...is worth its weight in gold. PZ and I are at salon. There is a wait for his haircut and my boy got seriously cranky. I posted him up nap style and he went to sleep. Even thought it's umbrella style that sucker reclines. My boy is comfortable and KNOCKED THE HELL OUT!
A chick sent me an email that stated I thought I was cute. She actually used the words: You think you're cute. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What ARE you? Twelve?
Bitch must not know bout me. Girl...I'M CA-YOOT! My mirrors don't lie. Next time, send me a current picture of yourself so I know if you know anything about what cute looks like...mmmmmmkay?
I'm much nicer than I've ever been in my life and yet...folks still think I'm evil.
I love good food and very rarely do I find myself recycling the same meals over and over. Why? there are just so many good things to try so why not make as many meals as possible an adventure?????
I make the best turkey burgers EVER!
I can't WAIT for spring so I can get back to grilling. Hell...I might grill today. Hmmmmmmm....
My husband gets mad at me if I pick up something heavy. Funny...he doesn't consider Prince Ziggy heavy apparently.
I'm ready to go home to Louisiana and eat even though the last time I was there I was totally turned off by the food at my favorite Baton Rouge restaurant, Parrains. Why? Dude...it's ALL bad for you even as it tastes soooooooo good. Everyone noticed I picked at my food.
Prince Myles is excited his T-Monnie is coming. I can't WAIT to see my beautiful nephew!
I feel fat because I'm bloated.
I don't feel like going to the salon but there is no way I'm going home without a fresh do.
I might not get to see my Grandmother and I already know the price I'll pay for that transgression.
Tomorrow is Lucy's birthday.
My less than a year old MacBook Pro looks like it's been to war. My two year old MacBook looks brand new.
Someone told me I should donate one of my computers to someone who doesn't have one. I hung up on their ignant azzes for DARING to spend my gotdamn money.
Today is the day that I might just ban someone for making a comment once that irked the fug outta me. I've recently been thinking on it and wonder why I continue to allow them a voice here and I know it's because I was trying to be a better person and have some diversity around these here parts.
Fuck that. Everybody can't play with my ball.
Yesterday I replaced the power adapter for my Macbook Pro to the tune of $79.95 plus tax. Why don't they just charge $80? That damn five cent irks me sometimes.
I'm in an evil azz mood.
I have a call in to my doctor to discuss a possible, probable another attempt at IVF.
Why can't I let that shit go?
Robby asked me what I wanted for our anniversary. I couldn't think of a thing.
There is a first time for everything.
My dogs are fugging PERFECT so please know that if you come around these here parts talking about they are just dogs your azz will be BANNED.
I don't have to like everyone and you don't deserve to have access to me to ask my why I don't like your azz either. Shit...I have NEVER asked anyone why they don't like me. I usually know why.
I reconnected last night with one of my closest friends from high school. When I saw his name in my inbox I started grinning from ear to ear. Seeing pics of he and his family brought me sheer joy.
Then he mentioned he attended the White's only reunion. I'm told that most of the people that attended didn't know it was White's only until they got there and that this ignant heffa by the name of Susan Gauthier was a main organizer of it and said she'd received death threats from some of our Black classmates. I find that shit comical as hell and it's no damn wonder she's alone, miserable and looks 58. I hope I roll up on her soon. I will give her azz a tongue lashing the likes of which her mallow azz has never, EVER dealt with. Yup. SIP will be in FULL effect. Ignorant azz.
I HATE stoopit people with all of me.
Front street has a name for a reason.
Prince Ziggy HATES "Dragon Tales."
My hot shot gym gets on my damn nerves. They all tech savvy and ish and sending me emails everyday talking bout some new something or the other. Dude...I ain't paying for ish else. I MIGHT get them swimming classes for PZ...but not until my current hectic azz schedule is chill.
I'm not in the mood to eat breakfast. I'm ALWAYS in the mood to eat breakfast.
Prince Ziggy knows how to unhook the tray to his highchair. The sound of that shat crashing on to the floor is enough to make you bash your head against a glass window.
He thinks it's funny.
I need to find some down time somewhere. We're about to figure out some things about how long Prince Ziggy will be staying and then Imma make some changes around this joint.
I'M CUTE DAMMIT!
Roslyn gave up cussing for Lent. On the phone with her yesterday she let loose a JUICY one. ROFL.
She ain't ish.
I can't find the damn luggage scale to weigh the damn bags. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
It irks the HELL outta me that I can buy a bell pepper two days ago and it's already soft. PISSES ME THE HELL OFF specially when that shat was $2.99 a pound. I know they are keeping the ish on the shelves much longer than ever before because of the economy but aren't there some regulations and shit? SHOULD a bell pepper that is going soft within two days even be on the damn shelves???????
There is a Tiffany box on my dining table that has two lovely bracelets in it. I'm not touching them.
GUILT MAN. GUILT.
