Weekend Update

This weekend was a wonderful weekend.

Friday – Anniversary Dinner

The evening started off a little bad. I took my dress out the bag and it smelled FUNKY. I mean seriously. Thank God I had some dryer clothes, put it in the dryer for 10 minutes and it was all good. The dinner was quite nice. I loved the view, my husband and the food was lovely. I guess it was a matter of one of those things were everyone tells you the restaurant it is really good and you have high expectations and then it’s not all that. Well that is how we felt especially after spending a whole heap of money but it was our anniversary and we knew it was going to be very expensive and we only went $18 over our budget and that was all good. The view was really, nice and romantic, but for real, for real. I could have went to Long Horn and got a comparable steak minus atmosphere. Oh and you know I have this thing with bathrooms. I HAVE to go and check out the bathroom when I go out to restaurants. Well let me tell you, they need to take that crap somewhere because they need to do better. I think they need to consult with the Ritz Carlton because for the type of money we spent they need to come correct with that tired ass bathroom.

Anger Mgmt took her softball pictures Friday and Mr. Stefon went to a church lock in. The kids stay overnight they talk about the Bible and other stuff and then later on the next day they took them to do laser tag. I thought that was nice, they sure aint do stuff like that when I was younger.

Saturday – Movies

Mr. Conservative and I went to see Brooklyn Finest. I like the movie thought it was going to end a little different but it was all good. I cannot wait for it to come on DVD because folks do not know how to go to the movies. Either I am getting old or something is going on. People do not know for some reason that they are NOT supposed to have conversations in the movie. I swear I wanted to turn around and snatch the lady behind me “illegal” bag she bought into the movie theater and fling it! I mean seriously you know your ass is making noise with that damn thing and then the kicking of the chair and shit. Mr. Conservative turned to me and said I am serious I am trying not to say anything…. I thought I did a post on movie etiquette but another coming soon. Oh and it is mad love/sexing scenes in this movie how come I saw so many kids. I mean SERIOUS sex scenes. I felt sad for the parents. Nevertheless, I can tell you the best part of the movie. RICHARD MOFO GERE. Let me tell you there is something about a man who ages like fine red wine. Man its so many things that I would do to him, I mean like read him a book and stuff…..

Anger Mgmt went to see The Crazies or something. She said it was good, but I have no clue.

Sunday – Rest

I worked out to the Wii Active, made some chicken quesadillas, washed and dried clothes (not fold yet) and slept from 1 pm to 6 pm, Sunday dinner got started late, but it was much needed rest. Dang that sleep felt good.

Well I am off the rest of the week from school because it is Spring break but makes no difference, I still have to study to take this exam to get letters behind my name and I have a team project to do.

How was your weekend?

Our Anniversary

Hey ya’ll. I really am trying to do better, but I had two papers due this week and two presentations. I will get it together. I miss my bestest (um, yes I know its not a word) blog friends.

Tuesday was my wedding anniversary!! I told that man he stole my youth and body birthing them babies!! Sike I can’t blame them kids for nothing I got back down to my size I just ate every damn thing after the fact.

I got my freakum dress, got my nails done and hair did and we are going to RuthChris tonight. He do not know about my dress so I can’t wait to surprise him. Its hard to believe sometimes that we have been together for 18 years. That’s a long, long ass time. Check out this conversation on Tuesday………………..

Urban: Why are you looking at me like that? You trying to kill me?
Mr. Conservative: No, why would you something like that.
Urban: The same thing you use to ask me when I watched you sleep.
Mr. Conservative: Its different for me you and your daughter be watching Snapped I don’t know what you two might do.
Urban: Whatever, trust and believe I aint doing time for your ass um kay.
Mr. Conservative: Whatever.
Urban: OH SNAP!! Happy Anniversay.
Mr. Conservative: It’s not our anniversary. It’s tomorrow.
Urban: Are you sure. It’s a damn shame I don’t know for sure but I thought the 2nd and not the 3rd . Hell you know better then me. How many years is it now? I can’t remember because we been together longer and I don’t count the wedding date. So how many years have it been?
Mr. Conservative: (shakes his head) Three years. We bought the house in ’06 and we got married ’07. Damn 3 years.
Urban: Yup you right.

