Damn IT People!

Rating:	★
Category:	Other

They done blocked my Yahoo Launchcast! Hmph! I need my commercial free radio at the end of the day to get this desk cleared. Any suggestions?

PS I guess I'll be getting that new iPod after all. I knew I should've told Boyfriend 2.0 to get me one instead of a purse.

New Years Eve Plans, Cigarettes, etc.

I just had a slight falling out with Boyfriend 2.0 about NYE.  At first we were planning to go out & celebrate, but then that changed - several times.  He can't make a damn decision & when I make one he doesn't like, he's unhappy.  {Men!}

For those who know anything about me, know I live in the hood & the streets of said hood are no place to be once the clock strikes 12.  For folks to be having such a hard time paying bills & such, they sure can come across firepower.  I'm talking bombs over Baghdad firepower!  {SMH @ my people}

Anytime I'm home on NYE, I'm in my basement or the floor of my 2nd floor....and even then, I'm not all that at ease.

I would much rather go out & then crash at a nice hotel, but the male siblings of Boyfriend 2.0 also want to celebrate, but the Negroes are broke.  I'm guessing the bills are paid, but they are kinda light on the fun money.  They want to come to come to my house with their girlfriend & wife (who is my 1st cousin).  Their sister & her husband would also join us.  No problem right?  Wrong!  Of the 8 people who would be there, 5 of them smoke & I mean smoke like chimneys in the winter time, including Boyfriend 2.0.  

Y'all know I don't allow smoking in my house or car & prefer to avoid places where smoking is allowed freely.  When smokers visit my house, they have to step outside. 

Now this is where it gets tricky.  When the bad weather set in, I reluntanctly allowed Boyfriend 2.0 to go to the basement for his nicotine fix.  {I don't have a garage & I surely can't have him sick & not able work!} 

Now I know when/if the smokers come to my house & it's too cold to be outside, they will ask if the can go downstairs.  One or two of them?  Maybe. I might've been willing to bend the rules for the evening, but 5 of them?!?!  Hell naw!  Not to mention when the one brother & his wife/my cousin visit (they live 15 minutes away) they'll think they can automatically smoke indoors.

Am I being unreasonable?  I don't think so. 

There's No Santa?!

Did you ever believe in Santa Claus & if so, when did you stop?

I found out there was no Santa when I was about 6 or 7. Even tho I had my own room at my grandparent's home, I always slept in the bed with Muda. {Man I miss those days.}

Muda had this huge bed (for those who have been to my home, it was just like mine). I'm a very wild sleeper & I used to have a tendency to fall out of the bed on occasion. This particular Christmas Eve, I fell out of the bed & when I got up Muda was gone. Now this wasn't unusual because she was a night owl & was always up piddling around. I went to the kitchen 1st because that's where I usually found her, but tonight she wasn't there. I went to Papa's room & he was gone too! {Muda & Papa's separate rooms will be blogged about soon.}

I went back to Muda's room when I heard voices. I realized the voices were coming from the living room. I tiptoed to the living room & there they were! Muda & Papa putting our gifts under the tree! My eyes damn near popped outta my head. I tiptoed back to Muda's room & climbed in bed. I don't think slept a wink after getting a glimpse of what was under that tree for me.

I was so happy the next morning I think I laid in bed just long enough for day to break & off to the living room I went! I was a little mad woman ripping open boxes & ripping off bows.

A few hours later my Mama & Bill show up with these 2 huge hefty bags with the stuff "Santa left at their house" for us. I was in heaven!

I later whispered to my mama that I knew there was no Santa Claus, but she disagreed. I kept telling her I knew the truth & she finally asked me how did I "think" I knew. I told her I saw Muda & Papa putting the gifts under the tree the night before. She made me promise never to tell my sister & I never did.

Now the funny part of this story is that my mother, God rest her soul, was a hateful wench, (her mother's words, not mine).  She knew there was no Santa and my granny warned her not to tell my uncle because he still believed.  Well my mama, got in a mood and when my uncle was talking about Santa, his loving big sis said, "C'mere boy! (dragging him to my grandmother's closet) Ain't no damn Santa Claus!"   Legend has it that my uncle burst into tears & told my granny what happened when she got home & my granny beat the dogsled shit outta my hateful ass mama for ruining her baby boy's Christmas.

Presidential Old School Swagger

 

 

I *hate* December

I'm not looking for a pity party, just releasing....

Saturday, I attended a home-going service for my BFF's grandmother.  Afterwards, I went to my mother & sister's grave and had a good long cry with my 2 BFF's right by my side.  {Boyfriend wanted to go, but he can't stand to see Superwoman cry so I told him I had who I needed and would be OK....and I was.}

I've lost way too many people I love in this 10 day span of the calendar, including but not limited to:  my daddy, mother, sister, a boyfriend, an aunt, an uncle and grandmother (the last 3 were not my blood-my BFF's-but they were my family all the same).

I did some shopping for gifts today hoping it would lift my spirits, but I guess my spirit just ain't feeling it.

Next December, good Lord willing & the creek don't rise, I'll be on somebody's all-inclusive resort or cruise ship. 

Living in Sin

"It's better to marry, than to burn."

This is something my ex quoted to me damn near weekly.

This Christmas

Rating:	★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Drama

Sadly, I did not enjoy this movie as I thought I would. The best parts, imho, were the bathroom scene (that shit was hella funny!) & the dinner table/cutting of the meat scene.

What say you?

Vashon High Class of 1990

During lunch or break (or over the weekend) - when you're bored - Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!! IF YOU FORWARD TO OTHERS, CHANGE THE SUBJECT TO YOUR HIGH SCHOOL AND GRADUATING YEAR.

1.  Did you date someone from your high school? Yes
 
2.  If yes, who (first name only).  Darren, Troy, Michael, Ronnie & a few others I know I'm forgetting.

3.  Did you marry someone from your high school? No, but I procreated with one.
                 
4.  If yes, who? N/A

5.  What kind of car did you have in high school? Bi-State (public transpo)
 
6.  What kind of car do you have now? 2003 Chevy Malibu

7.  It is a Friday night . . . where are you now? Sleep!

8.  It was Friday night . . . where were you then? With my friends at the mall.
 
9.  What kind of job did you have in high school?  After school peer-tutor

10.  What kind of job do you do now?  HR

11.  Were you a party animal? Every chance I got.

12.  Were you considered a flirt?  Of the worst kind.

13.  Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I was in the choir & even performed a few times.

