Two Finished Knit Projects: Zigzag Scarf and Slouchy Beret

Yes got darn it a knitting post!! Oh kay, kay, kay!! (in my best Little John voice)

Anger Mgmt Charlie Brown Scarf
Pattern: Zigzag Stripes in Scarfstyle

Needles: US 5 Yarn: KnitPicks Swsih DK
Colors: Skyborne 1 ½ skein
Storm 1 skein (a little left over)
Dusk 1 skein (a little left over) Started: I think mid September
Finished: December 29th

I love this scarf and furthermore Anger mgmt does too which is awesome because she is a 14 (soon to be 15 Saturday) fashionista. My kids love the color blue and once I realized I did not want to make Collegeboy blanket anymore on small needles I decided to reuse the yarn to make a scarf for Anger Mgmt.

The pattern was real easy. Since I started school I knew I could not knit Enes on the subway or the bus, so when I could knit I would pick the scarf up and knit a couple rows. The only downer with this scarf is all the ends, however, it wasn’t too bad. I would do a couple sections and then do the ends, that way I would not be overwhelmed at the end.

I love the back of the scarf just as much as the front. This scarf is full of texture. I think the scarf looks like it is crocheted, but of course it is not I can’t crochet worth a lick. Close to the end I started thinking of this scarf as a Charlie Brown scarf because of the zigzag. Maybe I have been watching too many Charlie Brown specials for Thanksgiving and Xmas.

Scarfstyle is such an awesome book. I love the fact that almost every scarf is cute and you can do more than one pattern out the book. This is my second scarf out the book and I have plenty more to go…..like finishing up Ene’s.

Anger Mgmt Slouchy Beret
Pattern: Gwen's Slouchy Beret by Lauren

Needles: 7 & 9 16 inch Circulars

Yarn: Rowan RYC Cashsoft Color: Blue

I also made Anger Mgmt a beret like mine. I completed this in two days. She kept trying to wear mines and I knew it was a matter of time before I could not find mine so I made her one. She has been wearing this thing for months. I believe I completed this in September or October. I did it in blue to match her Ruffle Scarf and it matches this scarf as well. Kudos to me – oh and I reused some of the yarn from the Cecile Beanie since she didn’t wear it that much.

A close up of the design

Go Urban, it’s ur birthday, go Urban it’s ur birthday!!

Ha!

Stop playing with my emotions

I wish the weather would stop playing with my emotions. I do not know what the hell to wear. I mean one minute it is 20 degrees outside and the next 73. Although I am grateful for the sunshine. I personally would like the regular damn temperature. I can handle the 40 – 50 degrees, I will layer up or something. My body is chilled to the bone because it has not had a chance to get use to the damn weather. M my psyche cannot take this shit.

As I am typing this, the wind is acting like the three little pigs and trying to blow my house down. I find myself thinking about the old house I grew up in where I felt safe from the elements. WELL, these new homes aren’t worth shit. I am scared that one more blow will knock a damn window out.

Stop playing with my emotions homie....

Italian Christmas - Oh Joy

Hey folks,

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas or whatever you celebrate. We spent the holiday at my in-law house. Yeah me! Everything was Italian food.

Now, I understand everyone gets tired of the bird, but as my daughter said – grandma, we only eat it a couple times a year. Jeez. The food was okay, but she called me for half the recipes. If this ain’t your thing, why pick a holiday to do it? Oh and people, you cannot or should I say should not make lasagna with cheddar cheese WTF. My husband aunt can’t cook worth shit. I mean seriously no one eats her food. Example - a couple years ago she made stuffing and the shit was the consistency of sand. No bull, it was grainy like sand. I got caught up though because his mother offered me the lasagna and I love lasagna so I was like yes, cut me a piece and then she said – yeah, Aunt No Cook made it. My husband was DYING and no one else got a piece. I was going to slyly throw it in the trash, but my MIL was on me like how does it taste and so I had to take a bite. That shit was horrible. I just said, yes it taste okay, but um, I really don’t eat cheddar cheese on my lasagna, she turned her head and that shit went in the trash.

