Friday, November 29, 2013

O...O...O... Oh!



Yes! I am returning to the Alphabet blog!!

I sat and thought a lot about this blog.  At first only one O word kept coming to mind but in the end I really didn't want to blog about orgasms.  One because I don't remember what those feel like to describe it and two because I didn't really want to do another blog that had to do with sex.  I already did K for Kinky and I may have scared a couple of people with that one.

This was is sort of connected to sex but not really.  I chose Online Dating.

We have Match.com. eHarmony, Plenty of Fish, Single parents Dating, Military Singles, OK Cupid, and about a million other sites out there but do any of them really help?

I have one friend that met her husband on I think Match.com and they're happy.  They're good.  They are the success story that the site likes to tell everyone.

I probably have a free profile on all of them... including Christian Mingle.com.  The problem with that is they don't allow you to communicate with each other if all you have is the free membership.  Paying members can message you and see all the stuff you want them to see but if you aren't a paying member you can't write them back.  Yes Match.com has free communications weekends but honestly, I never see the commercials until Saturday night when the weekend starts on Friday and ends Sunday.  Not enough time to update my profiles.  Or remember all of my log ons.

I paid for Single parent's meet for three months and let me tell you.  It was a waste of money.  most of the people there didn't have kids, didn't want kids, or didn't want a black woman with kids.  If I were 25 and had no kids then maybe they'd consider me but not a thirty year old with kids.  Nope.  I did get a couple of letters from a few guys though.  The one that made me pay the site simply because I wanted to write him back was a scam I think.  It appeared five minutes after I signed up and he told me all about himself.  Way more than he could have possibly have written in five minutes>  Anyway, I paid, and wrote him back, waited for his reply which  came two days later and what he replied was the same exact letter he wrote in the first place.  It took me all of five minutes to realize that the site had a profile that wrote women various letters based on their likes and dislikes to lure them into paying so they can respond.  That guy aside I got a few hits from some guys but they were all across the country and way older than me.  I don't mind a guy older than me but when I was 30, I wasn't looking for a 55+ guy.  And there was one guy I really hit it off with.  I mean I actually would have liked to have met this guy but then in response to one of my letters, he sent me a reply to another woman and a steamy one at that.  When I called him on the wrong name, he tried to apologize but said "I'm sorry, I talk to so many women here that it's hard to keep you all straight."  Wrong! Sorry!  not me!!  I'm ghost.  Stopped paying for that one and let the account go.  It's been about five years on that one.

Christian Mingle is probably a nice site but apparently God wants about $35 a month billed in one easy lump sum of $100+ to show you the match he's picked out for you.  How about I propose a new deal?  I go to church and pay my tithes.  Pay partial attention to the sermon and pray really hard?  How about that?  Deal!

I'm not above online dating sites.  If they were cheaper or rather free, I would actually try to use one the way they are supposed to but then there's other concerns.

Is anyone really who they say they are online?  I don't think so.  I try to be honest but let's face it, even I embellish a little bit.  In body type they offer, Slim, Athletic, Average, Curvy, A little more to Love, and BBW (Big Beautiful Woman).  I'm not Average (Although if America keeps going the way they seem to be, I will be) but at the same time I wouldn't describe me as Curvy because to me that says I have big boobs, small waist and or a big booty.  I have hand sized boobs and a little more booty than average with a not to thin waist.  But oh the things I can do with that booty! Ahem.  A little more to love makes me think I'm outfight saying I'm large but not so large as to make you think, Damn!  I'm not that large.  So usually I alternate between Curvy and A little more to love.  I think I have used BBW once and the men that responded were DEFINITELY in the BHM (Big Handsome Male) category and I'm sorry that's not a turn on to me.  I reserve the right even in my deplorable singlehood to be a little choosy.

Every now and then I talk myself into finding one of the cheaper sites and paying for them but then the news has a conveniently placed story about cyber dating gone horribly wrong and I talk myself right out of it.  And I usually don't even try the free for months to come.  They scare me just that bad.

It's always a possibility I guess.  Not now and maybe not ever for me, but There are success stories out there that aren't made up by PR execs in a smokey office.

One day my doofus in Tin Foil will come and if I have to use an Online Site to find him, I just might have to screw up the courage to do so.

As always comments are appreciated...

Feel free to Write on my Google+ page your suggestions for P.

Till then!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Wow!  I got out of town and don't blog for two days and you guys blow up my reader stats!  Thank you!  I don't know you but I kinda love you for it!!  So I only took about six or so pictures and I'm going to use them all in this blog...

So for Thanksgiving we went up to the Indian reservation at Cherokee.  It was a pretty straight shot. Take 85 south for like fifteen minutes, hit Shelby (which answered my questions on just how far away the town was... I had previously thought I could get there in 40 minutes.  It took me 25 and that's only because there was a traffic jam that hemmed us up for about five minutes. I was just curious.) and then take highway 74 over hill and dale and up the mountain.  Three hours tops.  And that was with the rain sleet on the bottom of the mountain and the driving snow going up the mountain.


Cherokee is a very quaint place and usually when I say quaint I mean let me out and I never want to go again but I had a good time.  It's nestled into the mountains and a river runs through it.  When I woke up Thanksgiving morning and actually left the room Thanksgiving afternoon (Yes, we were that lazy) I stood in the parking lot and looked at the mountains and was just in awe!  I've always loved the mountains.  They are so majestic.  I do not always driving into said mountains but I love the mountains.

We got up there Wednesday afternoon and after a brief nap for my mom we went to the casino.  I can honestly say that the slots at Harrah's Cherokee are tight.  Like tighter than a virgin's knees on her wedding night...  But whatever.  The whole point of gambling is to pretty much be dazzled by the bright lights enough to put bill after bill in and let it gobble it up.  Not mad.

Came back and decided to sight see a little bit.  One problem with that.  It was nine at night and in Cherokee, nine at night means all closed up.  No lights, no nothing.  It also means the locals drive as fast as they want to and up on your tail because they assume that no non local would be out trying to see what there was around at that time a night.  After we found someplace to turn around, we went back to the hotel.

Thanksgiving morning we work up, we dozed, we re-woke up and lounged around until at least one when we decided it would be a good time to go and see what the reservation had to offer.  The simple answer to that question: Not a doggone thing but it was a fun drive!!  We went in all the directions including the ones we went the night before and discovered that there was stuff out there, just the lights were all off and it was pitch black.  Finally gave up sight seeing around 4 and headed back to the casino.  Mommy played for a little bit; so did I.  The machines were actually giving out money and then they went cold and took it back so we figured time to eat.  We had two choices.  The Chef's Stage Cafe or the Selu Garden Cafe, both of which were offering buffets for the holiday.  We tried Chef Stage because it was the closest but the line was so long that it would have take about two  hours to get in to get a seat.  So I left Mommy at the line and went to see about theis Selu Garden.  Well, no one knew it was there it seemd because there was no wait and I was able to make a reservation for twenty minutes from that time giving me plenty of time to walk back, get Mommy and walk slowly with her back to the restaurant.

I get back to her and there's this hella cute guy... well hella cute as for as African American men go.  The kind that even women who aren't into Black guys can't ignore.... well he had a platinum card and he offered to get us into the chef stage immediately. (For those of you that are non casino savvy, a Platinum card is like the golden Ticket from Willy wonka.  That ish gets you in!  There have special parking and special lines just for them and they get preferred EVERYTHING  Regular people wait in line and park in the nosebleed sections.  Platinum member go right on through and park down where the spots are wide, it's enclosed, and heated.  You get the picture...)  We discussed it and Mommy decided Selu because it was cheaper.  I tried not to broadcast it because I didn't want to hit a rush of people who decided to act on my discovery.

Anyway, food was excellent.  Staff was friendly.  If you ever find yourself at Harrah's Cherokee, I highly recommend the place.  The walk from the casino offered a photo opportunity as well...




 There's something about the river that runs through the reservation that called my inner country girl out and the entire time out there, I longed to find a fishing rod and just stand on the banks catching trout.  Have never eaten trout in my life but I wanted to fish for them SOOOO bad.

Met in interesting couple at dinner and spent probably an hour talking with them before we split up and went back to the casino.  They've already decorated for Christmas (Something that usually annoys me this early but it looked nice there) so of course I had to get a few pics of Mommy and myself.






