I find joy and hope in the fact that I am a single mother. I try to take very good care of my children ...I give my all to my kids. I have a career and I make time to get to know my children and to be with them despite my work load. I love my kids. My kids remind me of what innocence looks like.
The last few weeks have been the most trying of times in my single motherhood. The "friend" that was keeping my son gave me notice that she could no longer keep my son to pursue other goals. Childcare is so expensive, but I had to enroll my son into daycare. His daycare does not open til 6:30am, but I have to be at work at 6:00am. I didn't see the problem because I have brought my child to work with me before with no problems. However, today someone saw me w/ my child and decided that they needed to hold an entire meeting on my childcare issues w/o me being in attendance. I felt very violated. These people in this company have no problem calling me in the middle of the night when they need an inspection done...I was a single mother then and I had to bring my children to work with me. These people have no problem with my coworker that brings his child to work with him everyday...but only with me and my child...and only today. These people had no problem hiring me after I told them that I was a single mother of two children and my nearest relatives are two hours away...no problem then, but today...they had a problem with it.
It amazes me at how these stuffed shirts forget where they come from. Some of these people have either came from a single parent home, or have sisters/brothers that are currently the head of a household and a lone parent, but yet they find no sympathy for those of us that are doing it everyday because it may somehow mess with their productivity. My life is not easy and yes it was one that I chose. Would I rather have a man that would help me raise my children? Yes, but that didn't happen so now I am dealing with it as best as I can. I don't need people to remind me of how tough my situation is or how bad my situation is. I am living my situation. I am breathing my situation. I don't need advice as to how to get by with my children ... Ive learned every trick of the trade. The most that I need is help and understanding when it comes to my children and raising them. Help, understanding, and human compassion is the most that anyone needs in such situations. Being a single mother is the single most great task that I have ever taken on and it will come with a great reward. I love my children and the fact that I have been chosen to raise my children. That being said...Single mothers listen to your advice only to be civil, but what we really want to say is Shut up and Saddown because you couldn't live our lives if you got paid to do it.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Boogie Boarding
I have this friend...um, let's call her Itaintme. Itaintme used to love the water when we were growing up. She would spend most of her days and half the evenings at the beach in Virginia. The waters were so crystal blue, salty, and full of adventure. She was intrigued by the scantily dressed people with buff bodies, seemingly perfectly toned skin, and perfect hair.
Well, one day Itaintme gets invited to go boogie boarding with some classmates. She dresses in this little bitty colorful bathing suit. The suit was really form fitting...tight on the buttocks and chest areas. The girl was too fly....she even had the matching shower shoes. You couldn't tell her nothin. If you told Itaintme she wasn't fine you would have had to beat that chick down.
She was strutting to the beach...boogie board in hand. She gets out on the water and catches her first wave. She stands up and she is pleasantly surprised at how good she is with her balance. She decides to graduate on to surfing. She asks her friend for his surfboard...he tried to convince her that she wasn't ready to surf, but she insisted. He gives in and lets Itaintme have his surfboard. She wades out and catches her first wave....wooooo she's doing a fantastic job. The wave crashes on her and she goes down, but not hard. Itaintme resurfaces with a look of discontent on her face. She can barely swim to shore. She is screaming and yelling ... in pain. Her friends check her body, but they don't see anything that could be hurting her. Finally, she is able to get a word out and tell them that whatever it is in her bathing suit. They look and in the crack of her butt there is a jelly fish lodged and it is stinging the crap out of her...literally. Her classmates undress her to see exactly how many stingers are lodged in her butt. She is bottomless and full of isht on the beach in front of errbody and the beach is full. She is in so much pain she could care less. Her friend had to remove the jelly fish and apply chewing tobacco to the crack of her butt to relieve the sting. Itaintme had to ride face down in the bed of the truck to the hospital because it hurt too bad to sit. She was given some meds at the hospital and released. She has a tiny physical scar on her butt to remind her of the incident, but the pain of being naked with a jelly fish lodged in her crack and being in need of a diaper will never leave.
