Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Friday, March 5, 2010
I've spent a lot of time turning' my nose up at guys after looking at them and thinking, "all roads lead to nowhere." I've also spent a lot of time sitting at home and wishing that I could go out on a date. Now, I realize that I could have. I was the one who was limiting myself, but no more. The road may not lead to a MRS., but it will lead to a nice cocktail (or two), an appetizer and a delicious entree. Period. And, I'm okay with that.
Everyone gets hungry. We all need food to survive. The next time that you're tempted to turn down that date because "he" is not wrapped up in some designer package or driving some luxury vehicle and smellin' like a million bucks, remember this: B*tch gotta eat!
Friday, January 1, 2010
Friday, May 1, 2009
Well...I think I got my answer. Moreover, I think the answer is no! A resounding, "Hell, No!" You know, like the one that Sophia gave the Mayor's wife in The Color Purple. Yeah...that. And, I have the stinkin' suspicion that Step mom's dissatisfaction is being taken out on MY kids.
Can I just start with the fact that she has my recently turned 12-year old doing the laundry for eight people. You heard me, I said eight (8). Oh, and by the way, did I mention that she's a stay-at-home mom. And you know I had to ask, "Do you wash her underwear?" I'm pretty sure that you can guess the answer. I don't even have my daughter wash my dirty drawers. Can you imagine your child washing some other person's underwear. Do you see where I'm going with this....
Shall I mention how she burned out some of my daughter's hair because she was too triflin' to wash it before pressing it with the hot comb. For all my readers who are not familiar with black hair care, that is a big No No. Or how about the fact that she refused to sign my son's homework reading slip because he just happened to make mention of the fact that he wished she wasn't in his life. Any guesses as to why? Hmmmmm....Maybe it's because you suck, Lady!
I guess I could talk about the disparity of treatment and favoritism amongst her biological daughter (their step-sister) and their two, toddler half-brothers. Hey, Heifer! It's not my fault that you chose to ignore birth control as an option. You wanted that big family. Hey, you got it. It's time to deal with it. And, would you like a hint? You don't have the option of treating my children unequally. Sure, I know it probably gets a little overwhelming at times, but unless somebody put a gun to your head, I think you need to get over it. What is it that they say? Be careful what you ask for.
It's beginning to become very clear that someone is pretty, darn miserable. But, I'm soooo sorry to inform you that this is the life YOU chose. That is the man YOU wanted to marry and those are the children that were there BEFORE you. Awww....ain't love grand?
My children are not your slaves. They will not be mistreated. They have a MOM who WILL protect them at all costs. If you have a problem with YOUR husband, I suggest you direct your attention in the right direction. Yeah, you know, Mr. Wonderful. And by the way, wash your own dirty, funky underwear!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Well, the problem with me is that once I start eating something that I like it's really, really hard to stop. I love those cheddar jalapeno Cheetos. Mmmmmmm. But, look how many calories in the whole bag. I could just eat some pistachios instead. The whole bag of pistachios was only 160 calories. And, that's good fat, right? But, I just couldn't get those Cheetos out of my head. I wanted them. I wanted them bad! What are my other chip options? I got it....chili cheese Fritos. OMG...That's even worse. Look at the sodium in those chips. Okay, maybe Lays....BBQ Lays. That's a little better. The Limon is even better. Maybe I should just forget the chips altogether. What about some cookies? Grandmas? Absolutely not. Out of the question. I'd be better of getting the chips.
I wonder how long I've been in the store. Maybe if I look for something to drink, that will give the moment a chance to pass. I can't believe that I'm stressing this bad over some chips. I can't even concentrate enough to decide what I want to drink. That's it! I'm getting the Cheetos.
I started heading for the cash register with pistachios and chips in hand. I hurriedly threw the chips on the rack and paid for the nuts. Whew! I did it. I can't believe I made it out of there without buying the chips. I feel like a hero. Only one problem...what happens the next time?