My mom is awesome!  So we went down to do the slots some more and then I took her back to the hotel and I went out to the tribal movie theatre because they had Hunger Games 2 playing and the price I was told was $8.25 which is almost half what I would pay to get to see it here in Charlotte.  I got there and the lady only charged me $5 bucks!!!!  Awesome!!!!  Cherokee Reservation, you rock my socks off!  But not actually off cause it was freaking cold up the mountains!

Got to see my movie, came back to the hotel and warmed up.

Not a good sleeping night.  I drank iced tea at dinner and neglected to watch the time so when I should hae been sleeping soundly, I was in and out thanks to my caffeine problem.  No big, I was up at 8 and Hampton inns has wonderful coffee and breakfast if you get up.  Well the coffee was awesome always because they ALWAYS have hot coffee waiting but breakfast is only until 10 and it was scrumptious!

Made it back down the mountain in a little under three hours.  Driving a good speed is easy when there's no snow blowing in your face.  It was sunny so we kinda flew down.  Aside from the two very obvious State Trooper speed traps it was free road.

So now I'm home and it's all good.  I'm about to leave here to go get my kids for the weekend in a few minutes.  I would love nothing more than to leave them at their father's for the weekend but they don't have the clothes to stay and Sunday is First Sunday so they need to go to church for communion.  I'm very big on Communion.  I also get my son on the weekends now!  Yay!!

So there's my Thanksgiving blog.

Thank you all for reading my blog over the last two days!  You are awesome!  Love you!!!

(I'm sitting here watching Mrs. Doubtfire and I'm listening to Robin Williams call Sally Field pretending to be all of those people.  Sorta wondering how she can't tell all of them are his voice.  He didn't really do anything but pitch his voice differently for each call.)

Blogger out!!


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Damn you Nicholas Sparks...

Damn you to hell and back and then damn you to make the trip again and again.

I just watched Safe Harbor and at the current I am bawling like an effing baby because... well shit. I can't give the plot away to anyone that might read thi that hasn't seen the movie but damn you Nicholas Sparks!!

You did this to me in The Notebook. Why did I think my emotions were going to fare any better at the end of this movie?  Silly stupid me!

How does a man write a story like that?  I need him to help me with my current story.  I need him to write the part of the man because honestly, I'm afraid that the man in my story is coming off as girly although I have already described him as looking like Eric Bana.

Damn you Nicholas Spark, I need you.  When you finish with the trips to hell and back that I've condemned you to, I need your help to make the man in my story the kind of man that's going to make women everywhere fall in love with.  Hell I need you to wave your magic pen and make him real.

I'm so tired of being alone.  I'm going to admit it.  The great big truth behind me leaving Facebook.  It had very little to do with my days getting more productive.  You wanna know the real reason I left?  Because every single day, every hour, every five minutes, I'm there to check to see if he has posted something new. To see if he is online right now.  To see what he is posting anywhere.  Hoping he will message me or comment on one of my asinine statuses.

And the simple solution would be to delete him from my friends list but to tell you the gut wrenching truth, the easier option was to take myself away from Facebook.  I could no more delete him from my Facebook than I could hack off my arm with a butter knife.

I'm not a religious person but for the last month of Sundays I have asked God each and every night why I feel the way I do about him.  He doesn't want me.  He doesn't like me.  So why do I feel like he is my destiny and that if I just wait patiently the same lightning bolt that apparently knocked me on my ass months ago hits him.

This shit hurts.  I have basically turned my back on a whole bunch of friends because I'm trying to stop myself from stalking someone.  What the hell kind of shit is that?

And if I log on and reactivate that stupid page, the very first thing I'm going to do is go to his page.  I can swear up and down an electric mile on a stack of bibles that I won't do it, but within ten minutes I will have done it.  And sat here and cried.  That's just how pathetic I am.

Damn you Nicholas Sparks.  Damn you to hell and back over and over and over again.  You did this!  You caused the band-aid over that part of my heart to rip itself off.  It was healing quite nicely.  It only needed a few more weeks and I wouldn't need the damn band-aid.  But I had to go and watch one of your movies and feel all romantic and shit.

Damn you.  Damn you.

Damn me.

So there may or may not be any posts for the next couple of days.  I may blog via my phone but I seriously doubt it as I hate typing on my phone.  I'll have my tablet but IDK how much I'll type.  We'll see.

Oh fuck it, I'm going to watch another movie...

Night...

So there was no blog last night

And that wan not an intentional thing.  I went up to see a friend of mine and one conversation led to another conversation and before I knew it it was like seven o'clock and I needed to get home.  For half a minute there I forgot that I was Mom and had to get home to dictate bedtimes and whatnot.  It was awesome.  I so rarely get to converse with other adults.

I made it home in record time but that was not without getting lost.  I always get lost at least once but I see new and wonderful things while trying to figure out where I am and it's all good.  So I got home and had a bowl and a half of cereal for dinner and I was done.  I was so drained of energy that I could barely look at my computer.  I didn't even write anymore on the story I'm currently penning.

So no, my non blogging last night was not intentional.

This morning the girls woke me up as usual for school and I sat and listened to the icy rain falling and decided to let them start their Thanksgiving break early.  I mean, the rain was icy and their bus drivers tend to round the corners so fast you half expect the kids in the back of the bus to go flying out of the windows.  I couldn't have them standing in the icy rain waiting for the bus and I couldn't let them ride the bus today and on the same flip of the coin I could not see me getting up, de-icing the car and letting it warm up enough to take two kids to two different schools.  That was, and forgive me for sounded lazy as hell, way too much work with no gratification.  My bed was too warm for me to contemplate getting out of it this morning.

Kayla is having bully problems again.  I finally got her to understand the last time that if you just stand up to them and show them what you're made of they won't mess with you two months ago.  In that case, she hauled off and punched the kid in the nose and we didn't hear anything else from him ever.  Now it's a new girl who's attacking Kay the only way uppity girls know how... looks.  She's saying that Kay need hair extensions and eye surgery.  Is this really what bullies are going for these days?  I mean really?  That little girl wouldn't have survived a day when I was a teen.  To say I was a bully would be going a little too far.  I only effed with those that messed with me or my friends.  This girl would have busted some ish on me about needing hair extensions and eyes surgery and I would have put on my glasses combed my short hair and showed her exactly WHY long hair can be a burden...  Kay is way to passive.  I suppose this is my Karmic punishment for being a badass in middle school.  What I wouldn't give for a set of Freaky Friday fortune cookies right now.  Please God on Monday Let me wake up in my daughters body...

I'm currently looking for a publisher for my book... again.  The one I submitted to asked for the manuscript even after i said that my story was 160k+ words and then wrote me back a month later telling me that they only look at stories 100K words and less.  My question to them is if they knew it was over 100K words at the time of my summary proposal, why did they ask me to send in the manuscript?  I swear if i see a truncated version of my story on the shelves somewhere I am going to sue them for everything they are worth.

I am going to write now.  Maybe that will take some of the sting out of feeling like I'm being taken for a ride.

Ciao Bloggers!

Sunday, November 24, 2013

One week...




Okay I have to admit... After I went to YouTube to find this song, it set off a three hour music video marathon.  Whatever, I have no shame in my game, there's not much to do tonight except blog and bug YouTube tonight.  Well, there's write... but that's too much like right...

So it's been one week today since I left Facebook. It actually took me a minute to type just that sentence because I said the line in my head which led to me singing the song which led to watching the video... Don't judge me.

Anyway, it's been a week since I left Facebook and I'm not going to lie and say I don't miss it.  I miss it, just not enough to reactivate.  I miss posting pictures cause I have had quite a few picture moments in the past week as well as some serious status moments.

I had my son this weekend.  I miss having him around.  Life gets just a little more comical when he's here.  I always ask him not to do the dramatic thing but he slips into it like breathing and even I have to admit it takes most of my willpower not to bust out laughing sometimes.

Was sad to see him go. But I'll have him again either next weekend or the weekend after.

My brain has already checked out for the night.  I started this blog at like five tonight and this is all I have written and it's a quarter to ten at the current.  We went to Golden Corral tonight and I think I ate my weight in Shrimp, chicken, steak, and chocolate covered strawberries.  And I'm a big girl....

