Yes...Gladys is banned. Something you'd NEVER think would happen has happened. G-Baby is BANNED for the rest of the year!
Robby: (coming upstairs) Tell me something.
Me: (looking up worried thinking he's about to question that NM charge on our debit card) Huh?
Robby: What's the difference between men stepping and being male cheerleaders?
SIP: *BLINK* *BLINK* *BLINK*
Robby: (doing a step move as ONLY a white guy from Mississippi could) If I were a male cheerleader...folks would ridicule me but if I'm a STEPPER...I'm cool. Go figure.
SIP: *BLINK* *BLINK* *BLINK*
Robby: (Walking back downstairs doing a hand cheer/move) Hoo-ah! GO TEAM!
CreoleInDC: my bags are killing me
Erica B.: I'll be more than happy to relieve you of them.
CreoleInDC: unh huh
Erica B.: lol
Erica B.: It's for your health!
CreoleInDC: unh huh
Erica B.: ROFL
How are you bringing in the new year?
For all of you that asked what we're doing...nothing. Same as we do every year. We're too old for all of that. We'll be on this sofa with a glass of bubbly and then go upstairs to bed.
When a MF counts my damn money for me. Do NOT ask me how much something costs. Do NOT try and calculate how I/we can afford to do/buy something. THAT AIN'TCHA DAMN BIZNESS PLAYA! AND IT'S RUDE FOR YOU TO SIT THERE AND LOOK LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGURE THE SHIT OUT IN YOUR HEAD YOU DUMB DRIED SACK OF TURD!
Just call me Tigger!
Went shopped for Prince Ziggy today and then went to have some stuff framed. Um...when is the last time yall got something framed????? THAT ISH AIN'T CHEAP! I mean...I've had stuff framed before, of course...but sheesh...who can afford to do that often? No wonder when folks are looking for wall art they are looking for something already framed. Sheesh.
The piece I'm getting framed is from a New Orleans' artist and it cost $250 to frame it...aaaaaaarrrrrruuuuuuuuuu...like I wanted it. THAT'S MORE THAN THE PIECE COST! How can the framing cost more than the art? Imma need someone to check on that for ya girl. Mmmmmmmkay? (Just remembered this piece I have on the wall behind the dining table...that cost like 50 times more than the print cost...ROFL!) BUT...I would think that it should balance out. When you're framing EXPENSIVE art...sure...you pay out the wazzoo..Cheaper stuff should be um...cheaper. :)
WHAT DID YALL DO TODAY?????????
And I'm sorry if I contributed to it. With all my heart...I promise. http://exhaustedspirit.blogsome.com/2007/12/29/an-open-letter-2/
As 2008 readies to roll in, I have a lot on my mind. I'm getting sick you see...and when I start to feel bad, I start to FEEL bad if you know what I mean.
I was talking to a friend about nothing in particular...you know...rambling as friends do when you're on the phone with someone you enjoy talking to and somehow...the subject of suicide came up. The friend expressed amazement at how one could commit such an act and I reminded the friend that I know a bit of this thought first hand as my father had committed the unthinkable as well.
We continued our conversation and the friend stated how amazing it was to be me...to have dealt with all that I've dealt with and continue to deal with...and yet...I'm overcoming it.
Writing this blog has given me a strength that I would have never known was actually a strength because I'm just me to me you know? Writing this blog has shown me that even though I sometimes feel like I'm fugged up beyond words...I still have a voice that folks tend to listen to and why is beyond my comprehension some times.
(The love of my life laid his head on his pillow five minutes ago after giving me a much needed massage on my 38 year old back which has seen better days for sure and fell asleep soundly. I love the way he looks in slumber.)
I'm frustrated. Truly. Beyond words actually.