I know, I know we are trifling but who cares that’s my baby. Anywho, I was right though it is the damn 2nd because the 3rd was on a Saturday in 2007. SO he gets one point for knowing the years and I get a point for knowing the right day even if I really didn’t know the day I just wanted to be first to say it and since his ass was staring at me while I was sleep I figured he was looking at me because of the anniversary. Whatever.

Family update coming soon……hopefully. Until then please listen to Jilly from Philly kill this song!!! READ the words as well. Just cause you married don't mean your not independent, but at the same time I got to remember......I need that man of mine.




The Fact Is I Need You

I can pay my own light bill baby
pump my own gas in my own car
I can pay my own shoe collection
I've been blessed thus far
I can kill the spider above my bed
although it's hard because I'm scared
I can even stain and polyurethane (I’m very handy)
But some things just don't change
I need you
Sometimes so hard to say
I need you
Some things remain
I can buy my own groceries baby
Get my hair tight my nails right
I can floss my own bling bling
Write the words to the songs I sing
I can even raise the child we'll make
Make sure he's loved and knows what God gave us
I can teach him how to walk and stand
but I need you to help him be a man
We need you
Some things don't change
I could be congresswoman or a garbage woman
or police officer or a carpenter
I could be a doctor and a lawyer
and a mother and a 'good God what chu
done to me?' kind of lover I can be
I could be a computer analyst
The queen with the nappy hair raising her fist
or I could be much more and a myraid of this
Hot as the summer
Sweet as the first kiss
And even though I can do all these things
I need you
And even though I can do all these things
We need you
(and you need us too!)

PREACH JILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HI!!!!

Um,okay. I know I have been gone got too many stories as usual but do not know how to jump back into this posting thing. Soooooo..... I decided to do one of my favorite posts.

Why don't you ask me a question and I will answer?

FO: Everlasting Bagstopper

Pattern: Everlasting Bagstopper by Amy Singer (free on Ravelry)
Yarn: Lion Brand Cotton Ease
Needles: Size 5 and 10 1/2




If you all can remember, I did a post about Eastern Market many moons ago because it caught on fire and I was heart broken(can't find the post). The city was good about making a little farmers market across the street from the original while it was being reconstructed. Thank goodness the building was built in 1873 or it probably would have had to be built from scratch. The building opened back up in July with a lot of hoopla but I did not want to attend. I didn't think it would be the same or hold the same ambiance.

Well, one of my best girlfriends and I was talking and she was saying how expensive veggies and fruit was (she is thinking of becoming a vegetarian) and I was telling her to go to the market and she was like what market? She has never been to the market. I just could not believe it. I told her she has no excuse, because she grew up in D.C. – well since she was maybe 7 or 8, she is originally from Romania.

Anyway, I decided it was my duty as a friend to take her and I would surprise her with a bag. I saved this pattern in March 2007 or 2008 and can't believe it took me this long to make it. Very easy and quick knit. I made it in November/December. Well, I found the right time, reason and stash yarn to do it.

She LOVES the bag, however she thinks it is too cute to put fruits and veggies in it. I explained to her its sturdy and cotton. I had to beg her to do it and we were actually fighting in the middle of the street so I could take the dang on picture with her using it. I swear. Oh and why is she one of my best friends? She asked me was I practing for my 80's!! Gotta love her. If you can make me laugh we straight.







SEE!! I have been knitting! I have plenty finished and ugh projects just lazy as heck to post. Before I got the last two pictures are the same. They are trees behind my house the first is the natural one without the correction.

Who didn't know

Your ass was the father of that damn child John Edwards.

I seriously don't think it is the public business and I would not have taken a blood test just to prove people right or wrong because its none of their business even if he is a politican. If it was me I would not have responded. You can think whatever. Plead the fifth whatever. However, if you do bite and respond, well your ass better tell the truth or the hounds will be in your trash can (which they were).

