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?