Saturday, May 15, 2010
Happy Birthday to Me
I am having a wonder 36 birthday weekend. I am at the Maryland Wine Festival living it up. Watching folk fall the slam out. Hi Maggie. To all my lurkers come on out and say Happy Bday!! Thanks again for all the congratulations. Another year yalll. Okay gotta go Mr. Conservative is complaining about me texting.
Friday, May 14, 2010
I GOT IT
I got the job! I got the job!! Happy dance now!!
I have a lot to post about this one but it will have to be later.
I got the job!!! Pre-bday gift since my birthday is tomorrow. I might even be nice and buy my daddy something since his bday is today...um, maybe not. Okay, good karma..
Doing the Cabbage Patch!! Happy Feet and the Wop!! WHAT!!
Thanks for the prayers and good luck fam.
I have a lot to post about this one but it will have to be later.
I got the job!!! Pre-bday gift since my birthday is tomorrow. I might even be nice and buy my daddy something since his bday is today...um, maybe not. Okay, good karma..
Doing the Cabbage Patch!! Happy Feet and the Wop!! WHAT!!
Thanks for the prayers and good luck fam.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Second Interview
Wish me luck. I have a second interview with this company today. I really like the company and the challenges. I will let you know how everthing goes.
Urban
Urban
Friday, May 07, 2010
Family Mediator: That dress is too short!
When did I sign up to be the mediator in the family(and friends)? Tired.
I explained in a previous post that the kids use me to be the mediator with their dad. Again, I know why. He is a major lecturer, no one has time for that, and he yells at the little stuff. Me on the other hand will listen first and then lay the smack down. I can see issues from both sides but my hubby, um not so much. His ass is like GUILTY before you even start talking. Anywho, I am the mediator with him and the kids too.
Background: Anger Mgmt spilled gel all in her purse. We turn back around so she can change her bag. We get back to the house and instead of pulling all the way into the garage where it is dark; we let her walk in the house. Why lawd? Girlfriend had a shirt on. That sucker was not a dress.
Mr. Conservative: MAN, WTF, that shit is too short.
Mr. Stefon: Yes, it is daddy. You sure she going to school with that thang on? (Instigator).
Mr. Conservative: Did you see that? You see her dress.
Urban: (my head was down, but I lifted it up just in time to see nothing but legs) I just saw it my head was down. Tell her to change.
Mr. Conservative: Man that dress is so short.
Urban: Okay, why are you telling me. Tell her to change her shirt.
Mr. Conservative: No because the last time I said something you were in agreement with what she had on.
Urban: What? Are you crazy? That was one time, the outfit was not too short, AND that does not mean she gets to wear any ole thing. You have been saying something. Just call and tell her to change or something.
Mr. Conservative: I am not calling her.
Urban: (pissed) This is so stupid! Why am I the mediator in this family? Everyone has a problem they come to me. This is just ridiculous. Mr. Stefon goes in the house and tells your sister to either put jeans/tights on under that dress OR change all together. RIDAMNDICULOUS. That was so easy.
Mr. Stefon: Ma, you mean shirt because that is not a dress.
Urban: Do what I asked you and stop trying to get people in trouble!
JE.SUS CHRI.ST Work aint hard. Dang. I swear sometimes.
I also had a talk with her this week in reference to the skimpy crap. I told her I needed to talk with her and she of course did not want to but I told her…
Urban: I understand you are this fashionista, you are keeping up with the styles, and boys are probably starting to notice you but trust you do not have to show everything. I notice your hemline is getting smaller and smaller. Let’s keep it classy.
Anger Mgmt: I was not doing it for any boys. (She still wants me to believe no one has taken notice of her – yeah okay)
Urban: Beside the point. Did you hear me and do you understand?
Anger Mgmt: Yes ma’am.
Urban: Cool.
My husband thinks he is slick. He just don't want to be seen as the bad guy (which he already is) with her because that is his hanging partner. Since she was a dang on baby he has been saying what she can and can not wear. Its a running joke with my friends and family. When we use to go shopping and we picked out something they would be like - you know Mr. Conservative and College boy will not let her wear that. Because her oldest brother is the same way. But whatever she came out the house with different clothes on and she didn't say anything (better not have). Now she could be like her aunt and have the same clothes in her bag to change back into at school........
I explained in a previous post that the kids use me to be the mediator with their dad. Again, I know why. He is a major lecturer, no one has time for that, and he yells at the little stuff. Me on the other hand will listen first and then lay the smack down. I can see issues from both sides but my hubby, um not so much. His ass is like GUILTY before you even start talking. Anywho, I am the mediator with him and the kids too.
Background: Anger Mgmt spilled gel all in her purse. We turn back around so she can change her bag. We get back to the house and instead of pulling all the way into the garage where it is dark; we let her walk in the house. Why lawd? Girlfriend had a shirt on. That sucker was not a dress.
Mr. Conservative: MAN, WTF, that shit is too short.
Mr. Stefon: Yes, it is daddy. You sure she going to school with that thang on? (Instigator).
Mr. Conservative: Did you see that? You see her dress.
Urban: (my head was down, but I lifted it up just in time to see nothing but legs) I just saw it my head was down. Tell her to change.
Mr. Conservative: Man that dress is so short.
Urban: Okay, why are you telling me. Tell her to change her shirt.
Mr. Conservative: No because the last time I said something you were in agreement with what she had on.
Urban: What? Are you crazy? That was one time, the outfit was not too short, AND that does not mean she gets to wear any ole thing. You have been saying something. Just call and tell her to change or something.
Mr. Conservative: I am not calling her.
