This Pretty Girl Says...

24 Oct 2011

It’s been a bit…

since I was with you last.  In that time my oldest son turned 17.  He had a great birthday on Friday past.  I’m so proud of him.  His party is on the 29th.  I will have 40 teenagers descend upon my house like a plague of… okay I was on my way to overdoing it.  Yeah. They’re all coming and since it’s gotten chilly outside, I have to host it in the house.  I pray that he has the best night ever.  He’s so amazing and wonderful and handsome and super intelligent.  God really blessed hubby and I with this kid.  A parent honestly couldn’t ask for a better child.  He loves God.  He’s respectful.  He’s a great big brother. He does extremely well in school… and he’s a proud card carrying member of the V club!  I don’t think he’d like me to say virgin on here so I won’t.  Hello!  God is good!  I say God is GOOD!  He’s an amazing young man with the entire world ahead of him.  God is good!

I also think that I have gotten rid of this 18 year old little floozy that had the nerve to call herself wanting to be involved with my 15 year old son.  I basically let her know that the next move is hers and then I put that set book on my forehead.  What is that set book, you ask?  Me calling the police on her little trollopy ass.  We shall see what happens tomorrow during school.  I’m not playing with this lil girl.  I’m truly not.

I’ve got some interesting things coming up this week.  I’m pretty excited about the changes that are occuring… or should I say the revamping.  I’m excited either way.  I’ll let yall know all about it when I’m ready for my big reveal.


I’m also going to be removing my tumblr from my facebook.  There are a lot of things that I want to say but am hesitant in some instances and flat out refuse in others to say while some eyes can peer in.  I’ll feel a lot more free once this has happened.  That will occur later on today.

I’ve got a headache and am a PMS train wreck right now so I’m going to cuddle up next to my husband and get some rest.  There is lots to be done tomorrow.
Ciao… 

2 Oct 2011

WOW!

It’s 48 degrees here in Atlanta tonight.  It’s GORGEOUS out!  It was in the 60’s earlier today and now this amazing night.  Jamiroquai and I have this night on LOCK.  I’ve had a great day all day long.  

I stayed away a little while because I’ve just had a lot on my mind.  You would think that I’d come here to vent and write it out but there are some folks that follow my blog that put me in a position to feel like I can’t just be me in all of the transparency that I chose.  I wish I had never attached this thing to FB.  At this point if I take it off, they’re already still here.  Hey yall!

I wanted to go outside tonight and spend some time with the hubby but he’s informed me that it is too cold to be out there.  Cold schmold.  It’s perfect to be out in the backyard wrapped up in a comforter enjoying the sky and the night.   Suffice it to say, I’m just a tiny bit disappointed that we didn’t go.  Okay, I’m A LOT disappointed.  I really wanted to do something different.  The next few days I’m going to blog about marriage and spice and breaking out of routines and getting rid of kids.  Yeah. I’ll do that.  Perhaps I’ll feel better.  Meanwhile, I’ll just enjoy the wind blowing in through the windows and listen to Jamiroquai and wish I had a bottle of wine.  

Since it’s now Sunday and I live in a dry county, I can’t have any wine.  Things like this make me miss home so much.  No liquor on Sunday?!  These people are crazy as heck around here.  I need to run for office of something that involves passing a law on liquor sales on Sunday.  I don’t want to do anything else other than pass that law and then they can have it all back.

Bon Nuit dawlins!

20 Sep 2011

Today is the day…

that my baby girl turns 17 years old.  She’s 17 now and I’m a heaping ball of sobs. LOL!
We have quite a story and I’m not sure that I really want to get into it yet but she wasn’t born mine.  She was born to someone else.  When I married her daddy, I took her too.  It’s been a long road and God knows that a lot of it hasn’t been easy.  It’s been the stuff that movies are made of and I’m not talking comedy.  It’s  was more like horror/drama.  Now we’ve moved and settled into family lovey dovey funny.  We’ve come such a long way.

I’m so thankful to God that she is mine.  Her birth parent chose not to be involved in her life at all.  I look at her every day and I see the most beautiful, intelligent, darling girl that any mother would and should be proud to call hers.  I hate that she had to deal with the fall out of the journey but I’m so glad that we made it to this day and that she is mine.