14.  Were you a nerd? Yep...the smart, likable & cute kind. 
 
15.  Did you get suspended or expelled?  I'm I did once or twice.

16. Can you sing your school’s fight song?  I could 18 years ago.

17.  Who was your favorite teacher? Mr. Bright - taught me Algebra as a freshman & Trigonometry as a senior. 

18.  Where did you sit during lunch? Usually with my girls.
 
19.     What was your school's full name?  Vashon Senior High
 
20.     When did you graduate (or leave)? June 1, 1990
 
21.     What was your school mascot? Wolverine
 
22.     If you could, would you go back and do it again? Yep!  Those were a few of the best years of my life.
 
23.     Did you go to your Prom? Yes
 
24.     Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?  Yep.  He's just my baby's daddy.

25.     Are you planning on going to your next reunion? I missed the 10-year due to travel, but hope to make the 20-year. 
 
26.     Do you still talk to people from school?  Yep,thanks to ning.com.

27.  What were your high school colors?  Royal Blue & White
 
28. Name all the groups or areas where you had a picture in your senior year book:  National Honor Society, School Paper, Math Team & Peer Tutors 

Throwback Thurs ~ Don't Take It Personal ~

My namesake pretty much summed how I'm feeling right about now....

Did you know......

• Muda (maternal grandmother) is the reason why I'm the brat I am today?

• my inconsiderate, out-of-town, relatives listed my dearly departed mother as "deceased child" on her mother's (Muda) obituary? Even tho they apologized profusely, no one accepted full responsibility for the alleged oversight & it still pisses me off today.

• the day following Muda's burial, I wrote my own obituary & clearly spelled out how I want my "homegoing" services to flow?

• even tho Muda was my everything & I hers, she said some of the things that hurt me the most?

• that my skin tone made me feel like an outcast in my own family? If you've seen them, you know why.

• as a result of feeling this way, I was introverted until I was a teenager?

• I used my then 36-28-36 frame to get {what I thought was} much needed attention from the opposite sex?

• I had mixed feelings about telling Muda I was pregnant as I knew she would "fix" the situation so I wouldn't ruin my future?

• me & my mom (RIP) were pregnant at the same time? Her with my baby sister (RIP). This is quite common in my family. We weren't the 1st & probably won't be the last.
  
  
• I don't think my mother & baby sister are at peace?

• I love my middle sister, but I can't stand her?

• my sister had one assignment for our mom & sisters' funeral service & she couldn't complete that?

• some of my father's (RIP) family didn't believe I was his child? Muda nipped all of that crap in the bud when I made my grand entrance.

• my father was one of eleven & I only have a relationship with one of my aunts?

• my father lost his sight due to an on the job injury & wanted my mother to put him in a home because he didn't think he could bear not being able to see his baby girl?

• I was barely 3 years old when my daddy died & I still cry myself to sleep sometimes because I miss him so?

• my father's family convinced him to settle for a measly ass $1,000 for his injury?

• I regret the relationship with my son's biological?

• if I had it to do over again, I wouldn't? Motherhood isn't for everyone & I had sense enough to recognize it before having a tribe of children.

• this is reason why my son is an only child?

• I remained celibate for one (1) year after the birth of my son? I was deathly afraid of ending up with yet another mouth to feed.

• it's hard for me to accept the fact that my child doesn't grasp academics like I did?

• I trust my friends more than I trust my family?

• I still believe in "Happily Ever After"?

• if I fell ill today, I could only count on my Aunt Carolyn & a few friends to handle things for me?

• I keep track of my lovers? Not that the list is that damn long, but the document, a diary of sorts, is safely tucked away.

• my ex proposed to me - at my office, in front of my colleagues & friends after I busted his ass for cheating?

• I get tired of being everything to everybody?

• generally I'm a happy person & enjoy kicking it with my friends, but I'm just as happy all by my damn self?
  
  
• me & the boyfriend have hit some rough spots?   Good news is we’re working out just fine.

Plus Size Party Looks

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Mrs. Claus' Wildside Punch

Ingredients:
25 oz X-Rated Fusion liqueur
25 oz Cabo Wabo Blanco Tequila
25 oz pomegranate juice
25 oz cranberry juice
lime twists for garnish


Directions:
Combine one bottle of Cabo Wabo Blanco Tequila, one bottle of X-Rated Fusion Liqueur, 25oz of Pomegranate Juice, and 25oz of Cranberry Juice in a punch bowl.

Serve mixture directly into ice filled glasses and stir to cool the mixture.
Garnish with lime twist.

HR Quote of the Day

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

"As long as they stay stupid, I work another day."

~Me~

It's open enrollment time (any fellow benefits administrators know this is hell on earth) & no matter how many graphs, charts, outlines, face to face meetings, etc., I provide, most of these folks just don't get it...and in this day & age, I'm glad of it!

Throwback Thurs. ~ What Makes A Man ~

(Wanna Cheat On His Woman?)
by Melvin Riley (formerly of Ready for the World)

Can any of you fellas answer that question?

Important Memo

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

TO: ALL BLACK PEOPLE
FROM: YOU KNOW!!
RE: NAMING YOUR DAUGHTERS
DATE: EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

Please don't start naming your daughters after the President... names such as: Obamanesha , Obamalisha, Obamarette, Obamalaya, Obamaria, Obamanette, Barakala, Barakella, Barakesha, Barakyah, etc. or adding, La, Sha, Da or Ja, Rhi, as a prefix is not allowed. Don't start that mess! PLEASE!!

It is acceptable to name your sons Barack, or even Obama but that is as far as you may go.

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY RECEIVED THE MEMO AND HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Welcome baby Bronx Mowgli

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/27840950/?GT1=43001
....and here I was thinking we were a colorful people when it came to naming our babies.

The Meanest Thing Ever Said

I've always been one to speak my mind & have many memories of the split and busted lips I suffered during my teen years to prove it.  Those close to me know I'm not one to call shit Shinola (lawd I just dated myself didn't I?), nor will you piss on my head & tell me it raining.  It's just not happening.  I do not sugarcoat....maybe to a fault. 

I do make an honest effort not to be rude, crude or hurtful, but sometimes the truth hurts.   If you ask me, I will be honest.  My close friends and family have learned to tell me first if they just want an ear.  In turn, I've learned to keep my comments to myself.