Needless to say the sugar high has completely worn off.  Even Kay went down early.  I'm dragging ass right now and I'm not even sure what that means.  I think it means I'm really tired. I'm so tired, i don't even care that I probably sound as dumb as a blonde doorknob right now...

Dude... Goodnight!

Saturday, November 23, 2013

My stove is a stubborn two year old...

They seriously stopped producing my stove in the seventies and they stopped selling it in the eighties.  Parts started getting scarce in the nineties and were all but impossible to find in the two thousands.  So here we are in twenty thirteen and I still have this reject stove from the seventies that picks and chooses when it wants to work.  Like yesterday, you guys saw it, I rocked like no ones business. Today, it ruined two whole batches of cookies.  And by batches I mean I made the recipe TWICE and over 60 cookies all came out the same... flat and brown and thin.  Around seven I just gave up.  I froze the remainder in oven ready balls but I have a feeling that they too are going to go flat and crispy and I'm just done.

So I was in Food lion this afternoon.  I had to return the coffee I went out and bought my mom. (I bought her beans instead of ground Thursday at BJ's and she went and got a coffee grinder last night at Wal-Mart but found this morning it didn't work and the tone of her voice when she called me this morning said if you love me and you like your ears and living you will bring me coffee.  So even though her voice said don't bother, my mind heard get your ass over here with coffee I got to her house and found that it was just that she didn't have enough strength in her hands to use the grinder.  So I stood there and ground up the whole freaking bag and filled her coffee can, and went to Food Lion to return the one that I had bought her in case I couldn't get the grinder to work...) And I'm in line at customer service behind these two women that are all but screaming at the poor girl behind the counter because they want to return three cans of powdered baby formula and the rules of the store say you can't.  Actually the rules of ALL stores that sell baby formula say that you can't return it in any way, at any time for any reason except if the store sold you expired formula.  But anyway, she's trying hard to give this woman and her boss the dressing down of their lives and they're showing her in black and white that the policy of the store is that they can't take it back.  They even said that they don't know why it wasn't posted on the door. (It's never been posted on the door)  And the women are screaming that the cashier should have told them that they couldn't return them.

The cashier should have told them they couldn't return it??  It's freaking common knowledge.  It really is.  The cashier shouldn't have had to outright tell her... So of course the smaller one pulls out the s word.  She's going to sue them.  Over $45 worth of baby formula.  Why do people always have to pulled out that word when businesses don't act like Burger King and let them have it their way?

Had all the kids today.  They went out to play and then my house predictably turned into the rock band house.  Did that ALL afternoon.  Loudly.  So yeah, this is probably going to be a short blog compared to ,y other ones.

I haven't read Wideacre.  I've actually been writing when I wasn't playing or baking.  Ideas of it just kinda popped into my head.  Might do a little while I wait for my night meds to kick in.

So that's it for today.  We have church tomorrow then we're having family dinner and I have to take the boy back to the ex's house.  I kinda wish he lived with us, but I kinda don't.  He's happier at his fathers and I'm happy to see him on the weekends.  It's fine as it is.  I want for my older niece to spend the night as well.  I think she'd have fun here.  Maybe work that out when it gets warmer.

Okay, that's it, I'm spent.  Going to write a little and then head to bed.

Ciao bloggerinos!!

Love peace and Hair grease!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Just a typical Friday in the house....

I got up with every intention of going back to bed and lounging for a good part of the day... like all of it. I'm serious, I had every single plan of sitting in my bed and alternately sleeping and reading/finishing Wideacre and maybe starting The Favored Child.

And then I got out of bed to do Liv's hair and it just didn't feel right to get back into it.  What the hell is wrong with me? It used to be that if I actually got out of bed, my day consisted of doing everything possible to divert my feet from making a beeline back to it, now once I get out of it, I don't usually get back in until nightfall... I swear if my bed could walk and talk it would do a parental abduction on me or at least sue reality for custody...

So since I was up, I decided to go make jewelry.  I'm working on an orange necklace.  I don't have orange.  Well I do but I want another one.  I was going strong on that one until I remembered the church meeting was tonight and this was my chance to give Tammey her cupcakes and her mother her brownies.  I know I said that we could wait until Christmas since she wasn't able to bring me pans but I found a deal on 18 foil pans at BJ's yesterday so I figured let's do this!  So I started with the glass to make the Cracked Glass Cupcakes when I got that done (Which honestly I should have done last night, I realize now) I started on the red velvet cupcakes.  In the middle of those I had to stop and go to Kay;'s school but that was a five minute trip so whatev...

So I got home and baked those.  While I was baking those, I started on the brownies...


There's a pan missing but only because I couldn't fit it in the picture...  You can see the second batch of cupcakes right above it. Excuse my messy table... And that pile on the floor.  Livy refuses to clean it up.  I don't know why...

Then I started the cookie dough so I could drop it into the brownie pans.  When that was done I loaded the pastry bag and iced Tammey's cupcakes.  Used the small circle tip.  I need to find connectors for the large tips.  I guess I should go to Wilton's online store and try to find them.... Anyway...  They came out looking like this...  The glass hasn't hardened yet so if it doesn't, they will be delivered as such...


She wanted Cream Cheese frosting.  Blech!  Aside from the fact that I can't each cheese in any form, I just don't like the frosting.  Of the dozen left, seven of those got the rest of the frosting and five were left bare.  

I had a little down time after that but not much cause I had to check the brownie/cookies...



They all came out really well.  I'm kinda certain that one of the bottoms might be a little crispy but I'm allowed a little bit of burn sometimes.  At least that's what I'm telling myself...

Anyway, they came out looking like this...





So I sat down to write this blog post and I realized that Mrs. Ware said she wanted Peanut butter as well so here I go.  Back to the kitchen.  Those are in the oven and with the leftover dough for the peanut butter ones I added some chocolate chips and put them on a pan.  Those will be for me.  I get to be selfish...

So in a few minutes I'm going to go get the last of the brownies and let them cool for a bit.  I have to be out of here by six thirty to go get mommy which means I have to have them cooled and bagged by then.  I have been baking since about eleven this morning and I have to admit, I'm tired.  Briefly wanted Facebook back today if only to post these pictures, but my blog is good enough.

Told you I could do Donna Reed better than Donna....

Heh!!!

See you at the end of the night loves!!  Might do the O blog tonight.  I got a topic that's not Orgasm!!  I'm kinda excited!!

By the way, I still have some baking supplies left but only because I need like five dozen sugar cookies and more brownies within the next three weeks....



Thursday, November 21, 2013

Long day

Yeah... a very long day.  They cut my food stamps.  Well, they cut everyone's food stamps. I lost about $40.  Huge inconvenience! I don't know how I'm going to survive!! This is a travesty!!  Did that last bit make my sarcasm stink too much? :-)

I'm a food hoarder.  I will always have food in my house 90% of it will be the ingredients to make something from scratch.  I don't do pre-made unless it's one of my exceptions... like spam.  I love spam.  You will never take my spam away from me.

So no cutting my stamps isn't going to kill me.

I have an irk that never fails to happen when I go grocery shopping.  See I go shopping by the month since I pretty much HATE doing the weekly and bi-weekly thing.  What never fails to happen is, when I am in the store with two heavy carts or a heavy cart and my moms cart heavy someone never ever fails to say "Wow, your cupboards must be bare!" or "You must be shopping for a football team!" Or even something to that effect.  Sometimes I smile, sometimes I explain about monthly shopping, and still sometimes, I just nod and keep at my business. Today, it happened in the store and in the parking lot.  Why can't people mind their own business??  I mean if I see a cute guy who has a case of beer in the store, I might say, "Oh, I'm going to your house, you have the beer!" I don't expect an answer, only a smile from said cute guy.  More often than not, I get a small explanation of why he has the case of beer and a nice smile and we go our separate ways.  But to make a statement like I must be shopping for a football team or my cupboards must be bare.... admittedly the second one pissed me off more than the first... ugh.  The lady in the parking lot that stopped and said I must have bare cupboards actually stopped like she expected an answer.  Well not like she expected it.  She stood there until I told her I do my shopping by the month.  Then she gave me a sad little upper class looking down on the serfs smile and walked on.