I mean seriously. You came out about cheating, you might as well came out and said you was the baby daddy to get it all over and done with at once. Why drag the crap out ESPECIALLY since nobody was buying it!?! And will people stop with the "it is bad that he cheated on his wife because she had Cancer" Um, hate to tell you that whether she had cancer or not it is wrong and just as devastating. Yeah Urb, but its ....... Bullshit.

Why am I talking about John and not Tiger and the rest. Well, because I liked John Edwards and thought he had a lot of promise and it is not so much he cheated and fathered a child.......yes it is. Dumb ass. I will never understand how people cheat and don't cover up. It's one thing to cheat, but to not use protection while doing so is just stupid. You know what I am going to end here before I continue the rant and I got work to do.

Conversation with Urb

Background: Home feeling bored and my mother was depressed about friendship woes **TIMEOUT** you seriously mean to tell me that you can still have friendship problems in your 50’s? ridamndiculous!!** So we decided to go downtown on the mall - museum. 1) it’s free and 2) my mom lives right down the street and she can’t get lost on metro – 2 years she is back and still don’t know how to use (read) Metro.

I thought of a question to ask my mother and said nah, leave it alone it’s crazy and then forgot to ask her.

We meet at the metro station and was about to go in the museum when I remembered and whispered to my mother……………

Urban: Mommy you don’t have your knife or anything on you do you?
Ma Dukes: Yes, Why?

This crazy ass woman (I know she is my mother saying in a lovely way) has a damn knife on her and don’t see a problem!!! Where downtown by Oba.ma and dem house.

Urban: I knew I should have asked you before we left. You know you can’t bring that in there.

She begins to take it out of her bag! So I begin to tackle her ass and make her get OUT of the line. Yes we were that close to getting tackled.

Urban: Mommy! What are you doing? Wait..

So we start walking and I was hoping she would throw it in the trash or something. SHIT! Not my gangsta momma. She took it and hid it in the plants while I pleaded with her that they probably have cameras on the outside of the building and they probably will see her. Yes I was scared as shit but she sure the hell wasn’t. See this is why I don’t do stuff because I will get caught. When we went back in line I just knew they would zap us or something. I go through no problem, but her machine goes off, but of course she looks all sweet and innocent and they let her by. I tell you my mother is a trip. She don’t think she did anything wrong. She is a trip, my mother swears someone is out to get her and has to be ready just in case. I keep asking her what will she do to them because she had to dig in that bag to get the knife and by the time she did all that they would have already hit her ass over the head.

More conversation with Mom and pictures from the museum to come.

Anger Mgmt is SIXTEEN!!!

Yes! My beautiful princess is sixteen. I love her to pieces. She is so smart and so pretty and the best part....she don't know it yet. She is always trying to help someone (unless it is her brother).

Anywho, my baby is sweet sixteen and she love lasagna and manicotti so that is what I am making for her and then we will have cheese cake with strawberries. Also, later in the month she is going to have a spa party with her friends. So, if you ladies have any suggestions let me know!!

I wrote my annual birthday letter and when she saw me she was like please don't give me that letter. Whatever! She is getting my letter. ALL positives and negatives. And she act like she don't like my letters but I saw she posted some of my writings in the inside of her closet. So whatever back to her!!

Well let me get back to cooking she will be home soon from the movies with her friends.

Happy New Years

Hey ya'll! Have a happy and safe new years eve!!

Mommy and Daddy sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G gross

Thanksgiving Day.

My mom came over to spend Turkey Day with us and we were all having a good time except her phone was ringing off the hook. Guess who was calling? Yes. You guessed it my father (vomit). Anger Mgmt asked her why was she laughing so loud and who was she talking too? Your grandfather.

