuz we stopped for a while with breakfast. So yall know my dumb butt...I started waving at the people and smiling and my mother-in-law is nodding and we're both VERY perplexed.
Until we heard it.
The MP motorcycle and the camera crew right behind us escorting the WINNER OF THE MARATHON coming up RIGHT BEHIND US! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees indeed! We all in the way. People looking at us like we crazy, snapping pics and whatnot and me with bacon grease on my dang lips. ROFL.
One thing I'm good for is getting my laugh on and baaaaaaaaaaaaaby...I laughed my BUTT OFF! Both of us did. We were HOWLING! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So then we start explaining to people and stuff that we'd stopped for breakfast and that we were not a part of the MARATHON. To which all of them cracked the heck up too. It was HYSTERICAL! But man...our breakfast was GOOD!
Whew! I might have to do that again. LOL!
I'm sure yall know I'm not much of a fan of our current President or administration. I mean sure...I speak my peace...but then...I just leave it alone. It is what it is. I don't have a problem if YOU are a fan. I may be puzzled by it...but hey...this is a free country. Do you.
That said, I was on the Metro going to my acupuncture appointment and this guy was talking to this chick saying that while Bush is out and about in other countries...somebody oughta whack him and then the American people would be free. Hmmmmmm. I frowned and the guy was perplexed I guess cuz he looked at me weird when I frowned.
Feeling compelled to say something in the awkward moment, I smiled and said: "Well...I'm not a Bush supporter AT ALL. But I'll say this. I don't give a dang what other countries he goes to. I don't give a dang what he did. I don't give a dang what he DOES. No one had better lay a damn finger on him. No one. Yes...he may be a screw up...but guess what? He's OUR screw up. No one else better not touch him hell or it'll be some ish."
Now...that sounds as if I kinda COULD be a supporter huh? NOT. I just don't think anyone should think they are bad enough to mess with OUR damn president regardless of who he/she is.
It's kinda like your lil annoying brother or sister. You might think you HATED them when you were younger right? Use to punch him/her when your mother wasn't looking or trip him/her down. But let somebody touch one hair on his/her head and I bet you'd have been leading the pack to deal with said culprit. It's called loyalty. In the sibling case...it's familial loyalty. In the case of Bush...it's called loyalty to the face of our country and American pride.
We might not like him. We might think he's the symbol of what is wrong with government but he's OURS. Just like that nutty azz Uncle you have that you never talk about. He's YOURS.
We can talk about him. It's our right. We're Americans.
You are free to move about the country.
Once again yall KNOW how much I love FABULOUSLY CREATIVE PEOPLE! And lookey look! A creative HOTBOY! http://www.kascollectioninc.com/
He's one of the showcased designers at: http://www.fashionfightspoverty.org/
Hopefully, I'll be in the house acting like fancy folks. ROFL!
(Yes...I said fancy folks. And yes...I know I'm stoopit! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Too early? Oh yeah...it's only September 24th. Halloween is Oct. 31st. Dilemma folks. Dilemma.
Ya see...I have a neighbor that has already decorated for Halloween. It's nice. Not ghoulish or garish...very classy. Nice.
See...I have some NEW stuff for them this year and I'm ITCHING to put it out. JUST ITCHING! But it's not time yet. Is it? IS IT? Can I?
What do YOU think? Is it too early for me to put in on 'em?
Well...as you know, we're going to stop trying until next year just to give me some time to BREATHE.
In preparation for this possibility...I'm planning what I'm going to do so I don't die of despair. Here's the short list:
1. Re-plan my "summer trip" with my girlfriends. They have been so awesome during this and DESERVE for us to go somewhere FABULOUS and kick it.
2. Take dancing classes.
3. Take another swim class.
4. Focus on taking my writing to the next level.
6. Get in SUPER great shape by completely toning up my body.
7. Take an art class at our community arts center.
8. Check out adventure competitions.
9. Get back to kickboxing.
10. DRINK WINE!
This is my plan in the event of the absolute worst. You KNOW how much I want this. Hell...I feel you guys want it for us too...but if it doesn't happen...at least I have a plan to kickstart the next phase of Monnie.
Please God...don't let me have to have an alternate plan. Please let THIS be done. Please.
She could have been sick and you didn't know it. Or...she may have been in a bad car accident. She could have dropped dead of a heart attack while shopping at the mall or just fell asleep and never woke up. She could have been sitting in her kitchen and your father could have shot her in the head. Either way...she's gone.
How would you feel?