We had fun though, we played Pictionary and it was HILARIOUS!! My team won as usual. I think I told you all or maybe I didn’t that I originally didn’t want to go to the party because my husband family teases me about being smart (as if I am going to dumb it down – man up your vocab people). Every holiday they play games and I am cool with that, but I play to win. So I stopped playing with them to give their ass a chance to win, but when I say no. His mom and family say come on and play even though we know you are going to beat us. Urban is sooo smart (GTFOH, I can’t help I read). Shut the fuck up with ya’ll backhand compliments. Do what my family do and play cards! Spades anyone?

Well, Pictionary have nothing to do with smarts, but you need to know how to draw a little and try to come up with a concept. Mr. Stefon was too damn funny. He is so competitive (do not know where he got that from). He told his grandma and his aunt he did not want to be on their team because they did not know what they were doing (they played Thanksgiving and he gave them a what for I am told). He was yelling at them because they could not get simple shit. He would go to draw and say I know ya’ll not going to get it. I thought I would die. I tried to explain teamwork and he said I know mommy but they just cannot get it, watch. His grandma told him, we really going to try this time. I was CRYIN!!

The best part about the holiday.

Grandma: Kids did you bring your clothes?
Kids: No, we did not know we were going to spend the night.
Grandma: Well, you know you should have bought clothes, but I have a washer and dryer.
Mr. Stefon: Anger Mgmt you going to stay?
Anger Mgmt: I have homework packets to do (fucking nerd).
Mr. Conservative: I will come get you on Saturday.
Anger Mgmt: Okay
Mr. Conservative and I: Bye and Merry Xmas.

WE DIPPED!! Went home turned the fireplace on got some drinks and had a private dance party.

Merry Christmas

Hey everyone,

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!!!

urbanknitrix

I want to be like Mike or maybe not...

Mr. Stefon: Mommy, I want to be like daddy when I grow up.
Me: You should your dad is a great man.
MS: I know he does everything for me.
Me: Yes, he gets up every morning and goes to work to make a better life for us.
MS: Mommy, did you know a lot of kids do not meet their father until they are adults.
Me: Yes, and some do not meet them then. Did you know I did not meet my father until I was eight?
MS: Is that why we do not go see granddaddy on your side?
Me: Well yes and no, I just do not go around because we do not have a relationship like you two. Remember Pops, grandma husband that died, he was my dad, he was the one who took care of us like your daddy, give us medicine, and go to our schools and stuff.
MS: Well, daddy yells sometimes and punishes me, but I am happy he is here for us.
Me: Yes and you remember that and make sure you are there for your kids no matter what.

I told my husband what he said because I believe that is the ultimate compliment. Of course, my husband turns around and says he wants him to be better than him, but to me that is not the point. Kids just want to be safe.

I did not meet my dad until I was 8 years old and it was not one of those reunions where we kept in contact all the time. The next time I saw my father my daughter was 1 years old and we began to keep in contact. However, I do not talk to him all the time. Right now, he is kinda beefing with me because I will not pick money up from his house. I just do not feel like it is my place and I am not hurting for it so its whatever. Although, he has not been a father, I respect the fact he spilled his seed and I am here so I do call him daddy even though he has not been a father or a daddy to me.

Dad: Hey, I miss you how are you?
Me: Fine, how are you?
Dad: Okay, I no longer have prostate cancer, the surgery went well.
Me: That’s good.
Dad: So, you going to come over here to get this money? I told you I have $50 for you and your old man and the kids – how many do you have again?
Me: Three. Thanks dad, but you do not have to give me any money.
Dad: You need to come on over here and get this. I have been holding it for you and you need to get it, it is not much but the kids can buy themselves something and you can get a little something for yourself.
Me: I know, but you keep it.
Dad: Just call me and let me know when you are coming to get it. How is your mother doing?
Me: (UGH) She is doing fine.
Dad: Tell her to call me when she comes back in town.
Me: Okay, I will.

My mother lives in Mocha City about fifteen minutes from his ass since she moved from Hotlanta in April, but he do not need to know that. This man always ask me about my mother is doing and truth be told, if I told her I spoke to him, she ask about him. Well guess what? I do not tell the other anything about each other; they can try to hook up on their own time.