Urban: How is grandma doing?
MaDukes: I don’t know I haven’t seen her yet.
Urban: Wait. Didn’t you call me last week with dad and you were there?
MaDukes: Well, I went over your father house to go up there but we never made it there.
Urban: Huh?
MaDukes: Yeah, then it got too late and then I was going to go again but we didn’t make it.
Urban: Lawd.
MaDukes: What?
Urban: Nothing

Anger Mgmt: Grandma, how many times have you been over granddad house because it sounds like a lot.
MaDukes: Burst out laughing.
Urban: I know AM, I just was letting her keep talking because she will tell you everything. Don’t show your hand. Go on mommy keep talking.

So, I hear my mother whispering on the phone and she is telling my father that she has all her clothes with her (she washed her clothes at my house) and she is laughing and she told him he didn’t have to fold her clothes and all this crap. EWE, EWE, Muthaflucking EWE.

My mothers’ hair was looking kinda crazy so I decided to wrapped and curled it for her and she looked cute. Why did I do that? Could not tell her nuthin!!

She was back on the phone with my father and all of a sudden she started talking about how she needed to go home and all this crap and I am like WHAT. You are suppose to stay the night. Mr. Conservative told her no way, but then gave in and told her he would take her over there. DISGUSTING!!

Urb why are you so angry. You said your mother has been looking for someone to fulfill the void your stepdad left and hey it’s your dad. Let me tell you what I told my mother before she left.

Mommy, why are you laughing like this is the best thing in the world. I understand you are grown and all but this man has not changed. You told me earlier that when he saw you he said he was not gonna let you go again (throw-up) and you laughed it off and he said he would kill you first. THEN after I did your hair, and Mr. Conservative said you looked nice he said why is he looking at you, tell him to keep his eyes on me. Now he knows Mr. Conservative and I do not think he is joking. You think because he is old he can not do anything. I do not like it at all he is still talking violent and you just laugh it up like it is the coolest thing.

She responded by telling me she can handle herself and that he is too old to do hurt any damn body and that she is trying to help him get his life together he asked her too.

WTF, can a sane person beat her over the head and tell her to get her damn ducks in a row, but I digress. I told her he has been doing just fine all these years.

Whatever, just nasty on so many levels.

My father called me.

I never listen to my answering machine. My house phone is around because it is older than Mr. Stefon, so I keep it for sentimental reasons.

If you want me you should call my cell phone most people knows this. However, some that know are just plain crazy. Meaning, my uncle and sister who continue calling my home number and wonder why I do not return their call. IDIOTS call my cell.

One morning I was dressed early so I decided to check my answering service and the very last phone call was from my father. Yup, you heard me, my father.

So, I waited until I got off work to call him, because I didn’t want to call him from my cell phone number. He has my cell phone number but do not remember it and I want to keep it that way. He will keep me on the phone for hours and do not understand it when you tell him I’m at work.

Anywho, during the conversation my father told me my grandmother was in a nursing home. I told him I wanted information on where she was so I could visit her. Although, I really do not have “feelings” for him, I do have “feelings” for her.

Earlier in the day when I spoke to my mother, I told her my father called and she told me she wanted his phone number. If you all remember, I told you before they both always ask for each other’s number and I always cock block. Which was easy to do in the past because my mother was in Georgia and my father was here in the city.

While I was talking to my dad I told him my mother wanted his phone number and was it okay for me to give it her and he said sure. Later, when I spoke to my mother, I told her about my grandmother and she told me she wanted to see my grandmother. I gave her my fathers number.

A couple days later I am at home chilling watching t.v. and my mother calls me and is laughing like she is 16.

Ma Dukes: Someone wants to speak to you.
Urban: No!!!!! (my mother has a habit of putting people on the damn phone)
Father: Hey
Urban: Hello?
Father: Hey babygirl.
Urban: Oh, hi.
Father: Yeah, I am here with your mother. Do you have a problem with that?
Urban: WHAT?
Father: Yeah you don’t have a problem with us hanging out do you.
Urban: (throw up a little bit in my mouth) I am busy, tell my mother to call me back later. Bye.