Left me thinking WTF?  But I said nothing.  I always try to say nothing.  I don't like being that angry black person.  I hate being perceived that way.

Yes, I care about what others think about me.  I worry about my public image.  I try hard not to worry about my weight because that's a serious problem with me.  When I'm happy I don't eat, I lose weight.  When my life kinda sucks I eat too much or I eat the wrong things and I blow up. This causes me to get depressed and I don't eat and I lose weight.  This causes my mom to notice and nag at me or throw out her ninja star weapon "I'm worried about you." so I start to eat and I don't know when to stop or what to put in my mouth and the cycle starts all over again conveniently skipping the I'm happy stage.

When I was first married, I didn't eat for hours but I was having sex so when I lost weight, I was losing it in the right places.  If I was hungry I had a salad or a plate of dinner half the size or what I normally ate.  It was all good.  When my divorce was upon me, I didn't eat because eating reminded me I was alive.  No sex meant for a minute there I looked like a bag of skin.

When I moved to Jersey and was marginally happy, I walked everywhere I could, I ran, I played with my kids, I didn't spend my time eating.  I'm trying to get back to that happy place but I have one roadblock and it's hell jumping over it.

Remember that crush I mentioned a month or so or more ago?  The one that I said i had no idea where it came from and I don't really understand it all.  And it's not that we are two different races, it's that we are two different people at ends of the spectrum so polar to each other that if we stood in our spots, I'm not sure we could see each other.  He's a little bit country, I pretend to be a little bit rock and roll.  He's stoic and knows his course, and I'm as flappable as the wind.  If it says go this way, I breeze that way.  He drives slow enough down the road to see the scenery and I drive fast enough that I can barely see the people I pass flipping me off...  But I can't shake it.  I can't shake him.  I refuse to delete his texts because in my low moment, I sit and read every single one of them and smile like an idiot.  For a moment I feel great and then I realize it'll likely never be and I don't get sad, I get confused as to why.

I just don't understand.  I have dreamed of my future husband for years.  The man I've dreamed about is an architect.  He has a huge family and above all, he's  got a Texas Drawl.  I think...  The man in my dreams that has been there for years has fuzzed over into the crush I can't do anything about.

I don't wish I could change things because truth be told, I've wished on so many stars that space is full of my whispering.  Wherever birthday wishes go is full of them too.  But it's okay because my wishes keep me warm at night, I guess.  (Hey gutter mind.... no! uh uh!  I'm shaking my finger at you in a school marm fashion.)

Sigh.  I tanked my left elbow somewhere and it's killing me.  Nothing I have has helped and moving it is becoming torture.  It's been hurting for a few days but today is the first time I let out that it hurt.  Probably because I was lifting the groceries.  Does anyone else hear a electric guitar play a really loud bad chord when they get a pain?  It can't be just me.

I'm forgetting something... oh right... Wildacre...

I didn't get very far between last night and today because I was busy all day but I did read this morning.  Bea had the baby, her husband came home and saw that he was a full term baby, not a month early baby.  She lied and said that some brigand forced her.  husband got piss freaking drunk and while she was in the parlor with brother, he begged her for a little booty.  Well actually he begged her for the room of pain (This is fifty shades of grey's red room of pain circa 1700's England) but she refused  and told him that he could have her there in the parlor.  In the middle of it all, Mommy walks in and her heart fails her.  They get her to her bed and she's mumbling in her delirium and Bea knows it's a matter of time.  They wake the doc hubby who says to give her a dose of laudanum  every four hours but Bea lies and says that he said to give her the whole freaking vial of it.  Moms dead.  They bury her but the hubs has figured out what his mother in laws ramblings meant and now he gets drunk every night.  Bea has threatened to spread word that he was so drunk he told them the wrong does resulting in the death of her mom.  So now he has to keep quiet.  Oh and Ralph the gamekeepers son is back.  No leg but he's back.  He's burning down farms.  Bea is scared now.

I didn't know Phillipa Gregory could write such twisted ish like this... Damn...

So I'm gonna log off and go to sleep.  I have a big day ahead of me.  I'm going to try and bake the cupcakes and brownies for the church ladies tomorrow.  At the moment, I'm making Apple oat bread and it smells so good.  I'm not going to eat it because I don't really do Oatmeal,  but the smell is making my mouth water.

I love the holiday season!  I love being at home and baking and tidying!  I just wish I could decorate and do the whole happy homemaker thing.  I could do Donna Reed better than Donna herself did it.  And I would enjoy it. Heh.

Okay, breads done, I'm going to get it out of the pan while it's still warm and put it in the bag.  I'm sure the girls will tear into it, it the morning.

Goodnight, guys!

Oh and I was actually tempted to go on facebook today but I resisted it.  I'm proud of myself in that.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Day Three

I think I am going to stop saying "on the planet with no Facebook" because quite honestly, it's every freaking where I go.  The Devil is trying very hard to tempt me back to the social media.  Everywhere I go, someone is checking it and telling me to look at something on it.

It's funny.  Looking at people's facebooks raises no desire to go back to mine.  And I know I say that every day but it's a daily affirmation I need to say a couple of times a day.  I don't know why but I do.

I have Some exciting news!!!  I got an email this morning from my BFF Denise!!!  She had her baby!!!  6 lbs 12 oz and he's BEAUTIFUL!!!!  I wish I lived closer so I could see him in person!!!


Congratulations to Denise and Steve on the birth of their baby boy!!!

It's times like this that make me miss New Jersey.  When my friends have babies I just want to be there to cuddle and coo.  But then I remember the drifts of snow from the two blizzards of 2009 and I think of the pictures of Hurricane Sandy (I don't care what they say that should not have been downgraded to tropical storm), the landlord that a complete and total turd, and the horrible horrible boss that made my job a living nightmare eventually and I am not sorry I moved.  I'm actually sorry I didn't leave sooner.

And while I'm on the subject... Did I miss a memo or something in NJ that says y'all need to move down here??  In the last three or so weeks, I have seen a serious increase in cars from New Jersey.  I don't know if they are visiting or if they have moved here but damn!  Every fifth car seems like is from Jersey... not that I'm counting or anything.  I do know that three of my new neighbormates (People in the neighborhood) are from Jersey. I'm tempted to go to them and ask where in Jersey? Why did they come here?  When might they be going back?

Don't get me wrong.  If my friends in NJ decided to come relocate down here, I would probably be thrilled as punch.  One of them is a teacher so I would make sure I moved to the CMS school district she worked in cause then my kids would get a freaking awesome education.  One of them works with her parents so her moving down here would probably mean they want to open a Charlotte office and I would work so hard at getting a job there.  I'm sorry I like connection and I would beg and plead for that, lol.  One is into wrestling so there'd always be a party at his house because WWE is ALWAYS down here in someway and somehow.  Of course it would mean going to a wrestling party and I quite dislike wrestling but hey it's a party!

(Understand that at this point I have to admit that I typed that last part like three hours ago and have since gotten up and did a few hundred things so I have no idea where I was going with that... Let's continue now.)

So I got farther in Wildacre today and I think I stopped at Bea had weaseled her way onto her brother's honeymoon trip because she was (shudder) sleeping with her brother. (Gag) well about two weeks into the trip, she realized she was pregnant. Gasp!  She tried to lose it by getting on a bad horse and getting thrown but the baby stayed where it was so she came up with a plan to get her new sister in law to raise it as her own.  Sister girl was afraid of sex.  Like deathly afraid of it and she and bro had done it one time.  They figured if she made him think that she had conceived off that one time she would be set for life.  He bought it, brother rushed home because Mom was sick leaving the ladies in France where Bea gave birth to brother's daughter.  Sissy took the baby and formed like an immediate bond.  A serious one and Bea was all too happy to give it up because she hoped it would be a boy who would inherit the farm and one day she could tell him that she was his mother not sissy.  NO such luck.  So they return home with this newborn who's happy and healthy and EVERYONE falls in love with this kid.  But Bea is now finding herself being courted by the country doctor who comes from a family richer than hers but she doesn't want to marry him because he will take her back to Scotland.  This takes her from the farm, so NO!  So now I'm at the part where she has decided to go dominatrix on her submissive brother.  I think I have only wanted to throw the book at a wall about three times today.