Muda, my granny, my rock was the person who said the most hurtful thing ever said to me.  One day she was combing my hair (which was no easy task) and she said and I quote, "Your mother had to go & marry the blackest man she could find."  *sigh*  Here I am, not more than 8 or 9 years old wondering what the hell was wrong with my daddy.  I knew she loved my daddy & couldn't figure out why she would say such a thing about him.   Even tho my Grandfather & Step-Grandfather were two of the biggest, blackest men I'd even seen in my life, my granny was still color-struck. 

After that day, I developed terrible complex about my skin-tone & for those who have seen my kin, they can tell you why.  When Papa noticed he said, "Don't worry Pumpkin, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."  It was the 1st time I heard that & really didn't understand what it meant. 

Well, I've since gotten over it worrying about something I cannot control & that really shouldn't have bothered me to start with.

I have to admit, I can't help but laugh just a little when my family has to go lay in the sun to get a little color.  (Nothing against my light-skinned sisters & brothers, cause I love y'all too.)

I never got the chance to tell my granny that she really did hurt my feelings, and that I am happy with the skin I'm in....and so are all of my loyal fans! *wink*

A Real Turkey Deal at Deals!

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

Spend $10.00 (yes, 10 dollars) at Deals and get a Honeysuckle Young & Tender turkey for $5.00 (yes, 5 dollars)! I got a 13 lb one.

I've been on the phone making calls to my people so they can get the deal. Happy shopping & eating!

Big & Beautiful Woman (BBW) Defined

I’d never even heard the term BBW until I started using Yahoo! back in 2001.  I saw several chat rooms that catered to these BBW and it wasn’t until I sent an IM to a young lady who had BBW as part of screen name, that I learned what it meant.  I started looking around Yahoo! and found many groups that catered to the BBW.  Wow!  I had finally found a place where my 200+ lbs ass would fit in & not be judged according to my dress size.   It was also a place to meet & mingle with the fellas (dubbed BBW Lovers/Admirers) who were attracted to a woman with a lil more than average weight on her.  I also encountered a few who I’d classify as BBW Predators, but that’s another story for another day. 

 

I'm not one to sugarcoat anything, including my weight.  I'm fat.  I've been called everything you can think of – overweight, thick, plump, fluffy, yadda, yadda - bottom line is - I'm fat.

 

There are days when I look in the mirror & feel like Miss Universe.  On these particular days you can’t tell me nothing!  Then there are days when I sigh & wonder.   Most people don’t realize it when looking at me because of the way I carry the weight, but according to the AMA, I am clinically, morbidly obese (BMI is 40+/100+ lbs overweight). 

 

Many moons ago, at 5 foot 8, I was a svelte 135 lbs, not more than 140 lbs…definitely not skinny, but not really thick (by street definition).  Perfect size 10 {or 12 if Muda was buying the clothes}.

 

I was always the biggest & tallest chic in my clique and sometimes felt out of place, but hey, that's what teenagers do.  Once a month water-weight gain would bring tears to my eyes. 

 

I didn’t start to gain weight until my senior year in high school, right after giving birth to my one & only.

 

Now, I’ve seen several people speak on the subject of being/not being a Big & Beautiful Woman/Big Handsome Man (BBW/BHM).  Some of these topics are driven by desires of us who fit into the overweight, obese & even morbidly obese category and the desire to lose weight & become fit.  Some are driven by the way other people look at us simply because we’re fat.  Some people are honest to a fault & some are simply delusional. 

 

Some jackasses are just outright fucking rude.  We need neither judge nor jury telling us that we are fat, need to lose weight, our bodies are a temple, etc. etc.  Hello, Einstein!! Now tell us something we don’t know.   Have you ever stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, we're supposed to be fat? *lol*

 

I will be the 1^st to admit, unlike a lot of my sisters, I do know the difference between thick (which happens one of the most misused terms I’ve ever heard/seen in my life) & fat.  Contrary to popular belief, they are not one in the same.  For those who maybe unsure, here’s my take on it:

 

You are fat if:

• your waistline is the same or larger than your 40+ inch bust line
• your inner thighs applaud when you run down stairs (me!)
• you could start a fire with the friction between said thighs (me!)
• you have trouble bending over (due to belly fat) to tie/buckle your shoes (me!)
• you have no neck
• you cannot feel your collarbone  (heard that from a friend)
• you have a top & bottom stomach (heard that from a different friend & I still bugg up everytime she says it)
• you cannot climb a flight of stairs without gasping for dear life & you aren’t asthmatic
• you need a seat-belt extender on a commercial flight
• you stand in the mirror & must lift your stomach just to see your vagina/penis
• your back fat could pass for a 2^nd set of breasts
• you have man breasts
• you wear low-rise jeans (which yo ass really shouldn’t) and you have that whole muffin top look happening
• you suffer from Dunlap Syndrome (your belly done lapped over your waistband)
• your upper arm fat overlaps your elbows
• your feet look like ham hocks in your shoes
• you cannot comfortably fit in the bathtub (unless you are Shaq)
• you have cracked/broken a toilet bowl
• you cannot use an average store bought scale, considering the good ones don’t max until 310 lbs.)
• you have a handicapped parking placard or plates because you would damn near die and/or your lower extremities couldn’t take it (due to weight) if you had to walk from the far end of the parking lot
• you don't see a doctor regularly because you don't want to know your true weight & you don't want to hear the sermon about how you need to lose it

{Fellas, even tho this is geared towards the sisters, I threw a few bullets in for you as well.}

 

If you fall into even a few of the bullet points above & you still need to/tend to refer to yourself as thick to make you feel better, God bless you.

 

I even knew a chic who was about was 350 lbs. easily and a tad bit shorter than I am, but considers herself “fit” because she had no other health issues.  Ummm ok.  Neither do I, but fit doesn’t describe me or those like me.  I could definitely go on, but I think you get the general idea.

 

Granted, there are some fat folks who really need a reality check, but on the other hand, they are so far gone, there’s nothing you could say to convince them otherwise.

 

Beautiful comes in all shapes, sizes and colors.  You do not have to be a size 0- 12 to be beautiful.  For the record, zero is not a size for a grown woman. It's a cry for help.  (Nah, I'm just kidding as I know a few size zero sisters.)

 

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly is to the bone. (My t-shirt in the pic reads "I may be big, but you're ugly and I can lose weight!)

 

I just had to get this off my chest & I thank you for listening.

Prisoner: Cell Block H

Prisoner: Cell Block H - Anybody remember this one?

