Why Why Why?

I have a date with a very nice guy tonight...

Why is it that all I want to do is lay on my bed, think about my ex, cry and listen to After the Love is Gone - by Brian McNight?

p.s. This is a fan made video, but I like it.

Have a good weekend y'all,

Peace

I Bust my Ass Again!

Some of you might know that for the past 5 months I have been living at my mothers’ house. So now that I’m back under her roof there are certain rules of hers that I have to respect. The main one that I seem to be having a problem understanding/dealing/respecting is the fact that she’s trying to adopt this annoying ass stray cat. Now I love animals, but this one has clawed my last nerve. Every time I go to step out of my car he’s there, tripping me up. I can’t even get into my house without him running past me. He cries constantly, and if he thinks that I am going to try and put him out of the house via nudging/kicking him with my foot then he does this stop drop and roll thing, which pretty much prevents me from shooing him away without touching him with my hands. Nic is not about picking up stray dirty cats (remember I’m a germaphobe). And the fucked up thing is that you just know that he was put out of his real/first home in the first place for being annoying as fuck.

So last night I’m on the phone with *******, and I look out the back door to see that this cat-dog (cause he’s big as shit) was lying on the hood of my car. Nic is also not about having scratch marks on the paint baby!
So anyway, I tell ****** that I’m 'bout to get that cat off of my car, by hitting the alarm button on my key chain. So as I’m saying this the cat is rolling around on my car. He’s half ass sliding off, then scrambling and using every sharp little nail he has to save himself from falling off the hood.
So I hit the button, and only let the horn blast once, because 1.) ….I didn’t realize that the horn alarm was that loud (I didn’t want to kill the things eardrums), and 2.) I see how startled he is. What I did was unnecessary and mean, but I was still cracking the hell up. So I’m laughing on the phone telling ******* what happened, and leaning on the back screen door, when I almost fall outside. I get my balance and laugh to my friend “Shit…let me stop laughing cause I almost fell out the back door!” I turn around to walk up two little steps, just as my friend was saying something to me about karma.

Well my foot went for the step, but my slipper didn’t, and instead got snagged on the lower of the two steps. I took the second worst trip/fall/“L” in my life. I swear, I think I flew for a second, because that’s the position I was in when I finally hit the ground. Arms fully extended. Phone and car keys lost under the refrigerator. All I could was laugh. I found my phone and keys and just lay there on the floor, and laughed for a good 5-6 minutes. My friend on the phone was laughing too. I tried to get up and gather myself, but I was still laughing too hard. My stomach was hurting so badly, and him laughing on the other end of the phone was not helping. It’s like the more I laughed, the more he laughed, and then the more he laughed the more I laughed. I get the giggles sometimes, and I’m the first person to laugh at myself usually so you know I was dying. We laughed for the rest of the night.

Message…..It doesn’t pay to be a bitch! But sometimes, it’s funny as hell

Random

Even this bitch is married!?!!!?!??!?!?!?




Peace, be still.

Tagged Bitchessssssssssss

Kiki plays too much!!!!!!!!!! She tagged me a couple of weeks ago, and my lazy ass is just getting around to doing it. Don’t judge me!

Here be the rules.

A). Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog...

B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself...

C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs...

D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.


1. I hate the winter time. I can’t stand to be cold and the sound of snow under my feet grates my nerves.

2. I drive fast. Most would say like a dude without the navigational problems.

3. I truly believe that Scorpios are the best Zodiac sign. Sexy, smart, confident, sneaky when we need to be, loyal, and passionate about everything we do. What could be better?

4. I would rather be dead then to be paralyzed. Para or quadriplegic, it doesn’t matter. The thought of being that helpless and dependant freaks me out. (I do apologize if I offended anyone with this comment. It’s just the way I feel.)

5. I love Johnny Depp. And I mean really love him. I think he is the weirdest, sexiest, most humble actor out there, and I wish him and his family (fiancé included) nothing but the best. Whatever makes him happy makes me happy. Yes it’s that damn serious! Don’t judge me!

6. I’m a sucka for movies. I cry over silly movies, like Major Payne… Really, any movie which features a group of people overcoming something. And if I’m watching a movie and one of the characters embarrass themselves, I can’t help but to look away, and/or cover my eyes.

7. I’m a hater. I can’t stand forgetful people, and people who think that they can’t do anything for themselves. If a bitch is 25 years old, and she can’t even wash and blow-dry her own hair……….I’m judging her. I also hate people who think that they always know the same people that I know. Example: I could be talking an associate, whom I know has never held down a real job in their life and on top of that they might have some criminal tendencies, but they will swear up and down that they know the same 50 year old John from corporate @ my office. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhano!

I’m tagging Ms. Behaving, Ray Ray, Sheletha, Thea, Keelah, Khoney330, & Tanyetta.

The funniest phone call I’ve ever received!