I love her.  I love my little girl as if she was born from my own womb.  She makes me happy and light and all of the things that a good feeling is made of.  I have 4 sons and I have her.  She’s special because she’s her.  But she’s also special because she’s my only daughter.  I’m so proud of her.  I can’t even say how much.  I’m just proud of her.

She’s a fighter.  She’s resilient.  She’s such a bright light… and she’s 17!

Happy Birthday, my Tinkle!  I pray that God continues to bless you as you walk this journey of life.  I pray that He forever gives you the desires of your heart and that your heart remains as pure as it is now despite your past circumstances.  With God, you won, my darling!  You won!  Mommy loves you more than I could ever articulate.  I’m proud of you, lovey.  I’m so very VERY proud of you.

Saturday is her party.  It’s an all black affair.  The All Black Everything Masquerade Party is only days away.  I can’t wait to watch her enjoy herself while her family and friends come together to celebrate her!

Happy Birthday, my darling daughter.

13 Sep 2011

Frustration…

is so damn annoying!  It seems that the very stuff that you swear will not bother you is surely the stuff that will.  Bare with me because I’m working out my soul’s salvation and I don’t want to cuss.  

Sidebar: Why do people always bring God into their attempts at staying away from foolery when they know that they are about to engage in it?  I totally just did that.

Anyway…
I’m annoyed.  I’m feeling a lot better but still on the mend.  Thank God for the feel better because it was a rough go for a minute.

But back to being annoyed and frustrated.  I’m annoyed.  I’m annoyed with people.  I’m annoyed with people that seem to like control and power more than they should.  I’m frustrated with people that don’t just speak their minds but dance all around something.  I’m annoyed with people who won’t answer a direct question.  I’m frustrated with people who think that they know more than they do.  I’m annoyed with people who don’t think of what is fair but only of themselves and what they want in the moment.  I’m frustrated with people that walk around with big ass pants on with nothing to fill them with.  Arrogance annoys the shit out of me.  Being rude annoys me.  People that feel like they need to throw their weight (when they don’t really have any) or self appointed titles around annoy me.  People that want to be the center of attention annoy me.  
This has just been an annoying and frustrating kind of few days.

I’ve come to realize in just a matter of the last few hours that I am guilty of holding back who I am to an extent in some situations as to not come on too strong.  I am nice but I can be vicious if I need to be in a most business like fashion.  My shero in business is Martha Stewart except for that Enron thing. She’s great!  When everything is chill and relaxed and those cameras are on, she will bake you cookies, knit doilies and build a barn with just a needle, thread and some embroidery scissors.  But when it comes down to business and those cameras go off, she will chew you up and spit you out.  She is only concerned with getting it done and the pay off that comes with that.  I am much the same.  I don’t have the time nor patience to be kumbaya with sensitive constitutions.  I just like to work and enjoy the benefits of the work after it’s done.  

When you work with a group of unfamiliar people, you never know what to expect.  It isn’t always roses and sunshine.  I have found myself not speaking for the sake of not arguing (which I hate to do).  I hold back because I don’t want to rock the boat. I really want to turn that mutha completely the eff over sometimes.

I believe in getting things done if a group of people are called together to get something done.  I have no time for lolligagging or dragging feet.  I’m not made for that.  Seems that the older I get, the less patience I have for procrastinators that are not me.  I’m saying that while I realize that most of us procrastinate, there are times when you just can’t.  If you say that you’re going to accomplish something of importance, then do it.  What is the point of pissing the time away until you’re facing a deadline that can’t be pushed back?  It makes no sense to me at all.  Instead of saying those things I find myself sitting back and watching things unfold because I am in unfamiliar territory.

There’s a great thing about working alone as I do… I’m alone.  There are no egos to fight with.  There are no disagreements other than with myself and dammit I ALWAYS win!  I say I ALWAYS win!  That other heffa can’t ‘eem much see me.  Humph.  I do like working with others when we are all on board and doing whatever we can to accomplish our goal.  I’m just learning that everyone isn’t on board for the same reasons in a lot of groups or situations.  Sometimes people are too interested in what will come their way instead of what they can contribute to the betterment of the team.

Yep.  I’m frustrated.  

Ciao.

