Can you believe this mess...What would you do?

So remember at the end of the last post I told you that there was more drama surrounding the incident from that night. Well I mentioned that the littl girl lost her cell phone. So when I was on the phone with her mom that night she was basically implying that someone from my family stole her child's cell phone. Of course I had to defend them. I let her that under no circumstances would any one of my peoples have done something like that. We didn't really argue about it but she stated her opinion and I gave her mine and that was that. I did ask my daughter to tell me again when was the last time she could remember seeing her cell phone. She told me the same exact story that her girlfriend had told her mother. So I did look for it one more time and I could not find it so I just let it go and chalked it up as a loss....About a week later my sister asked me out of the clear blue what kind of phone the little girl had. I told her it was a pink razor phone. Her mouth instantly dropped to the floor. She said that yesterday her boyfriend,(actually they were broken up but they were still real cool because he was having a hard time really letting go of the relationship) tried to sell her that phone for $50.00. He told her that one of his friends had it and now he was trying to sell it. I could not believe what I was hearing. She immedietly called him and asked him was that the little girl's phone. He tried to lie and say it wasn't but she knew it was. She started cussing him out. She called him everything but the child of God. I was in the background telling him he will never step foot in my house and he better not let me see his punk ass. Then he tried to switch it up and say that he found the phone outside in the street. She told him even if that was true that he knew we were looking for that phone and he should have said something about it. She told him to give it back and he said that he threw it away. She said why would you just throw it away if you tried to sell it to me for $50.00. Then he jumped on the defensive and said since we were accusing him of stealing then he ain't giving the dam phone back. My sister assured him that she will not be seeing him or dealing with him in any way. When she hung up the phone she kept apologizing to me. I told her that he is a grown ass man and she is not responsible for his actions. It is not like he is someone she just met. They have lived together a little over 2 years maybe 3 years. He is not a stranger to us by no means.

There are two things I can not tolerated especially from a grown ass man. One is being a liar or not being a man of your word. The other is stealing. How can he have the audacity to take something from one of my daughter's friends. What the hell was he thinking? Everytime I think about it it blows my mind. I have cousins in and out of my house all day long. My sisters come and go as they please. My daughter's friends are always there, and I never worry about anything being missing.

I told my sister that if she decides to be cool with him again I'm ok with that because that is her business but he is not allowed to step foot into my house. She assured me she is completely done with him. She had already broke up with him and put him out, but that was the last straw for her because she was only still dealing with him because he wouldn't just leave her alone. Now he is stalking her something terrible. He keeps calling my little brother and trying to hang out with him. It's a sad situation.

I felt so bad I wanted to tell the little girl's mom what really happened to her phone but my sister asked me not to because she is really embarrased about the whole situation and she said what's done is done. Then I don't want her to hold me responsible for it because it happened at my house. I know how I would feel if it had been my child's phone. That was a $350.00 phone. What would you do?

This Is What Happened

The last time I left there was some drama going on with my child. That was two weeks ago. I'm sorry it took me so long to update what happened. I think it really took me this long to get over it. And on top of that there is the usual drama with my man. Well to just give a quick briefing on what happened, my daughter and her girlfriend were staying at my house for the night. My sister called me and told me she was on her way to my house because my cousins who live 4 doors down from me, called my sister and told her that they caught four little boys coming out of my house. So because I was at work they called my sister, and my man. If I would have left work I swear I would have killed her. I was really hurt because like I had mentioned in the last post it was the night before her birthday and I was torn whether or not to still go along with my birthday plans. So when I got off work I went home and just went right to sleep. She wasn't there because I called her dad to come pick her up. I woke up about 12:00 pm and decided I was still going ahead with my plans. So I called her and told her to get dressed and I would be there to get her. My sister called out of work and went with us and the tension between her and my daughter was so thick. My sister was so mad at her she didn't want to speak to her or even look at her. I know my daughter felt so bad. She idolizes my sister and my sister never yells at her and she is always on her side when I am ready to beat her down. My sister is the reason I try to be more conscious of how hard I am on my daughter. But that day she was so disappointed in my daughter she didn't know what to do with herself.