WHAT THE FUCK!!! Dude leave me a lone.

My sister ain't staying here!!

My sister is a trip. We kept in touch kinda after she left. She would send me pictures of her and the family – like 20 at one time –WTF, send it in an email and not a text but whatever. Nevertheless, I did not say anything I have free text message and she was being cordial and I was trying to forget the shady stuff she pulled yet again with my mother keeping the girls this summer. I am not even going to talk about it or this story will be VERY long, which this one will be kinda.

Thanksgiving my sister called and we talked for a minute and had a good time on the phone talking about past Turkey days, like my mother ex-boyfriend putting greens in the dishwasher. Man those were the greenest greens I ever saw. He tried to convince us that that is how they do it in the south. Yes, folks he was born and bred in the south, but he could not cook. How did those greens taste? I have no clue, it was no way in hell we were eating them damn things.

Anywho, after she got off the phone with me, she spoke to Mr. Stefon and I heard Mr. Stefon say –

Mr. Stefon: Where you staying?
Mr. Stefon: Over grandma house?
Mr. Stefon: No, you must be staying over grandma house because you aint staying over here.
Mr. Stefon: No I don’t. Love you to Aunt …..

My mother the family instigator gets on the phone and she is dying laughing. I mean crying. She then says, he said what? My sister told my mother that Mr. Stefon got a smart mouth. She told him that she might come up for Xmas and he told her that she could not stay at our house. She asked him did he pay any bills in the house. She said he was too grown.

Of course, I told him he should not have said that and commenced to laughing, because the shit is funny.

A week later, my mother calls –

Mommy: Hey sweetie.
Urban: Hey mommy, what you doing (YES I still call her that and will always),
Mommy: Nothing. You speak to your sister.
Urban: No. (a here we go moment).
Mommy: Oh, did you know she is coming up here for Christmas.
Urban: Nope. I don’t know where she is staying she hasn’t spoken to me.
Mommy: I think she wants to stay at your house and she told me that she would be here for 3 weeks.
Urban: WTF. Not my house, especially for three weeks. Mommy tell your daughter the next time you speak to her that she cannot stay at my house.
Mommy: (laughing) Well she is not staying at my house, because I told her she can not sleep on my sofas and she said she is not sleeping on the floor and she was very comfortable at your house and she wants to spend time with her nephew.
Urban: Mommy don’t play with me. Seriously tell your brat to call me or tell her no. I would hate for her to travel real far and not have a place for her to stay.

This hussy did not offer to pay for NOTHING why her party of 10 was here. Granted I wasn’t expecting it either I had enough food (thanks Costco) for all their asses, but still her ass could have offered she didn’t. AND the worse part her ass would not lift a finger to do anything. She was suppose to help and she was like I don’t do anything before I put my makeup on – GTFOH. Makeup do not make you fry chicken better. I swear she makes me want to FUCK HER UP! Yes I said it.

Moving on. Guess who calls me yesterday? Yup my mother – sure was not that sister of mine.

Mommy: Hey baby girl, haven’t spoken to you (yes she has, so I know something up). How the kids and my son in law?
Urban: They are doing fine. You speak to that brother of mine?
Mommy: No, I think he is ignoring my calls (smart man), I would like to see my grandkids even if its for five minutes. (Manipulator).
Urban: Well he might have his reasons for not calling he might be busy.
Mommy: Maybe you can call him for me and then……
Urban: Okay I will when I hang up(translated HELL NO, that’s between ya'll).
Mommy: Your sister called me and said she may not come now because someone broke in her truck and…….
Urban: Mommy, you are a very bad parent.
Mommy: laughing – why would you say that.
Urban: BECAUSE you would let your daughter come all the way up here and she would not have a place to stay. You should have told her to either call me OR tell her.
Mommy: dying laughing – Well, its not my responsibility. She is not coming.
Urban: Okay, responsibility, when all 10 of them is in your 1 bedroom apt you will understand because I am not playing with ya’ll.
Mommy: I won’t be home.
Urban: Nor will I. The Inn will be closed.