10 Sep 2011

Days & Nights…

have been a blur lately.  Okay so I lost for real.  I finally went to the doctor Wednesday.  It wasn’t a great experience.  I was so sick I was physically shaking.  Then I tossed my cookies while I was there.  I am entirely too fly to be running down hallways to bathrooms to vomit… especially if those hallways aren’t the ones at my house leading to my potty.  Yuck.  I did have the flu that found its way to strep throat.  I have a sinus infection and my asthma was on its way to acting up too.  I had an x-ray done to make sure that I didn’t have pneumonia.  They haven’t called me so I’m assuming I don’t.  Of course I was supposed to go back today and didn’t so perhaps I do and I’ll have to wait until Monday to know it.  

I also had this horrible hip pain that they did a scan for too.  My hip had been hurting so badly that I could barely get out of bed.  My husband had to help me out of bed every morning.  Talk about a horrible thing when you really have to pee.  It ain’t fun at all!  I was so afraid.  I had imagined all of these horrible things.  Oh Lord!  I’ve got the CANE- CER!  Word to Carla Jean’s mama.  I just knew it was some sort of flesh eating, debilitating disease that was gonna come like a thief in the night and get me.  I’m born into a medical family.  I am one of those folks that knowledge can become dangerous in the hands of.  I accept this of myself.  It’s okay.  God just told me to sleep at the bottom of the bed Wednesday.  EUREKA AND VOILA!  The pain lessened!  I found out that night that it’s my darn mattress.  It’s time for a new one.  Suits me fine.  I wanted one some time ago anyway.  Remind me to tell you all about how every time we move my husband acts like the furniture can stand being thrown around, dropped and dragged with no problem.  Yeah.  It’s like that.

I had something to say when I came over here but of course I’ve forgotten now.  I’m getting old.  39 is right around the corner.  It’s coming up so quickly.  I’m gonna have to start playing my brain games on my phone again or  brushing my teeth my the opposite hand or something.  I’m going to bed now.  I have about 75 pills that I’ve been prescribed.  One of them is for cough and has a pain reliever in it.  The other is a pain pill.  It makes me loopy as all get out.  I won’t subject you all to that just yet.  

So how was your day?  Did you have a nice holiday? 

3 Sep 2011

notesonascandal:

OMG YESSSSS!!!!

AWL OF DA FOODS!!!! BE MINEZ!!!

ThisPrettyGirlsSays:

And then I saw this… AND I KNOWED THEY IS A GAWD…  I KNOWED THEY IS A GAWD!

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3 Sep 2011

thejluntzreport: I wish they would really fly away like this! bemorefoxxi: sneakerstittsnturntables: (via imgTumble)  I hate whoever made this. LMAO thisprettygirlsays: Hi freaking LARIOUS!  Ellll  iiii  oT.  LMBOOOO!

thejluntzreport:

I wish they would really fly away like this!

bemorefoxxi:

sneakerstittsnturntables:

(via imgTumble)

 I hate whoever made this. LMAO

thisprettygirlsays:

Hi freaking LARIOUS!  Ellll  iiii  oT.  LMBOOOO!

(Source: swurdin)

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3 Sep 2011

It’s Been A Long Time…

Yeah.  It’s been like 2 days but it’s felt like a lifetime.  How quickly we come to depend on the thing that inspires us and drives us.  I’ve been here on Tumblr for a week or so but it feels like forever.  I love every single moment.  I thank you for staying with me.  I think I’d like to make myself more visible.  It may be time to do something I should have been doing all along.

I’ve been M.I.A.  The flu won.  It has beat me and I was too weak to not go down for the count.  I’m in bed.  Blah.  I have so much stuff on my mind that I want to say and really don’t know where to begin.  But I will.  I promise.  

I’ve been putting something off for a long time because I thought I didn’t have the cash to do it.  But I really don’t have to start off being as fancy as I want to be.  That will come in time.  Right now, I’ll do what I have to do with what I have.  That’s okay, right?  Of course it is.

I still never got to bake my cake… or brownies.  As soon as I can stay out of bed without getting dizzy, I’m so on it!

Ciao.

1 Sep 2011

Go on and press play.  That’s Kem’s A Mother’s Love.

I’m feeling some kind of way this morning.  Spending my days sleeping because I don’t feel well.  Up all night.  I feel like babies who get their days and nights confused just after they leave their mother’s womb.  I’m sensitive and extremely emotional.  I have no idea why.  Well, maybe I do.

