WTF Is You Calling Me For?!?

For real, seriously? You called me fo' times, yes fo', not four, not 4, but fo' times, for what? I was obviously too busy to get to the phone. Hold your horses. One damn second.......

When I'm at work, dammit I'm working. Shit. Then you text me to ask which department I'm in, and you want the number. At this point I text your ass back because I figure, hey, maybe you're filling out an application or some shit.

NO! I get back to MY desk only to have my coworker tell me you called.....WTF?! So now, yea, I'm going to call you back. Because surely this is an emergency. Boy was I wrong.
*her phone ringing*
Her: What the hell you doing!!??
Me: WORKING NIGGA, what's up?
Her: *giggling and shit* Oh, what you doing Saturday?
Me: Working,why? What's up?
Her: Oh, girl, I need somebody to keep ****** for me while I go to the game. I heard it was going to be cold and I don't want to have him out.
Me: Oh......you better bundle him up!

Surely you didn't blow up my damn phone, AND call my office, to ask me to keep your kid while you do some recreational shit. Hell naw!! Shit naw!! I'm not going to blow up somebody's damn phone b/c I need a babysitter. Give me a freakin break! Ppl, take care of your kids. If you want to do some extra shit, and your child can't go, then dammit sometimes your ass can't go either! Hell, if you were going to work some damn where, that would be different. But hell naw. Shit, me and my hubby have to steal fuckin recreational time! Your ass is not about to get it all willy damn nilly! Believe that!

Those Atlanta Chicks

You know, the housewives of Atlanta....

Well, for the longest time, I thought that the "Real Housewives of Atl" was some fictional shit that, hell, somebody just made up. But after reading Jia's Blog, I realized that it was a real live reality show. And since I loves me some reality TV, I thought, why not...

So let me get into my feelings about this shit here.....if I'm supposed to be sitting home watching these ladies on tv, wishing I could somehow have their lives, ball out of control, and not have a care in the world, WRONG! It didn't quite work for me.

First of all, it appears that these ladies only "came up" because of their husbands. Now while I'm all for a woman doing her own thing, it's not quite the same knowing that if your hard leg doesn't provide your funds, the show won't go on. You know...one monkey don't stop no show, however, in their cases, the show WON'T go on.

So anyway, as I was saying....these chicks.....

I won't speak on the white chick (Kim), because she's nobody's wife. She has a sugardaddy. Being somebody's sugardaughter hardly has any of the same responsibilities as a wife. Now the other ladies, wait, with the exception of NeNe, have been married, or are currently married to professional athletes.

NeNe married some real estate mogul, who according to gossip sites, just lost his house. How the hell you sell houses, but you can't keep yours?! NeNe is the one who obviously is not used to money. At all. One of the episodes I saw showed her hubby giving their child a check for $1000 (on his birthday). Not impressed. Shit, my toddler has that much plus some in her bank account. Whoopty damn doo. He could have done more. Especially since we know that they are putting on a show for the cameras.

The other chicks though. The professional athletes' wives/ex-wives....
Out of the three, my favorite is Lisa. She was previously married to the "S" of LSG. You know, Keith Sweat. Now I don't know what she did before she met him, but I'm going to assume that he was her ticket into the world of the "elite". I still like Lisa though. She seems to be the most down to earth. The last show I saw, her hubby was trying out for teams, and had made the Oakland Raiders team. I don't know how long ago these episodes were filmed, but that nucca ain't with Oakland no mo. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure that he's with any team. So again, not impressed. Who wants to be on pins and needles all summer long, waiting on some team to be impressed enough with the hubby to call him back.

The next chick, Deshawn or Shawney, whatever, is married to a basketball player. Who also no longer plays basketball. I think he's still doing something for the NBA though. She appears to be a nice girl, but I hate the way she enunciates words, or doesn't. She left the "l" out of jewelry....it sounded like "jewry". That shit annoys me. Because you sitting up here asking if your dad can basically have a bar in his room, because you got it like that, but you're saying "jewry"? Seriously? And I know she wears a good weave, and it's cute, but the fact that her sides are as thin as they are, and the rest of the hair just makes itself THICK, is just crazy. It would be better if she didn't show those sides so much.

But lastly, my girl Sheree. She was in the middle of going through a divorce from her professional athlete husband, who doesn't play football anymore either. She wanted a "7 figure settlement". Sheree is a cute girl. She has a great figure. And apparently she was married to her ex long enough to bear 3 of his kids. And speaking of "bear"....did you see the muthafucka she was married to?! SHIT! That dude is beastly. When I think of those two as a couple, the only thing that comes to my mind is...she must have been seeing $$$$$$$$ when she even allowed a phone number to be exchanged. Hell naw. I don't know if all the money in the world could make me blind to that ugga bugga. I mean, in order for me to get to that point of happy relationship/marriage, there would have to be a lot of secret purging and shopping on Rodeo Drive. And I don't think that would be enough.....Anyway, to each, his own. I do see why she had to go on and divorce his ass though. Could you imagine that muthafucka aging? Whew!

You Iggin' Me?

Am I ignoring you? Hell yes I am.

I see you calling me at random times during the day. I choose not to answer most times. Let me tell you why. I don't want to be "your person". I don't want to be the one you have to call with your issues. I don't want to always be expected to come to your rescue. Honestly, I don't.

It's one thing for you to need something every now and again. But this shit is getting ridiculous. Understand I have my own family that needs me. I can't keep having these calls coming in at crazy hours of the night, only for you to be on the other end of the phone crying and shit. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR PERSON!!!