What was the last conversation you had with her?
When was the last time you saw her?
Did you tell her that you love her?
I remember the last time I saw my mother alive. She had on jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Her hair was down around her shoulders surrounding her face. She was all of 4'9" but her smile was HUGE. She stood at the street in front of our home as I was driving off just waving and smiling.
The last time I talked to her could have been tragic. Earlier in the day we'd argued. I said some harsh things. She said some harsh things. Since we spoke on the phone 4/5 tmes a day our next conversation was our normal "girlfriend" kind of conversation. At the end...we both said I love you.
Those were the last words I heard my mother speak to me.
What was I doing the day my parents died? I was having a picnic with some friends. When I got home I had a message from a friend that I needed to call home immediately. I did. No answer. I kept calling. No answer. I called my Grandmother's house and someone told me my daddy had shot my mother.
I jumped in the car and raced home. I lived in Baton Rouge and my parents lived in West Baton Rouge. I'd just returned to Louisiana after living in California, then Arizona for three years. JUST returned. I came home October 18th. They died December 13th.
When I got to our street...all of our neighbors and friends were in the yard and in the street. Police were there. Two ambulances. My brother was handcuffed to our fence because he'd tried to get to her and was fighting off police to do so. They thought it appropriate to handcuff my brother to the fence. To HIS fence. In HIS yard. While HIS parents were dead inside HIS house that THEY were allowed to go in but HE wasn't.
He was never the same after that. A beautiful, smart boy...on a baseball and engineering scholarship. He was never the same.
I couldn't hear anything but roaring and I started running. Running away from it all like I'd aways done back then. Run.
What happened? Well...my mother had gotten tired of getting her butt kicked by my father and she'd decided after 23 years that she'd finally had enough. Unbeknowst to most of us...she'd gone to the court house to file papers to get him "evicted" per se from our home. It took a while to get the paperwork done. A policeman who was on his way home decided that he'd drop the court order off to our home by himself. He thought he could handle my father by himself. My father, ex military, self professed mountain man. Well known to have kicked the azz of many men. A genius. A man RIDDLED with the sickness of untreated bi-polar disorder. He thought he could deliver the court order, watch my father leave, and then he could go home and have dinner with his family.
I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's too hard. I only want to ask you if the people in your life know how you feel about them and if you had to...would the last conversation you had with them haunt you or heal you. Cuz you think about it all the time. I promise. I know.
I hope many of you don't wonder too much why I am what/who I am too much. I hope you don't come here sometimes and say to yourself...why is it she gets so angry? I hope you don't do that thing that some of you whom have not experienced total life destruction do and take light my circumstances. My mood can and does change with the direction of the wind blowing. And I have good damn reasons. I can be happy one minute or I can be moody and melancholy the next. I can celebrate being FABULOUS and I can revel in my abyss. I never know which way my wind will blow. And no...I never forget where I came from.
It is what it is. I am who I am. They made me. I am a product of my environment.
Today is a bad day. Yesterday was too.
I love you.
Friday night we watched his new standup on HBO and man...I gotta say. Once you get past the repeated use of the N word and the F word...you're gonna laugh your azz off.
1. It's called SELF Esteem. Esteem of your SELF! How is someone gonna make YOU feel bad about YOU?
2. Where is my compass?
3. Stop putting them kids on them lil blue leashes.
4. Luxurious hair.
5. Michael Jackson's non-mixed kids.
6. Stretch marks: Either you were big and LOST weight or you were small and GAINED weight.
7. I can see you! It's on yo NOSE!
8. He sposed to like Skittles.
(Diva just told me to feel free to hate on her. BWhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Girl you too funny!)
I wasn't gonna post this till I could find a clip of it...but it hasn't hit YouTube yet.
Re-post so YOU can read it again. YOU KNOW WHERE I AM. Humph.
One of the greatest accomplishments I have made in life is by finally realizing just how FABULOUS I am. When I look at my life and all that has happened to me...it's staggering to know how far I've come. Because of this, it has become a quest of sorts in my life to show as many women as possible just how FABULOUS they are.
How do you do this? Now that's the question. I guess it's really very hard to explain because it's something internal and you just have to DO.
Start by having your own D-Day or personal baptism. You know how there are so many things in your life that you try not to think about? It could be things that have happened to you or things you've done to others or things you witnessed. Sit down somewhere and think about all of this stuff. Let all of the ugly from these circumstances wash over you and accept them. Cry if you need to. Feel guilty, allow every natural emotion to wash over you regarding the situation you're remembering. And then...get up.