See...I really, really want to make a difference in this world and before you chime in as to the difference this blog makes, blah, blah, blah...just know that I'm past all of that. The fact that Denzel's movie didn't have a better showing hurt me to my core because I think the target audience for this movie is the same audience that I want to target and if they are going to the movies and instead are sitting at home watching vile like "The Keyshia Cole Show" or "Charm School" or Snoopshithead's show...I'm doomed before I start. And I have/had/have SUCH high hopes. Maybe if Tyler Perry had made it and Madea had been in it as a chaperone...folks would have gone to see it.
I feel cursed.
So then...I'm just sitting there reading the reviews and pretty much emotionally tanking when I get an email from a young person whose best friend is a baby mama who is in a situation where she's thinking about being a baby mama to TWO children without a husband or a sense of familial stability in site. Family planning...hood style.
The young friend goes on to say the father of her child was on MySpace hugged up and kissing another woman but that when they went back again...it was no longer there. In the midst of reading this email my brain is screaming and I'm just sick to my stomach as to how things like MySpace have taken over and encroached who we define ourselves as and...that this generation coming, coming, coming...is going, going, going nowhere fast.
The young friend...I think can be saved as life changing mistakes haven't been made yet...but really...it's a shame that the young friend just MAY be the oddball in the world they live in and yet...I feel the need to reach out and make SURE the young friend knows that the thinking of the friend is NOT WHERE HER BRAIN SHOULD BE!
I'm an evil sonofabitch.
I was talking to my brother tonight and he sounded down in the dumps. "Monnie," he started out..."why do you think we had to go through that?"
"I don't know baby...but I promise you'll never go through anything like that again. Not on my watch."
He got choked up and I let him. Why? Cuz sometimes...ya gotta get choked up. He hurts me when he's hurting but I know he depends on me to have the answers so for him...I pretend and then...I go downstairs and crawl into Robby's lap and he rubs my back and kisses me. Reminds me that I'm loved.
The world we live in is fascinating in it's tapestry. IF we chose to see it as such.
I know someone who bad ish keeps happening to. I used to be that person. I was in a bad place and I had to realize that I was attracting the energy that kept me down. The one thing I've learned about that is that it's a place you have to get to yourself and no internet person is going to be able to make you see it. I could scream it all day and all night. I can show you that I know because it happened to me...but hell...nothing I can say or do will make anyone get it until THEY get it.
Tastes Like Chicken.
I'm sooooooooooo hurt. So very, very hurt.
But shit...that don't mean anything. Me...I...am just another form of entertainment. Looka what Monnie's up to next. Can't believe she did that...can't believe she said that.
As 2008 rolls in I'm not as optimistic as I was yesterday about much of anything. About Film School, about life, about the state of our nation or the world at large. All because of my personal disappointment in people when I should know better even as I pray, wish and BEG for more.
"Why should I try to resist when baby I know so well. I've got you...under my skin." Frank Sinatra
Why do I blog? I thought I knew. I thought my story was enough to make some changes in the way people thought about life in general...for the better you know? And yet...even as I tried to tell my story, a story of pain, tragedy and moments of triumph...I attracted people that can't stand me and yet...can't stay away from me.
And that scares me.
Because when I can't stand someone...I stay away from them so I know it must be a pure form of hate that keeps them coming back and I swear to goodness...I never thought someone like ME would attract energy like THAT. Not when I'm in such a good place energy wise. NOT WHEN THE SUM OF WHO I AM IS COMPRISED OF SO MUCH TRAGEDY AND PAIN.
My friends think I'm difficult to shop for. Both Weezy and Cojoe bought me the same thing for Christmas. Digital picture frames. How is it that the two people that know me the best...know me the least?
Smells like IVF over here huh?
I hurt today...New Year's Eve but I'm about to roll over and go to sleep. I'm going to see how I feel in the morning and see if the post I was working on to bring in the new year is fitting. If not...I have to start from scratch.
I'm disappointed in mankind tonight when I should know better I guess. For the first time since I've started Film School I'm beginning to doubt my decision to go.