Moral to the story... no matter how tight/fitted your outfit may be there is always room for jelly.
Well, one day Itaintme gets invited to go boogie boarding with some classmates. She dresses in this little bitty colorful bathing suit. The suit was really form fitting...tight on the buttocks and chest areas. The girl was too fly....she even had the matching shower shoes. You couldn't tell her nothin. If you told Itaintme she wasn't fine you would have had to beat that chick down.
She was strutting to the beach...boogie board in hand. She gets out on the water and catches her first wave. She stands up and she is pleasantly surprised at how good she is with her balance. She decides to graduate on to surfing. She asks her friend for his surfboard...he tried to convince her that she wasn't ready to surf, but she insisted. He gives in and lets Itaintme have his surfboard. She wades out and catches her first wave....wooooo she's doing a fantastic job. The wave crashes on her and she goes down, but not hard. Itaintme resurfaces with a look of discontent on her face. She can barely swim to shore. She is screaming and yelling ... in pain. Her friends check her body, but they don't see anything that could be hurting her. Finally, she is able to get a word out and tell them that whatever it is in her bathing suit. They look and in the crack of her butt there is a jelly fish lodged and it is stinging the crap out of her...literally. Her classmates undress her to see exactly how many stingers are lodged in her butt. She is bottomless and full of isht on the beach in front of errbody and the beach is full. She is in so much pain she could care less. Her friend had to remove the jelly fish and apply chewing tobacco to the crack of her butt to relieve the sting. Itaintme had to ride face down in the bed of the truck to the hospital because it hurt too bad to sit. She was given some meds at the hospital and released. She has a tiny physical scar on her butt to remind her of the incident, but the pain of being naked with a jelly fish lodged in her crack and being in need of a diaper will never leave.
Moral to the story... no matter how tight/fitted your outfit may be there is always room for jelly.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Fathers Day
I didn't really realize how much emphasis that people put on these holidays until today. I saw a Father today that was in a total state of depression because his children didn't bother to call him. He is a good father, does homework, keeps his weekly visitation schedule, in attendance for all school functions, plays, and any other celebrated situation that involves his little ones. I felt sorry for him, but then again .... ya know me?...my pity only goes so far. He said you would think that my ex would make sure that my children purchased something or at least called. I replied that in a perfect world you all wouldn't be divorced and she would be feeding you breakfast in bed, giving you more sex than Hugh Hefner gets on Tuesdays, and the birds would sing every time they heard your voice....but alas this world is imperfect and you are divorced, not the primary care taker of your children, celibate not by choice, and the only birds you hear sing are the vultures that are eating the road kill on the interstate... deal with it. He then replied that it was easy for me to say because when Mother's Day comes around I rack up on the gifts. That statement got me to thinking...
I don't celebrate holidays. I am very thankful for everyday that I am blessed to see my children live, breathe, grow, and smile. I don't put much emphasis on days that are of no significance of personal growth....just my preference. However, if I did put emphasis on these days ... I would be a depressed, suicidal, bitter, bipolar maniac with a compulsive slapping complex. Last Mother's Day I got butt kiss from my ex....nuthin nada, not even a call, no hallmark card, not even a conversation of appreciation, no smoke signals...nothin. My kids got up that morning and like always came and got in the bed with me and kissed and hugged me and asked me what time was I gonna be fixing breakfast. The person that did buy me something isn't the father to my children, he's not related to me...he's my boyfriend...which he didn't and still doesn't have to get me anything to celebrate that day. I am not his mother, I have not bore this man any children, but yet the feelings we have for each other moved him to give me something on that day. I was very shocked, humbled, and appreciative of his gesture.
I have learned to expect nothing and that way I'm not disappointed when I don't receive anything.I told my friend that if he expects nothing and he gets a gift wrapped box full of nothing then he is ahead of the game. We should find our happiness in the days that our family rejoices with us for no reason. Like the days when you all just so happen to meet over one relatives house and you start cooking and eating and talking bout old times....those are the moments to treasure. The times when our children come and hug and kiss us for no good reason other than they truly want to love and show us some affection....not the moments that are marked on a calendar to honor you on one day for a job that you do everyday.