Get up and realize that those things happened in the past. Get up and realize that you are no longer the person who would allow such to touch her internal life again. Get up and realize that you can be whomever the hell you want to be. Truly.
My own D-day occured because I truly believed the negatives were going to take over and force me to end up in jail one day. I was just so ANGRY! At every single fuggin person I came in contact with. And the people I attracted were the same exact way. I told myself...in a moment of weakness..."Man...what's so fugged up about me that makes me attract only fugged up azz people?" And in my moment of clarity while I thought about where I was coming from and everything that I was doing to stay afloat in my negative world...I knew...without any doubt...that my problems were because of me and my attitude.
I stole glimpes into my past, because I had effectively cut out those sections of my memory, and I cried. I was disappointed in myself. I was shamed. I was embarrassed. But the most important thing was I knew that's not who I wanted to be. I knew the world held much greater experiences in store for me. I knew I was destined to have a FABULOUS life. And that's exactly what I started to do.
The awesome thing about finally finding this power within yourself is that you will be amazed at just how little you have to DO in order to shake the negative people out of your life. Because they will ALWAYS do it for you. LOL! They will start to think.."Who does she think she is? She ain't all that!" And begin to have their own glimpses into their past they are not ready to deal with. So they will justify it to themselves by saying...she tripping. Because they aren't ready for the shift in dynamics. And they won't be able to accept it. They might blow up and cut the fool...but according to how far you are in your own journey...you'll be able to recognize it as it is. And continue growing.
So I guess the first step to all consuming FABULOUSNESS is acceptance of who you are. Because all of those experiences in your past contributed to making you who you are today. Good AND bad.
I have so many wonderful FABULOUS friends now who tell me they couldn't STAND me when they first met me. My answer? I know. I used to be you and hate with a vengence anyone who wasn't like me and saw them in a place which elluded me. I thought they were fake and phony and full of ish. One of my girlfriends told me the other day...Monnie it's been 5 years and and I've been FABULOUS for 3 of them and I guess I have to say that these have been the best 3 years of my life thusfar. LOL! THAT'S MY DANG GIRL! SHE KNOWS WHO SHE IS! (I know you're reading this...so I'm not gonna put you on the spot! LOL!)
Once you accept you...then you will slowly begin to develop self-confidence and from that will stem good self-esteem. Point blank. I promise you. And when you have those things...girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl....your life is going to get so much better. They will notice it at work and your continued positive can do anything attitude will get you noticed and promoted. You will walk with that certain "something" and, if you're single, a good man with that certain "something" will recognize you. (Princes recognize Princesses. LOL!).
You will meet new friends that have IT and you will begin to build a support system that is PHONOMINAL because people that are doing the dang thing tend to only surround themselves with people of the same ilk. (UNLESS that person still has self-esteem issues and therefore only deals with people doing bad so they can feel better about themselves. *sigh*)
As those who read this blog already know. I've been through some of the most devasting things a person can go through. But I SWEAR TO GOD I know just how blessed I am. Even when I'm pissed off that things are taking longer than I think they should. Even when I'm dealing with negativity and trying to find the lesson within.
Is being FABULOUS hard? You damn right. But it's easy too because it becomes a way of life. With FABULOUSNESS comes a responsibility to touch as many people in a positive manner as possible. They might resent you for it right off the bat. They might think you are fake and phony...but eventually...with time and continued FABULOUSNESS...they too will see the light.
Now I know this is much harder for some people than others. I mean...you can have children and be a single parent and not really have any down time available to just focus on yourself. But once you really think about the alternatives....I bet you find a way to make the time. Be it during your work commute or in the wee hours of the morning when the house is quiet. Mothers need to do this more than anyone. Because as soon as THEY become FABULOUS...so will their children. And how FABULOUS would that be?
FABULOUSNESS will also lead you to take pride in your appearance. Keeping your hair neat and your cute on. Because a FABULOUS person recognizes her strengths. You are going to evolve into someone so beautiful and you are going to owe it all to God for giving YOU the strength to change.
Every human being is an evolution of himself. The person you were ten years ago shouldn't be the person you are today because of your exposure to new aspects of life. Remember that. YOU'RE EVOLVING every day in small doses and you won't recognize the difference unless you journal and can look back at your entries ten years ago as opposed to your entry today.