Anyway we went to Atlantic City to the car show. My daughter absolutely loved it. I didn't know she would love it that much. We seen Busta Rhymes which I wasn't impressed because I can't stand him ever since I tried to get his autograph and he would not even turn around and acknowledge me. And no it wasn't like it was a crowd. No one was there because everyone was still in the club. I was standing about 5 feet away from him. The only thing standing between me and him was his 7 foot bodyguards. I'm not kiddin' they were big as hell. Anyway I just went on into something that happened a long time ago. But since then I don't give a dam about Busta, but he was there with a small entourage. Ghostface Killa was there, and Fat Joe, and Flava-Flaaav. I was determined that I was going to get Flava's autograph for my daughter because she watches that stupid ass show faithfully. But we brought a disposable camera there so then we were determined to get a picture. She was so freakin happy to get a picture with Flava. We met his famliy. His son was there and his sister and his nephew. Just in case you want to know, Yes he is actually that dam ugly in person! He even had the nerve to have on that stupid ass crown and one of his big ass clocks. He is outside of his mind! But he was cool as hell. He even told my daughter happy birthday. She really had a good day. I was happy that she enjoyed it but I was still so pissed off with her. When we left she thanked me profusely. Speaking of when we left....There were a bunch of guys on motorcycles and they were weaving in and out of traffic doing about 160 mph on the shoulder of the road. So this cop starts chasing them and I instantly said a little prayer that no one would get hurt. So as we are driving down a little further and I see the cop car is pulled over and me and my sister both said we hope no one got hurt. As we got closer we could see that there was no accident but he had managed to stop one of them. So as we are driving by traffic was a little slow so we got a chance to be nosy. He had a guy handcuffed and standing behind the cop car and you could tell he was talking shit to him. I got a chance to see this guy and DAYYUM!! He looked so dam good I almost crashed my freakin' car. I wanted to pull over and ask the officer if I could assume responsibility for the prisoner. He was the right height, perfect dark complexion, nice build, 5'oclok shadow, sexy ass lips, haircut was tight as hell and to top it off, slightly bowlegged. He had thug and sex appeal. That's the kind of brotha I'm looking for in the daytime with a flashlight with the high beams on!

Sorry for that little rant but he was definitely worth mentioning. Anyway...now you guys are caught up on what happened. I'll post later about my drama with my man. I don't have the freakin' energy right now to go into it. There was also more drama surrounding the incident with my daughter and the little girl. She lost her cell phone and there was some bullshit behind that, but I'll fill you guys in later.

She keeps on acting up!!

I'm too pissed off to do a real post, but I feel the need to vent a little. My daughter did some real stupid shit last night. All I can say is thank God I was at work because I would have killed her. My sister almost tapped that ass, and that is very unusual because my sister never yells at my daughter. She is always on her side when I am going off on her. She is always the one giving her the benefit of the doubt. So you know she really must have did some crazy shit. I just stayed at work and let my cousins and my sister handle it. Then I called her dad and told him to come get her little hot ass when he got off work. He sent his wife to get her. I'm really disappointed in her because today is her birthday and I had plans for her. She had no idea what it was, and she was just so excited. So now my dilemma is whether or not to still go ahead with my plans. Right before this happened my sister had just left my house because she wanted to give her her gift early. She brought her a pair of Coach sneakers. She took her sneakers back and she said she is keeping them. We all happen to wear the same size shoe. Anyway I am mad because my gift is non-refundable. So I could go and just loose out on the money that I put out for her. I feel bad because Carla would be loosing out on the money she put out for her god-daughter, which is the little girl she got into troublte with. I have decided to separate them because everytime my child gets into trouble it is always with this girl. I don't want it to start to cause a problem between me and my girl, because believe it or not it could. Well I gotta go and make a decision on whether or not to let this hot ass little girl still enjoy her birthday or not. This would be the very first time in 13 years that I didn't do anything for her birthday. I'm really torn. I'm really so hurt. Why does this little girl make shit so much harder than what it has to be? I keep trying to tell her that she is not the fuck grown!!