I don't celebrate holidays. I am very thankful for everyday that I am blessed to see my children live, breathe, grow, and smile. I don't put much emphasis on days that are of no significance of personal growth....just my preference. However, if I did put emphasis on these days ... I would be a depressed, suicidal, bitter, bipolar maniac with a compulsive slapping complex. Last Mother's Day I got butt kiss from my ex....nuthin nada, not even a call, no hallmark card, not even a conversation of appreciation, no smoke signals...nothin. My kids got up that morning and like always came and got in the bed with me and kissed and hugged me and asked me what time was I gonna be fixing breakfast. The person that did buy me something isn't the father to my children, he's not related to me...he's my boyfriend...which he didn't and still doesn't have to get me anything to celebrate that day. I am not his mother, I have not bore this man any children, but yet the feelings we have for each other moved him to give me something on that day. I was very shocked, humbled, and appreciative of his gesture.
I have learned to expect nothing and that way I'm not disappointed when I don't receive anything.I told my friend that if he expects nothing and he gets a gift wrapped box full of nothing then he is ahead of the game. We should find our happiness in the days that our family rejoices with us for no reason. Like the days when you all just so happen to meet over one relatives house and you start cooking and eating and talking bout old times....those are the moments to treasure. The times when our children come and hug and kiss us for no good reason other than they truly want to love and show us some affection....not the moments that are marked on a calendar to honor you on one day for a job that you do everyday.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Outside Looking In
I was on the phone with a friend. A friend from a long time ago. He was giving me the run down of his ran down life. He was talking sad and feeling low about the trials and tribulations that his decision making process had brought him. I really recognize the sadness in him; I have lived the sadness that he speaks about. The partner that he chose to die with has turned into somewhat of an enemy. The children that were bore to the marriage are horrors, unruly, and undisciplined. He feels tired beyond belief, unappreciated, kicked in the balls, and beat down.
His wife is undisciplined, loud, tell all, and unrelenting. She doesn't care about his feelings only about the outward appearance. She is well educated...the lady walks around with three degrees from credible institutions, but she chooses to be an at home mom. She is gorgeous to the eye. She can hold her own in any conversation, ... You can take her to a Pink Floyd concert and she would get along with the people just as well as if you took her to a White House dinner. She is very articulate, intelligent. She is an only child...never been taught to share. Now, I have met some only children and they are the most giving people on Earth, but this woman is extremely selfish. The world is hers, the other people are only here for her entertainment. She is smarter than anyone she knows or associates with ...and therefore you are privileged just to be able to see the snot in her nose as she walks around with her nose very high in the sky. She doesn't know when to keep her trap shut. She tells everyone how the sex is with her husband, how he didn't pay the bills, and how he snores at night and keeps her up. She belittles her husband in private as well as in public. She keeps and immaculate house. You could eat off the floor. She is an excellent cook and homemaker. She has some really nice attributes.
The children...now you all know how I feel about bad @ss children. I can't stand children that are unruly. These boys are very intelligent little people, but are extremely disrespectful. They will cry and scream when they don't get their way. These kids are not toddlers either they are between the ages of 8 and 11. None of the children like them in the neighborhood. They will pick on the neighborhood kids until the neighborhood kids gang up and beat that @ss....then they go and cry to Mommy Dearest and here she comes to uphold her chirrens in the nonsense. The boys are spoiled selfish little brats that should be kept in cages in preparation for the real thing...because sad to say but at the rate they are going they are going to prison. The father tries to correct them and then the wife steps in and gives him the "Don't you be punishing my kids...I do that ...you back off..." type bullisht.
My friends is a hardworking, educated, easy going type guy. He is not innocent in this situation, by no means. He is emotionally unavailable, quick to give up, and his back bone has never been with him. I told him that his dignity had called on the phone and wanted to know when it could come home...his dignity also said that he had recently went to the funeral for his Pride, and Self Worth...and he(dignity) didn't want to go out like a sucker.