Maybe you should start a blog. There are lots of free sites that you can make public (as this one is) or private and just for your own reading. It helps because the written word is usually the most pure in my opinion as thoughts can be fleeting. Write it down and decide how much you like who you are and in which direction and with what emphasis you'd like to evolve.
I guess I don't really have much to add to this right now as it's the beginning of an absolutely BEAUTIFUL day. Robby is already on the golf course and won't be home until noonish and then we and a girlfriend are finally going to see "Akeelah and the Bee." We'll have a friend over for dinner and laugh and have a good time. Life is so good. Life is so very good.
HAVE A FABULOUS DAY MY FRIENDS! Oh..and take the time to do something special for yourself today. It can be as simple as polishing your toenails or taking a bubble bath. Just DO IT!
I like Starbucks even though I don't drink coffee. I just like the ambience of the place. It's very relaxing. The music is always good (I've bought some of my favorite cd's from there) and it's just so cozy in there.
I always go and just chill out between running errands. Only thing...I'm cheap as hell and can't see myself paying $2.85 for a cup of tea. I mean...come on. So...I always buy a BOX of tea (which has 25 bags in it for $4.95) and ask for a cup of hot water. :) How awful is that? So...I have my tea and 24 more bags to take home.
Stoopit imaginary person: That's why you have all of those boxes of tea?
Stoopit imaginary person: Cuz you cheap?
Me: I wouldn't say I'm cheap per se...just frugal.
Stoopit imaginary person: Yeah...that's just a $20 way to say cheap.
Today wasn't a good day. I felt bad all day. My stomach is so uncomfortable and I just feel bad. Really, really bad. *sigh*
We decided not to go on our usual Friday night date night cuz I felt just too awful for words. I can't even explain it. It's like my stomach is about to burst. I can't even stretch cuz when I do my left ovary hurts and VERY painfully. I can't get comfortable sitting or standing.
Robby, I and my girlfriend Becca are sitting on the sofa in the family room watching VH-1 Soul Videos laughing cuz on Friday nights they always play good old stuff. We're currently cracking up at Cameo's "Back and Forth." We look like complete nerds cuz all three of us have cups of tea and our laptops on a Friday night. ROFL.
So yall remember I've been letting my hair grow since February for two reasons...one...just cuz I wanted to...two...cuz it irks me when folks think black women can't grow their hair and instead use weaves and wigs and such.
That said...here are some random photos of my journey so far: http://monicamingo.smugmug.com/gallery/1852017/1/92890324
It was 43 degrees last night...sounds like SOUP TIME! So what did I do? I made soup, of course!
Here's my favorite soup in da WORLD! Don't worry...it's nothing like that crap tomato soup you're accustomed to seeing. This is a Hungarian recipe:
Creamed Tomato Soup
2 tablespoons of butter
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 onions, chopped
1/2 teaspoon crushed dried thyme
1/2 teaspoon crushed dried basil
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
2 (28-ounce) cans diced tomatoes, undrained
5 tablespoons tomato paste
6 cups chicken broth
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons granulated sugar
1 cup whipping cream
1 cup milk
2 tablespoons of butter
We have no voice. When I say we I mean normal, regular black people like me. Media speaks to everyone but us. EVERYONE has a voice...BUT US.
Think about it.
How many times have you picked up the latest glossy to read about the best hair care regimens and black hair wasn't included? Economically, we're their target audience...but there are not enough of "us" to warrant including us in said article. What about the skincare articles? How many times have you read about black skincare in said glossies?
I started thinking of this yesterday when I was flipping through my new "Real Simple" magazine and they were reviewing brushes. I was surprised to find they included the best brush for black hair (which is a boar brush by the way). I mean I was SHOCKED! Mouth WIDE OPEN! Then I smiled and then got mad at myself for smiling. Why? HELL...ALL MAGAZINES SHOULD INCLUDE US! We're in the economic demographic...but...once again...there just aren't enough of us. *sigh*
The media that targets blacks target the masses. And the masses are, apparently, the people who watch BET and need McDonald's commercials that are essentially music videos with folks rapping and ish. WE...as in you and I think these commercials are stoopit. The masses must be bobbing their heads and eating at McDonald's cuz the commercials haven't changed per se in years. Why change if it's working? *sigh*
Oprah speaks to rich people of any race. Who else can afford the mess on her O list? Not I. I'm a TJMaxx /Marshals kinda gal liberally peppered with Bloomies. What about you? Are all your shoes $570? Do you wear $300 cashmere slippers? Hell...me either.