I remember staying up late & watching this with my granny. Well, not actually with her because she thought I was asleep. I had my own room at their house, but I loved sleeping in the big bed with her.

If I'm not mistaken Prisoner came on right after Benny Hill {who, by the way, I couldn't stand}. The only character I really recall is Bea Smith. That was one big, oily, scary looking biznatch. I also remember the inmates always fighting & calling each other bloody cows. At the time, I didn't quite understand what they meant. When I was a kid I took everything literally, so I'm envisioning a bloody cow & couldn't figure out the correlation between the cow & the prisoner. 

Yeah, I know....Mo, take yo ass to bed.

YouTube - U.N.V - Something's Going On

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"Our" Little Secret

My sis G told me that I have a heavy heart {her observation after reading my writings & being in my company} & unfortunately, I know she's right.

What I thought was a nightmare, really wasn't.  It was a repressed memory.

When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my mother had a friend named Perry. I never got the impression that he was her boyfriend, but now that I am grown, I know that they had an intimate relationship. I always thought he was a nice man. He always brought me & my sister trinkets, dolls, etc. when he came to visit. Even gave us a few bucks when the bomb-pop truck or Mr. Softee truck came around.

One day he came to see my mom and brought goodies for me & my sis like he always did. I was outside playing & came in to get a drink of water. My mom was in the bathtub {I could hear the water running} and he was sitting in the living room watching TV. He was dressed nice so I think they were probably going out.

As I was drinking my water, he motioned for me to come & sit down. I did. He asked me about school & such. Then he proceeded to tell me how tall I was getting & how pretty I was. As I was telling him about what I was doing in school, he slid his hand between my legs. I had never been so scared in my life. He motioned with shhhhh gesture & I sat there, silenty, tears running down my face.

A few moments later, my mom opened the bathroom door and yelled to him that she'd be out in a minute & closed the door back. He leaned over and whispered, "this is our little secret" in my ear.

When the bathroom door opened again he moved his hand & I ran to my room. I crawled under the sheet & cried. My mom heard me sniffling, because I wasn't a noisy crier. She peeped in my room & asked what was wrong. I told her I fell off of my bike.

After that day, I always made sure that he would never catch me alone & I made sure my sister was with me when he came to our house. Even though I was too afraid to tell what happened to me, I couldn't let it happen to her.

25+ years have come & gone. This is the first time I've ever told anyone about this. I never told my mother, grandparents or uncle. I thought it was my fault for accepting his gifts. I thought it was my fault for wearing shorts. I thought is was my fault for being big for my age. I thought I had done something to deserve this & it was all my fault. So until today, I remained silent.

I now know that it was not my fault & I didn't deserve this. No child does!

I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to finally let this shit go!!!!!!!

I can only hope anyone reading this who has unfortunately had a similar experience will be able to release it and let it go. 

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Why?!?!

You and Me ~ 1975

by The O'Jays

Ever been in love & tried to convince yourself it was over, knowing in your heart & soul it wasn't? If so, this one is for you.

Are You My Sister? Siblings Unknown....

I'm the eldest of my mother's 3 daughters.  We all have different fathers and the younger two were born out of wedlock.  {When we were younger, I was very hateful at times (hush) and would tease my middle sister about her illegitimate status.}

My mother once told me that my daddy suspected he had an older daughter from a relationship prior to marrying my mother.  If I remember correctly, my daddy was never able to confirm or deny fathering this child before he died.  I was too young to really care when my mother 1st told me about it. 

Every now & then I can't help but wonder if I have an older sister out there somewhere. 

All my life I thought my last name was very usual & relatives would be easy to find.  Not so, but thanks to the world wide web, I've learned my surname is not so unusual at all.

I've posted a few messages on a few family websites with the hopes "my sister", her mother or even some other relative would see our father's name & reach out.  Wishful thinking, huh?

 

Lay-A-Way Makes a Comeback

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When my son was little & my credit was jacked, I was the lay-a-away queen.

DTV Converter Coupons

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I ordered mine today & they are scheduled to be mailed 11/28. I'll keep you posted.

Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now!! (My Victory Song)

My friends have posted several videos/songs that reflect their mood after yesterday's victory. Why should I be any different? Like Frankie B (not my daddy..the other one...lol) sang, "We Are One!"

PS I am soooooooooo proud of each & every one of you who stood up & made your mark on this historical event!

I Voted!!!

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

Did you?? Casting my ballot took me all of 15 whole minutes!

It's an absolutely gorgeous day in St. Louis!!! No excuses, no exceptions!

Although, I have an advantage (I can see my polling place from my bedroom window), come hell or high water, I was going to the polls.

All I had was my voter registration card (actually had two - the original and the replacement they automatically issued after the last botched elections) & my driver's license. Miss Daisy & Mr. Rufus (don't play, ya'll know you gotta be Medicare eligible to work the polls...) didn't give me any trouble at all about 2 pieces of ID & such.

Usually a Leader, but Today, a Lazy Follower....

1. EVER BEEN GIVEN A RING? 
Twice - Darren* & Tony.....*yawn*
 
2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP? 
Does fooling around with my high school sweetheart* for 15+ years count?
 
3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
Birthday dranking $$ from Deedles.

4. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU DROPPED YOUR CELL?
Too many to count which is why I have a protective cover.

5. THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT? 
Water aerobics ended last week.  PS Does sexing 5-7 times a week count?

6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?
Clothes, shoes, petro & home improvement stuff as of late.

7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits

8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Height

9. A FAVORITE SONG:
Actually I have 3: Loving You by Minnie Riperton; Always & Forever by Heatwave & Got to Give it Up by Marvin Gaye

10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
St. Louis City aka Midtown aka The Grove

11. DID YOU LIKE HIGH SCHOOL?
I loved it despite getting knocked up too soon.

12. A FAVORITE FOOD.
Panko breaded fried shrimp

13. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD.
I love you.  (Ninja please!)

14. WORST JOB YOU EVER HELD: 
None. 

15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?
Yep, as part of a few board games.

16. FAVORITE PRANK CALL?
Woooo.....Back in the day before caller ID, I had my cousin call my BFF and pretend like she was a counselor from the Health Dept looking for my BFFs boyfriend regarding his STD test.  That shit was hilarious!!!  She was ready to whoop my ass! *LOL*

17. LAST WEDDING ATTENDED?
The "White Folks" wedding back in April.

18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY?
Friends?  Ha!  I ain't calling nobody but the airlines to book my one-way ticket outta here.