I hope that his family pulls it together...I have seen this type of stress and strain so many times. I had the same type of stress and pain in my former relationship. I didn't advise him to leave his wife, I didn't advise her to leave her husband...that's not my place. I just told them from my perspective it just looked like two people whose love had gotten lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life...just my opinion from the outside looking in.
His wife is undisciplined, loud, tell all, and unrelenting. She doesn't care about his feelings only about the outward appearance. She is well educated...the lady walks around with three degrees from credible institutions, but she chooses to be an at home mom. She is gorgeous to the eye. She can hold her own in any conversation, ... You can take her to a Pink Floyd concert and she would get along with the people just as well as if you took her to a White House dinner. She is very articulate, intelligent. She is an only child...never been taught to share. Now, I have met some only children and they are the most giving people on Earth, but this woman is extremely selfish. The world is hers, the other people are only here for her entertainment. She is smarter than anyone she knows or associates with ...and therefore you are privileged just to be able to see the snot in her nose as she walks around with her nose very high in the sky. She doesn't know when to keep her trap shut. She tells everyone how the sex is with her husband, how he didn't pay the bills, and how he snores at night and keeps her up. She belittles her husband in private as well as in public. She keeps and immaculate house. You could eat off the floor. She is an excellent cook and homemaker. She has some really nice attributes.
The children...now you all know how I feel about bad @ss children. I can't stand children that are unruly. These boys are very intelligent little people, but are extremely disrespectful. They will cry and scream when they don't get their way. These kids are not toddlers either they are between the ages of 8 and 11. None of the children like them in the neighborhood. They will pick on the neighborhood kids until the neighborhood kids gang up and beat that @ss....then they go and cry to Mommy Dearest and here she comes to uphold her chirrens in the nonsense. The boys are spoiled selfish little brats that should be kept in cages in preparation for the real thing...because sad to say but at the rate they are going they are going to prison. The father tries to correct them and then the wife steps in and gives him the "Don't you be punishing my kids...I do that ...you back off..." type bullisht.
My friends is a hardworking, educated, easy going type guy. He is not innocent in this situation, by no means. He is emotionally unavailable, quick to give up, and his back bone has never been with him. I told him that his dignity had called on the phone and wanted to know when it could come home...his dignity also said that he had recently went to the funeral for his Pride, and Self Worth...and he(dignity) didn't want to go out like a sucker.
I hope that his family pulls it together...I have seen this type of stress and strain so many times. I had the same type of stress and pain in my former relationship. I didn't advise him to leave his wife, I didn't advise her to leave her husband...that's not my place. I just told them from my perspective it just looked like two people whose love had gotten lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life...just my opinion from the outside looking in.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Censored
Today I was censored for the first time in my life. My comments were called gross and obscene. I have really tried to give the Disney Channel version of my life, but obviously I am still not doing a very good job of self censoring. This post will be dedicated to things that bother me and it is gonna be a no holds barred way of me saying why it bothers me ...so if you are looking for politically correct, princess cut blogging ...i suggest you look away. I am in no way writing this to aim at any one person to hurt any one's feelings, but if it hurts your feelings maybe its time to check yourself....laugh w/ me people.
1. One of my myspace friends had on his page that women tend to be more careful picking shoes than they do when they chose a man. This statement bothers me in so many ways...
We have to be more careful...do you know how many pairs of shoes there are in the market...the sandals alone are plentiful? Women outnumber men by an outrageous number. It doesn't take that long to pick through men as it does through shoes. Do you know how many friggin colors of maxi dresses, sun dresses, flower dresses, and capris that are on the market that have to match the color and style of shoe? Men are not a necessity...they are a want and most of us have learned to live without them. We have to be choosy ...when it comes to our shoes. Shoes will last a lifetime and we are happy to see them come out of the closet if you know what I mean. Shoes can stay in the closet for years and still come out straight...men just can't do that..