My surrogate dad called me twice today and I didn't answer. I know he's sad about something and that I'm the only person he can really talk about his true sadness to. I wasn't in the mood for that burden today. I'll call him tomorrow and hopefully he'll be around someone and can't speak about what he probably wants to speak about. Sorry. I love you but I just can't...
I gotta go to bed now.
I can't take anymore awake.
To my young friend who got me all wrapped up tonight...you and I are going to sit down and talk. I want to know your dreams. I want to try and help you keep your head right as much as possible so you can teach those you have a direct connect to how to expect more...DEMAND more...out of life.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Sissy: why did my brother send me a text message in spanglish?
Sissy: and didn't remember the verb for "to go"
Sissy: this is what his dumbaszz typed:
Sissy: El coche y un aeropuerto y un goat
Sissy: I was like WTF? I'm guessing you're in the car on the way to the airport but why do you have a goat?
CreoleInDC: reminds me of gatos para perros
Sissy: que es perro?
Sissy: cats for ??
CreoleInDC: robby told ms. olga to put-ay up-ay el gatos para da perros
CreoleInDC: he was TRYING to say put up the gate for the dogs
CreoleInDC: he SAID....put-ay up-ay the cats for the dogs
Sissy: OMG I'm haveing a coughing fit
CreoleInDC: her response?
Sissy: STOP STOP STOP
Sissy: I BEG OF YOU
Sissy: I CANNOT BREATH
Sissy: rofl rofl
Sissy: I cannot communicate with you any further
Sissy: ya'll are tooo stoopid
CreoleInDC: imma get my class to follow us around with cameras
CreoleInDC: it be high comedy at 13700
Sissy: you really should COMEDY at all times
Sissy: and not even on purpose
CreoleInDC: never on purpose
Sissy: I need oxygen
CreoleInDC: hell...you've been here when robby has slid up and popped off a good one and rolled back down
CreoleInDC: just a mess
CreoleInDC: he needs counseling of the worse kind
Sissy: he really does just say ish and slide downstairs right quick
Sissy: leaving you with a little bit of ignance
CreoleInDC: i'm used to it
CreoleInDC: you should see your mouth when he does it
Sissy: does he realize that hes funny?
CreoleInDC: your mouf is wide open
CreoleInDC: he's just being him
Sissy: so funny
CreoleInDC: just got off the phone with a friend's boyfriend
CreoleInDC: me: you know...i like you...i'm on your side
CreoleInDC: it's gonna hurt my heart dearly if i have to show up and cut your azz
CreoleInDC: he fell OUT!
CreoleInDC: he got issues though poor thing
Sissy: well, don't we all?
CreoleInDC: fugged up childhood will screw ya up
CreoleInDC: look at us
CreoleInDC: but allz good
CreoleInDC: i'm still cute and that's all that matters
Sissy: As long as he acknowledges his shit and trys to work it out
Sissy: it will all be good.
Sissy: yeah u cute alright and STOOPID
CreoleInDC: robby told me today that i shouldn't worry so much about gaining weight
CreoleInDC: cuz maybe if i gained weight my head wouldn't look so peanutish
CreoleInDC: how TERRIBLE is that?
Sissy: that is too funny
Sissy: you do have a smallish head
CreoleInDC: no...it's not
CreoleInDC: i hate him
Sissy: its a normal sized peanut head
CreoleInDC: i'm bringing sike back
Sissy: you should
Sissy: Its clear that I never stopped using word
Sissy: I love to say it - its so appropriate
Sissy: for almost anything
CreoleInDC: i'm thinking about wallpapering something
Sissy: uhhh thats a serious task
CreoleInDC: oh...i can do it
CreoleInDC: and i'm actually good at it
Sissy: do something small like your 1st floor guest bath
CreoleInDC: just need to decided what
Sissy: your ass is the toolbelt diva
CreoleInDC: i want to do a textured paper
CreoleInDC: i think i shall
CreoleInDC: i shall
CreoleInDC: (when you say shall...makes it sound like an official decree huh?)