The so called "black" glossies have started to push us out too. More and more their articles are about how jacked up black men are and baby daddy/mama drama. More and more we find that they...THEY are stereotyping black folks more than ever. You will NEVER find one of those mags at my house. NEVER. They need to redeem themselves for at least a year before I ever try again. Seriously.
Who speaks to US? Do we matter? If we're not of the ghetto masses...no one is speaking to us. Our voices are on mute to them.
This bothers me. Always has, always will.
The world we live in.
It is what it is.
I've always known I have an addictive personality which is why I never tried drugs. I know, I know. Yall thought I never smoked weed or anything because I'm such a good girl. NOT! I never did ANY drugs because I'm scared to look like Halle Berry did in "Jungle Fever."
(Gata: Look at my new dance mama! Mama I gotta new dance!)
Stoopit imaginary person: Why do you always get off track like that?
Me: I thought you were in Fiji?
Stoopit imaginary person: I missed you and your misery.
Me: Oh. Welcome back.
Stoopit imaginary person: Thanks...pass the raw nuts and let's get back to the show.
Me: Sada tey.
N E WAY! So...how hideous is that? My reasons for not trying drugs aren't noble...it's pure vanity. LOL! I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too cute for all that.
"Lost" is my crack and crack AIN'T whack!
I have always loved me some Oprah. Seriously. I mean...hey...SHE'S DA BOMB! Right?
I used to never miss her show and would record it if I knew I wasn't going to be home to watch it. Oprah was science to me. She was everything I wanted to be. She was da shiznik! And if anybody had anything bad to say about her...hell...I said the same thing Bobby Brown said on the cover of "Vibe" about his wife. LOL!
How did it happen that I became disillusioned with her? I was invited to be in the audience of her show on the movie "Something New."
Most of you remember what I wrote happened as I just wrote a cover story of our experience. You see...even then I wanted to continue my love for her. I don't have anyone else really to "look up to" in the media so Oprah was my girl as she is for so many others.
When I spoke to the producer on the phone, we talked and I was under the impression they were about to do a very real, very needed show about interracial relationships. Because of my admiration and respect for all the show has given me...I was super excited and I just KNEW Ms. Winfrey was gonna do the dang thang. I just KNEW it!
This is the email I sent to the producers after our experience. I also put it on her messageboard:
My husband and I attended the taping of the show with Sanaa Lathan and came away with a VERY negative taste in our mouth. The direction of this show was ALL WRONG! The show supported all of the negative stereotypes surrounding interracial relationships I've ever had to fight against as a black woman married to a white man.
When we were called by _____ in response to my email regarding the movie "Something New" we were so excited because we thought that finally someone would get it right as the Oprah Show always seems to do. We were so upset about the discussion about black women's hair and the audience/panel member who stated her husband could "throw "it" and that "it" was pink that we were speechless. Everyone thinks that white men are with black women because of sex or that black women are with white men because of money. My husband and I married because we love each other. When we met we were both professionals. *sigh* I didn’t need his money and he’s a handsome man, he could get sex from a woman of ANY race.
My husband came away from the show with the thought that you guys found white men who were at the bottom of the barrel and whom couldn't get a normal white woman to be with so they went for a black woman. How awful is it that he came to that conclusion?
None of the people that were interviewed were the types of couples that could dispel the stupid stereotypes we encounter on a regular basis. Your show had the opportunity to have a frank, serious discussion and do some good. From what we saw personally, you may have set interracial dating back by 20 years. I'm hoping you are going to redo this show before you air it especially the comment of not being able to have sex in the shower because the woman’s hair would get messed up. HOW DISGUSTING WAS THAT VISUAL????? On the Oprah show. *sigh*
Because I love Oprah so much, I have only shared this with the few people. When I wrote of our experience on my website www.MonicaMingo.com, I only talked about surface things as I was so embarrassed. Please Oprah...don't air that show as we saw it. It was embarrassing and insulting.
We love you.
Humph. Needless to say, we got no response and the show was as disgusting as we thought it would be.
Now...since then I've been watching Oprah sporadically. If I catch her, cool, if I don't, cool.
Today, I watched yet another story with close ups of the gratitude and tears of Katrina victims getting a home. Ya'll remember I'm sick of Katrina stuff right. Well I'm even more sick of the rich and famous getting 15 more minutes of fame for DOING something with their exorbitant paychecks. No...I'm not hating. But I'd like to think that if I had celebrity money...I could do something for someone without cameras around.