2. People that stink
A perfectly healthy person should not be walking around w/ an odor. Soap and water are the only things that have stayed relatively low in price in this recession. You can get the little bottles of soap in a gas station bathroom if push comes to shove. I hate when people have to invade your space with their nasty stinking of fish and hot garbage. It is unnecessary in this day and age to want to walk around smelling like your @ss has been on fire.
3. Bad @ss kids
Bad children absolutely bother the h3ll out of me. It is not so much the child that gets on my nerves it is these punk @ss parents that let their chirren run all over the place and tell them what they are and are not going to do....wth? In my day there was no such thing. If a grown up....didn't even have to be your parent told you to jump...you proceeded to comply and you let them guide you to the correct height of the jump. I will not live in my house when I'm afraid to say anything to my children because they might beat my @ss. It aint no muthasucking way... I will feed and water a seed that will come up to be a weed...h3ll nah. I'm looking for some roses, tulips, carnations...not no dayum rag weed and crab grass. If I can't be top dog at my house, I will kill all the puppies and be the only dog...
4. People that snitch for no good reason
Now I' m not talking bout people that witness a violent crime and they tell what they saw so that the criminal can be taken off the streets. I'm talking bout these Tammy-Tell-It-Alls that see you go to the bathroom and it isn't quite break time. I hate these people. If you have time to see wtf I'm doing during my mahsuckin work day then when do you do your freaking job? Get a life and stop watchin what I do all mahsuckin day...ugh
5. Crackheads w/ no sense of pride
I remember back in the early 80's crackheads would mow lawns, wash cars, take out garbage, and generally have a nice hustle to earn money for their fix. Now, the sorry bastids are walking round stealing my antenna off of my car just to have a pipe to smoke their isht. It sickens me. I can't ride through the hood and visit my homies because I'm scared that a crackhead is gonna bust my windows to steal my radio. If you have enough energy to bust out my window...don't you have enough energy to push a lawn mower around some body's yard...i mean dayum dude...get some self respect.
I'm pretty sure that this list will get longer... but for right now this is all the time I have to write....and trust me I censored myself alot...b/c there were alot more things that I wanted to put down...but I just don't want to shock and appall the freaking moral police.
1. One of my myspace friends had on his page that women tend to be more careful picking shoes than they do when they chose a man. This statement bothers me in so many ways...
We have to be more careful...do you know how many pairs of shoes there are in the market...the sandals alone are plentiful? Women outnumber men by an outrageous number. It doesn't take that long to pick through men as it does through shoes. Do you know how many friggin colors of maxi dresses, sun dresses, flower dresses, and capris that are on the market that have to match the color and style of shoe? Men are not a necessity...they are a want and most of us have learned to live without them. We have to be choosy ...when it comes to our shoes. Shoes will last a lifetime and we are happy to see them come out of the closet if you know what I mean. Shoes can stay in the closet for years and still come out straight...men just can't do that..
2. People that stink
A perfectly healthy person should not be walking around w/ an odor. Soap and water are the only things that have stayed relatively low in price in this recession. You can get the little bottles of soap in a gas station bathroom if push comes to shove. I hate when people have to invade your space with their nasty stinking of fish and hot garbage. It is unnecessary in this day and age to want to walk around smelling like your @ss has been on fire.
3. Bad @ss kids
Bad children absolutely bother the h3ll out of me. It is not so much the child that gets on my nerves it is these punk @ss parents that let their chirren run all over the place and tell them what they are and are not going to do....wth? In my day there was no such thing. If a grown up....didn't even have to be your parent told you to jump...you proceeded to comply and you let them guide you to the correct height of the jump. I will not live in my house when I'm afraid to say anything to my children because they might beat my @ss. It aint no muthasucking way... I will feed and water a seed that will come up to be a weed...h3ll nah. I'm looking for some roses, tulips, carnations...not no dayum rag weed and crab grass. If I can't be top dog at my house, I will kill all the puppies and be the only dog...