I know my father reason for trying to give me the money but honestly, I do not care. I feel sad sometimes that my kids do not get to see that side of my family; I mean my grandmother is a trip and it would be nice for them to see their great grandmother who is still spunky and tells everyone she is 50 with 28 years of experience. She is so beautiful, she is the only one I miss, and I see so much of myself in her – my height, my complexion, my looks, my humor, but with all that said I am content. I speak to her occasionally, the last time we talked was Sunday, before that I do not know.

I am seriously okay with our relationship and he needs to be too. My husband, friends and mother (of all people) tell me I am wrong and I should not be like that (do not know what they mean).

It would have been nice to grow up with my father, but at the same time, I had my uncle in my life and my stepdad, so I do not feel like I missed much because they were always there. When I went in labor the first time, I would not go to the hospital until my uncle came all the way from Chocolate City to the other side of MD to take me to the hospital and he did it and soon as I got there I had College boy, his father was not to pleased that I could not leave until my uncle got there but tough cookie. Sang for joy when I graduated from high school and then college. When I bought my house, my uncle was there crying and told me how proud he was of me and then turned around and told me what I needed to do with my damn yard and then showed me how to garden correctly (this man gets on my nerve in that department).

So, for me I am happy I had men in my life who picked up the slack when another man didn’t feel the need to and yes he may want to make amends now, but I AM A GROWN AS WOMAN and really just don’t see the need. I am never mean; I always answer his calls, sometimes call him, and say dad or daddy and I love you when he says it to me. I mean him no ill will at all, so why do I need to let him in as everyone says? I just do not get it. I am always accused of been hard and I am not, I am just logical.

Damn, how in the hell did this post switch from my son and his dad to me and my dad. Anywho.

Weekend Bliss

The weekend was quite lovely.

Friday

The kids went over grandma house for the weekend. They went to a skating party. College boy went over his dads’ house, which mean we were childless. However, I did not take full advantage. My husband took the kids to their destinations and I was supposed to be setting up the fireplace (yes, it finally works) and all that. My ass was knocked out on the sofa when he came home.

Saturday

My husband had to go to work which means I had the ENTIRE house to myself. Damn it was a good day. I had college basketball, a movie, food, drinks and dancing (Reggae). That is my kinda damn day.

How bout them boys!!! LET’S GO HOYAS!! HOYAS beat Memphis, I thought I was going to have to freak somebody up because the game went into overtime when it should have been over, but it was all good. LET’S GO HOYAS!!!

My girlfriends and I decided to go to Jerry’s Seafood. Someone (lied) told her they had the bomb shiggity crab cakes and that they were better than Oceanaire (she ain’t never been). Man please it was no competition. I must be fair though. I did not have their crab cakes, so I can not compare apples to apples. However, they are known for their crab bomb which is only lump crab meat no fillers and broiled. Sounds good right, well you would be wrong. That shit was some garbage. It was broiled and it was chewy and greasy. I am a picky eater, I barely like any restaurant but when I do I will give it props. If your in D.C. take your ass to Oceanaire and get their crab cake. No competition, so I will be taking them there to try a real damn crab cake.

After eating out we saw Cadillac Records. The movie was okay. It was about thirty people deep if that many - dang. The trailer is a little misleading. I thought B had a bigger role playing Etta. I mean that is how they hyped it up. I saw interviews with her saying how she went to a rehab clinic to see how a heroin addict acts, she wasted her time she did not appear in the movie until halfway through. Anywho, I could care less, they paid my damn way.

After that, we went to get drinks down Adams Morgan and had a blast. Except for one of my chicas wanting to fight one of the bouncers. Long story.

Sunday

I slept so damn good. I mean really slept and I needed it, I almost feel back to normal. I watched Dexter and am a little disappointed, but whatever. I will just wait for Big Love.

Sipping on Patron!!

Man oh Man I am done!!!!! I feel like I just got a couple snow days!!! The final was 25 True and False questions and I was out in like 10 minutes. DONE! You Dig!! I made some much needed Happy Hour appointment with classmates I can stomache with alcohol and I was ghost.

So what did I do, with all that extra time?