Hell...I don't know what I'm trying to say...AGAIN. I'm just upset cause Oprah isn't one of my heros anymore as I've learned to view her without my rose colored glasses on and what I see now...ain't all that pretty.
Oprah is the media. Her show is what everyone wants to see. If she put something on nobody wanted to see...then no one would watch it. Then her show can't sell advertising which we all know makes the network world go around. Money baby...money.
Now I'm not saying I wouldn't do it to if presented with the research from my demographics...I'm just saying it is what it is.
Oprah my love...do you. I'll catch you when I can.
For my wedding, I wasn't going to register for fine china. Why? We're not fine china kinda people.
My surrogate mom however, made me, and that's all people got me. Fine china.
I've been thinking about that and people's perceptions of me. Apparently they think I'm a fine china kind of gal. Now don't get me wrong...I like nice things. But I like nice things I can actually USE. Fine china. Haven't used it yet...might not ever.
What's a dinner party like at my house you ask? Casual and colorful. I never do a complete formal setting. It's always casual or somewhere between. Yes, I use crystal stem and barware but it's plain crystal with no adornment. Not like my registered for Waterford crystal.
I don't ever see us being formal china kind of people no matter what we accomplish in life. I always see my kitchen as open to my family room with comfy seating and lots of colorful splashes. Everyday dishes in beautiful warm rich colors. Things that make you smile and not feel uncomfortable wondering which utensil to use. LOL!
Of course you know I KNOW what to use...but increasingly I find that less people do and I'm aiight with that.
That said I wanna know if you have formal china and how often do you use it? And if not...when you get married...would you? Register for formal china that is.
P.S. I only looked at the china today cuz I was trying to get to my stash of tootsie rolls. ROFL! How awful is that? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
How do you travel?
Me. I always wear comfortable shoes with long socks because of the quick walking and the cold air on the floor of the plane from the side vents. I wear comfortable long pants with a loose belt cuz my flights are usually long and I don't want anything binding me all up. Blech.
For shirts, I wear a tank top with shelf bra, and a long sleeve t-shirt with a short sleeved shirt on top or just a short sleeved shirt according to the season. And in my bag, I carry a fleece jacket because I always get really cold. Just in case it's REALLY cold, I always have a cape thingy in my bag too that I can use as a blankie.
I don't wear any make up because the air is recirculated and icky and will embed the make up into my skin causing breakouts later. I get up a couple of times and dampen my face with bottled water to keep it moisturized. My hair is usually plain straight. No curls, nothing. Why? I'm going to be leaning on it for hours against the headrest. So basically...I look like a plain scraggly rat. LOL! But I'm comfy.
In my Tumi backpack, I have my laptop, cell phone, iPod, portable DVD player, DVD's, snacks (LOTS of snacks...lol...cuz I eat lots of small meals daily) water, my compartment case with an assortment of tylenol, advil, benadryl (I'm allergic to bee stings), and Immodium AD (DO NOT LAUGH! LOL!) Robby and I eat pretty healthy and it can be difficult to find healthy food while traveling and we errrrrrrrrrrrra...get a tad bit sensitive by the tummy. :) (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
Also in my backpack with be my sleep scarf, a wide tooth comb, magazines, a book, a soduko puzzle book, a pen, my wallet, tea bags, hand cream, and my Kiehl's lip moisturizer (I actually have lots of these as I'm known to leave them in other purses and have to go to the nearest mall and buy one as I'm addicted to them...weird huh?) Oh...and peppermints and my cool Osho travel toothbrush for quick mouf cleanups (http://www.hometone.org/entry/osho-smart-toothbrush-for-those-on-the-move/).
My girl Amy and my sister, on the other hand, are those cute girls you see in the airport. When they travel they have on heels, fancy clothes, hair done up, make up perfect. Cute carry on cosmetic cases with make up and other toiletries (well pre the latest airline scare that is). In other words...they travel full out jazzy.
Now...this is what I wonder. What in the WORLD would they look like if, God forbid, something every happened and they found themselves stranded like these people on "Lost." Hopping along trekkin through the jungle in their heels...cute top all crumpled up, hair all over their heads, mascara running. I'd pay to see those pics. Seriously. I'd PAY. And with my luck...I'd have to fireman carry them till we found them some suitable wear. Humph.
(When they flashback to the Korean woman's life pre crash...why is she the jazziest dresser? ROCK IT SUN!)
I ain't wanna say nuttin with this post...I was just speculatin. ROFL!
CreoleInDC: you KNOW i hate tom joyner don't you?