19. THE LAST TIME YOU ATTENDED CHURCH.
Hell if I know.

20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT?
Landry's Seafood

I Luv Halloween!

Yep!  I'm 30+ years young & I Luv Halloween! 

In my book, Halloween is not a celebration of something wicked, but a time for kids to be kids & have a lil fun.....even if the fun includes swords, bedsheets & fangs.

As a child, my mother & grandparents made a huge ordeal out of every holiday, including Halloween.  I really do miss those times, but will always cherish the memories.

On Halloween, we always went trick or treating or to a party.   My mother couldn't bake worth a damn, but Muda could!   We always made all kinds of cakes, cookies & candies, while Muda supervised.  Papa always requested to taste test our creations & we passed every time.  Now that I think of it, some of that stuff was crap, but he never let on that it didn't please his palate.

I can remember being dressed as  Cinderella, Minnie Mouse, a cheerleader, and my all time fav, Witchy B (my mom came up with that one so don't even ask).   My sister, you know the one with 5 kids, was such a tomboy, she was always a ball player, a pirate, monster or something I considered boyish.

I wish I had the photos, but I don't, as they are (as I've been lead to believe) being held hostage in my uncle's ex-wife basement (along with all of my grandmothers photo albums).....I digress.

I can also remember Papa carving out the pumpkins - one for me & one for my sister.   My grandparents didn't do cartoons, so that's where my mom came in.  She'd pop popcorn & we'd make trail-mix like concoctions with the popcorn, red hot riplets, cheetos & whatever else we would find.  We'd curl up in her bed & watch Halloween cartoons. 

All in all my Halloween experiences have left me with nothing but a lifetime of pleasant memories.

Candidates are Back to Battle it Out in Missouri

http://news.yahoo.com/election/2008/dashboard
...and here's the reason why.

I am Jennifer...and She is Me.

I don't know her personally & probably never will, but my heart is breaking for Jennifer, her loved ones & friends.  With the exception of losing a brother (I never had one), I know exactly what she's going thru.  Maliciously losing a mother & young child, having a sister who seems to choose the wrong men, being the one who identifies the bodies, the one the police & media come to with all the questions, the one who has to take the lead & be in control, the one whom everyone seems to think is the rock & the one they all tend to lean on.

I've shared my story here, but the one thing I didn't mention is the who, as in the lousy bastard who murdered my mother & 10-year old baby sister almost a decade ago.  My middle sister was sleeping with the enemy, literally. 

10 years later & I still can't seem to wrap my mind around & get out what I really want to say.  I can say this - I hope women will wake the hell up & take a little more precaution when getting involved with men who are only out for themselves & mean no earthly good to the women they attract.  

What I went thru & what Jennifer is going thru was no random act of violence - that shit is personal!

I am Jennifer....and she is me.

Me & My *ahem* Boyfriend

Helloooooooooo!  Did ya miss me?  Of course you did!

Anyway, I know some of you have been wondering about my whereabouts & have so much has told me so.  I certainly appreciate it & am so glad to know people like you! 

All is well on the homefront & as some of you know/have read, I recently acquired *lol* a new boyfriend.  I've known him for almost 2 years (he's my cousin's bro-in-law) & we started hanging out a few weeks before my DC excursion.   Every since I came back, he's been taking up the time I had reserved for my online buddies & shenanigans. *lol* 

He's a pretty good guy, a year younger than me, loves to cook & is handy as a mofo (a single female homeowner's dream)!   I've gotten more work done at my house in the last 30 days than I have in the last 6 years!   Ladies, I'm talking painting, repairing, carpet cleaning, ceiling fan hanging (I damn near electrocuted him trying to help, but don't tell anybody), light fixture switching, etc., etc.! 

We have a lot fun together.  He's not as quick-witted as yours truly (hell they never are), but he still makes me laugh.  We've had a few "disagreements" but nothing a cool-off period and makeup sex couldn't cure. 

An issue I do have with him is that he smokes.  Of course, I don't allow smoking in my house or car, so he (and anybody else) has to go outside for their nicotine fix.  He keeps dropping hints about catching pneumonia when he steps out to smoke & all I can do it laugh.  Now he's asking my permission to install some kind of window exhaust in my basement.  I don't know about all that.....

 

 

The Color Purple - The Musical

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

Along with 3 friends, I had the pleasure of viewing this event from the 3rd row center on Saturday. It was awesome! The best $64 I never spent (we got our tickets free courtesy of carrier rep). It IS a must see for die hard Color Purple fans & Broadway Musical fans.

The cast was awesome & those folks can SANG! I would've loved to see Fantasia as Celie, but the young lady who had the role was just was great. LaToya London (American Idol runner up) was fab as Nettie as well.

The musical stayed true to the story for the most part, but they did mix it up a bit and that was nice too. ..and yes, I did shed a tear or two & you probably will/would too.

Toodles for now!

PS I'm still here...my new *ahem* boyfriend is occupying the time I had reserved for y'all! *lol*

Top 10 Home Improvement Projects

I drafted this blog this summer & due to my recent acquisition of "Boyfriend -Version 2008", I had to make some updates.

I've been in my house for 6 years and 4 months.  Of course my house came with nothing but the best & cheapest items/products money could buy.  Off-white walls, beige carpet & the cheapest lighting fixtures Home Depot offers, throughout.

When I moved in I had to focus on the important missing items - like appliances not supplied by the builder (i.e., w/d & fridge) and furniture I needed/wanted.

As of now, I don't need for anything, but my wants are forever building.

Here are the top 10 things I want/need to do around the ranch:

1. Repair back fence/gate.  I live near the corner & a lot of folks tend to use my parking pad as a u-turn ramp.  Some jackass hit my fence once & then I hit it and made it worse.
   
   
2. Fix the crack in my foundation where the water seeps in.  I love the rain, but I don't want it in my house.
   
   
3. Get new carpet throughout.  I 1st considered professionally cleaning what I have, but I've never liked it anyway. (My *ahem* boyfriend cleaned the entire 1st floor & the stairs this weekend & believe me when I say, that was no easy task.)
   
   
4. Install shelving in the family/guest/music/TV/computer room. Yes, it multi-functional! *lol*
   
   
5. Add hardware to the kitchen & bath cabinets (I bought the stuff 2 years ago. *smh*) (Thanks to my boyfriend, this has been done.)
   