You can't buy my respect.
I love you though.
When I was packing Robby's lunch this morning I found a container in his case from Tuesday. It was RIPE! I almost threw it away because I'm crazy and evil.
I might have to get Prince Ziggy a passport soon.
Jaru is trying to tell me something currently. I really wish his azz would learn to talk.
Lemme get up and get outta here before I start resembling the currently depressed feeling person I think I am. At least I can get my cute on...shit...you can't see what's going on inside thank goodness.
Yesterday Prince Ziggy and I were out shopping. We had a few things to pick up that were needs and I decided to go ahead and buy Prince Corby a crapload of stuff for our trip. I figured I could spend more time with him when we get there if I did the majority of my shopping here than to wait and do it there.
I hit a couple of spots that have become my regular spots to shop for Prince Ziggy. You know the names: Gymboree, Children's Place, Janie and Jack, GapKids, etc.
All of the people that work in kid's stores are super nice and they ask you a ton of questions. It doesn't help that Prince Ziggy is cute as HELL and is extremely personable. Why? Cuz this makes them even MORE talkative.
Folks always start out by saying how cute he is and how he looks just like me. I smile. Then they ask how old he is and I tell them. Next they are asking stuff like, "Wow, I bet his father is mad because he looks just like you. He probably doesn't look anything like his father."
And I respond by telling them he looks EXACTLY as his father did when his father was a baby.
We've all stayed in a relationship longer than we should have because of good sans ropas but more and more I hear of people just messing around with someone because of good sans ropas. Like...they don't date...they just get together for that only.
I guess as a 39 year old woman who is reasonable I'll say that there is nothing wrong with this if you don't make a habit of it and really...how can you NOT make a habit of something you're DOING? Aren't actions transformed into being habitual based upon repetition? Hmmmmm...maybe I'm saying something IS wrong with this huh?
So maybe you should only practice things you WANT to do in life. Maybe this type of practice only serves to make you become a habitual sleep-wit-er only. Cuz really...you're not getting any practice for being in a relationship right? Unless, of course, that is NOT your ultimate goal.
What say you? At what point should good sans ropas be enough for you to have in your life man/woman interaction style? Good sans ropas...
Of all the things I'd like to pass on that I feel I could offer some insight on, nothing would top the list other than self-esteem. I wish I could bottle mine up and sell it. I wish I could show people who they are to people other than to those trying to use them for whatever they are being used for be it sans ropas, a meal, the need for someone who thinks the sun rises and falls at the sight of them.
During "Word on the Curb" last night the general consensus is that you just can't teach self-esteem and that if you don't have it by the time you're an adult, you're pretty much azzed out in that department. I pray that isn't the case and I pray that everyone suffering from low self-esteem have their light bulb ah-ha moment one day and realize that the ish they've been putting up with is beneath them.
One thing I just really can't understand is dating someone and being afraid of asking them where you stand relationship wise. I also don't understand that it's easier for some women to decide whether or not to have sans ropas with a man than it is for her to decide whether or not to ask them about their relationship or their PERCEIVED relationship.
I guess I'm trying to figure out why women don't see there is a direct correlation between the questions they ask and the information they receive and the way they end up being treated. I guess I don't understand how women with rational thought don't go back and learn from their previous lessons in life.
Think about the last time someone hurt you so bad because you felt they treated you like crap. You ALLOWED that person to do so by not giving yourself the information you needed in order to make an assessment regarding if that person was good for you or not. You didn't ask the questions and even as their behavior was answering UNASKED questions...you chose NOT to listen. So basically if you'd asked and paid attention you would never have allowed the person continued access to you and then...your heart wouldn't be hurting and you wouldn't feel despondent thinking that it's always going to be like that because you would have never had that negative experience to bank on later.
Confucious yet? I know.
It's like this.
Would you ever fall for a Nigerian Bank Scam? No. Why? Because you'd know enough to ask the right questions and then you'd be like...HELL NO!
Same difference. Some women need to start vetting men as they would a Nigerian Bank Scam. They need to compile a dossier and sit down with a glass of wine and study that shit. Then...they need to do the right thing with the information they have compiled.
Now...keep in mind that it's perfectly fine to continue dating someone you find to be unsuitable if that is your decision but please don't be surprised if you find they act true to form and you get hurt.
It's like that story of the dude who raised the injured poisonous snake. Cared for it and nursed it back to health. Fed it as he would his child only to have the poisonous snake bite him. As he was dying he asked the snake, "Why, after all I've done for you, would you do this to me?" And the snake blinked at his dumb azz and said..."Fool, you knew I was a snake."
I mean really.
This is the reason I'm wary of women dating men for too long and not having met any of his family and friends. You need to be on a three dimensional plane when it comes to getting to know someone. That one dimensional world where he is the only source of information you have regarding his life is dangerous. Why? Cuz that fugger could be a snake.