Just finished setting the bread maker to make the second bread of the day.  The sandwich squad goes through so much bread it really is cheaper to keep the ingredients in the house rather than run to the store every few days for a loaf and I refuse to buy in bulk and freeze because even I hate thawed bread.  It's yucky.  Besides if i make it, I know all the ingredients in it and can pronounce every one of them.  Some of these commercial breads... hmmm.....  It's surprising how many breads use honey as the sugar when commercial bakers use high fructose corn syrup.  Not that I have anything against HFCS but still.. I'll stick to my honey.

So two things happened today that I haven't mentioned.  First of all, my libby left the house this morning looking like this:


And came back looking like this:



That's right!! Today was braces removal day!!  I wish I had had Dr. Prettyman (Yes that is his real name) when I was a teenager!  I had a guy named Dr. McIntyre and that man kept me in braces from the day after 8th grade ended to the day before my senior prom.  I matched four picture day outfits and one prom gown to my braces.  Countless dance dresses, and even matched my braces to the band uniform and or different holidays (orange and black for Halloween red and green for Christmas, etc...) When it came to the senior prom, I was NOT matching my mouth to my dress and I barged into his office and told him that after four years these tings were coming off if I had to take a pair of pliers to them.  I had had enough!  The truth was he was enjoying the benefits of my mothers insurance. It's okay it bit him in the ass in the end.  I heard he was put in prison for taxes, embezzling, and insurance fraud not too long ago.  I wonder how he justified keeping my braces on on paperwork?  Resistant tooth bone structure? lol

Anyway, the second thing that happened today was Liv had to do a rap for her vocabulary words for homework and I think between the two of us, she has an A+...




Okay to me it looks like there are two video boxes so if this uploads twice I apologize as I've never done a video of my own before...

I'm tired now and it's midnight.  Toodle-oo Bloggers!!

See ya tomorrow!


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Day 2 on the planet with no Facebook...

So another day has passed and the apple was put before Eve.

My mother had Facebook on the entire time I was at her house and I glanced at it but remarkably, I wasn't tempted to go on my own.  I'm starting to think that I wasn't as attached to it as I thought I was.  I would say maybe the need to separate myself from it was all in my head.  Whatever, I'm not going back just yet.  I actually enjoy my phone having a spaz attack every time it refreshes and tries to log on but hits a brick wall. IT all but begs me for an updated password and I have nothing for it.

This is actually the most fun I have all day.

I started a new book.  It's called Wildacre and oh man, this ish is off the chain. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

First this girls started off loving her papa and being raised on the family farm estate and loving the land more than life itself and her older brother was sent away to school.  Then as she grew her father told her that as a girl she got nothing, her brother the bookworm.  Somewhere around fifteen she has a summer long affair with the Gamekeepers son and it's kinda hot actually.  But then the brother comes home and the father begins to favor the son over the girl and she and her lover talk for like five minutes about killing the dad and cheating the son so bad that he goes bankrupt and they buy the farm and live the life of riley.  She wakes up the next morning realizing that she was kinda horney and didn't mean it when she agreed that her father could have an accident but she doesn't reach lover boy in time and Papa has an accident that afternoon and son is in charge.  Girl is all bloodthirsty because she loved her papa and she sets a man sized bear trap for lover boy and leaves him to bleed out but he doesn't and his body and his mom disappear.  Time passes and little miss hot and horney begins to get very unsister like feelings for her brother (Eww) (Seriously EWWW) and it takes her a couple of weeks but she achieves her goal and he falls in love with her and within the first 24 hours of this sick affair I can count that they've screwed five times. (Did I say EEEEWWW?  Cause... EEEWWWW) But now brother is getting married and she's weaseled her way on their honeymoon so she and brother can continue sleeping with each other.   Then she hears from the fiancee's mom that there's been bread riots in the north led by a one legged man on a big black horse that has two big dogs and can reload his pistol while on horseback.  Apparently lover boy that she left for dead after the man trap killed one of his kneecaps had two black dogs, if he survived, he would have one leg and he could reload his gun while riding a horse.  So now she thinks that he's going to come and get her for leaving him to die after he stepped into her revenge you die now trap.  Add that to the fact that she's kinda getting the hots for the country doctor that's treating her for her new found anxiety.

IT's like a train wreck, You can't look away.  I have wanted to throw the book across the room because it's grossed me out like soo many times but I can't, it's just... like I said, I can't look away.

I'm having a bit of a drink.  A vanilla flavored black russian.  I love the feeling of immense warmth that spreads through your body when you have a good drink.  It's like an Orgasm that you can feel from head to toe.

Speaking of Orgasms, I'm leaning toward making that my O blog.  But I'm not sure about that considering that my experience with this is rudimentary at best.  I mean my whole married life I didn't have one sober orgasm.  I'm not sure if I ever had them drunk although he says I did.  But then I earned a Woody award for best pornographic scream.  He bought it for over nine years.

I have had a couple.  And I mean that... a couple.  The last guy I slept with managed to acquaint me with it but not very well.

I'd like to be better acquainted with them.  One day.  Soon.

I have a little more thinking to do on that blog hence why it's not up yet.

So back to my book...

Ciao Bellas!

Monday, November 18, 2013

Day one on the planet with no Facebook...

I was tempted, bloggers.  I was well and truly tempted for about ten minutes to reactivate my FB.

But then I got up and I cleaned the living room and it was all good and in between cleaning I managed to sort out my jewelry supplies as well as make soup.

As a matter of fact, I'm sitting here eating said soup and it is sooooo goood! I love it when experimenting goes well.  Wanna see?

Okay...


I usually make either beef stew or chicken soup but lately I've been mixing the two and making this beef/chicken soup that is banging if I do it right.  Well tonight I added Shrimp!  Yes I cut up pieces of jumbo shrimp and O.M.G!  It's awesome.  The girls are in the dining room eating it with thick pieces of Homemade honey Wheat bread...

The best part of cooking is watching other people eat it with that look on their face.  After I cut the bread, Liv looked up at me and said "okay thanks!  You can go now"  WITH a glob halfway to her mouth.  I could have been offended you know the whole dismissing me from the room thing, but she said it with a laugh and as a parent you have to pick and choose your battles.  This wasn't even a fight.

So tonight is the game between the Panthers and the Patriots.  Supposedly both teams are 5-0 and only one can win tonight.  Tickets for the Panthers now start at $100 and go up past $2,000 for seats thanks to them winning so much.  It's kinda an unheard of thing.  They just don't do that.  Like ever.  They suck.  Well, I guess I can't say that at the moment.  They're on a winning streak.

Okay, I need to get up and do something before the itis sets in.  Cause oh man!  I'm full!  I love soup.  I want to make cupcakes.  I feel a baking binge coming on a few days early.  I have to bake most of Friday so I wasn't looking forward to baking  until Friday but man I want some cupcakes...

Okay, I'm going to do something.  Dunno what but I have to get up...

Deactivation

So late last night I deactivated my Facebook..  Whether this was a cry for help or me finally getting fed up, I don't know but I do know that as long as my will not to be connected at the hip and mouth to the social network holds out, I will leave as such.

I did regret some friends that I lost when my oh so freaking smart phone clued in that I no longer had an active account and deleted people from the contacts list but I logged on and reactivated this morning long enough to stare a few pictures and send those people a message.

A very small part of me wants to see how long it will take some people to notice I've left.  I'm a serial poster so if they've ever read any of my stuff then they may or may not notice right off the back.  It may take a few days as I do tend to take breaks every now and then, just not to this degree.  I have always been able to be reached by Facebook message.  Now I don't even have that link anymore and you know something?  Right now, I feel a little freer than I did yesterday.

I got up this morning and started a soup.  In a few moments I plan to go clean up my living room then my kitchen and then my dining room and I may start a few new jewelry pieces.  In the next couple of weeks I plan to re arrange my bedroom.  I have to find some screens for my windows.  Winter is coming and I think I would like to have my windows up at night to catch the breeze so that I don't have to have my AC running all day and all night.  The girls got screens as did the dining room.  Granted I pulled them off the vacant house next door and someone moved in before I could swipe the front screens for my bedroom so I have to go scavenging.  I shall prevail however.  The people at the top of the cul de sac are moving out and part of me wants to go over and hijack their screen door.  Just unscrew the screws and run into the night but I think it'll look suspicious if the realty company they are going with comes to the circle and their's holes in their door frame and the screen door they THOUGHT was on that house looks exactly like the one on my door.  So hmmm... nah, I think I'm going to let that house be....