Came home made cheese steak - steak, provolone cheese, mushrooms and onions.

Mr. Bartendar made me a Margarita with Patron Silver (thank you, so I wont get an headache).

I am so happy I will not be seeing this place until January, now I will just await the grades.

African Rats as Pet!!! GTFOH

What in the Sam’s (I still have no clue who Sam is) Hell?

I had to post this. The husband and I are listening to Tom Joyner this morning and Roland and Anderson Cooper is on and they are talking about whatever, wasn’t paying too much attention until we heard, “Monkey Pox is occurring more often and Americans should start to worry because it has begun showing up here.” “It came here because people started bring THEIR PET AFRICAN RATS HERE.”

GTFOH!!

Anderson said I know Jay Anthony has something to say and my husband and I looked at each other and said WHO THE HELL IS BRINGING AFRICAN RATS OVER HERE AS PETS!!!!! AS FREAKING PETS!!! Man I wish you all could have seen my husband face.

Oh lawd I am still dying laughing and confused. However, they have been seen in Florida. Floridians you better watch your back that is not a possum or regular ole rat. You all might want watch CNN tonight. I am in Chocolate (mocha) City and we have a serious rat problem, those mofos look like cats, so unless they got street skillz I do not think I have anything to worry about right now.

Every time I think I have heard it all, I hear something else. So, you know everyone wants to be different. We had the Madagascar Cockroach showing up on the runway a couple years ago. Everybody and their mamma have been rocking the miniature dog in their purse. You know we like to be first, so who is going to rock the furry rat first? T.I., Lil’ Kim, you perhaps? Throw a diamond-studded collar….CAN’T TELL ME NUTHIN!!!

Who wants this exotic creature up under/eating their tree Christmas morning? Tell the truth.

By the way he is intelligent, in this picture he is sniffing for land mines.

I know why the cage bird sings....

Freedom damn it! And when she ain’t got any she shut the hell up because her ass is in the house being mother and wifey trying to plot to get the hell out!!!

Conversation with my BFF #3.

Urban: I can’t take this shit.
BFF #3: WTF are you talking about?
Me: Man, I can’t take this being a wife and a mother bull shiggity. I can’t do this shit all day, every day.
BFF: Um, I hate to break the news to you, but you been doing this shit on a regular for a minute now. Oh and you are a wife and a mother. (she is dying laughing).
Me: You know what I am talking about. I ain’t your every day mom and wife. You know I have to be out and about.

Don’t get the wrong idea. There is nothing wrong going on in my household. I love my kids and my husband and wouldn’t trade their ass in (I might for some pineapple now&laters). See, I don’t mind the cooking – I try and cook meals, everyday, not frozen dinners (if you do that’s you not judging), I want my kids to remember home cooked meals after school (except when my ass is tired, but dad steps in). I don’t mind sexing the husband AT ALL, I told ya’ll before I am 34 and the elders NEVER LIED (singing Rick James, give it to me baby), I put something on it – ya dig, I got a degree in that area. I will bring out the…… Anywho, the point is, I don’t mind that.

However, I am with them ALL day, EVERY day and I get tired of routines. I have to break the monotony or I feel like I have lost Urban.

I love being around people and enjoying life and I have not really kicked my legs up because I have been in school, and being wifey.

Well, let me tell you I hear a bird about to start singing, um, right after I take my last final tonight!

Weekend

Friday was very eventful. In the morning Mr. Stefon and I was in a hit and run on the metrobus. The truck ran a red light, then decided to back up into the side of us while the bus was still moving. The bus stopped, the truck took off. I thought about diving on the floor screaming my neck and my back, but figured that would not be a good character move, especially with studying ethics and all. Dayhum.

Later, I got a text from my husband asking me did I want to go out for drinks or stay in for drinks. Um, GO OUT. I get off go home, and it changes to stay in for drinks. Dayhum, I swear he knew I was planning on going out with the girls. So, we stayed home, order the nasty Chinese food ever, and I STILL did not get anything to drink. He made himself a Pomegranate Martini. I had the pleasure of pressing, flattening, curing my daughter natural hair for a dinner she was going to on Saturday. I so wish she would get a perm, well not really. Nevertheless, I am tired of doing her hair.

