THAN A LYING, THIEVING RAT NOTHING!
Why this fool jacked Brutha Code's blog. I'm talking entry after entry after entry. WORD FOR DAMN WORD! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS MADDNESS?
HOW DARE HE? HOW DARE HE? LOSER! CRUSTY AZZ SKANK LOSER! http://bruthacode.com/?p=310#comment-9654
I've been taking a break from some family responsibility lately and I knew it was about time for me to be called to task by the elders.
I am blessed and I owe the best of me to those who assumed responsibility for me.
Responsibliity came today in the form of a gift from a family member as a reminder to me that..."To whom much is given...much is expected."
How are you? I hope all is well. I’m writing because I’d like you to post something for your “From My Inbox” section. It doesn’t have to be today, but I’m in dire need of some serious advice. The situations pretty complicated so I apologize in advance for its length. Feel free to edit it. I’m journalist so I won’t take offense.
So, I have some serious daddy issues. My father (aka sperm donor) hasn’t really been an intricate part of my life every since I was born. Despite his absence, When I turned 20 (I’m 23 now), I promised myself I would do my best to try to open that line of communication so I could move on, and not harbor the hurt I lived with as a result of his absence.
All was going well until the day before Father’s day this year. My father in his drunken stupor decided it was a great idea to give me a call in the middle of the night, and ask me how I could be so ungrateful considering all the things he’s done for me in my lifetime. He went on and on about how he sent money to me every month since I was born and boldly said my mother must have misappropriated the funds and she’d done everything in her possibility to keep him from me. He said that he’s always been an active part of my life and that he was present at all the important events that took place. My sperm donor even tried to take credit for my success, saying that if I wasn’t his child I would not have had the will and determination to even think about attending college, let alone graduate with two degrees.
Needless to say, he’s very out of touch with reality and I had to help him face facts. Very respectfully, I reminded him of what he’d done (or the lack there of), and that although he wasn’t my mother’s most favorite person in the world, my mother never spoke ill of him and always told me he loved and cared for me. I even reminded him of all the memories I had of him saying he was going something, but disappearing when it was time to actually do it. To all of that he said, “F&ck you and don’t worry about me anymore. Don’t ever call me again.” I was heated and while I wanted to call him every foul name known to man. Surprisingly, I was very calm and said. “Cool, I pray God continues to bless and keep you” and hung up my phone.
Last month my oldest sisters’ father (who was very good to me and treated me like I was his own child) died. I saw how much stuff my sister went through in order to handle the funeral preparations and the drama she experienced with family members (including my oldest sister) as a result of him naming her the beneficiary of his estate. I said all that to say, my real father just called my mother the other day asking her to have me call him so we can get his beneficiary stuff underway. I am his only child and while it might sound a little evil, I don’t want any parts of it. I don’t want anything from him and I most definitely don’t want to be in charge of handling his funeral arrangement. I mean, I’d go and even make sure I gave him a beautiful flower arrangement, but I don’t want to have any parts of it. Am I being to harsh? Should I set aside my personal feelings?
One of my best girlfriends just went through a really bad divorce. She and her husband were good friends of ours jointly. My husband and I got into an argument about her and he was mad that I kept saying how wronged she was in the whole divorce. He told me that she didn't really like me anyway and I shouldn't worry about what is going on in her life. I got mad and wouldn't let it go and so he told me what her ex-husband had told him she'd said about me. I didn't believe it but then he started telling me things I'd told her that I'd asked her not to say anything about. Turns out my husband had been holding in all of this because he was trying to figure out his anger at me over what I'd told her in confidence. Some of the things are about money issues and shopping which weren't really big things, but a lot of the stuff was about some issues I have with him and how he disciplines our children and about his family and his mother especially. Needless to say, it's caused a major problem in our house because he's hurt.
What should I do? The girlfriend has been calling and emailing but I can't bring myself to talk to her. My husband has changed the way he acts toward me because a lot of the stuff he truly didn't know how I really felt and I really hate that he found out like this. I'm so angry and I'm afraid of my marriage being messed up.
Yesterday a youngun accused me of hating on the young lady dressed like a hoochie at the bank.
Me...HATING...on a young lady dressed like a hoochie...working...as a teller...at a bank.