   
6. Install a digital thermostat. (Yep!  Boyfriend has taken care of it.)
   
   
7. Paint the entire interior (except the living room (already done) and basement (unfinished). (The 1st floor is done, thanks to boyfriend again.)
   
   
8. Switch out & upgrade the lighting on the 1st floor and landing.  (You guessed it, boyfriend has completed this as well.)
   
   
9. Fix the cracked concrete at the bottom of the front steps.
   
   
10. Install nice, laminate (hardwood ain't even necessary in my 'hood) flooring in the kitchen, faux foyer & possibly the bathrooms. (Boyfriend promised to do this also.  I think he's trying to get some serious browning points.)
    

Do you have any wanted, lingering or undone home improvement projects?

Safe Sex has a "Hole" New Meaning

Rating:	★
Category:	Other

Man Arrested For Sex With Car Wash Vacuum...$.75 to use it!!

Police arrest Mich. man for car wash vacuum sex


2 days ago
THOMAS TOWNSHIP, Mich. (AP) - Police say a Michigan man has been
arrested after "receiving sexual favors from a vacuum" at a car wash.

The Saginaw News reports the 29-year-old Swan Creek Township man was
arrested Thursday in Saginaw County's Thomas Township, about 90 miles
northwest of Detroit.

Police Sgt. Gary Breidinger says a resident called to report suspicious
activity at the car wash about 6:45 a.m. An officer approached on foot
and caught the man in the act.

The suspect, whose name wasn't immediately released, is being held in
the Saginaw County Jail.

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Ripped Off by Thieves? Steal it Back!

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PROPERTY RECOVERY SERVICE

Police Auctions Online

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Separated at Birth? You be the judge.

St. Louis Rams BEAT Dallas Cowboys!

http://www.kmov.com/sports/rams/stories/kmov-stlouis-news-081019-rams-cowboys.12b77170c.html
Don't call it a comeback! *LOL*

Respect our gangsta! ...that is all.

Credit Security Freeze Laws by State

http://www.consumersunion.org/campaigns/learn_more/003484indiv.html
You will find some helpful information regarding freezing your credit, voluntarily.

$5,000+ just damn gone.....

Rating:	★
Category:	Other

401k quarter end statements came out today. It's probably safe to say, I'll die at this desk. *sigh*

Missing You - Happy Birthday Tyra

I was going to write a dedication to my baby sister, who would've been 20 years old today, but I can't right now. I'll just say it's been almost 10 years since she was killed & I still miss her so much.

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Michelle, The Grinch, John & Cotton Hill

I like Michelle, really I do. She has style & grace, but this right here made me LOL! Cotton Hill is a given.

PS I didn't create these so send your hate mail to naynaymiller@whocares.com! LOL

St. Louis Rams BEAT Washington Redskins!!

http://www.ksdk.com/sports/story.aspx?storyid=157299&catid=6
Not like I give a flying fuck about football...just thought I'd throw that out there.

GOOOOOOO RAMS!

Leave the "Everyone" Category Alone....

Rating:	★
Category:	Other

or Multiply will shut you down!

Most might think "everyone" means everyone on their friends list or everyone in Plyville, but the fact is, "everyone" means the entire cyber universe.

Several people were exercising their right to free speech/press & as a result, their whole sites have been shut down...not just the "inappropriate" post, but the whole damn page.

Just a lil PSA from a non-everyone poster to you. :)

Murder in Black and White

http://www.tvoneonline.com/shows/show.asp?sid=890
TV One (Ch. 328 on DirecTV) documentaries hosted by Rev. Al Sharpton

The Truth about Cell Phones and the National Do Not Call Registry

http://www.ftc.gov/opa/2005/04/dnc.shtm
I swear for God & 12 honest men, if I get another "cellphone numbers going public tomorrow" email, I'll scream bloody murder!

Throwback Thursday - Batterram - 1985

by Toddy Tee

I had the weirdest dream last night & this song was playing in it. I know I haven't heard it since 1985! *lol*

Community Property - The Unofficial Definition

Community Property (CP) - Loosely stated, this is a man or woman who engages in sexual activity with multiple people in the same area, location, web-based/social group(s) and hell even families, hence the term community.  This person is not seeking a relationship of any kind...just hit it & quit it.  They may come back for more but please don't mistake yourself for "the one". You are just a good fuck.

Sometimes this person is honest about said activity within the community, sometimes not.  If this person is honest with all involved residents of the community, peace & harmony will reign.  However, if this person is not truthful about said activity (i.e., shucking & jiving, slipping & sliding, lying & conniving), the possibility of all hell breaking loose is on the horizon.

Just remember, let no man nor woman break the bonds of true friendship, sisterhood or brotherhood.  CP (also commonly referred to as "just a piece of ass") is not worth it!

Try your damndest not to catch feelings for known CP or even suspect CP....you'll regret it if you do.

You got to let a ho' be a ho'.

Any questions?

© 2005 Ms. Mo

2 Candidates, 1 Vote: Match-o-Matic 2

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Take the quiz to see who you match up with.

I'm Tired Too Dammit

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

I had a slight disagreement with my *ahem* boyfriend last night regarding my being too tired to chitchat, etc.

Y'all already know how I make my living & he makes his the exact opposite - union physical/manual labor.

It was almost midnight when he came to my house & I had been working on a report that gave me the damn blues. When I finally got it done, I was tired - mentally exhausted. When I was giving him one-word answers to his idle chatter, he asked what was wrong. Ninja, I'm tired! His reply was, "You sit at a desk and boss other people around all day, how can you be so tired?" I told him to shut the hell up & leave me alone. He misread my exhaustion for having an attitude.

Why is it so hard for those who have physically demanding jobs to understand that those of us who have mentally demanding jobs can be tired too?!

I wish I could say it was just his misguided thinking, but I have several friends and family who feel the same way. Damn....just because my joints and muscles aren't aching at the end of my workday doesn't mean I'm not tired too dammit!

VP Hopefuls Duke it out in St. Louis

http://www.kmov.com/topstories/stories/kmov_localnews_081001_debate_preps.cd343d76.html

Summer is Officially Over

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Other

Not that I'm a summer time person anyway, but the Midwest winters can be brutal & I'm just not ready for all that madness. It's been rather chilly the last few nights (like 50 degrees) and I've gone from cropped pants & sandals to a jumper & tights. What the hell happy to the happy medium? LOL

On another note, I'm gonna try to sneak in another quick getaway before the hawk sets in.