And what the hell are you crying for? Oh, you're emotional after child #3. Okay. I get it now. Well, lucky for you I can have a little empathy for you since I don't want you to have any postpartum depression. But you need to hurry up and get over this shit.

Now tell me again why you tripping because this sorry ass dude you can't get over is showing his ass. Hell, he been showing it. Surely it doesn't look any different now than it did a year ago, maybe 4. What's the problem? That's what I thought. Understand that you are making these choices. Now quit expecting me to drop what I'm doing in the wee hours of the night to play "Dr.Phil" to your ass.

As long as you know, I see you calling me. I'm just ignoring your ass.

How Much Longer

until I get my buzz? I have had the worst headache, like all freakin' day! It's probably my sinuses. Nevertheless, I decided I would take my last lorcet (got 'em after giving birth to my little one)........

Now how much damn longer do I have to wait before I start to get sleepy!?! Shit.

Man....

It's some ignorant ass ppl in the world..............

Steve Urkel

Okay, so Jaleel White is hosting this "Family Matters" deal on Nickelodeon for the week. Why is he so attractive to me? Is it because of what he looked like as Urkel? Shit, whatever it is.....he ain't half bad. Wow.....how lame is that!?!

I Guess It's True

...when they say one muthafucka can mess it up for everybody.

Speaking from my own personal experience, I had a little day of reflection not too long ago. I thought back to the time in my life where I was having to mend a broken heart. It was my first TRUE relationship, the guy I honestly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. Five years of my prime I spent with "him", anticipating wedding bells, picket fences and shit.....you know, the "American Dream", when in one phone call, it all changed.

He was the one that I would do anything for. Anything. I had very "wife-like" characteristics in that relationship. I wanted to be domestic. I wanted our relationship to work. I wanted to "fix" it. I was forgiving. You know, all the shit that you are when you have NO damn sense. And I wouldn't honestly say I didn't have sense (totally), it was just one of those things.

I had never been so patient before in my life.....ever. After that relationship ended, I got a good whiff of Beyonce's Me, Myself, and I, then decided that it would be that way from that point on.
My patience is almost non-existent now. From the endpoint of that relationship to present, I have not loved the same.

It shouldn't be that way, but what can I say? It is very hard to give someone your all, only for it to be in vain. Why should I be expected to keep loving hard, in hopes that there will be one guy that will truly honor and cherish me? I feel bad for my husband because I know that I'm capable of loving a lot harder than I do. Atleast I used to be. I wish my husband could have met "me" before the broken heart. He'd be impressed. I guess as long as he loves me with guards up, I have no reason to let them down.....right?!?

I Miss the Days When.....

working more than 2 days out of the week was too much.

the major downfall to having sex was getting pregnant, not HIV.

relationships were simple.

being a whore only meant you had given your boyfriend head.

gas was $1.00/gallon.

milk was $2.00/gallon.

my clothes size was still a single digit number.

Friday nights consisted of football or basketball games, and hanging out afterwards.

I had no idea what debt was.

I could give a shit about planning for retirement.

I could stay up all night and be fully functioning the next day.

whoppers were $0.99.

owning a designer purse automatically deemed you "tha shit".

my grandparents were alive and well.

turning 18 was my next biggest thing to do.

I didn't have to pay for insurance.

going to the fair was actually fun.

I could hold my liquor.

I could afford to lose focus for a slight second.

having $2,000 saved was a big damn deal.

life was easy........


Welcome to adulthood, huh?

Gotta embrace that shit!

You Know What?

I'm so over all the drama with you and your boyfriend, fiance, baby daddy....whatever you want to call him....

If you're going to leave, then leave already. I can't say that I feel sorry for you, because I don't. What happened? What was that straw that broke the camel's back? He isn't doing anything different. He treats you the same way he's been treating you for the past 2 years. Why should I lend another 10 minutes of my life, that I can't get back, listening to the same bullshit over and over again?

And another damn thing, I don't understand why your heart is broken. Are you trying to mend a heart that's been broken for 2 years? Or is this a fresh break? Was it coming to the realization that you're trying to move on with your life?

Shit. For once, why don't you try putting all your energy into you and your children. You got with this guy thinking he was going to be your ticket out of the hood, only to find yourself in the exact same situation, in a different part of the hood. Oh, plus a baby to go with it.

I know the dude is crazy. We all know. Everybody knew except you. I still don't know what you were blinded by, but anyway. Do me a favor and look in the mirror.....keep looking. Although I know he treated you horrible, you have to take responsibility for your actions too. Figure out who you are and what your motives are for doing things that you do. Get it together bitch. You got kids to take care of.............................

Talk About Inspiration....

You ever seen someone that immediately made you want to stop what you were doing and start doing some damn sit-ups or some shit? Well, it's been happening to me a lot lately.

I'm watching a throwback video (TLC~Creep), and I'm a little jealous right now. Those chicks were sooooooo freakin hottt! I get the same sense of envy from D.Woods of Danity Kane. Watching MTB4 last night, I almost dropped down and gave me 5o.

Anywhoo, my diet will start sooner than later. I'll show their asses!

Republican Party

Okay, I know its all about a personal choice, but.......

When you see a handful of black folks at the RNC, what is that? I know we are all entitled to do as we choose, but c'mon now. I just wonder if they feel like they've made it. Or if they feel like they're accepted......

I'd be willing to bet that the majority of the "other" people in the republican party don't want their black asses in there whoo-ha-ing with them....why does it almost make my skin crawl?
It's like I want to grab a "nigga" republican by the shoulders, shake the shit out of them, and tell them to go sit down somewhere.

I dated an afro-american republican once....didn't work so well. I wonder if McCain has his vote.