The thing with that word "hating" is that it's become a part of slang so the definition is lost in the beat and I'm here to RESPECTFULLY request that you learn how to RECOGNIZE hate when you see it. That's all...simple.
I thought it inappropriate for her to have her ta-ta's hanging out at a bank but I'm HATING? Um...yeah. LOL! I got me a BRAND NEW ta-ta and if anything ever happens to it or the other one...Imma go buy me some mo with a smile.
Ding...ding! May I help you? Yes...I'm Monica Mingo and I'd like to buy two boobs please. Oh of course...right this way Ms. Mingo, our boob display is on your right.
Again...recognize hate cuz what you younguns are thinking is hate is really disdain and wondering...WHY?
Hate on me playa. SANG MY ISH JILL! SANG IT! SANG IT!
Our FABULOUS cbean is studying to be a CPA as most of you know. She's taken three tests so far and received the results of her last one today...OF COURSE she did the dang thang...OF COURSE! Her next test is October 1 which is also her b-day...send all the positive thoughts you can her way!
CONGRATS CBEAN! WAY TO KEEP YO STRIDE STANK GIRL!
The Robinator got up before goodness this morning and hit the golf course. He'll play tomorrow too. I have to have my blood levels checked Saturday and Sunday morning so we can't go anywhere.
On Saturday I'm going to see West Side Story with Gladys.
Not planning much else cept IVF stuff with meds and whatnot.
What are YALL doing? I KNOW yall doing something fiya right?
Diva asked me last night did I ever take birth control pills prior to trying to get preggo. Answer...no. After dealing with cancer at age 23...I wanted no parts of daily drugs.
A commercial just went off for Seasonique, a drug that gives you fewer cycles a month. I don't trust that. But again...I've had my fair shair of doctors and meds. TRUST. LOL!
Tell me...do you use one of those drugs that gives you fewer cycles a month? Did you have any concerns? DO you have any concerns? Anything happened while on drugs like that we should know about? Are you thinking about trying them?
I am taking two classes this semester one of which is family law. My professor in her infinite wisdom decided that our first major assignment will be to interview a paralegal that works in a family law practice. Of course this is pretty much the only area of law my firm does not specialize in.
If there is anyone out there who works as a paralegal/legal assistant/legal secretary that specializes in family law or works for a family law attorney (or knows someone that fits that description) and does not mind being interviewed.
Please, please e-mail me at [email protected]
Thanks you in advance for your help!!
I had an ongoing conversation today regarding something someone said to me earlier...that's it's hard getting a single woman not to take things you say personally or as a JUDGEMENT when you're a married woman.
At first I thought it ridiculous and then...I thought on some of the more recent disagreements I've had with women and it made me wonder if the thing I thought a minor thing was really major because they thought I meant something other than what I meant. Shit...I just confused my damn self with that one.
Let me use a for example.
I had a friendship implode over something I thought wee-wee minor. And I thought this person really knew me better than she apparently did because it turns out ALL TYPES of things I thought were minor actually weren't to her.
One of the last conversations I remember having with her she was telling me about this dude she'd met at some club while out with her girls. She was having a good time and ended up chatting with him the entire night. She was so excited when she told me about him and I was grinning from ear-to-ear. We started talking about something else and then...HOURS LATER we started talking about men with kids and I stated that I never dated men with kids. She fired back with the fact that the new guy had a kid. I was like cool. She said she wouldn't date a man with plural kids but one seemed to be okay. And I was like...yeah...you're right. And the conversation trailed off.
Now how was I supposed to know that the dude had a kid when our previous convos about this subject stated she'd never dated a man with a kid either? That was like a Jedi mind trick hurled at me AND...it came out that me...the married woman was judging HER the single woman who is open to choices I wouldn't have tried.
HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?????????
I worked with a chick once whose husband sucked. HE SUCKED! I was single and dating at the time and she always tried to give me advice on how to get married. I just broke it down for her one day. I was like honey...if taking your advice will get me where you are...I'd rather shoot myself in the ear.
She stopped talking to me.
I thought about that today and about the animosity that existed between us right beneath the surface everytime she opened her damn mouth to give me a piece of her wisdom. To her...I was hatin...to me...she was a big dummy with an even BIGGER dummy as a husband. Anytime your husband falls asleep and forgets to pick you up and turns the ringers off on the phones...um...yeah...okay.