So yeah, time for me to get up and get cracking.  The day is half gone and I have alot to do.  That soup is smelling really tasty.  I kinda wish Blogger had a smell option.  Today is the usual beef and chicken but I'm also going to throw a few jumbo shrimp in there and some veggies.  This is going to be good.  I think I may also make a fresh loaf of bread or two.

Time to get crackin!

Ciao!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

This is getting really tiring...

I don't know.  Maybe I need to get laid and then I will stop being overly emotional.  Maybe if I release whatever it is that released when you get some, I will regain my ability to be a level headed person again.

I want to scream one thousand cusses right now into the wind and not stop until I have no breath left in my body.  Why must men be so damned infuriating?  They are forever complaining that they don't understand women but the truth is, we're not the hard ones to figure out.  Men are WAY more complex than women are.

I want so bad for this not to be another blog about how my ex is pissing me off.  There's about a hundred of those running through my mind right now and I need to deal with that.  There's a lot of crap running around my brain right now but I can't put it here because like shitting in the wind, it'll come back and land right in my face. I know it will.

I'm sitting here fighting off tears because life is so hard right now.  There are so many demand on my time and not very many of them are mine.  This past Saturday was probably the most fun I have had in months because I got to do something for me.  It'll be a cold day in Neverland before that happens again.

I had two things that I wanted to do this month.  Just two.  I wanted to go see Thor and I wanted to go see The hunger Games.  I've missed my chance with Thor.  And I can already tell I'm not going to get to see the Hunger Games.  At least not on opening day.  I did get Saturday and I had hella fun but think about it.  I had two small things that I wanted to do for me this month and they have to go out of the window in favor of someone else's plans.

I got some disheartening news yesterday about something that's had me questioning a few things.  One of them being should I have ever left New Jersey.  Sometimes I'm not so sure.  My son doesn't love me enough to pretend I exist unless it's a blue moon.  So that's the same as when I was there.  My love life is about the same.  No one gave a damn about me in the dating circle in NJ and No one give a damn about me here.  My friends still love me no matter where I go so there's that.

Sigh... I'm just so tired of being treated like everyone doormat.  So tired of being treated like I don't matter unless I'm needed.  So tired... So freaking tired.

I'm turning into a used up, dried up old prune and no one seems to care.  I'm screaming out for just a little relief and everyone is so busy with what they need from me or want from me or can get from me that no one hears me.

I'm 34 years old and I feel like I'm 50+.  I can honestly see why no man wants me.  What man my age wants someone who is so old in the inside?

I can't have any more kids.  At least not naturally and sometimes I'm not sure if I want to do it again at this stage in the game.  Five years ago when I was still 29 maybe.  I have 6 years, one month and two days until my youngest is 18.  I have hit the home stretch and everyone says I'm going to have empty nest syndrome like crazy but I don't think I will.  In six years, one month and two days from today's date this will be absolutely nothing holding me to this spot and... and... and...

I'm still going to be sitting right here being the good girl, making no waves, making no loud noises, hoping that someone will come along and notice me.  Sitting here in my polished shoes, and pretty white pinafore dress with my hair done up really nicely, wearing a big smile.  That'll be me.

Oh, my dad is in the hospital again.  Not good.

We may not have always gotten along, but god, I don't want to lose my Daddy.  I'm not ready to lose my Daddy...

...

Don't sweat the petty things...

Pet the sweaty things...

I always hear people say that and I get it but I don't.  I care but I don't.

You know, I used to pride myself that for awhile, I had the kind of relationship with my ex-husband that many divorced people wished they had.  We talked, we hashed out problems with little to know ripples, we so parented with a finesse that made supernanny look like a novice.

But ever since he's moved here, I find that all I want to do is rip his head off and shove it up his ass.  On a daily basis.  Well maybe not a daily basis but at the very least on a weekly basis.

I mean, I don't pretend that I am a mild mannered person.  I couldn't pull off that lie if you paid me a million dollars and got me high on Godiva chocolates.  At best most days I pull off civilized with a very convincing flair. But he pushes buttons in me that only someone that I lived with for so long can push and I wish to everything holy that I could reprogram those buttons so that he can't find the combination that makes me go off like Mt. St. Helens.

This weekend we had a plan.  He kept both of the girl Friday night because he wanted to have a B-day party for Kay.  That was fine but Saturday he was supposed to drop Kay off at my moms and keep Liv.  It was part two of Kay's birthday celebration with my mom.  She bought her her favorite Microwave pizza and a small Ben and Jerry's ice cream and they were going to stay up and have a girls night.

About ten last night, my son Facebook messages me and I asked him if Kay was still there and he said yes.  The answer I was expecting was no, she left awhile ago.  But no she was there.  So I called my ex and asked him why she was still at his house when he was supposed to have dropped her off hours before.  His answer was that when he got to the house to pick her up, she was still in her pajamas and hadn't washed up.  So he left her there and went back to work.  But here's the thing, he fixes ATM's on site so when he went to work it was over an hour or two away.  Now most people would have just put her pajama clad behind in the car and taken her over to her grandmother's house because it was a promised thing.  But no, not him.  Didn't think like that.

There's not to say that there's not fault to Kay in this.  Although I'm not sure that he even told her what time he would be back for her, hence why she was still in her pjs... When I have to pick Kay up at a certain time I say that I need her dressed by a certain time and when I get there, she is dressed.  We have no problems.  I don't know what if anything he told her but I know she wasn't dressed.

Why does this annoy me so much?  Because my mother went out of her way to get stuff that Kay likes so that she would have a good time and he called her at seven to tell her that it would be eleven before he got to her.  Kay goes to bed on the weekends at eleven.  So she would have had no free time at Mom's because it would have been time for bed as soon as she got there.  He knows this.

Another thing that annoys me is that he has no respect for bedtimes in general.  When he returns them on Sunday night's it's always after nine pm.  Nine  and nine thirty are their bedtimes Sunday through Thursday.  This is not a secret. I say it every week.  We've been doing it so long that the girls actually get tired around these times.  But he repeatedly drops them off around ten.

IT makes me want to scream.  I swear I am reaching my end.

He also, and this is perhaps the most heinous of the things he does just to annoy me, brings her to my house.  The girlfriend.  She still has whatever he beef is with me leftover from when I blasted her on Facebook about not giving a crap about the other children in the household and not even stopping to see if they look okay before dragging them out of the house.  She acts like I'm loosing sleep over her not liking me and I need her to understand it's not my place in the world to like her.  I could probably give a half a rat's ass if she doesn't like me, really. I just want for my girls to be cared for when they are in her care and since they only go over there on the weekends and he works on the weekends, those weekends when she isn't at work, she's caring for my kids.  But since she has this thing, I have requested a few times that he not bring her to my house.  Not even to sit in the driveway.  I have the right to request that.  Yet he continually acts like if he just happens to have her in the car, I'm going to be okay with it.

I can't wait until we go to court for this whole custody thing.  I need to go to court.

Friday, November 15, 2013

What's in a name?


So I didn't really have to think about the N blog too much.  I've been thinking about the topic way to often as of late and figured, it deserved a blog.

Names.

When I pregnant with Olivia, The Dr. told me it looked like a girl.  information that I then sent on to my then husband.  He went to Turkey one night when the ship docked and got a tat on his upper arm of our children's names.  He sent me a picture later and I noticed that he had named our third, yet to be born child Olivia already.  I mean, how much more solid is a childs name than ink in injected into skin?  I told him that the doc wasn't sure if it was a girl and honestly, when he said we needed a kids with vowel name, Olivia was NOT where I was headed.  He then told me that if it was a boy it would be Oliver and he'd get it fixed, and if it wa a girl she would be Olivia.  No if's ans, or buts... from an Ocean away.