I plan to curl up with some hot chocolate & force him to watch Sex in the City (the movie) with me this weekend. If you happen to hear blood curdling screams, it's just him protesting. *lol*

In Observance of Domestic Violence Awareness Month

http://msmo72.multiply.com/video/item/34/Syleena_Johnson_-_Hit_on_Me_

She Has Lupus...

but it doesn't have her!

Although, not widely recognized like breast cancer, October is also Lupus Awareness Month. Unlike breast cancer, this affliction hits home.

The woman you see in the wedding gown has been one of my best friends since high school. Shortly after her wedding in 2006, she was diagnosed with Lupus.

When she told me, she was in tears & I was certainly taken aback. I had no clue of what to say. I had heard of Lupus but really had no idea what it was. She explained what she had gone thru & all I could do was cry.

I'm happy to report my friend is doing well & enjoying her life. She has a great husband who knows what those vows meant.

I pray for my friend's healing & I know, with God, all things are possible.

She will be celebrating her 38th birthday in a few weeks & God willing, I'll be right there celebrating with her.

Congress Extends National Flood Insurance Plan Until Next March

http://www.insurancejournal.com/news/national/2008/09/29/94142.htm

Free Flu Shots to the St. Louis Community / Barnes-Jewish Hospital

http://news.barnesjewish.org/pr/bjh/flu-shots-2008.aspx
Last year, I went & took my sister's kids. They even have treats & such for the youngins.

Babies & Fools

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

They say God takes care of babies & fools. I, for one, know that it's true.

My boy, who thinks he's grown, but still a baby & a fool, finally realized the err of his ways. Tired of job hopping & wanting something better for himself, he enlisted in the National Guard.

I wasn't overly thrilled but anything beats the path to self-destruction. Yesterday, he called me excited about the test they had given him & the trade options offered. My son, affectionately & sometimes not so, called "the boy" is going to basic training next month & will have a gig as a Water Treatment Tech! Of the options offered, he chose this, as he found the science of it all "very interesting". You could've knocked me over with a feather!

God is taking care of my baby!!

Now I wonder when & if I can start to collect on those "loans"....hmmmm. *lol*

Love,
Stephon's Proud Mama (once again!)

PS ...and he also needs $165 to get his car fixed until his money starts. That's my boy!

Health Scholars Program for African American Students | UnitedHealthcare

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Quote of the Day 9/26/08 - To Kill a Mockingbird

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

Atticus Finch to daughter Scout, Chapter 3.

ER Series Finale Premiere

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

I am not ashamed to say, I was boo hooing like a mofo as they wheeled Dr. Greg Pratt away to harvest his organs.

This is the final season for ER & it is/was truly one of the best primetime shows ever.

16 & Pregnant - Part II

Sunday, August 28, with my mama by my side, I gave birth to an 8lbs, 6oz. baby boy, without the aid of drugs!  I don't think you heard me!  I delivered that lil boy without drugs!  It was certainly an experience I will never forget, but one I vowed to never repeat.  I was way too young & the whole experience - pregnancy, labor, episiotimy & natural delivery, left me a tad bit jaded. 

After all was said & done, my mother was on the phone passing along the word that we were OK.  However, when she called my grandparents, I got sick to the stomach.  I was not ready to face them.  It's not like me & baby could just disappear but I sure did wish we could.

My mama & the donor stayed at the hospital until they kicked them out.  Before she left she told me the grands would be stopping by tomorrow.  As much as I loved those old folks, they were the last people in the world I wanted to see.

The next afternoon, I heard my grandmother's voice in the hall asking, "Where is she?"  The disappointment was still in her voice.  They walked in & she had a look in her eyes that I will never forget.  I swear I wanted to vomit, but I held it together.  She just stared at me for a moment, and when she did speak, all she said was, "So, how many more are you going to have?"  Even tho I was choked up, I managed to tell her that she would never have to worry about visiting me in the maternity ward....ever again.  She was still stoic.  Her expression didn't change.

Papa walked in & interjected with, "Where's John Henry?" {That is not my son's name, but that's the nic Papa gave him.}  I pointed to my baby & Papa picked him up & started talking to him.  I don't even recall what he was saying I was just glad my grandma wasn't talking.  Papa looked at me and said, "I'll help you with this one, but you better make damn sure you have a good husband before you bring me another one."   I smiled at Papa and said, "I promise."

The next day, I named my baby & was asked about circumcision.  I had to call my mama & grandparents because I didn't know what to do.  All parties said, "snip him".  So it was ordered.  I didn't bother to ask his father because he was a lil ticked that I didn't name my baby after him.  Whatever,dude.  He already knew that wasn't happening, but I guess he thought I'd have a change of heart.

5 nights in the hospital and fast forward to our 1st night at home.  Up until about a month before I delivered, I shared a bedroom with my sister, but she went to live with our grandparents.  That 1st 2:00 am feeding had him crying & me too!   Back then, the babies didn't spend 24/7 in the room with mom.  They spent the nights in the nursery.  That was such a rude awakening for me.  Welcome to post-partum depression.

To be continued....

 

Way Back Wed. Rewind - For Gigi's Daddy

http://msmo72.multiply.com/video/item/20/The_Fellas_Anthem_-_Dont_Touch_That_Coat

Tasty Tuesday: Home Menu Planning

How many of you actually plan your home menus?

I ask this because my *ahem* boyfriend loves to cook & he needs an audience when doing so.  He won't admit it, but he gets off on it. *lol* I haven't cooked a dinner since I started seeing him.  I even offered to help once or twice & both times was told, "Stay out of my way & do what you do best - sit there, look cute & keep me company."  Who I am to argue? *lol*   We are barely finished with one meal before this man is sketching out the next one.

Also, this dude loves the grocery store & Sam's Club.  Now, I love shopping as much as the next person, but he is just sick with his.  Sick, I tell ya!  He's a union man & gets paid every Friday and every Friday we are in the grocery store & Sam's Club.

Those who know me & who've been to my house know I'm a kitchen gadget freak, but I don't like to cook.  I enjoy making desserts, but y'all can have that cooking crap.  Not to brag or boast but I have some pretty nice stuff in my kitchen & a lot of it has never been used.  Boyfriend was in hog heaven when I gave him free reign of the kitchen & all it's glory. 