Can single women and married women be true, blue friends?
I believe you need to have a friend for everything you know but I can't say I have one friend that I can have FOR everything.
Diva and I talked about this briefly the other day. She was saying that a woman needed to have a friend she could tell the sweet stuff a guy does and says to her who will giggle with her warm and friendly like. I agreed. BUT...in my mind...single women REALLY don't wanna hear that you and your husband took a bubble bath together and talked and then curled up on the sofa together and watched movies. And...as a married woman...I'm reluctant to tell my single female friends stuff like that for fear they would feel bad which is the LAST thing I want them to feel.
I have a couple of single girlfriends that I know I can say this stuff to if I wanted to and it wouldn't be an issue...but sometimes I wonder if even THEY are immune to moments of weakness where they think here is another married being smug.
I know how to empathize with someone who is single but doesn't want to be...but on the same token...I'm not about to make them think that being married for the sake of being married is the right thing to focus on.
"You've got Robby." I've heard that a gazillion times and I wonder if the folks saying it think that I should sheepishly slink off and say...yeah...you're right I don't understand not having anyone...cuz hell...I haven't ALWAYS been in a relationship throughout all my adult years. Now sure I was in a relationship more than I wasn't in one but those were different times as I truly, TRULY feel that times are different in 2007.
See...the chick onefromphilly was gonna beat down today (THIS is why you my girl...you KNOW I'd ride shotgun with you anytime it's needed right? LOL!) is prolly empathizing with my single friend who has worked my last nerve because she UNDERSTANDS. See...my single friend is not just alone...she's LONELY. And that's something I never experience while single. I always had something to do if I wanted to do it and I always had people I could kick it with. Will I say I never wished for a relationship? Hell no. I prayed to God that He send the man for me everytime I said my prayers.
Question...as a single woman do you find it difficult to hear about things going on with your married friends when it comes to their husbands? Do you feel like why not you? As a married woman, do you sometimes feel odd telling your single friends about your husband bringing you flowers or a new piece of jewelry just because? Do you keep the sweeter things to yourself so your single friends don't think it's in some way taken as you being smug you have have a husband and they don't?
CAN SINGLE WOMEN AND MARRIED WOMEN TRULY, TRULY BE FULL OUT FRIENDS?
Just in case you've had a rough day, here's a stress management technique
recommended in all the latest psychological texts. The funny thing is that
it really works ...
1. Picture yourself near a stream.
2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.
3. No one but you knows your secret place.
4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called "the world."
5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of
6. The water is crystal clear....
7. You can easily make out the face of the person you're holding
8. See, you're smiling already.
My sister is dating my ex-boyfriend and even though I'm married going on five years now it hurts me to see them together. I want her to be happy, but I just don't want her to be happy with him. We dated for six years and when we broke up I thought I would never recover from it. The relationship is getting very serious and I really resent them. I haven't said anything and I try my best to not show how much it upsets me but am I really wrong if this does hurt me? Shouldn't sisters never date someone you've dated? I would never date someone one of my girlfriends dated and I wouldn't date someone my sister had dated either. Those guys are supposed to be off limmits. I can't tell my husband how I feel because he might think there is something still there but there isn't I just loved him once and he hurt me and my sister should know this would hurt me.
There are lots of people who aren't in a relationship so no...it's not just you. The world is not going to end because you don't have a man. Get up, get out and get moving with your life. There are lots of things going on and yet...all you do is work and go home to complain.
I'm tired of your emails, I'm tired of your calls, I'm tired of talking to you and it always dissolves into you trying to get relationship advice from me. I am NOT A DAMN RELATIONSHIP GURU! I HAVE NOT BEEN TO ANYBODY'S DAMN SCHOOL TO BE ABLE TO HELP TREAT WHAT YOU AILS YOU!
I'm tired. Tired of you complaining, tired of you pretending you're calling to check up on me when in actuality you're chomping at the bit waiting for the moment you can make the conversation about you and your lack of a man. I'm not going to feel guilty because I have one...and yes...a good one.
I have nothing else to say about it other than when it happens it will happen and if you are proactive with YOU hopefully you'll recognize it when it's heading your way.
I'm sorry...I've given you enough.