I so could have been the petty one and named my daughter Ysabel, or Abigail, or Iolanthe, or any number of names that start with a vowel as well as totally bucking him and going with another consonant like B because deep down I wanted to name my daughter Bronwyn.  It was in a book that I'd just read and I thought it was a good solid, unusual, but still totally awesome name.  But I was a good wife and named my child Olivia.  To be honest, I didn't like the name and further didn't like it when we went to his grandfather's home in NY for his funeral and his children from his second marriage assumed right off the bat that we had named our third child after their mother, Olivia; a woman I had never heard of nor met.  I am embarrassed to say that he made me acquiesce and agree that I had named my child after this woman that I am sure was a good woman just no one I knew anything about other than she married my then husband's grandfather and had a crap load of semi good looking kids with.

But whatever, that's in the past and Olivia is Olivia and she isn't going to change.  You will rarely hear me call her Olivia though.  I stick to Livy and other pet names.  I haven't called her Olivia on the regular ever.  Only when I am upset and trying to get her attention.

So my topic is names.  What possesses a parent to give a child a name?  Family names?  Purpose specific names?  What?

A personal favorite boys name of mine is Sebastian.  Also Nathan.  I don't see me ever putting them together for one child's name so as I see it, I need to have at least two more boys to have my two most coveted names.  I have to have so many more Girls, you'd think I was a Dugger to have all the girls names I like...

An old college buddy named her child Evian.  I asked her how she came up with that considering the trend at the time was to take actual words and turn them backwards for names.  I dared hope she wasn't doing this because Evian backwards is naive.  She outright told me because she liked the water.  I was done.

A girl that I grew up with and who I considered my best friend until middle/high school is named Semajh.  I always, always ALWAYS wondered where her parents got such an inventive name from.  They were Afrocentric, they celebrated Kwanzaa, they did all the stuff that I only read that black people do, I considered them the blackest people I knew at the time and figured the name had African roots.  I was all that more jazzed.   I had a friend with an African name!!  No.  The story I was told, not sure by whom is that they were expecting a boy and when a girl came out, they turned the name James (The name they had settled on) around and added an H.  My bubble burst all sorts of ways.  Don't get me wrong I still thought, do think that Semajh is a totally awesome name.  It's pretty and unique to me but the story behind it, too a little bit of the glitter away from it for me.

Speaking of Unique. I've met at least three women in my lifetime that named their daughters Unique. Okay sure one of them pronounced it "Uni-kay" but it was still Unique.  It seemed it was actually a popular name for a minute there.  My question is this:  If fifteen hundred other girls are named Unique, is the symbolism of the name not lost?

I have had two female friends that named their daughter's Heaven.  One who followed a trend and went with Neveah.  I personally like the backwards version.  I don't have much to say about naming your child Heaven.  Are you trying to say this is where they will go when they die or were you describing the event that created said child?

Precious.  In my experience (and yes I have had experience with this name) most girls who are named this are entitled little shits.  Yes I said it.  They think that because they are named Precious, they are precious.  Naw chickie, you might be precious but you are a precious hot mess.

And what about the moms that name their children Mercedes, Bentley, Porsche, and Royce when they know they should have gone with Yugo, Toyota, Chevy, and Dodge.  And in case you are wondering these too, are names that I have personally come across.  In this case all at one time when I was a photographer.  The mother came in and sat her children down and one by one called out the names and my mouth had to struggle not to drop on the floor.  Why?  I just wanted to ask why?

And this goes back years.  My mother once taught a set of twins named Inowseeallah and Nowiseeallah.  Yes, you read that right.  If you break it up, that was I now see Allah and Now I see Allah.  I can only wonder where those two are now a good thirty years later.

I admire people who do traditional things like name their boys Junior.  My father is a junior.  However in the case of my father, the man he is junior to, is not his father.  We don't know who his father is/was.  Something like that can seriously detriment a child.  Fortunately I don't see it done very often, actually haven't come across it other than my father but I don't understand what would possess my Grandmother to name my father Jr when that man wasn't the father. And after Junior what is next?  III, IV, and V?  That's awesome but after 18 I would change my name from Jr. to II.  It's just a maturity thing to me.

Then we have the Celebrities of today. Gwyneth named her daughter Apple.  Her son is named Moses but back to Apple.  "Because apples are whole and pure." Hmmm...

Beyonce named her daughter Blue Ivy and then went so far as to try and copyright it so no one else could name their child Blue Ivy.  Why in the hell would a sane person name their child Blue Ivy?  There was no need to try and copyright that name...

Courtney Cox named her daughter Coco.  I guess if it was good enough for Coco Chanel, it's good for Coco Cox-Arquette... (I'm a twisted individual and, for some reason I see the Cocoa Puffs bird bouncing up and down saying "I'm Cuckoo for Coco Cox!  I'm Cuckoo for Coco Cox!"  God I'm evil.)

David Duchovny named his child Kyd.  I don't even have a joke for that. I don't... I just... no...

Bono named his daughter Memphis Eve.  Coming from a guy who's name is Bono, is this really a stretch?  Just sayin...

Frank Zappa named his children Moon Unit, Dwezil, and Diva Thin Muffin... Uhm... yeah...

Rob Morrow named his son Tu so that the boys name is Tu Morrow.  Tomorrow... get it?  I want to brak out into a chorus of "The sun'll come out... Tu Morrow! Betcha bottom dollar that Tu Morrow, IT WILL SHINE!!!" But I'm thinking he gets this often.  If he doesn't, I need to start a movement. (Note, even my computer's spell check keeps auto correcting this childs name to tomorrow.)

Jermaine Jackson (The brother of the guy who named his sons Prince Micheal and Blanket (Technically Prince Michael II)) named his child Jermajesty... I really hope that this is a girl.  I really really hope so.  I also hope that she waits until he is a senile old fart and dependant on her and she beats the hell out of him for it.

(BTW, my source for that list save Beyonce was: 20 most bizarre celebrity baby names)

imagine if ANY of those children had gone into politics...

President Apple, Vice President Kyd, Secretary of state Jermajesty... Thank God they will probably want to be stars like Mom and/or dad...

And Lastly, people who names their children after Bible.  It's an inspired idea but here's the thing... the people in the bible are in there because they did great things... well except for Judas and if you name your kid Judas then you have way bigger problems than I can cover in this blog... Do some parents realize that they are setting their child up for either a great destiny or a great fall by naming them Jesus, Noah, Moses... and those are the only names I can come up with off hand that are Male.  The girls had fairly regular names... Mary, Elizabeth...  But come on, Jesus was the savior of the world and the son of God.  What exactly are you hoping your child will do when he grows up?  Be the next Messiah?  Noah built a really big ship and saved all of the animals we know today from drowning.  Are you setting your son up to be a master Shipbuilder? and Moses... well, God spoke through him and brought down an entire civilization with plagues and then split a massive sea in half so another civilization could be free.  I actually have no modern day job to compare that to.  Great Army General?  Biowarfare genius?  Awesome Scout guide?

And while the girls had fairly decent names, there was also Jezabel whose name has come to basically mean tramp and whore. Or Delilah who was a temptress, a traitor and a tease.  Rahab was a dancer.  Way to set her up for a career as a stripper, mom! Sappira is actually quite pretty and I've actually used it as a pen name but she was a woman that hid money from the church and lied to the apostles.  God personally smote her.  Don't think I'll be using that one again...ever. Eve listened to a snake and made a mistake.  I don't think she qualifies as a biblical bad girl but there ya go...

And what if your kid grows up to be a Satanist or Atheist?  "Hi, My name is Jesus and I'm a Satanist..." I don't see that going over well...

(Source: Naughty Biblical Women)

So basically after rambling this long, my point is that people should be careful what they name their children.  You may be trying to say one thing but everyone else might construe it totally different.  A name can either be a destiny path for a child or a huge yolk around their necks.  Think about that when you have an innocent, defenseless newborn in your arms and you are giving them the name that they will be known by during their entire lives and maybe afterwards.  Be kind to your kids.  Do research before you name them...


Do I play my hand or wait...?

So many of you know I tend to talk smack about my ex husband and tell our past on here but I don't usually talk about anything we are going through in the present unless I'm really mad and need to see it in writing before I figure out what to do.  Right now is one of the times of the latter except, I'm not mad, I'm just wondering do I say something now, or do I wait?

I'm going to try for a little back story here but as with my ex and ex family, I'm never sure what what they can find and how they find it so no matter how I safeguard against my writings, I try to keep it at least PG-13 when it comes to him.