Sissy: I think you like a challenge
Sissy: you're crafty too
Sissy: even though I can't imagine you scrapbooking
CreoleInDC: i got all the scrapbooking ish you need
CreoleInDC: i did two pages
Sissy: HOLLERIN over hee
CreoleInDC: bored me outta my fuggin mind
CreoleInDC: that's a bunch of mindless, senseless ish
CreoleInDC: i got about $200 worth of "supplies"
Sissy: like I said I coudn't imagine you doing all that doo daddy stuff
Sissy: bedazzling ish & whatnot
CreoleInDC: somebody joked once and said they were gonna get me a bedazzler
CreoleInDC: i got SERIOUS
CreoleInDC: and was like...i'd beat your azz sleep
Sissy: a bedazzler I would have died!
Sissy: although every houshold should have a hot glue gun - I do
Sissy: even though I haven't used it in years
Sissy: I made my holloween costume one year. I was a sunflower
CreoleInDC: i do too
CreoleInDC: i have a mini michael's down in the basement storage
CreoleInDC: and i would have paid barbara streisand tickey money to see you as a damn sunflower
Sissy: Girl I was cute!
Sissy: I need to find the pictures
CreoleInDC: may i come help you find them please?
Sissy: It was very practical I used styrofoam, felt & hot glue
CreoleInDC: it would go quickly-er with both of us looking
Sissy: LOL SHUT UP
...but I don't like Indian music when someone is singing. Those high pitched moan/whails are depressing and doesn't make me feel like it should be set to music. The instrumentals are FABULOUS...the singing...not so much to me.
I'm watching the movie "The Namesake" and I just thought that.
I know...I'm odd.
So...music I don't like...Indian, gangsta rap, hard rock.
Ve ri tas - veritas = TRUTH (divine truth actually and onlinediva answered it in the chatbox last night for you too chica...)
In the event you're interested...this is a list of over 200 common Latin words. In 2007...it's not very useful BUT...as Latin is the base of our language...you should be familiar with because you can always figure out a word you're unfamiliar with by breaking it down.
Now leave me alone. You and Fergie interrupting my movie watching and I feel like I'm getting sick.
Are you an ASSET to your S/O? Or are you just the pretty girl in the cute outfit?
When Tee was here she asked me how is it that you learn how to be supportive of your S/O career wise. I asked her to elaborate. She stated that her guy who is a successful man sometimes bounces things off of her and she doesn't really know what to say and she hopes she's been supportive. I looked at her thoughtfully and answered her honestly as I'm known to do.
"Well...I'll say this. If you DON'T have a natural business acumen...the LAST thing you want to do is PRETEND you do."
And that is the truth.
I know how to support Robby career wise because I've been there...done that AND...I'm well read. I consider myself informed and if I DON'T know...I know where to find the answer which says a lot. I have lots of connections in DC that I can connect him with and I serve as a pretty good sounding board for circumstances he's mulling over. I've worked in the intel world enough to know that certain things we can't discuss and I damn sure don't ask. Why? Cuz there was a time when he couldn't ask me ish about work and I damn sure wasn't volunteering.
Now as far as there being certain steps you can take to learn more...yup...you can ALWAYS learn more about ANYTHING.
My question for YOU...
What advice would YOU give someone who wants to learn how to be supportive or MORE supportive of their S/O career wise?
(Monnie just waking up with visions of sugarplums dancing in her head...) (soft smile on her doughy cheeks...opens eyes to find Robby watching her with a frown on his face in OBVIOUS distress...)
Monnie: (smiling warily cuz she's watched too many episodes of "Snapped")
Robby: The stoopit Patriots won their game.
Monnie: (raise eyebrow questioningly)
Robby: Yeah...they came back at the end of the game and won.
Monnie: (*BLINK* *BLINK* *BLINK*)
Robby: Now I hope the Redskins lose.
Monnie: (rubbing eyes in disbelief)
Robby: You know...cuz then the Saints will have a chance.