Saturday, Stefon had his first party/sleepover at a non-family member house. I was on pins and needles all night. I do not mind if my kids going over family members houses – well grandparents houses, but others, no. I convince my kids they would have a better time at our house. Well, I could not compete with laser tag and an indoor pool. The pool is what really sent me over the edge. Mr. Stefon and water, oh lawd. Well he came back in one piece, so that was good. Anger Mgmt went to her party with her friends, her friend is moving to Brazil, her parents are in the service. She looked so cute, with her mini heels on. Mr. Conservative made a 15 bean soup and as much as the kids and me turned our nose up and said we were not eating it, it was So.Damn.Gooooooood.

Sunday was very peaceful day. I laid around, studied a little, cleaned up a little and cooked. Man cooking was awesome; I cooked big breakfast and dinner. It was needed. College Boy asked me what was the special occasion. I said, I always cook like this, he said you have not cooked like this in a couple months. Kids.

I made a roasted chicken, and it was very aromatic. I come down the stairs to baste the bird.

Mr. Conservative – Damn, you sure did use a rack of garlic.
Me – (hurt) what? If you have a problem with my cooking you need to cook yourself, ain’t nothing wrong with your hands.
Mr. Conservative – Man please. Why you catching an attitude? I did not know we were trying to kill vampires and werewolves.

All I could do was laugh and jump on his ass. We wrestled for a little…….

Banana sandwich?

So, I am talking to my BFF on the phone and we are talking about the love her daughter have for peanut butter and I am confessing my love too.

YOU CAN'T TELL ME NUTHIN WHEN IT COME TO PEANUT BUTTER.

Me: Gurl, have you had the apples with peanut butter? That shit is the bomb (yes I am old).
BFF#2: I know you love it, but I never tried it. Your Goddaughter #1 loves it.
Me: Man you have to try it.....so damn good. Oh and toast some wheat bread and put peanut butter on it. GIRL it will melt right on the bread. Slamming.
B: Okay, you eat it with celery too.
Me: YES (orgasmic sounding). Oh my give me celery with peanut butter, not none of the running suspect ranch.
B: You stupid.
Me: Well, you know how Mr. Conservative is always trying to jone and talk about my taste buds, he is a trip because that peanut butter/banana shit he described as having as a child is disgusting sounding.
B: I know you not going to like this and call me country, but you know what I like the banana sandwich.
Me: WTH
B: Yeah girl it is so good.
Me: Okay, explain this to me, because I just can't rap my mind around this at all, I mean help me, how do you make/eat this.
B: You swirl it and then put it on the bread, some people put a little sugar in it to make it sweet, but I make sure I get sweet bananas.
Me: Um, kay. I will stick to my apples, you can have that nasty sounding shit. I just can't imagine that wet shit on my bread, but okay.

So how many of you out there had banana sandwiches and is it really good because I still can't see, nor do I want to taste it?

Procrastination better watch her back!!

My mind is fried.

I stayed up all day Tuesday. Did not go to sleep because I did not finish my paper that was due Wednesday. I stayed home all day Wednesday to complete my paper. Class started at 6:10, I got to class at 7:26.

Text to classmate: Are you all still there?
Classmate: Yup, but we will be gone soon, only one person left to present.
TTC: Okay, keep them there I am running now.

Ya’ll let me tell you, I took off running like Marion Jones on the stuff. It was no way in hell, I was not going to turn in that C paper and risk getting a D if I did not get it in on time (automatic 10 point penalty if late). So all a sistah could do is lace up her boots and get ta steppin. I did not care if the campus police was looking at me like maybe they should take me down with a taser because THAT is what they would have to do to stop my big ass.

My out of shape ass, took the hill, the corner and once I saw daylight had to hold my damn side because my throat was burning and so was my side. Sharp ass pain in the gut, I hear my cell phone beep, and it is a text message saying the last person read and they were discussing the finals. SHIT. I take a breath because now I have to tackle four fucking flights of stairs. I get up top and damn near bust the door down, sit by my classmate breathing heavy as hell. My professor says, "we have one more presentation from Urban, we will let her go after she catches her breath." Are you serious dude, just let me turn this shit in. I need some fucking oxygen……..I wonder if there is a defibrillator in class?