Urban: (pissed) This is so stupid! Why am I the mediator in this family? Everyone has a problem they come to me. This is just ridiculous. Mr. Stefon goes in the house and tells your sister to either put jeans/tights on under that dress OR change all together. RIDAMNDICULOUS. That was so easy.
Mr. Stefon: Ma, you mean shirt because that is not a dress.
Urban: Do what I asked you and stop trying to get people in trouble!
JE.SUS CHRI.ST Work aint hard. Dang. I swear sometimes.
I also had a talk with her this week in reference to the skimpy crap. I told her I needed to talk with her and she of course did not want to but I told her…
Urban: I understand you are this fashionista, you are keeping up with the styles, and boys are probably starting to notice you but trust you do not have to show everything. I notice your hemline is getting smaller and smaller. Let’s keep it classy.
Anger Mgmt: I was not doing it for any boys. (She still wants me to believe no one has taken notice of her – yeah okay)
Urban: Beside the point. Did you hear me and do you understand?
Anger Mgmt: Yes ma’am.
Urban: Cool.
My husband thinks he is slick. He just don't want to be seen as the bad guy (which he already is) with her because that is his hanging partner. Since she was a dang on baby he has been saying what she can and can not wear. Its a running joke with my friends and family. When we use to go shopping and we picked out something they would be like - you know Mr. Conservative and College boy will not let her wear that. Because her oldest brother is the same way. But whatever she came out the house with different clothes on and she didn't say anything (better not have). Now she could be like her aunt and have the same clothes in her bag to change back into at school........
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
They Got Dealt With
My daughter softball team kicked booty yesterday!!
I was so proud of the ladies because the other team called them out. Evidently, if your the number one team, you can go downtown and request to play a team.
They thought we would be caught slipping. Our team has been champions the past couple of years and majority of the seniors graduated.
WELL, they got dealt with!! We opened up a can of whip ass and gave them their first lost of the season. It was such a good game. The bats where popping and the ladies were catching balls, and hustling after every ball, which I was happy to see because sometimes, just sometims... Yeah. Anyway,freaking awesome.
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who....!!!
GO LADY TI.GE.RS!!
Today, I took off work to go and see Mr. Stefon play Rugby. I have been working, school and everything and have missed out. So I need to get back on track.....Sunday is Mother's Day. I need to get back in the running for Mother of the Year some how. Don't judge me...
I was so proud of the ladies because the other team called them out. Evidently, if your the number one team, you can go downtown and request to play a team.
They thought we would be caught slipping. Our team has been champions the past couple of years and majority of the seniors graduated.
WELL, they got dealt with!! We opened up a can of whip ass and gave them their first lost of the season. It was such a good game. The bats where popping and the ladies were catching balls, and hustling after every ball, which I was happy to see because sometimes, just sometims... Yeah. Anyway,freaking awesome.
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who....!!!
GO LADY TI.GE.RS!!
Today, I took off work to go and see Mr. Stefon play Rugby. I have been working, school and everything and have missed out. So I need to get back on track.....Sunday is Mother's Day. I need to get back in the running for Mother of the Year some how. Don't judge me...
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
I Need Your Help
Okay. I don't know what I did many moons ago with the settings on blogger, or if it is just me, but I can't respond to some folks email.
People will leave a comment and when I hit reply it says no reply. Sometimes, I can still reply because I have old emails from when I was able to reply via blogger.
Do anyone no what my low/no tech self is trying to say and if so do you know of a solution? I feel bad not replying sometimes, but I can't. Boohoo me.
Puhlease help with any suggestions.
Urban
People will leave a comment and when I hit reply it says no reply. Sometimes, I can still reply because I have old emails from when I was able to reply via blogger.
Do anyone no what my low/no tech self is trying to say and if so do you know of a solution? I feel bad not replying sometimes, but I can't. Boohoo me.
Puhlease help with any suggestions.
Urban
Mr. Stefon: Lucky as h.ell Part 2
Saturday, the family decided to go to I.Hop for breakfast. We had a great time. When we got back I chilled on the sofa because I had the itis which is unusual for me because I am not a big breakfast eater.
Mr. Conservative goes upstairs and starts yelling. Boy I told you to stop leaving this crap laying around I just stepped on it.
Mr. Stefon comes flying down the stairs with a BIG ASS GRIN on his face holding the I.po.d To.uch. Cheesing like a mofo. I mean this boy is super excited. He then said, mommy you know what let me go see something. Goes back upstairs and low and behold he has the dang phone too. I swear.
I am so happy and relieved he found it because I was so touched by his little crying face that I was trying to find a reason to buy him a new one without rewarding him somehow. Didn't figure that one out and thank goodness I won't have to.
My girlfriend wish I would have told Mr. Conservative so we could have kept it a little longer to teach him a lesson. I told her if he didn't learn from this scare he never will. Plus, he is still a kid he will lose plenty more.
Mr. Conservative goes upstairs and starts yelling. Boy I told you to stop leaving this crap laying around I just stepped on it.
Mr. Stefon comes flying down the stairs with a BIG ASS GRIN on his face holding the I.po.d To.uch. Cheesing like a mofo. I mean this boy is super excited. He then said, mommy you know what let me go see something. Goes back upstairs and low and behold he has the dang phone too. I swear.
I am so happy and relieved he found it because I was so touched by his little crying face that I was trying to find a reason to buy him a new one without rewarding him somehow. Didn't figure that one out and thank goodness I won't have to.
My girlfriend wish I would have told Mr. Conservative so we could have kept it a little longer to teach him a lesson. I told her if he didn't learn from this scare he never will. Plus, he is still a kid he will lose plenty more.
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