Print this out...it's the best advice I can give you: http://creoleindc.typepad.com/rantings_of_a_creole_prin/2006/08/how_to_get_and_.html
1. Do I come across as a people person?
2. Do I seem like I was born in a damn barn some where?
3. If I tell someone no I don't want to do something...do you think they should ever...EVER...keep asking me to change my mind?
4. DO I LIKE HOLY-ROLLERS?
5. IN WHAT CONTEXT DO YOU THINK I'D GO TO SOME INTERNET PERSON'S (WHO I DON'T KNOW) CHURCH WITH THEM?
Stay out my inbox. You're stoopit.
SIP: Stay out her inbox. You're stoopit.
The Robinator got up at 4:00 this morning doing some work. He's pretty good at how he slips out of the bed without thinking he disturbs me but the center of me always knows when he gets up.
I thought this morning about how hard he works and I have to say again how very proud of him and his accomplishments I am. Robby is one of those TRUE hard workers and I envy his drive and determination.
Being here at 13700 with me on drugs is pretty difficult I know. Some minutes I'm happy...some minutes I'm mad at the world...some minutes I want to give up...BUT...I never lose sight o how lucky I am to have my guy.
My friends and I laugh at what we call the "Robby Lectures" as pretty much all of us have had one about something or the other. I remember the time he lectured me and Weezy after this dude ran up on Weezy at a Saint's / Ravens game. Me and Weezy were making eye contact in the mirror of the truck...but we ain't say nuttin. LOL!
Today I'm at rock bottom and Robby's already left for the office. I still smell him as he kisses me every morning when he leaves after he's showered and shaved. I love his smell and raise my lip up to my nose to inhale it even more deeply.
I didn't write last night cuz I was pretty stressed out after those dang shots so not much is gonna be going on over here today. I'm scheduling a few things this morning...but I feel like feeling sorry for myself today so I'm going to go with that feeling. I have an upset tummy and my Lupron bleed started...I'm in a foul azz mood and someone pissed me off in email-land. I wish yall knew more about email-land...it's waaaaaaaaay better than blog-land. It's where the REAL deal goes down.
I might tell yall bout it...but most likely not. See...for every time I TELL yall about drama...I've had 10 more instances where I DIDN'T tell yall bout it.
You ever stopped going to a blog you enjoyed because of the folks who comment on the blog? Cuz you knew that EVENTUALLY you were going to end up straight up disrespecting the blog owner by cussing one of their guests clean the fug out? That's happened to me twice. LOL. I got issues. The funny part about it is that in email-land and in real life...we're all of the same mind regarding said person/people...and yet...folks enjoy the entertainment factor so much they don't say anything. Well...yall know me...I'll ban a fool for crossing a t wrong. Oh yeah...it cracks me up everytime I see your IP addy's in my stats. I've labeled them as your name in stat counter so everytime I log on to check my stats...there you are....trolling. I find you pathetically hilarious and shake my head sloooooooooowly every single time. For the life of me...I don't get it. Why do you still come over here? You know you don't like me...so what's the draw? Hmmmmmmmmmmm. You should think about that.
Someone told me yesterday that a doctor they knew said only smart people got migraines. I chose to believe that one. LOL!
Robby...I love you so much. Thank you for taking such EXCELLENT care of us. I'm know I'm a screw up and that I'm spoiled rotten. I know I'm extra difficult these days but I also know how very much you love you. You, my dear, sweet, FABULOUS man are a husband worthy of nothing less than the best in wives. I'm sorry you got stuck with me.
What goes up...must come down.
I think our experiment yesterday worked. Just got these two hits on my stats...SOMEBODY came to see what was going on from the stats of a REALLY big server. They watching us...WE watching them. We expect some action folks and thank you in advance.
8:28 AM / tbdbrand.web.aplus.net/stats
8:17 AM / tbdbrand.web.aplus.net/stats
I've decided I'm gonna get my haircut into the bangs. Just saw my girl Melody Hobson on GMA and her haircut is so cute with bangs so yup...Imma get it down. I also know who I'm going to let cut it. He's a white guy who is said to have the best cuts in Montgomery County. I'm also shortening the length.
Would you mind asking your readers this for me? I've asked some of my friends but none of them are in a relationship so I don't even think they think their answers were good ones. My question is when does dating turn into a relationship? Is it after 5 dates? After several months of continuous dating? After being intimate? After someone says I love you?