4. People that snitch for no good reason
Now I' m not talking bout people that witness a violent crime and they tell what they saw so that the criminal can be taken off the streets. I'm talking bout these Tammy-Tell-It-Alls that see you go to the bathroom and it isn't quite break time. I hate these people. If you have time to see wtf I'm doing during my mahsuckin work day then when do you do your freaking job? Get a life and stop watchin what I do all mahsuckin day...ugh
5. Crackheads w/ no sense of pride
I remember back in the early 80's crackheads would mow lawns, wash cars, take out garbage, and generally have a nice hustle to earn money for their fix. Now, the sorry bastids are walking round stealing my antenna off of my car just to have a pipe to smoke their isht. It sickens me. I can't ride through the hood and visit my homies because I'm scared that a crackhead is gonna bust my windows to steal my radio. If you have enough energy to bust out my window...don't you have enough energy to push a lawn mower around some body's yard...i mean dayum dude...get some self respect.
I'm pretty sure that this list will get longer... but for right now this is all the time I have to write....and trust me I censored myself alot...b/c there were alot more things that I wanted to put down...but I just don't want to shock and appall the freaking moral police.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
What did I learn
This post may get updates to it because I pride myself in being a liver of life and a learner of tomfoolery....so for those of you that follow my blog, I will try to update you when I update it. My mind never stops working so I never feel well rested when I awake from my sleep. I am constantly thinking about the foolishness, funny, or down right outrageous things that happen to me throughout my day. It amazes me how some people act, react, and process "problems", "situations" and "cow dung."
A few days ago I get a text from a guy that I work with. He is telling me how sessy I look today....blah blah blah, but before I get into that lemme give yall a lil background information about this creature. Let's call this creature IDK. The background information will explain the name. I met IDK when I started this job a few years ago. IDK was recently divorced, single father of three children. IDK is tall somewhat handsome...and by somewhat handsome I mean the panties dont get wet when I see him...but he isn't a gargoyle either. IDK is seemingly shy and looks like hes been taking thru the ringer a few times by some trifling women, but hey that's the dating/love game. IDK asks me for my number one day and we begin to text and have friendly conversation. I guess he thought because he never sees me with anyone that I'm lonely, desperate, and will settle for any ole thing...he will soon be schooled on the ways and life of Suga C.
We text for a while. He never asks me out, but he always would send a text good morning, good night, how was your day...that type of garbage. One or two weeks go by and I don't receive any texts from him at all. I don't see him at work, but he is working. He finally sends me an email telling me that the reason that he has been standoffish is because people were talking about our relationship in the office and he wants his "business" to be private and not in the streets. I asked him the specifics of what was said, which he couldn't give any specifics, but he was very adamant about his "business" being private. I told him that I had not spoken of the friendship that was growing between the two of us because I too value my privacy, however I didn't really give two shakes of a wet ducks @ss about office gossip because I know who, what, when, and how I spend my time and my day. I also let him know that he should maybe go on about his way and get his thoughts together before getting with a woman such as myself because I'm grown and I do grown up isht ...I'm over hiding and creeping. That was the end of our texting romance...til this week. The Negro doesn't believe that fat meat is greasy. Of course I am up to the task of letting him know what the deal is. He sends me a text letting me know how cute I look. I told him that yes my puff did come out exceptionally wonderful this morning. He goes on to tell me that his weekend was boring and he needed some company, but I was unavailable. I tell him that it would've been nice to go out with him if he had balls to asks me and to not worry about what people would say if they saw him out with me, but being that his balls are the size of a gnats he should just continue to be lonely til he is able to buy/make him some testosterone and grow up and man up and be with a real woman. The conversation went from friendly to as a matter of fact in .1 seconds between he and I. He was stunned and shocked that I had took it there, but I have wasted enough of my thumb muscles texting him on this isht...I'm over it and so should he. Thanks to my egirls Poitree and Aunapp... I've been able to recognize gold plated isht from a mile away. I see him this morning I smile and give a friendly, "Hello" He wouldn't even say hello back he wouldn't even wave or acknowledge me. I guess I hurt his feelings...meh...ion curr...he should've kicked rocks the first time I told him to leave me alone. I hope he learned his lesson......