DearLesley: no but i'm glad i'm not the only one
he gives me heeby jeebies
i HATE tom joyner
and that whole black america crap
they find the most ghetto of black america
in EVERYTHING they do
there just is no voice for normal black folks
unless WE’RE truly NOT the normal ones
and in actuality...we're the weird minority
which is a depressing thought
Diva (In Demand): i hate to tell you this
Diva (In Demand): it's obvious
i keep telling you that
10 of them for every 1 of us
why you hate tom joyner?
CreoleInDC: cuz he ghetto
Diva (In Demand): and what i tell you about deleting comments
CreoleInDC: and celebrates ghetto-ness
Diva (In Demand): i actually listen to his show
CreoleInDC: you would cuz you nosy
Diva (In Demand): you are wrong as hell
Diva (In Demand) the information itself is useful
CreoleInDC: screw that
Diva (In Demand): regardless of the messenger
CreoleInDC: anybody with a brain can google
and THAT'S my problem
these people look to tom joyner for their news
instead of being self sufficient thinkers
Diva (In Demand): then your issue isn't with Tom Joyner but with the lazy followers
He's not leading anybody astray
CreoleInDC: he's their ringleader
i HATE him
and his whole ghetto crew and show
Diva (In Demand): you’re mean
Diva (In Demand): when you don't like something you feel very strongly about it
specially ghetto mess
i hate that it has become synonymous with black people
back in the day
ghetto people lived across the tracks
we didn't mingle with em
because of rap videos and hood movies....they are who we are sposed to be'
i feel VERY strongly about this
so...even though there seems to be more of "them" than there are of "us"
i ain't messin with em
and yes...i meant POINT BLACK!
Diva (In Demand): lawdamercy
it's totally understandable
you don't have to be with them
i say stay on this side of the street with us normal people and just realize that we're outnumbered
stop thinking that it's us.......cause it's not. IT'S THEM DAMMIT
CreoleInDC: but that's just it
when ANYONE else thinks of black people
they think WE are THEM
some of the shows on tv 1
it just sickens me
DearLesley: i hate
this lady came into work one day
in an uproar
"Girl u know paul bunyan was a black man!!!!
they said it on tom joyner can u BELIEVE THAT""
and i just walked out of her face
but u can't
delete the comment
CreoleInDC: paul bunyan was NOT a black man
he wasn't even real
thats all i got to say
CreoleInDC: they are prolly talking about Venture Smith
CreoleInDC: who was "the black paul bunyun"
DearLesley: but still....just how she came in acting like
the whole tall tale
i mean Venture Smith did not have a big blue ox named Babe
people do take everything thing Tom says as the gospel truth
CreoleInDC: but their azzes wouldn't know the difference cuz they are ignorant
CreoleInDC: I HATE stoopit people
TYPEPAD SUCKS! IT SKEWS EVERYTHING! EXPLAIN TO ME WHY I CAN'T GET THIS POST TO LOOK RIGHT????????? No stress Monnie...no stress.
Then we got stuck in traffic. Lawdamerfy. So, of course, we were late. Very late. Was sposed to be there for 8:00 and didn't get there till 8:45. My nerves were getting kinda bad...but I did some meditation and relaxed. I ready my new magazine, "Blueprint" and my new "Real Simple."
When we got there, Robby dropped me off and I ran in and was taken immediately to the back.
This time I didn't start drinking my water until I was in the recliner dressed and ready to go. I drank 3/4's if a bottle of Fiji and waited for my doctor to tell us what's what.
Well...all four of our embabies survived. Two...GRADE A! WHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! (Last time only 1 was a Grade A.) Both of these Grade A's were better than the one last time. Doc recommended putting all of them in and we did. When he finished talking to us...I drank the rest of the water and was ready to go grinning from ear to ear.
(There was a brief moment of emotion when I thought about the other 4 eggs that didn't survive. I don't care how strong you are...that kinda stuff messes with you.)
The transfer was easier this time and I truly feel it's because I didn't have the bladder issue. My doctor, nurse and I were talking about smothered porkchops and mileton. Mmmmmmmmmm! Yummy. All in all, this time it was MUCH better and I felt GREAT afterward.
I was smiling so much, the Robinator started smiling huge too. We walked out hand-in-hand and I hugged him on the street for no reason at all.
I don't remember whose idea it was...but we decided to go to my favorite Jewish Deli for brunch, Parkway Deli, http://www.washingtonian.com/Dining/Profiles/parkway.html.