So yesterday was my birthday. I went to work feeling a little nauseous because I’d eaten some nasty cheese burger from Burger King the night before, but other then that my day was regular. After work I hurried to the other end of town to get my Driver’s license renewed. The DMV center wasn’t busy at all, and the employees were all very nice, so that was a plus, because I was not in the mood for any negativity yesterday. When that was all over I went home to get dressed. A male friend of mine called dibbs on my birthday night months ago, so we were headed out to the Cheesecake Factory at around 7:30pm.

I’m in my room, toweling off from my shower when I see my phone flashing that little red light that means I missed a call. It was a number that I didn’t recognize, and I’d only missed the call by 2 minutes so I called it back. I let it ring 4 times and then I hung up. A few seconds later it rang. Same number, so I answered it.

Some male voice that I didn’t recognize was saying “Happy birthday Miss Nic!” He sounded like some distant geeky religious uncle or something. I asked who it was but they would only repeat the same thing, and that was “Happy Birthday Miss Nic!!!!!” I couldn’t place the voice, but I knew it was someone messing with me. So I asked again “Who am I speaking to?”
That’s when the caller broke out laughing.

You will never guess who it was………………………………………….. My ex-best friends’ babies’ daddy.

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. Oh he went on and on talking about how our birthdays are right next to each other. That his brother still wanted to talk to me. That he and his girl were going to the Cheesecake Factory the next night. And isn’t it crazy that were both going there for our birthdays…………….must be because we’re Scorpios, blah blah blah. The whole time I’m thinking that “This Nigga is crazy!” I knew that the only way he would be able to get my number was through my ex-BFF. She always said that he was crazy, but I didn’t think it would manifest itself this way. Why would he think that we were buddies? Idonknow?!?!?!?! I guess, since we’ve never really had a falling out he’s assumed that we’re cool.

All I could do was laugh, shake my head and say “Thank you.”

I can’t believe that with everything he put my once BFF through, he thought he and I were cool enough to call my phone. I would have said something along the lines of “Aaaaaahrahhhummmmm……….yeah, don’t call back please, you’re weirding me out.” All that would have done is cause more drama in their lives. And while I’m sure that that is something that they both enjoy very much, I don’t want to have any parts in it. I just really couldn’t believe that he called MY PHONE.

She’s got a winner, LOL!!!!!! I wish them both the best, for the sake of my godson, whom by the way is doing great.



Love y'all,
Nic

Shoulda titled that last post…."When The Shit Hits the Fan!!!!!"

Annnnnnnnywaaaayyy………………

So y’all know that boy was headed for a major meltdown right?
I went back over there a few times that week. Let me tell you what happened. On the 20th I went over to my friends’ house to chill. Grandma came over at around 4:30pm with “D”. He immediately started to act up. Nothing major at first, just that running in and out the house 50 times per minute. That’s just how little boys do sometimes. Well grandma wasn’t having it this day. I hear her yelling to him to get in the house and do his homework while I’m lounging upstairs. G’ma is super pissed because he got another bad report in school again (behavioral stuff). So I walk down the steps to (be nosey) get something, and as I do I hear her tell “D” again to get his bookbag, and come in the house to start his homework. Well “D” didn’t like that at all, because he came in the house slammed the door behind him and threw (an overhand throw by the way) his book bag at his grandmother who was sitting at the dining room table about 20 feet away. He then started to yell/whine & stomp. I’m thinking “This lil’ boy needs his as whooped cuss he just wants to do whatever he wants”. So you know what I did? I walked out the front door, and let his grandmother give him the spanking/beating he deserved. An hour later he was back to being bad.


A few days later he had a really bad asthma attack. I don’t know what brought it on, but it was real. His little chest was sunken in, and the poor thing was crying because he was so out of breath. They took him to the hospital to see what was what, and the dummies at the hospital sent him back home. He spent a few hours in the house, but he was lethargic and wheezing so badly that they decided to take him back up there. This time they gave him some type of steroids, to get his breathing back to where it needed to be.

Well I was at the house when he came back and what I saw still has me amazed. I’ve never seen “D” so focused in my life. Those steroids did something magical to that boy! Instead of jumping down entire flights of stairs and using the railings on the porch to climb to the second story ledge he just sat down and started to play with some toys. The doctors said that the medicine was going to make him hyper. I was pleasantly surprised at how it worked in his system. His breathing got back to normal, and he actually calmed down a lot. I watched & listened as he read the same story book 6 times. FOCUSED!!!!!!!! I whispered to my friend “He’s focused as shit right now.” She laughed and kinda stopped paying attention to what “D” was doing and started watching TV. The days since then have been so much better. I’m not sure if it was the steroids, or if he was just happy to have gotten so much attention, or if he was happy to be out of the hospital (who likes getting poked at?!?!) But he was actually acting like he had some sense.

He was cool for a few days after that, and then it was back to the usual crap.

This little boy is out of control. The tantrums come every time he’s told to stop playing around.

I asked my friend if they’d ever considered taking him to therapy. She said that she had, but that the grandmother wasn’t really pressed about doing that.

To be continued……………………………………………………