Monnie: Bubble gum. (thinking...damn...I hope 1969 is okay...Imma hafta call her.)
I was dressed. Well...I had my pants on and a bed jacket while I put on my makeup so that I didn't accidentally drop any makeup on my FABULOUS new blouse. I was ready. Count down was set to leave the crizzib at 6:00pm.
5:50 pm Robby goes downstairs to take dogs out.
5:52 pm Jaru decides to come and give me a little piece of his affection...a big azz goober glob of slob on my FABULOUS pants that goes with my FABULOUS new blouse. You know...the black one...with the sparklies. *sigh* I.HATE.LIFE.
Sooooooooooooooooooo...need new pants. Pulled out new pants...but total COMPLETE wrong "look" for FABULOUS new blouse. New pants sat low on hips...fabu blouse needs to be tucked in so needed higher waist on pants. *sigh* New pants with low on hips waistband needed blouse that rocked OUTSIDE of pants. Found something...
MONNIE! (Husband unit at bottom of stairs tapping his foot.)
Me: COMING OH FABULOUSLY WONDERFUL HUSBAND!
Wasn't really feeling shirt...pulled out another one and then thought that maybe...just MAYBE it might be too chilly so needed to add a jacket. Remembered this belt I have that I could put AROUND the jacket to give fit more definition. Couldn't decide yay or nay.
Me: Yes dear!
Husband unit at bottom of stairs: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?????????????
Me: GETTING DRESSED...WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M DOING? (I don't like being yelled at mind ya.)
Husband unit: WELL GOTDAMMIT WE'RE LATE! IF YOU NEEDED TO DO ALL THAT EXTRA YOU SHOULDA STARTED 30 MINUTES BEFORE...NOW COME THE HELL ON!
Me: (thinking...who the fug he cussing?) (soften voice) Yes dear!
(Mumble, grumble, mumble.)
So I get downstairs ten minutes later and he's SEETHING. Seriously. Like steam coming out of his ears. I felt contrite cuz I knew this was important to him and I'm all late and ish but really don't feel guilty CUZ IT WAS JARU'S FAULT! HOW CAN I BE BLAMED FOR THE DOG SLOBBING ON ME????? NOT.MY.FAULT.AND.I.AIN'T.TAKING.IT.HELL!
Me: (in sweet voice) Can you take a picture for me? (batting long, luxurious eyelashes)
SUPER ANGRY HUSBAND UNIT: DAMMIT WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR NO DAMN PICTURES HELL! (snapping quick pic without giving me chance to "fix" myself for camera...tossing said camera at me and pointing to door...dogs scramble on sofa...I scramble out of door and get in truck)
*sigh* (look at pic...half my damn body cut off)
So now ya know why everyone at 13700 got cussed out tonight. Even the DOGS.
Was the evening a bust? Nope. Had a FABULOUS time. Good food, good wine, good people and not necessarily in that order. By the time we were headed back to the crib the Robinator was the devoted, doting husband again and reminded me how lovely I looked and how much of a good team we make. Ying and Yang...Monnie and Robby.
We're happy again. :)
It amazes me how a man with no major hair, shoe, or bag decisions to make could DARE yell at a poor, defenseless, mild, meek and SHY woman WHO DOES have major hair, bag and shoe decisions before heading out.
SO WHAT we are ten minutes behind YOUR precious schedule hell! I'm cute and high maintenance AND YOU HAVE KNOWN THIS SINCE MAY 31, 2001! Drive faster and be glad your wife puts in the effort to look the best.
CreoleInDC...nerves all bad and ish. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
How to turn a simple grocery store plant into FABULOUSNESS!
STEP 1: Buy plant. ROFL!
STEP 2: Remove crappy grocery store paper and clean and shine leaves. How you ask? Vaseline I answer!
STEP 3: Tie festive foil paper to plant with household twine.
STEP 4: Place in glazed ceramic pot in a color that POPS!