Now yall know I've been to my fair share of fancy places for brunch. But nothing...and I mean NOTHING compares to Parkway Deli. I used to live right down the street from the restaurant and would go every Sunday. To me...us...it's a HUGE treat! Don't expect much when you go by way of luxury. That would be no. But baaaaaaaaaby! The food is off the chain! Love it, love it, love it! I could eat their hashbrowns for every meal...everyday! LOL!
After our FABULOUS mean, we stopped at Blockbuster so I could get the complete second season of "Lost" and I am currently in my old lady nightgown, in the bed...watching the first disc. Robby is downstairs on a conference call, the dogs are running me to him. LOL! I would take a pic for yall...but I don't want nobody picking fun of me and my nightgown. ROFL!
I'm loving life today. This is gonna work. I can FEEL IT!
Oh yeah...I wanted to add something. I never really knew how tense I was until I started doing acupuncture. Now, when I think about it I visibly relax and I NOTICE my body relaxing. FABULOUS huh? You guys should definitely try some type of meditation. It seems to work.
Lola Granola....SHUT UP! LOL!
P.s. I might need to stop watching "Lost." Makes me yell too much. LOL!
Lawd yall...I am over here yelling at the screen messing around with "Lost." I'm so mad at Locke right now. Humph. He always gotta be messing with something. Stay out them dang woods and go sit down some where hell.
My nerves too bad for all all this. Yall shoulda told me not to watch this.
AND WHY IS CHARLIE DUMB AS A BOX OF ROCKS????????? Humph!
If you haven't watched this show yet...ya gotta. This show really is da bomb!
Please God let this work. Please.
(P.S. I hate watching tv with Robby...he always commentates. GRRRRRRRR! I'm trying to watch the last disc of "Lost" and he's making fun of people. Humph!)
N E WAY!
This has just GOTTA WORK.
So...I'll be on bedrest tomorrow and Wednesday so I'll be around definitely. Holla atcha girl. I'll be here watching "Lost."
Yup...in case you're wondering...I'm scurred.
My site is powered by Typepad. I used to love it. Now...not so much! I have been dealing with more issues in the past two weeks than ever AND NOBODY KNOWS A DAMN THING ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG OR HOW TO FIX IT. It's always someone elses fault. My fault, my web host service...ANYTHING OTHER THAN THEM! It is their fault. The stats have been disabled, things get screwy for no reason. I just can't take this. Yall know I have bad nerves. Humph.
No stress Monnie..no stress.
Yall know I think about my parents on the regla. Today I was talking to a friend and shared with her my tastes like chicken story. I didn't remember if I'd ever shared it with yall...so here goes...it's a good one as it's a good lesson I reflect on on the regla.
My mother used to read this women's magazine all the time. She'd clip the recipes out of the magazine and pretty much every Tuesday...she make one of the new dishes. And ever Tuesday, the conversation at our dinner table would go like this:
Mommy: So what do you think about this one? Do you like it?
Daddy: It tastes like chicken.
EVERY TUESDAY! Seriously.
So...she used to get her feelings hurt every time she cooked something new and asked that question.
Well...one day at the ripe old age of 15 I think...I asked her why she got upset when he said that. I was like hey...you KNOW he's gonna say that so why do you get mad to which she never had an answer.
I took this lesson to heart as I always thought it was crazy that she let my daddy upset her week after week when she KNEW he was gonna say the same old thing. SHE KNEW THIS. I guess it's about acceptance. You need to accept the fact that some people are going to be the way they are regardless to what you do. It has NOTHING to do with you. If they are ornery or whatever...it's cuz they are that way...nothing to do with you.
Now, should you choose to accept the mission of being around them or with them...you need to remember that you can't change that person and need to accept them with everything they come with. POINT BLANK.
I don't get mad at people when they do what they always do. I can't. Why? IT TASTES LIKE CHICKEN.
I have a friend right now that I'm not speaking to. I miss the friend...yes. But I'm not calling the friend. This friend is the type of person who is non confrontational. The friend is this way with everyone including the people in the friends home. This friend would rather pretend nothing happened to make me pissed off with them than to CONFRONT the issue. The friend would prefer if we just picked back up like nothing happened. How do I know this? IT TASTES LIKE CHICKEN. That's how this friend is. I'm not mad at the friend for being this way because I accept this. BUT...I'm not about to allow this friend to control my anger because I have a pretty good dang reason. And I am NOT going to pretend it never happened. Humph. And this friend should KNOW this about me. Why?
IT TASTES LIKE CHICKEN.