I don't know how to go from dating to a relationship and I don't know how to bring it up. I'm enjoying what I have right now which is dating a great guy for about four months now. Everything feels like a relationship. I've met his mother and he's going to meet my family in November. How does a woman know when she's in a relationship or when she's just dating someone?
I'm sorry I called you Mon in my first email. I sent that before I read that you hate it, I guess that's why you never answered me. Sorry again.
I'm trying to get back on line, but what is probably going to happen is me starting from scratch (which I so don't want to do). At any rate untill then, Monnie has been so kind as to set me up a guest space on her site. Check me out at: http://creoleindc.typepad.com/fergies_guest_room/
It's very seldom I have to go to the bank but today I did. I planned on going through the drive-thru...but it was hectic so I got out and went in. The line was short and HGTV was on the television so I was cool. Well...my turn came and this is where the assault began.
I walk up to the teller who is sitting on a stool thingy. She's smiling. My 5'9" frame gets there and allz I see is BOOBS! I'M TALKING FULL ON CLUB WEAR BOOBS. I can't be dealing with all that. I mean...it's like hard for me to talk to her and ish cuz there is no getting away from the boobs! I'm like...um...yeah...um...I need to make a deposit...and dang near throw the checks and the slip at her. She all chipper and ish talking about my day and I'm looking everywhere but at her azz. Just doody...doody do...um...yeah...it's not too hot outside...and um...yeah...huh? No...the wait wasn't too long....trail off. I mean...she looks like she's one of them models in the Victoria Secretions catalog when they wearing them chintzy azz clothes trying to convince folks that mess is okay to wear outside of Vibes and Visions. Um...NOT! Just EWWWWWWWWW!
So she gives me my slip and she leans over to get something on the other side of her so I see her pants too. Yup...more tight azz club wear. *sigh*
I walked out wanting to raintz out my eyes. I mean...I just don't need to SEE that at the bank you know? Who told her that was appropriate to wear to work at a BANK????????? Her boss didn't say nuttin to her? I mean...say bruh...it was JUST THAT OBVIOUS!
Yall ever run into hoochie-wear where hoochie-wear just SHOULDN'T be? I was sooooooo confucious. I thought any minute some music was gonna start...the lights were gonna go off and a damn disco ball was gonna drop from the ceiling. Just a MESS!
I think somebody owes me some money or at LEAST a "too much boob" apology. Either that or they need to put lap dances on their list of services they offer and what times they offer them so I can stay my azz away during lap dance time. HUMPH!
When he decided to make the change...it had nothing to do with how much the car cost...and everything to do with how reliable it was. See...he'd had the Benz for a minute and finally decided that the maintenance wasn't worth it so he did his market research and decided that Toyota was what he needed in his life. He chose the actual car this way:
Cojoe: Monnie...I need you to focus right quick okay?
Cojoe: I'm down to two cars. One is black which is the color I want but isn't fully loaded. The other is red which is the LAST color I wanted but IS fully loaded.
Monnie: You get that bluetooth feature in the fully loaded?
Monnie: Leather seats?
Monnie: Heated seats?
Monnie: The red one it is hotboy.
We put Consumer Reports to shame yall. :)
That said, the stuff I was reading talked about brand loyalty and how VERY FEW PEOPLE leave one brand of car for another unless they are UPGRADING to a luxury brand. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. I thunk on that some and I don't know how convinced I am.
So...I ask you. ARe you loyal to your Brand of car? What's the brand of your previous car? Your current car? Will you stay with this brand or are you jumping ship with the next one?
Holla atcha girl.
I asked a lot of my non-Black friends recently were they aware of the Jena Six. I was very surprised to find that none of them had. But...not really since the media hasn't been on it like a dog on a bone as they are regarding other issues.
I asked a lot of my Black friends were they aware of the Jena Six and was told that they'd heard something about it but not much and didn't feel the need to delve further into what they'd heard. AND...a lot of them hadn't heard anything.
Dear CNN: Can we have an investigation please? Can you go down and interview some folks and get the story and get some nationwide attention so it spotlights the wrongs done? I'd like to see this online, on a couple of your news shows, in print...you know the drill.