They get on my nerves. Like I told my mother the hussy and her clan ain’t staying at my house. Why Urban? What is the real issue? Why don’t you call her? It’s the principality of the whole damn thing. I ain’t calling her ass because as far as I am concerned, I don’t know shit about it since she was not woman enough to call me. Therefore, I ain’t doing SHIZZNIT!! I would never think I can just stay over someone house. I would ask you first. How in the hell do you just go over someone house. Futhermore, when did schools start letting out for three weeks? That sounds fishy, she may never try to leave.

Next up. Old school - New school creeping. I just threw up a little bit typing that.

Relationship woes - Have you seen Urban?

Finding Urban. Have you seen her?

Well I have, but if I wrote this post a couple months ago……not so much.

See when you’re the strong one, mommy, “best daughter”, super wife, and all around chica. You can get lost.

Well I did just that.

My relationship with my husband is tight, however, there were times around the summer when I could not find myself. My husband and the kids were working my left nerve. EVERYONE got on my damn nerves – yup if you could breathe, pretty much, yeah you got on my nerves.

Normally, I brush the shit off and keep it moving, but for some reason this shit was bothering me.

I have always communicated because I know that it is key, it is not a saying. It is true and I NORMALLY live by it but I got to the point where I did not want to hear what folks were saying and I did not want to talk about it.

One thing we both have always had is laughter. We joke all the time and we have this saying, when I do not feel like he is doing what needs to be done, I will ask him “where the hell is my pedestal?” – no I am not crazy or think I am a queen. It is just a saying to know - hey dude pay attention to me, he has a saying to when he wants me to listen, but I will leave that one out.

We never really had to make room for each other. Our parents always got the kids for weekends or my mom for the summers in VA or GA. We had 9-5 jobs for most of our coupledom and off on the weekends. It was easy to count on him being there. When I went to school for undergrad he would be there in the evening and took care of the kids. Allowed me to study until 2 in the morning and make the kids leave me alone and did not complain. When I was clubbing HARD, he was there to make sure they were well fed and homework completed. When I was a workaholic, yup, he was there doing his thang. So much so, as I told ya’ll before Mr. Stefon teacher did not know who I was and at my oldest son 8th grade graduation he gave Mr. Conservative a rose for being the one who supported him the most during the school year (still a little peeved about that one can you tell!), but it was the truth. I cannot lie, he was/is father of the year.

Sometimes, I do not know how I or he did it because I was determined to have my cake and ice cream. Meaning I wanted to be on the Dean’s List (accomplished – mama ain’t no idiot), plus I wanted to party like it was 1999 and come home and be Mrs. Cleaver and a video vixen (FOR MY HUSBAND ONLY). And I did. We made it work.

We always made time for each other. I had a schedule – work, school, study, party, take care home and repeat again.

Fastforward to the summer time and it all became somewhat of a stand still. My husband was working hard and he got a promotion. However, with working hard his schedule changed no more working early in the a.m. and home by 2. He was working all kinds of crazy hours. The kids began to complain because they missed having their dad at home and then on a couple of occasion going to sleep with both parents not home because I would be at school and he would be at work. Well, it affected Mr. Stefon the most because his bedtime is 8 – no if and’s, but’s about it.

Then it got to the point were we were not going out on our dates and spending that much needed time together. I mean damn we been together all this time and NOW it becomes a problem. I did not want to be that girl that said – how come we don’t spend enough time together –when I knew he was at work.

Of course, I do what I normally do shut down. Plus, at this time I was having issues with the world. I think my mantra was Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit (thanks Method for the verse).

My husband is a good husband asking me what’s wrong? How can he fix it? He really was/is a trooper and what did I do? Make his life a living hell.

This is why when I did write I said I was writing in my journal. I knew something was wrong with me but what. Who knows? I go through these bouts were everyone and their momma gets on my last damn nerve.