BREATHE, BREATHE…….My paper is about………BREATHE…….HR 800……BREATHE…….The Employee Free Choice Act……..BREATHE……

Man this shit is for the birds, why he start asking me questions, because this is his pet topic, and normally my nerdy ass would eat this shit up and discuss it with him and get mad points, but now when I need oxygen quick, and damn it, there is NOBODY in my class I want touching my lips. And I do mean nunca!!

Dear Procrastination,

Leave me the hell alone. See what happens when you wait to the last minute. I almost lost a fucking kidney and half a lung running to school. My heart still hurts two days later, all because you couldn’t get it together and come up with some shit for a measly ten page paper, you better man the fuck up and get it done next time. We have a deal. You can wait until the last minute, as long as you get the shit done. Were suppose to be a team and not let people know were slipping. DAYHUM!! You know I talk about people all the time, calling them names and shit and here it is you are trying to join their fucking team or sell us out. What the fuck you let us down! Get your shit together. Oh and how in the hell did you lose three papers when you were in front of the damn computer all day and night AND you called yourself saving every page. Kidney and lungs are after you ass, we might just have to get our self together and do stuff earlier.

Of course I did the please Lawd, I will never do it again if you let me get there and turn it in on time, but of course I have been saying this prayer since I was in high school...... or about never drinking again, when that occasional hang over happen.

$1,163 Cell Phone Bill - GTFOH!

My BFF Florence Nightingale and I have been friends since we were 13 and she suffers from the same disease that I do, Nogoodsisteritis. Sisters that can’t act right for shit. Although mine is in remission right now and has been acting right for the past two years, well at least she has ALL of her kids now and have found Christ (and let everyone and their momma know she's a Christian). Well, her sister is divorced with 4 kids. She works minimum wage and receives no support from ex-husband, or the state. However, she does receive support from my BFF and her mother who was retired, and is now coming out of retirement to help her.

This is so ridiculous. I told my friend on numerous occasions that she will have to learn to do what I did. Do not answer the phone. If your mom start talking about the situation, tell her you do not want to know about it. If you do not know about it, you cannot help or feel guilty about it. My mother told me I was mean, I told her I was being honest. I cannot do everything. You all stress me out and I feel helpless when I cannot help. That’s why I have a fucking sleeping disorder now AND that’s why I don’t pick up the phone. If I get a phone call from their ass it might take me a week or a month to call them back, I have to prepare myself mentally to deal with that shit. Love them all but I have to do what’s right for me. At the end of the day – can I come to you for a loan to pay my bills? Hell no.

BFF Florence Nightingale: Hey, I called you the other day to tell you, you were right.
Me: I was studying. What are you talking about I was right?
BFF: I got my cell phone bill.
Me: Okay.
BFF: You know I don’t check my mailbox everyday (me neither) and Saturday I went to the mailbox and saw my cellphone bill and was like damn this sucker feels like a book. I opened it and the fucker was 44 pages, 1 page for me and 43 pages for my sister. The total was 1,163.00.
Me: WHAT!!!
BFF: Yup, so you was right I wish I would have listened to you. I am always trying to help them and this is what she does. Of course, I bought them shit on Black Friday and I want to take it all back, but its’ not the kids fault.
Me: I am still stunned at the amount.
BFF: Yeah, so my cellphone company told me I need to pay it all by Friday.
Me: Are you serious.
BFF: Yeah, I told them, I could pay some on Monday and then pay on it and they told me they want some Friday, not Monday.
Me: You have been with them for a long time; they should let you do a payment plan.
BFF: Yeah, they told me if I cannot come up with the money to call them back, and they will work something out.
Me: Man that's fucked up.
BFF: (starts crying) You know my mother is coming out of retirement to help support them. I am always trying to help them. I have a phone in my house, I just wanted to make sure they have a phone in the house for emergencies and this is what they do. I just can’t do it any more. I am going to call my mortgage company and tell them we are going to pay them half and then pay them again at the end of the month because I do want to have Christmas for me and my family. And you know Mr. BFF cursed me out. Girl he gave me a very crazy look, I never want him to look at me like that again.
Me: That's messed up. Your mom has been working 2 and 3 jobs for years and now when it is time for her to rest she can't enjoy or retirement with her husband. You know I am going to tell you straight. Mr. Bff had every right to be mad at you. You told him to stop helping his family and you are still helping yours.
BFF: That is exactly what he said.
Me: I am not trying to take up for your sister or anything, and yes, it was foul and yes, I would want to fuck her up, but she did not do it maliciously. She just did not pay attention. She does not know responsibility. You and your mom never let her fail. You always pick up the pieces and take care of it. You all have been doing it for years. It’s like drugs she needs to hit rock bottom. She needs to stand in those lines and get assistance. It makes no since that she is not getting any assistance from dude (ex-husband) and he is living in style. I would make her get help, by not helping her.
BFF: Yeah, she told me that she will give me $100 every two weeks and then the ex-husband came over and said, he did not know they did not have a phone, he would have done something **DEAD** and then gave me $20.00 and said he will give more when he can.
Me: $20 whole dollars. WOW! Did you tell him to go fuck himself, because I would have.
BFF: Yeah, I told my husband, now I only owe 1,143.00