In August/early September, I got a letter from Family court saying that my ex was suing me for custody of all three kids.  My son, he already has and he holds onto him like I'm going to sell the boy on the black market if he let's him near me.  His main motivation for wanting the girls is one, that K is overweight, I feed her too much. Two, their hair is always bad. And three they never have any clothes.  Maybe if he takes my reason for living away from me, I will go back to school and make something of myself.

I want to defend here, but honestly, it would be way too long and drawn out.  I would get into personal feelings and probably a few slurs and like I said above, I never know what he/they can find and what he/they can't so let's leave it at that.

I have done everything I was supposed to by the dates that they told me to and as yet, he has not.  I'm covered.  What happens to him is entirely on him.  I do know however that this court case will probably drag on forever until he sends it to the next level and that is not okay.  I think I am going to call Family Court and see if I can get the ball back to rolling because as long as he has this hanging over my head I can't really do anything without someone taking a closer look at me.  Not that it's a bad thing for them to do that but sometimes, I get tired of feeling like I'm under a microscope.  This big black cloud of a court case is hanging right over my head holding a sign that basically says "This woman, right here, is a bad mother."  I need that sign to go away.

I recently had a revelation about my child support payments and after talking to the ex and getting nowhere I decided to play on the hunch and see for myself.  From everything I can figure, everything I thought is correct but the question remains...

Do I play my hand today when he comes to pick up his girls or do I hold onto my hand and play it at a time that is probably going to advantage me the absolute most with the hefty chance that by waiting to play it then, I might screw myself in the bum?

Do you see my conundrum? I can play it and be upfront with him or I can hold it and use it when I think I need it.

His claim is that I never talk to him.  I have about a million things to say about that but I digress.  Could this be constructed as not talking to him?  Could this be like court where I'm holding evidence that could damn him but I didn't share and give him time to correct so it's not in my favor but his?

Life is too freaking complicated for this mess.  Quite honestly, I'm over it.  I can't wait until my youngest is 18.  When she turns 18, I can give it all up and do what I want to do which is be a house sitter.

I know that sounds crazy but I really want to do it.  They get to travel all over the world in some cases and be paid to take care of someone else's house.  I'd get to travel, and all I have to do in return is take in mail, take care of animals, and water plants, maybe clean up after myself.  I could do that.

I always say that if anything happens to my mother I'm not staying in NC.  I probably would until my kids were all 18 for the sheer reason of the ex would have no reason whatsoever to follow me to whatever destination I choose to be closer to his kids.  When they are 18, he can go where they are if he chooses, because where they are is not necessarily where I will be.

I just need to be done with this.  I need to be done with him.  I need to be done with trying to coordinate meet-ups, and appointments, I need for him to go back to New Mexico.  I honestly wish to hell that I had never helped facilitate his move to NC because it has been nothing except heartache and distress for me.  I'm over having to change my schedule to suit him because he pays the child support.  It dawned on my the other day that because I don't currently have a job, he expects me to be his calendar as well as drop everything I am doing to bring the kids to him.  This morning he asked me point blank "Are you going to bring them to me or do I have to come get them?"

This is going to be the real personal part of my post but do you know how badly I wanted to say, "Negro what the hell do you think?  You live past downtown!  I am not getting caught in that traffic.  YOU get caught in it and sit there. And sit there.  And sit there."

Since our divorce, I have had to cancel two meetings with people because he was late or decided to inform me at the last second he wasn't coming.  I'm tired of having to rearrange my life.

I have some thinking to do.  I have about two hours to decide if I want to play regular poker or Texas Hold'em with my info.  We shall see.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Mmmm Mmmmm MMmmm



So if you have ever listened to Weird Al Yankovic, then you know where the title of this blog comes from.  When I think of M, his song...

So I've been absent for a good minute from the alphabet blog...  I actually could consider my last blog Manless part of the Alphabet blog and call that M but tonight I think I have a good topic.

Let's talk about manners.

When I was a child, I spoke to my mother in a manner befitting the fact that I was a child and she was the adult.  In fact I spoke to all adults in the manner.  Even when I was so mad I could scream and shout and throw worlds biggest temper tantrum, I still spoke to them with the respect their age granted them.  That was how I was raised.

I don't find that this is the case now.  Children today speak to adults in such a manner that I wonder how they are still standing where they are.  Some of these kids... Man my mother would have slapped them in the next week and would be waiting there to slap them back again.  It'd be like watching a game of Pong, this week, last week, this week, last week...

I was in the store the other day and a mom was calling her little boy.  She kept screaming for him over and over.  First of all my kids know that if I have to call you more than twice, your butt is roadkill anyway.  You don't ignore mom.  The fact that this woman was in Wal-Mart screaming for her son, who turned out to be about ten and she called him a total of ten times before he even acknowledged her was a little too much for me.  When he finally did acknowledge his mother, his response was, "Will you leave me the hell alone? I'm lookin' at something!"

Does that little boy know how lucky he is that he wasn't my child????  Forgetting the fact that she called him ten times, he cussed at her AND told her to leave him alone.  If she had decided to slap the little shit across the store I would have gladly kicked him back to her so she could do it again and again.  We could have played a nice little game of soccer.  OMG! And the mom, who sadly fit every stereotype of white mothers. Come on, I'm not offending anyone here.  Throughout time there has been a distinct difference in the way white women mother and the way black women mother.  A black mother would have knocked every tooth in the boys head out.  Some white mothers would have yelled and screamed, some white mothers would have walked away, and yet still some white mothers would do with this woman did and say, "Okay but hurry up."  It was at this point that I wanted to smack the mother.

I'm not a non violent person sometimes.  I mean I don't try to be.  I would have mini strokes fifty times a day if I did try to be or think non violent thoughts all the time.  All I can say to my defense is at least I only think my violent thoughts.  I haven't actually voiced them in a few weeks since I told a woman (in wal-mart, no less) that if she didn't stop waving her hand like she was dismissing me that I would snatch her bald.  *Picture old television shows where the snooty rich person was trying to tell the help they were dismissed they would do that palm facing down go away wave with their fingertips.  This woman was doing that to me and another black man. I told her if she waved her bright yellow nails at me one more again (Yes I said that) I would snatch the hair off her head.*

Back to the woman at hand. This woman stood there for a good five minutes before she realized that the three other women in the aisle besides me were looking at her like she was stupid as hell. Then she politely announced to the boy that she was leaving and if he wasn't in the car when she left he'd be sorry and she walked away.  The boy, perhaps meaning to say it after she walked away or maybe he was actually sucky at snappy comebacks said, "Whatever. Bye!"

It was at this point I left. I just left.

And Children aren't the only ones being rude.  Since I have been down here I have faced the worst kind of Racism there is... Elderly racism.

Thanks to the Paula Dean fiasco, we are ALL aware that today's elderly generation grew up calling black people n!%%ers and coons.  It was socially acceptable back when they were young.  They did not all get the memo that times have changed and that they can have the tar beat out of them for saying that now.  And while I have been racially slurred by elderly people in the past nothing gets me more than when an elderly person says "Oh you can let me go ahead of you, you're young, and I've earned my way to the front of the line."

I kid you not, this has actually been said to me on more than one occasion by someone who is NOT family.  I mean seriously??! WTF?  Ask me if you can go ahead of me, don't tell me that deserve to go ahead of me!

Those of you that know me on Facebook know that I had an encounter with a woman (In walmart) where she had a cartful of things and I had three things and when the cashier finished ringing her purchases the woman turned to me and told me that not letting me go ahead of her in line should teach me a lesson about expecting people to let me skip line because I only had a few things.  Keep in mind that I never in any way intimated that I wanted to go ahead of her.  Nothing came out of my mouth, nothing was communicated from my eyes, or my stance that I know of.  Maybe I'm very talkative in body motions.

Being my mother's child, I have a very low tolerance for rude people no matter the age.  My grandmother raised her that way and she raised me that way.  My Great Grandmother probably didn't have to raise my grandmother to respect her elders because way back then, nobody blinked an eye when someone smacked their kid across the room.  Didn't matter what they did.  If they got a smack, they deserved it.... usually.

Ugh.  What are your thoughts on manners? I'm curious..