So I picked up my journal which I have not written in, but I believe I told ya’ll I found it a couple months ago. Talk about that later too. But any who, I have not written in this thing since I believe 2000 but it was calling me.

See one good trait I have, (which I have many by the way, back to the blog) Is that sooner or later, I will take a look at myself and analyze my actions. I realized that I was doing two things. One I was being selfish. Here is the one time he was being selfish enough to work on his career and I was throwing a fit because I was not getting his attention. He never complained about me working long hours or anything. If he did I didn’t hear him or don’t remember. Now the clubbing he complained about a little, but even then it was I don’t want you to go but if you want to, go ahead. You know I ran with that and laced up my nike boots and was out the door. I mean seriously, I was clubbing hard, like going to work and school full-time, and clubbing maybe 3 times a week. But I came home, and tried to make up for it by taking the kids out on the weekend and buying their love basically. I was young then. Not an excuse, but a fact. I wasn’t always clubbing but for about two years, yeah, problem.

Second problem, somewhere in the last year I lost me. I got dependent on him always being there. I go out with my friends and everything, but our time together was important; and when he was off he was tired and wanted to sleep and I would poke my lips out like I was two and had tantrums until he would say – okay lets go where you want to go, but I can’t stay out too late because I have to be to work at 5 am, which meant he leaves the house around 4:30. Now a rational person would say okay, or maybe we should stay in and make do. But a crazy woman, which would be me, would say just forget it I don’t want to go any more with all those stipulations. Yeah, I know, I know. I was being an ass. But that is what I was being - a major jackass. Now if the man would have lost his job for not working I would have lost my damn mind, but heck I was not thinking about that, well yeah I was. I was not saying do not work, I was saying make time. Again, back to problem number one being selfish.

Anywho, life is much better in our household. Once I stopped acting like an ass and taking a good, hard, long look at myself and my actions. But, in my defense like I told him, you spoiled me and made me this way and its hard being on a pedestal and then dropped kicked off. I was use to our time, and like I tell anyone, I like coming home to my husband and kids. I actually still like them. I laugh and joke and call them names, but would not trade them in. Furthermore, I had to tell him although we have each other we need to keep each other interested. I do not want one of those random relationships were people are just there and no passion or intimacy, bump all that. You need to continue acting like you met me yesterday, do not take it for granted that I am here. You need to still do them moves you use to do ya dig, and I will still do them things that got you in the first place. Just saying.

Marriage, family, relationships are not easy, but they are what you make them.

R U Ready 4 Some Football

It is snowing in D.C. and I love it!! I am rounding up the troops and were about to go play football in the snow! Its been years since we did this because the snow haven't been that great. Okay gotta go find many pants and tops to put on......

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

He was lying. He did not get no damn dog. He just wanted to work my dang on nerves. I swear I will have hypertension because of school, work, and his crazy behind.

However, he is not slick. I told ya'll before he has been joking about bringing a damn dog home. I think he is trying to prepare me, but he better not. A dog can not replace a child. He wants a baby, but don't want a baby and his replacement is a animal.

My husband better be lying!!

I just got a phone call.

Urban: Hey, they told me you called me.
Mr. Conservative: Where you at? You left work?
Urban: No, I was away from my desk. What's up?
Mr. Conservative: I did something.
Urban: Oh lord, what?
Mr. Conservative: You promise not to be mad.
Urban: Hell no Mr. Stefon. Stop playing I am trying to leave work.
Mr. Conservative: I got a puppy.
Urban: Bullshit!
Mr. Conservative: Serious beans.
Urban: Man whatever. Stop playing. I do not have time for jokes, I am 5 minutes pass my time to roll. Bye.


Lord, I hope his ass is lying. For real. Please let this man I love be lying before I have to harm him on a Friday. I have carpet throughout my damn house and the plan was to wait for hardwood and a puppy can't stay outside tonight because it will snow.........or can it?

I swear fo GAWD!!!

Vote for what you want to hear about first!