Lesson learned: IDK is a wanna be man. He wants to have fun with a woman and play without actually having to be a man or be in a relationship. He plays the nice guy role when in reality he is a big ole jerk. Oh, I also learned that the truth hurts, but dayum it's funny to see the face of the dude when you let him down with his own words.
A few days ago I get a text from a guy that I work with. He is telling me how sessy I look today....blah blah blah, but before I get into that lemme give yall a lil background information about this creature. Let's call this creature IDK. The background information will explain the name. I met IDK when I started this job a few years ago. IDK was recently divorced, single father of three children. IDK is tall somewhat handsome...and by somewhat handsome I mean the panties dont get wet when I see him...but he isn't a gargoyle either. IDK is seemingly shy and looks like hes been taking thru the ringer a few times by some trifling women, but hey that's the dating/love game. IDK asks me for my number one day and we begin to text and have friendly conversation. I guess he thought because he never sees me with anyone that I'm lonely, desperate, and will settle for any ole thing...he will soon be schooled on the ways and life of Suga C.
We text for a while. He never asks me out, but he always would send a text good morning, good night, how was your day...that type of garbage. One or two weeks go by and I don't receive any texts from him at all. I don't see him at work, but he is working. He finally sends me an email telling me that the reason that he has been standoffish is because people were talking about our relationship in the office and he wants his "business" to be private and not in the streets. I asked him the specifics of what was said, which he couldn't give any specifics, but he was very adamant about his "business" being private. I told him that I had not spoken of the friendship that was growing between the two of us because I too value my privacy, however I didn't really give two shakes of a wet ducks @ss about office gossip because I know who, what, when, and how I spend my time and my day. I also let him know that he should maybe go on about his way and get his thoughts together before getting with a woman such as myself because I'm grown and I do grown up isht ...I'm over hiding and creeping. That was the end of our texting romance...til this week. The Negro doesn't believe that fat meat is greasy. Of course I am up to the task of letting him know what the deal is. He sends me a text letting me know how cute I look. I told him that yes my puff did come out exceptionally wonderful this morning. He goes on to tell me that his weekend was boring and he needed some company, but I was unavailable. I tell him that it would've been nice to go out with him if he had balls to asks me and to not worry about what people would say if they saw him out with me, but being that his balls are the size of a gnats he should just continue to be lonely til he is able to buy/make him some testosterone and grow up and man up and be with a real woman. The conversation went from friendly to as a matter of fact in .1 seconds between he and I. He was stunned and shocked that I had took it there, but I have wasted enough of my thumb muscles texting him on this isht...I'm over it and so should he. Thanks to my egirls Poitree and Aunapp... I've been able to recognize gold plated isht from a mile away. I see him this morning I smile and give a friendly, "Hello" He wouldn't even say hello back he wouldn't even wave or acknowledge me. I guess I hurt his feelings...meh...ion curr...he should've kicked rocks the first time I told him to leave me alone. I hope he learned his lesson......