Dear MSNBC: Can we have an investigation please? Can you go down and interview some folks and get the story and get some nationwide attention so it spotlights the wrongs done? I'd like to see this online, on a couple of your news shows, in print...you know the drill.
Dear Fox News: Can we have an investigation please? Can you go down and interview some folks and get the story and get some nationwide attention so it spotlights the wrongs done? I'd like to see this online, on a couple of your news shows, in print...you know the drill.
Dear ALL NEWS ORGANIZATIONS: Can we have an investigation please? Can you go down and interview some folks and get the story and get some nationwide attention so it spotlights the wrongs done? I'd like to see this online, on a couple of your news shows, in print...you know the drill.
Do me a favor and click on the links for the news organizations SEVERAL TIMES IF YOU CAN. Why? So they can send someone over here to find out what we are saying about them. It never fails...when I post a link and yall go see what it's about...someone comes over and reads what it's about after getting a crapload of hits from here. Hopefully this one time...it will make them decide to MAKE A MOVE!
I will NEVER forget. NEVER.
August 30, 2005
Sobbing for the Soul of the South
Most days while I’m home the phone rings back to back and I’m on the computer talking to my friends and family members most of the day. We laugh about nothing and talk about everyday things sending each other articles or links to websites we’ve found interesting and/or amusing. Starting on Sunday, August 28, 2005, my phones were eerily silent, my email inbox empty.
As you know, being the Creole Princess I think I am, means I’m from Louisiana. More specifically…that dirty, dirty part of Louisiana we refer to the southern most parts of our beloved state. Robby’s family is from Mississippi, very near the Gulf Coast.
Most of my family and friends whom needed to evacuate started pulling out of Louisiana on Friday, the rest finished boarding up their homes, taking what they could on Saturday. We spoke with everyone and got the numbers to the hotels they were staying in or the coordinates of where they were going to be. We all knew it was going to be bad. But no one wanted to talk about anything specific. We waited. All of us, holding hands across the miles, stretching to pat each other on the back, bowing our heads in prayer, taking comfort in the fact that we were all safe while we waited. Me here in the D.C. Metro area, stranded, it seemed, from my beloved state. We waited.
Sunday night, we had a dinner party and our guests, we’re certain, never knew the extent of the helplessness in the face of danger to our homeland. We Southerners were all holding our breath and were barely able to get any sleep knowing that Katrina would hit land early Monday morning. My best friend, Cojoe, was on a plane to Paris. His family, natives of New Orleans, had made it to his home in Houston.
My other best friend, Weezy, told us his family was safe in Houston as well and my one of my best girlfriends from home and her family had headed to Texas. I spoke with my sister, brother, grandmother and other members of my family in Baton Rouge and was assured they were ready to bunker down knowing they’d be without electricity. We waited.
We spoke with Robby’s parents several times on Sunday, not voicing our adamant displeasure regarding their choice to stay with their home on their land out of respect. But we got off the phone feeling more than helpless. What if? What are we going to do if, if…..not able to voice even the possibilities that were included in IF. We waited.
Monday morning, Category 5…OH MY GOD!
Anyone from the South would immediately react that way when you hear Category 5. We’ve all lived through Categories 1 – 3 and remembered the devastation that remained once it left. A Category 5 was not within our immediate grasp as we had nothing to compare it to. My heart started hurting. I called those I could early…already getting “no signal” messages. I left my home for a doctor’s appointment and it all went straight to hell as I was fiddling around here away from my true home, where my heart truly resides.
Around 11:00 am on Monday we heard from Robby’s parents. They were battling the wind and the rain which had ripped off considerable parts of the roof of their main house and completely ripped off the roof of the barn. Several trees were uprooted on their land. They’d placed a tarp over their bed to see if they could keep it dry as the rain came through the roof and were trying to figure out how to save the piano. They had hours of wind and rain left to battle. That’s the last we’ve heard from them.
The shock that engulfs me as I watch the news of areas I have driven through and walked down is incomparable. The hurt I feel as I speak with people whom have lost everything is, well, I can’t describe it. Good people, who work hard everyday to provide a good life for their family are back at square one. The reports were frustrating on Monday because a lot of the areas surrounding New Orleans weren’t being reported on. My girlfriend from Slidell called me from where they’ve evacuated to ask that I search for information on their homes. I couldn’t find a thing. The lump in my throat is salty.