It’s life.

I’m watching my friends send their children off to college.  One of my sisters in life sent a text to those of us that she is close to to let us know that she was unplugging from the social network world to spend these last few days with her baby before she leaves on Sunday.  I have never laid eyes on that young lady in person but I am so proud of her.  I’m so proud of you, Brandai.  And I’m so proud of her mother for sacrificing, encouraging, loving limitlessly, being supportive, damn near beating the hell out of her boss having dignified conversation with her boss for keeping her baby at work too late.  I have watched her struggle and rise above everything that has been thrown at her to make sure that her child had all that she needs to go out into this world and thrive.

I was just reading my auntie’s blog (she’s really a friend but she’s taught me so much that I can’t just call her friend).  Her baby is gone off to school.  She is missing her and I am crying for her and she has no idea that I am until she reads this.  Shelbey is a niece to me.  She’s beautiful.  I’ve watched her grow up over the years since she was just a kid and now she’s a grown woman.  The internet is a fascinating place as I’ve never laid eyes on Shelbey in the flesh either.  I am so proud of you, Shelbey.  And I am proud of you, Gaye.  I’m proud of you for raising such an amazing young woman, for the sacrifices that you’ve made, for the love that you’ve shown her, for dealing with those aholes at Verizon so that you could give her a great life.  I’m proud of you for giving her all that she needs to go out into this world and be who she intends to be.

Michele and Gaye are incredible.  They don’t even know how incredible that they are.  I know that I have other friends whose children are leaving for school or to the next phase of their lives where mommies aren’t right there to wipe the tears, kiss the hurts or just come into rooms to hug and love.  But Michele and Gaye stand tonight.  

They make me think of my own children.  My oldest two children are Juniors this year.  I’ve only got two more years before they are ready to move on and I’m not ready.  Already I know that I’m not ready.  I am afraid.  I am afraid of this world not being kind to them.  I am afraid of not being close enough to hug or to love or to clean up a mess.  I am afraid of not seeing them every day.  I am just afraid.  I know that Armann and I have raised them to be incredible people who are self sufficient and can take care of themselves.  But I’m still not ready.  

God doesn’t give us children to have.  He grants them to us to raise them to be wonderful beings who go out to make His world better.  But we don’t get a book at the start that says you should be prepared to let them go.  How in the world do you do that?  How do you let go of children that are your life?  How?  I need someone to explain to me how you do it because God knows I’m not ready and I won’t be in another year.  I sit here and weep right now for what is to come and what has happened with my friends.  I think of my mother who had to watch me walk out of her door.  She can’t even watch us pull out of her driveway as we travel back to Atlanta once our visit home is over.  

I have always been a person that loves to fly.  My daddy calls me the nomad of our family.  He said, “If there is somewhere to go or some place to see, Angel will go without anyone if she has to.  She’ll go anywhere.”  He’s right.  I am that kind of person.  I plan to see some parts of the world and if I loved them enough and could convince my husband, I’d just set up camp and live there for a while.  So how can I be so silly as to not expect that I’ve passed that same spirit on to my babies?  I can’t.  

I feel selfish.  But isn’t that a part of a mother’s love?  Not wanting to let go is a part of a mother’s love.  I’m going now.  I’m going to go into each of my 5 babies’ rooms and kiss them as I lay hands on them to pray for them.  And I will selfishly take one more kiss before I come back to my room and curl up in my husband’s arms.  I will take that extra kiss because that’s what a mother’s love affords me.

Ciao.

“Yes, a mother’s love is real…
You grow because she knows…to let you go.”  -Kem 

31 Aug 2011

Regal Realities: This has to be hormones.This has to be hormones.This has to be hormones.

hrhdana:

Okay so I am FREAKING out. I think I have been freaking out all day now. Is it still freaking out if it lasts this long? I think by nature “freaking out” should be like fast and over but it’s not working like that for me today.

It’s just hormones, Pumpkin.  Calm down and breathe and enjoy your last few weeks of having her all to yourself.  You’ll be a wonderful mommy.  And we’ll all be here to answer questions, give advice, learn from you and listen to you rant and rave when you’ve got sleep deprivation.  I love you.

It started so innocently with a…
To Do List.
1- Find…

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