Hey ya'll. I miss you gals. I have been trying to figure out what story should I tell you all about first. Let’s see:

- My relationship roller coaster/woes. (past tense because it is back on crackalackin)
-House issues – Do you really need hot water to wash your arse or maybe not.
- People from the past.
- Conversations with Urb
- Old romance, now new romance – let me just say ewe – about to throw up.
- Haters – friend or a friend edition
- Haters – blog hate – not me, but I think I might have a passive/aggressive hater. I have been thinking about blogging about this, but um, I really do not care. I might just put it out there. Am I feeling froggy????????
- Customer service is a mofo.
- My sister what and going to stay where?
- Classmate drank who shizznit? (old, but brought it up once, but never discussed as usual)
- Apple Martini, and a shoe sitting outside – never again (old, again said I would discuss but didn’t)
- Reflections

Put your vote in, either way, I am pretty sure I will cover all these and then some.

My life, my life, my life in the sunshine. If you look at my life and see what I see....

Off to happy hour with my school peeps!!

I'm Alive!!

Yes ma'am another semester down and three more to go!! I got plenty of stories coming soon.

I am so happy to be DONE.......well until January.

Hope everyone is well. What have you all been up to?

Urban

Bored

Mr. Stefon school called. So I put on my Superwoman cape scooped him up and used my special powers to get an appt with his doctor. Now my only problem is getting him seen in the next couple hours. Lawd. I did not bring any knitting or a book to read. I am in impatient hell with sick people. I try and avoid dr offices and hospitals like the plague this time of year because you might walk in with nothing but might leave out with something. Well at least I can smile at the cute babies.........until I hear them crying from the back.

A job is a job is a jobbie job.

I have been on vacation since October30th 2009. Today is my first day back to work. Why do it seem like I never left? Could it be the numerous phone calls while I was away? Let’s see.

Monday I didn’t receive any phone calls. It was awesome and Mr. Conservative and I hung out. MUCH NEEDED. Tell you about that later.

Tuesday, Mr. Conservative and I go shopping and are having lunch when my cellphone starts ringing. He tells me not to answer it but I could not help it because it is Shorty by Nature (the man who pays me) and I do need my damn job. Now, I know when your on vacation the phone may ring. BUT NOT FOR STUPID STUFF and what he wanted was stupid and could wait.

Wednesday, Shorty by Nature get someone else to call me and then she asked me would I be by my email. Um, NO not checking. So Shorty by Nature proceeds to blow up my phone even, WHILE I am in class. Remember I get out at 8:30. Um, yeah. Call the office back and I told him I would come to the office either late at night or early (before he gets to work) in the morning and do a favor for him. He said oh if you come later, I can come in with you – NOPE. I ain’t dumb you will give me more crapola to do.

Thursday at 5:30AM go to work and find not one that I am stupid because he STILL left me five different things to do which was NOT the one thing he requested and I was doing a favor for. Can you say WTF.

Friday, Monday, no call and if I got one was not going to answer.

Tuesday, another phone call. I did not answer nor did I call them back I figured it could wait until TODAY and it could. However, I did work. I had to do the payroll and you know I was NOT gonna skip that a sista gotta get paid ya dig!

So, I count three vacation, 1 holiday, 4 weekend days and 4 work days.

Again, I am thankful for my job, but I wonder if I can make a rule like the one we give our kids. You know the rule. Don’t come crying to me unless your bleeding or you broke something. I was two seconds from telling their ass that……….but then I remember my mortgage, how I like to eat three times a day and taking a shower is really nice.

Martin and Gina

OMG I know its early but the wedding planning episode with Tracy Morgan and the other comedian competing against each other is too damn funny. When Hustle man bought out the chitterling loaf I thought I would die. Martin asked that fool did he sprinkle some basil on it like he liked it AND then had a nerve to try and charge them $19,000 for fake flowers, chitterling loaf and a harmonica.

My kids says that my husband and I remind them of Gina and Martin. I can watch Martin episodes all damn long........except the ones at the end when their ass could not be in the studio together.

Martiiiinnnn, Martiiiiinn!!