The looters of the grocery stores…I have sympathy for. They need food, have lost everything, the food is going to go bad anyway and if it can sustain their strength to move on to the next place to lay their heads…fine. BUT…the people looting the malls for material things…I can’t even express in words my feelings toward them.
As news of the devastation mounted…we all sat with broken hearts. Our most majestic city….destroyed. Some of the elders have said the city needed a good “cleansing.” If that’s what this was…then so be it. I am ripped in two as I look outside and the sun is shining. My house is dry and we are safe. But my HOME, Robby's HOME is under attack. We can't find peace.
It’s Tuesday and I spoke with my sister finally about 30 minutes ago at 5:30 am. She and my nephew are fine, no damage other than the inconvenience of having no electricity. As more news is available to us we are still without the knowledge that will help us sleep tonight….the knowledge that Robby’s parents are safe. We’ve decided that if we haven’t heard anything by tomorrow, we are probably going to fly to Atlanta, rent an SUV and take our chances on getting to the house in Mississippi.
Please pray for our people
We’re still waiting
Please pray for our people
Our hearts are breaking
Please pray for our people
Please, please, please
Posted by CreoleInDC on August 30, 2005 in Hurricane Katrina | Permalink
We're sitting here watching "Larry King Live" and Dr. Drew Pinsky said that there is a clinical distinction of men who have sex with men but who are not gay.
WHAT SAY YOU?
I have a very active imagination and as I was just over at Erica B's oooooohin and aaaaaahin over this outfit her azz made in FOUR HOURS! FOUR HOURS! It takes that long just for me to SHOP for some new HotNESS and her azz over there SEWING an outfit from start to finish in FOUR HOURS! FOUR HOURS!
So this is what I think Erica's days are like:
5:00 am - Get up and fix perfect fluffy pancakes, omelets-to-order, and thick slices of peppered bacon for entire family.
6:00 am - Kiss husband and send him on his way to office dressed in fur heals and a peignoir with her hair combed Erica B style and a hint of lipstick.
6:30 am - Pack perfectly healthy lunches for beautiful children who come to her continuously for advice on all things FABULOUS.
7:00 am - Get dressed in runway worthy outfit and pack perfect, beautiful children into cream colored Cadillac Escalade. They sing, happy, Motown songs together as they make their rounds to different schools for drop-offs.
8:00 am - Returns home and cleans kitchen until it sparkles and gleams.
9:00 am - Turns on oven to bake cupcakes to surprise youngest child with at school.
10:00 am - Watch Martha Stewart.
11:00 am - Pack cupcakes to take to perfect youngest child's school.
12:00 pm - Meet other single, FABULOUS, mom's for tea and crumpets while being interviewed for full spread in the Birmingham newspaper: http://www.ericabunker.com/2007/08/i-was-ambushed.html
1:00 pm - Dash home to make 4 outfits.
2:00 pm - Finish 4 PERFECT outfits.
3:00 pm - Start dinner, welcoming beautiful children home who have been dropped of by other carpooling mom, with homemade perfectly nutricious snacks.
4:00 pm - Watch Oprah.
5:00 pm - Husband returns home with three dozen roses for his beautiful wife bending her backwards in a mad passionate kiss as he tells her again and again how lucky he is to have such a perfectly FABULOUS wife!
6:00 pm - Family sits down to dinner amid laughter and the occassional lesson from mother and father.
7:00 pm - Family plays a game of Scrabble.
9:00 pm - Beautiful, FABULOUS, wonderful children dash off to bed and Erica B. and Hubby watch a movie on the sofa holding hands with her head on his shoulder.
A perfect....PERFECT day!
Erica...don't ruin this for me okay? This is how I imagine your life. DON'T RUIN IT FOR ME!
I know the entire blog world knows of Erica's interview in The Birmingham News but I just wanted to make SURE she know how PROUD her girl was of her. Girl...you my damn She-ro and I'm NOT just saying that because I fully expect you to be head of wardrobe for my production company one day. :)
Note the category this post is in.
I've always like big dudes. You know...solid, teddy bearish. I don't like thin or slim dudes. Never did. I don't care how much muscle they rocking...I just could never get past the thinness. LOL! I know that's not a word but yall KNOW I'm stoopit.