My BFF had two cellphones for her company. She wanted to cancel the other phone because she did need it any more, but she would have to pay a huge cancellation fee, so she waited until the contract was up to cancel it. In the meantime, her sister finally got her own place and she gave them her phone so that the kids would have one in the house while her sister was at work. It was suppose to be used for emergencies. When she told me this, I told her to get her phone, because you do not know what they are doing. I told her this because she told me she caught her sister sending a picture message and she told her that she does not have that in her plan. I told her again. Get your phone because how do you know that is the first time or the last time she is going to do it. I know you want to help them, but it is not your responsibility, better yet, if the bill is high, can she help you pay the bill? Not thinking that the bill was going to be THAT high, I just knew they did not care.

Guess what?

Me: So what are they going to do for a phone now?
BFF: She went and put minutes on her phone.
Me: You see what the fuck I am saying, so NOW she can put minutes on her phone.
BFF: Right. Man I am so blown right now.

This is the friend I told you about in July (I think) that took her sister kids to Disney, because they never been on vacation before and she wanted them to experience a plane ride, and being on vacation.

Weekend

How was your weekend? Marvelous, I hope.

My extended weekend was lovely. You should have seen us ushering out them kids, my daughter asked “why are we were rush them,” “can’t I rest first and then get my stuff.” Smart ass, my husband told her she had five minutes. We got them out like an assembly line. I was so excited!! I had my husband to myself, Wednesday night, Thursday and Friday. Saturday morning I was home by my lonesome (THANK THE LORD) since he had to go back to work and them little leeches were still gone until Sunday (except for Anger Mgmt, she came back Saturday evening to do her homework).

Saturday, I baked an apple pie and finished my damn ethical questions (book) for part of my final. Thank goodness, today is the final for this class. It is open book, but the professor is a lawyer, and homey don’t play that, so I am going over material at lunch and leaving early. I am so happy this semester is almost over, I have to turn in a 10-page paper (which I have not started) for my class on Wednesday, but his final is not over until next Wednesday.

Black Friday was not all that, we got up later and went. Shit, we really wasn’t searching for anything particular, so we went and I got some pj’s for the family, 2 gaming chairs for the boys and a DVD player for my mother. Of course, since we do not celebrate Christmas, everyone got his or her stuff right away. I was upset I did not get my towels and washcloths, but I am sure there will be other sales, I was not about to stand in line for a couple of items, even if they were moving. I expected to see more people and better deals, but nope. I do not know why the news is trying to hype it up, but majority of the people I saw out shopping was trying to get deals for every day life and not so much shopping just because. Normally, I would have been out there buying all types of unnecessary things, but um, no ma’am, I like a roof over my head, with plenty of food, and I like to be warm and able to read and daily baths are a must.

I have one question though. How come I felt like I didn't have any time off when I got up this morning to go to work? You would swear I didn't have any time off. I am beat!