Be a big girl and pull up your big girl drawz. If you want to know where you stand with someone...ask them. ASK THEM.
Next time you're asking yourself why you didn't know...the simplest answer is because you didn't ask.
It will save you a lot of heartache in the long run. A man who you've allowed to rush you into bed, but who makes you feel as if you shouldn't ask him a question about YALL because you're suddenly "going too fast" is a tragedy waiting to happen.
For YOU...not for HIM. He'll just pick up where he left off with the next chick.
For years I've heard people say how hard it is to be Black and I guess I never really got it from their angle. To me, the people who were saying it were the people who'd made VERY poor choices in life that would have affected them negatively REGARDLESS of their skin color and I knew far more Black people who were living their life successfully than I didn't.
So yeah...I kinda developed the attitude, "You can miss me with that shit."
And I rolled onward because I rejected the notion.
These same people are the ones who will forever be victims because they refuse to take responsibility for anything that has ever gone wrong in their life. It's always because of the boss on that job or because of the omnipotent THEY who didn't like them and wanted to keep them down.
Never for a moment in the arrogance of their own victimization would they ever, EVER believe it had anything to do with them.
I would assume for those people, it's hard to live period and they label it as hard to be Black because that is what most of us identify ourselves with first. Our skin color.
So okay...moving on.
Lately, it's been hard being Black in America to me.
What say you Creole You? BLASPHEMY! Aren't you always celebrating Black people who are doing the damn thing, always have and always will?
But dude...it's hard being Black in America to me right now because our number one enemy is trying to rush a rationalization of why WE are who WE are. That enemy THE MEDIA.
The media is on that bullshit yall. I mean really. We got used to them finding the scraggliest toothed person in the world to put on the news and got to the point where we could dismiss it as same old, same old but now? Now? We're being subjected, in the most IN YOUR FACE KINDA WAY, to being studied as one would observe a caterpillar turning into a butterfly for a science project. We've been put into a glass box and they are just standing around us trying to justify to the Right WHY OBAMA IS PRESIDENT. See Black people got brains too!
I guess that's interesting to an extent but I'll be damned if I don't find it insulting as hell. I'll be damned if 2008 seems to be the year the media felt we've evolved enough to finally be given a job worthy of one's education and accomplishments in life. I'll be damned if I allow them to scratch the years that proceeded when so many of us were qualified and did what we needed to do to get done what we needed to get done. I love Obama, lawd knows I do, but he's not the first successful Black man of power that I've known nor is he the man that is going to absolve racism.
I know I'm rambling and I know you've detected that I'm feeling some kind of way. It's a rare day when I can't get out of my head and heart what I want to say in the written word and I don't feel as if I've said what I'm trying to say here so Imma just give up and move on to something pretty and sparkly I guess. Hopefully I can wipe this frown off my face and move on with the rest of my day.
Yeah...for the first time in my life I feel it's hard being Black. Why? Cuz I don't like being touched and I damn sure don't like realizing that the media is trying so hard to justify me as to come up with new names and categories and shit for people who share my same skin color but not my same circumstances in life. For the first time in my life I feel it's hard being Black because I'm realizing that Black people will never be left alone long enough to actually just be Black.
We always gotta justify our existence man. Unless, of course, we're poor. Then...we're true to life.
I found your video on CNN's being black in America and came over to your site. I spent a couple of hours looking around and reading a lot of the comments and it seems like you and the people that comment are fooling yourselves if you think you're living the black experience. Black people got it hard and I think CNN was really trying to help. We don't all have the kind of money you all seem to have with your private schools and maids. In fact, I think most of you are probably frauds that just want to make it seem like you're better than black people as this has happened all of our lives as it seems some black people want to be anything other than black. Also, it was no surprise to me to find that your husband was white. I kind of figured as much because you seemed the type that would think a brother wasn't good enough for you. So you see you can't really speak on being black in America and your readers aren't representatives either because it seems all of you want to be anything other than black and there isn't anything wrong with our culture even though most people want to distance themselves from all things black. CNN told the real story and not that fantasy land stuff.
SIP: Monica can't answer because she's in a meeting with her Butler going over the household menu for the month of September. He's suggesting lobster being flown in from Maine with Scottish bagpipers at the entrance of the castle that is 13700. After that, Driver is taking her to their private airfield as she and her White, rich husband who has everything (Hostess 2008) are dashing off to Beijing to watch a few rounds of the Track and Field competition. Their seats are waaaaay better than Bush's and Putin's and they are stopping along the way to pick up members of the Tribe as they head out. Please be packed and ready to roll out.
Thank you in advance for answering this young man and for being all packed and ready to go once Le Plane arrives. None of that CPT shit.
The Robinator: Sushi? You know I don't eat that ish! Please make sure the plane is fully stocked with Cheez-its and wine. Thanks. Oh...and tell Pilot I need to review his choice in music for the flight. I don't remember hearing any EPMD last week.