That said...what kinda guy yall like? Tall, short, bald, afro, dreads, low hair, chocolate, red, thick, thin, muscular, what?
Men...what kinda woman yall like?
Someone over at Nordstrom musta listened to me when I complained about not much jazzy in the plus size department. They brought this dress back in plus sizes and a whole lotta new cute stuff!
...fattest State in the Nation. *sigh* http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/08/28/AR2007082800103.html
WHO ARE ALL THESE WOMEN HAVING UNPROTECTED S.E.X WITH SOME BALL PLAYER?
I love her hair like this and have been thinking about getting some bangs cut in. Whatchall think? Would bangs be good on me? Be honest. I promise I won't cuss yall out.
She's talking about her new line at Steve and Barry's. Now...$20 athletic wear I can get with so I'm saying I think this is an EXCELLENT match. That SJP stuff...I'm still a NO when it comes to that.
SIP: She can't promise for me mind ya.
How do you feel about hard truths?: http://flippantdisregard.blogspot.com/2007/08/support-troops.html
And let the church say Amen: http://barbiewrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/fathers-love-letter-great-reading.html
"Is Kissing a White Thing?": http://claycane.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-kissing-white-thing.html
Jamaican blogger talking about the hurricane that hit last week: http://stunner101.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-one-week-has-past-and-things-are.html
Looking for something original?: http://www.fantasybeyond.com/urbanknight/2007/08/le-130-warning-label.html
She's not growing any wimps that's fo sho!: http://pathsnottaken.blogsome.com/2007/08/25/beauty-vs-intelligence/
I like it when she's happy: http://www.xanga.com/monilark/611468830/countdown-to-mexico.html
You'll DEFINITELY get a chuckle outta the post on "Stripping!": http://www.roslynhardyholcomb.com/
This is serious folks. Do you have a will? What happens to your stuff if something happens to you? What happens to your kids? Do you have a will? Is everything in place? You'd better get your house in order while you have a say cuz people who don't know you decide once you're dead.
I ask again....DO.YOU.HAVE.A.WILL?
That's a quote from a Tamia song and yup...that's me. "I ain't no smoking chick..." nor am I the kind of chick whose husband is going to be out till three and four o'clock in the morning. No way...no how.
Weezy always come on here and makes me want to choke his azz but a lot of times I keep our REAL arguments private cuz you know...we family and all.
Let me tell yall something. There is NOTHING wrong with being the type of woman who expects her husband to have his ass home at a decent hour. NOTHING. That ain't controlling, that ain't insecure, that ain't nothing but plain old fashioned RESPECT! If it's cool with you...then fine. But that shit ain't ever, EVER going down at 13700. EVER.
Does it mean that I'm a controlling wife? No. It means that before I made the decision that my husband was the one for me, I took into consideration all options INCLUDING his thoughts on going "out."
See...there comes a time when a man makes a decision to be a family man and when he choses his wife, he takes into consideration HER lifestyle too. If yall was the type of couple that clubbed together then that's all good. Me...I never went clubbing with my guy. Me and clubbing parted ways a long time ago and it's just not my type of thing. I'd rather be home on my sofa watching a movie so it's only natural that my guy would be the same way.
Folks can do whatever the hell they wanna do in their own relationship and just because YOU decide to do something one way as opposed to ME deciding to do something another way does not make one way wrong or right nor does it make anyone INSECURE because that's not the type of shit they would allow to go down. I'm not coming in my house at three in the morning without an emergency having been involved. That's just not my kinda thing and out of respect for my husband, my marriage, my home...that's the way it's going down. Ain't ish out there at 3 in the morning that I want to know about. I'd rather be sleep and that's the HONEST truth.
I could have NEVER been married to someone like Weezy. His political views are the antithesis of mine as are his views on societal issues. He loves bounce music and I prefer jazz. He even dresses different...TO ME. To HIM he is HotNESS to me...um...no. AND...he's a clubber and a drinker and I'm not talking wine...I'm talking liver killing stuff.
BUT...with all those differences I love him because I know his heart. He makes an EXCELLENT friend to me but he would have never, EVER, been considered for anything else. I would have never dated a dude like Weezy let alone married him and vice versa which is why my husband staying out clubbing is NOT an issue and NEVER WILL BE.