My dining table seats 8 & my island seats 3....with 4 resin chairs to the side if necessary.  My house has been full every weekend with his family & mine (his brother is married to my cousin).

I just have to be careful because my ass will be wide as the doorway if I let him feed me like he wants.

*Insert Your City Here* INVASION

After meeting up with & hanging out with some of the most awesomest people in the country Labor Day weekend, in what was dubbed "The DC Invasion" by none other than our very own STO (that's Ess-Tee-Oh), it got me wondering - what if we (whomever we might be) decided to invade your town? 

What makes your town invadable?  What is there for the adventurous, thrill-seeking, shopaholic, alcoholic, sneaky/freaky, laid-back, vanilla and even bible-toting folks to do in your town?

St. Louis is full of culture & stuff to do including many great restaurants,  nightclubs & casinos.  A lot of stuff I have never done (like tour the Meramec Caverns) & a lot I haven't done since my childhood (like going to the top of The Gateway Arch).

Now we don't have anything that caters to adult activites like Club Tabu...or at least to my knowledge we don't.  We ain't that progressive just yet. *LOL*  However, if you feel the need to toss some dollars at the strippers, it's a short trip to the State of Illinois - a stones throw across the Mighty Mississippi river.

Thought of the Day

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

Wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which one fills up first.

Have a good weekend y'all!

The ABCs of Ms. MDB

A is for age ~ Old enough to drive, vote & buy liquor.

B is for beer of choice ~ Ewwww...

C is for career right now ~ Asst VP- HR

D is for your dog's name ~ N/A

E is for essential item you use everyday ~ Dove clear antiperspirant

F is for your favorite TV show ~ Most any variety of Law & Order

G is for favorite game to watch ~ Do game shows count?

H is for Home town ~ St. Louis

I is for instruments you play ~ Heartstrings

J is for favorite juice ~ Orange/Pineapple

K is whose butt you'd like to be kicking ~ Any random blood relative.

L is for last place you ate ~ Right here at this damn desk.

M is for marriage ~ ....and?

N is for your full name ~ Ms. MDB is all you need to know.

O is for over night hospital stay ~ The 1st and last time I gave birth.

P is for people you were with today ~ My "boyfriend", my nephews, 2 cousins & their mother.

Q is for question ~ Why me?

R is for biggest regret ~ Having sex waaaaay too soon.

S is for relationship status ~ Single/involved (See "P" & ask me no questions)

T is for time you woke up today ~ 5:00 am

U is for underwear you have on ~ clean & red

V is for vegetable you love ~ Broccoli

W worst habit ~ Cussing

X is for x-rays you've had ~ Can’t remember

Y is for something yummy you ate ~ Homemade creamy chicken Alfredo

Z is for zodiac sign ~ Taurus "Taking No Prisoners" Bull

When Playas Get Careless

OK, I'm gonna try to make this an easy read, but it mught be impossible.

About a month ago, I started dating my cousin's bro-in-law.  I've known him for 2 years and he had a thing for me (and can you blame him? *lol*) when we 1st met, but he was in a relationship.  No problem. 

Rewind - let me give you a little more background on "Baby Boy". {I call him that because I'm a year older than he is.}  Over the last two years I've seen him maybe 2-3 times, but whenever he saw my cousin, which was damn near weekly, he always asked about me.  She knew he was still with girlie, so she passed along the messages as she saw fit.

Fast forward - a little over a month ago, my cousin calls & asked if I was busy or had company.  I answered no and asked her why.  Baby Boy was at her house & wanted to talk to me.  OK.  We talk for a while & he asked if he could come & see me.  Sure.  It was just me & Dave Chappelle at that point & company, especially male company, would be welcomed.

He comes over & we chit chat, watch a movie & I get a foot/leg massage.  During the course of the conversation, I asked why he didn't have a cell phone.  He replied, "I don't need one."  Yeah, I know you're thinking the same thing I am.  I ask, "Why not?"  He answered, "I'll be where I am."  I literally LOL and said, "OK dude, game recognize game."   I then changed the subject.

The night before I was to leave for DC, my phone rings at 12:45 am and it was him...or so I thought.  You see, he has to be at work at 6:00 am and is usually comatose by 10:00 pm.  I answered my phone, "What are you doing up?"  A female voices says, "Hello?"  I repeat hello back.  She then asked for me by name, and I told her, "You got her."  She identifies herself as Baby Boy's girlfriend & then asks about what's going on between me & him.  I said, "Nothing, and if you need more than that, you need to talk him."  "Are you sure nothing's going on?", she asks.  Again, I said, "That's what I said and if you need more, I suggest you take it up with your boyfriend."  I hung up.

Fast forward to the night of the cruise, I'm hanging with Deedles & Gigi waiting to board the boat when I get a text message from an unknown number.  The text read:  "Whn the truth comes out thn myb u will stp fckn wth my man."  *blink-blink*  Bitch, what?!  I excused myself from the crowd, called the number back & let that chic have it!  I told her she needed to miss me with the bullshit and talk to her man, because text threats don't move me.  She then said, "Don't worry, he's being dealt with".  I said, "Lose my fucking number!" and ended the conversation with a click. I then called him & let his ass have it as well, altho, via voicemail.  Did I mention it was his birthday?

I thought he would've called to plead his case but he didn't.  Didn't matter because I was booed up in The Courtyard with the one holds my heart & didn't give him or that thirsty heffa a second thought.

Fast forward to my return home, I wasn't outta Lambert Int'l Airport 5 minutes and he's ringing my phone.  I answered cordially and he didn't say one word about what had gone down.  I was still in the airport, so he had Monica on the phone, not Monni Muthafuckin' B.  I told him to call me back in an hour.  Once I was in the comfort of my home, that phone call promised to be nothing nice.

Before I made it home, I called my cousin/his sister-in-law to tell her what happened.  She already knew & that didn't surprise me one bit.  He told his brother who in turned told his wife/my cousin.

When he did call I let his ass "have it" again.  He plead his case and asked if he could come talk to me.  Whatever dude.  You need to come & get your jacket and sneaks from my house anyway, which I had neatly tucked into a Target bag and had waiting by the door.

When I opened my front door and he saw that bag, I think his heart broke.  No lie.  I can't even describe the look on his face.  He asked if I would hear him out before I kicked him to the curb and I agreed to listen.

In the end he asked me to give him a few days to get somethings straight and asked that I not dismiss him completely.  Whatever.  I was still on Cloud 9 after spending quality time with my honeybear.