STEP 5: Add iridescent shredded tissue to inside of paper around plant as you would with moss. It will catch the light and add a really fun feeling to the plant. I keep several bags of this stuff on hand at all times as it's FABULOUS to add a bit of fun to any gift.
STEP 6: Only allow yourself 5 minutes to step back and admire your handy work and take your cockeyed behind upstairs and get dressed and do something with your HEADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
When I was growing up...my mother would clean the house from top to bottom the days before New Year's Eve. She'd be throwing ish out...spit shining light bulbs and you too if you weren't careful enough to stay out the way. She always said that you had to bring the new year in with a clean house or the year would find you with a messy house all the time.
Hey...yall know we country hell.
Do YALL feel the same way? Do yall DO the same? Do you clean the house from the rooter to the tooter for New Year's Eve?
Holla atcha girl.
When you're married and buying your first house...buy a house based on the income of one spouse ONLY. That way...you'll ALWAYS have a cushion. Always...always...always.
The biggest, baddest house can cause you a WORLD of trouble in a shaky market. But hey...what do I know. I'm just a country girl at heart.
Please someone...tell me HOW it is that parents can find stuff like this out and calmly turn it over to the police without beating the SHIT outta the heffa first cuz I just DON'T understand. http://www.wsbtv.com/news/14938393/detail.html
First off...my house will ALWAYS be wired from JUMP and I will let everyone know that it's wired from the rooter to the tooter so don't even TRY. Second...I'd have the kinds of cameras that feed to the internet so I can watch her azz all day and all night if need be. Third...shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...I'dda walked in the house with my ax handle out of my truck, put on some Montell Jordan singing "THIS IS HOW WE DO IT!" AND GET TO WHAILING ON THIS HO SOMETHING PROPER!
Then...I'd hold her down and let the 13 month old slap her.
Yeah I said it. I'm special.
Thanks for the well wishes and the emails and texts. We're back at 13700 and I'm on the sofa chilling with a cup of hot tea. The Robinator is about to make us one of his famous grilled ham and cheese sammiches. There is no pain. I'm good to go. We have a dinner party to attend tonight so I'm going to sleep till then. I wish I could have taken video of me picking out the hostess gift cuz there were some things I needed that you guys would have enjoyed reading about I think. You know...cuz yall FABULOUS and the hottest of the HotNESS!
Again...thank you and I hope you're having a FABULOUS day!
What are you guys up to?
I get crazy texts all the time because...well...we crazy. This one, however, is the craziest I've received in at LEAST two days.
"i saw a teen girl with a full head of finger waves. Couldn't take a pic. BTW your ringtone is K. Cole Didn't I Tell U. Have a good night."
I am hoping that you can post this to get some advice and insight from your readers.
This is the blurb my friend gave me, she is frustrated but I will elaborate below:
My situation is i'm spoken to in a condescending manner, not given the same privileges as others, and paid ish, and can't quit because the pay is so grossly under what i should be making that all i've accumulated is debt instead of savings while working here. i have no cushion.
She is 4 years out of law school, barred for 3 years and has under a year of litigation experience. Currently working in DC in litigation and making $35k a year. $35, 000 a year. She is under by $2500 every month because they do not have the money to cover all the bills and she has missed one mortgage payment so far. She has asked for a raise but her boss has said no. Her supervisor who was recently removed and downgraded to a junior associate recently called her a b**** in front of everyone and the partners. The partners have since taken action but denied my friend's request for a raise. She can take contract attorney work but in their world that is career suicide. Still, she was making $90k a year as a contract attorney albeit contract and not steady work.
Should she leave without finding a new job because she isn't scheduled for a raise until September 2008? She already has a part time job at a local retailer making $10/hr.
She has been on countless interviews and no dice.
I am hoping that your readers will have some insight and advice for her.
Comment: I would call her ass out over Christmas dinner. After the arguing stops, we'd all go put the food away and tidy up the kitchen.
Commenter name: Hostess
Damn I love that girl! ROFL!