Lesson learned: IDK is a wanna be man. He wants to have fun with a woman and play without actually having to be a man or be in a relationship. He plays the nice guy role when in reality he is a big ole jerk. Oh, I also learned that the truth hurts, but dayum it's funny to see the face of the dude when you let him down with his own words.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Eww Theres a Mouse in My Closet
So, I get up early one morning feeling rather spry. I get up out of bed take a shower and relax a lil before I have to wake my children. I wake my daughter up first because this child takes entirely too long to do the minimum such as putting on a shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. I promise I have seen countries change governments in the time that it takes this child to get dressed in the mornings....but back to the story. I'm in the bathroom when my son and my daughter walk in and they say "Mommy, its sum'n in your closet making noise!" I asked them "What were yall doing in my closet? What kind of noise?" My daughter tells me that she was looking for some shoes when she heard the noise. I leave the restroom to go see what they are talking bout. The first thing that comes to my mind is that I have a mouse in my closet...gross!!!! Being a single mother I am not afforded the luxury of being afraid and timid of things I have to "man" up and fight whatever it is to protect me and my youngins. I walk to my closet and I hear this rustling sound...I'm instantly grossed out. I'm terribly afraid of mice. My children are so afraid, but they are standing on my bed and leaning on my back. I hurry up and close the door to my closet and call the maintenance man. He comes and goes into my closet to get the mouse...and calls me to the room. I go in my room and my children are following me (because they have inherited a nosey gene that has been passed on from generation to generation). I told the maintenance man that I am deathly afraid of mice and to please don't show me anything crazy. Hes laughing and said I didn't find a mouse...but I did find sum'n that was making noise. He said come here by yourself. I tell my children to have a seat in the living room. I slowly walk down the hall, I'm biting my fingernails, and sweating because I am so nervous that maybe he has found a snake or sum'n else. I walk into the room and the look on the maintenance man's face is priceless. He is smirking and he is Creole so he is blood shot red. He stands to the side and on my bed he has my special "box" sitting. It is making this humming sound. I immediately grabbed the box and screamed so loud of embarrassment. The maintanence man fell to the floor grabbing his stomach in laughter. I could have fallen thru the floor. I had put my mechanical man away and forgot to turn it off. It was vibrating and twisting up a storm in the closet. I've never been so embarrassed in all my life....well I have, but not since I've been in my late 20's. I didn't know what to do...so I did the only thing that I knew how... I turned it off... put it back in the back of the closet. Collected the maintenance man and put him out of my apartment and told him that if he told anybody about what happened that I would tell them that I caught him in my closet using my mechanical man. I learned my lesson ... I never call a man no matter what is going on in my closet...i just handle it myself.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Introduction
Suga is the name. Ive been called this because I am soooo sweet. I come from a small town, but a huge family. Most of my views and ideals come from being raised by elderly people. So, if you read something that I write and it sounds a lil ole fashion...you know where it comes from. I only started this blog at the recommendation of some of my internet and irl friends. They encouraged me to write because some say that I have a way w/ words and my rhetoric is soo funny. I just calls it like i see it. Sometimes I'm too blunt and sometimes I try to politically correct, but most of the time I'm just Suga.
I am a single mother of two wonderful children. I have no pets because there is a recession and if I wanted to feed sum'n needy I would go to the local corner and feed a crack head instead...heck at least I could get a car wash if I fed him... if you feed a pet all you get a pile of ripe crap to clean up. My daughter is my motivation and my son is my is my joy. My daughter has a very old soul and she gives me ground. When I start "smelling" myself my daughter always lets me know that my doo doo does indeed have a foul odor. My son is there to pick me up when I'm down. He's such a comedian. I think he gets that from me, but Im not sure.
I have a brother and sister that I grew up with. I have several wonderful friends and family that I've met on my journey in this life. I will be writing about these people mostly because they provide so much comic relief. I hope that you enjoy my outlook and find a lil humor in the things that I write...please feel free to comment. Thanks for taking time to read my blog.
I am a single mother of two wonderful children. I have no pets because there is a recession and if I wanted to feed sum'n needy I would go to the local corner and feed a crack head instead...heck at least I could get a car wash if I fed him... if you feed a pet all you get a pile of ripe crap to clean up. My daughter is my motivation and my son is my is my joy. My daughter has a very old soul and she gives me ground. When I start "smelling" myself my daughter always lets me know that my doo doo does indeed have a foul odor. My son is there to pick me up when I'm down. He's such a comedian. I think he gets that from me, but Im not sure.
I have a brother and sister that I grew up with. I have several wonderful friends and family that I've met on my journey in this life. I will be writing about these people mostly because they provide so much comic relief. I hope that you enjoy my outlook and find a lil humor in the things that I write...please feel free to comment. Thanks for taking time to read my blog.
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