What's in your wallet

I wasnt going to post anything today but I read something in another blog (youtoldharpotobeatme). It reminded me of something that me and my girlfriend Carla was talking about.

I work in a hospital and I work with some real down to earth people. But some are them are down right snobby. Before I start this I just want to say right off the bat that I am not racist. I have nothing at all against white folx but sometimes they can be quite judgemental. Anyway everytime someone, particularly someone of lesser status and someone of color, buys something new such as a car or tells them that they own a house they are always looking at us cockeyed, like how can you afford that.(that was such a run-on sentence). Example one day I was looking thru my pocketbook for my wallet. When I came across it and looked inside for whatever it was that I was looking for I realized that my MAC card was not in there. I started to panick a little and someone asked what was I looking for and I told them that I must have misplaced my MAC card and one of the nurses turned around and said,"Why are you worried about it, you don't have any money in the bank." Do I even have to go into details about how she got cussed out. Especially since I had just went to the bank the day before and deposited a $4,000 check into my account.

Last week a girl I work with brought a new truck. When I told another girl I work with about April's new truck the first thing she said was, "How the hell can she afford that?" Why did that have to be the first thing out of her mouth?

There is another nurse that just brought a house around the corner from me. She does not work a lot because she just doesn't feel like working all the time. Yet she has the cutest little house. The first thing out of everyone's mouth is, "How is she paying her mortgage and she barely wants to work?' Oncce again I ask why is that the first thing out of everyone's mouth? I feel like this, if she is not asking you for help paying her bills why is it your concern how she is paying them. That shit burns me up so bad. I have cussed enough people out and now they know not to ask me shit about my finances. When I first started working there everyone acted like I was some type of alien because I was 25 and I owned a house and I was a black girl from Camden and I only had 1 child and she went to Catholoic School. I remember when I told someone that my daughter went to Catholic school and she flat out said, How is that possible? You can't afford that". Once again I had to cuss someone out. Then when I decided to go into the pool at my job, That means I do not have a set schedule. I can work whatever shift I want to work whenever I want to work. So what I do is I usually take off a week, or I work maybe 2 days in the week then the next week I'll work all week. But they were always making comments like "How can you afford to take a whole week off"?

Now I just learned that they are obviously jealous there is no other way to explain it. I would never have the audacity to ask someone how can they afford something that they have. I am not easily impressed with what other people have because I feel like whether you have less than I have, more than me or the same amount it doesn't matter because unless you are rich we are all struggling. I don't think I am no better than anyone else or that anyone else is better than me. I just mind my business as far as that goes and I worry about my own finances. I wish other people would learn to do the same thing.

Like the commercial goes...What's in your wallet. (Capital One)

The weekend

Saturday when I got off of work at 7:oo am I went to get some DVD's because I knew I would not move the rest of the day. It was raining all day. All I did was eat. I have come to the conclusion that there is a fat woman living inside of me and she is dying to break free. That is the only thing that can explain why I can eat like I do and still be 138lbs. That's part of the reason I'm always crying broke because I live in the grocery store or when I go to Wal-mart I'm always picking up food and snacks because the shit is so dam cheap there. I feel the need to keep an abundant amount of food at my house. Me and my man (who I can't stand) just lay in bed and take turns going to get each other something to eat. I can see where his food goes. He is getting big. Everytime he goes somewhere somone is telling him that he is getting big but he looks good. I can't stand these groupie chicks who want to jump on the band wagon. I was one of the very first chicks who wasn't afraid to admit that I want me a big country-fed brotha. I want him to look like a brick wall. If you were to line up the last 4 or 5 guys I have been with they pretty much all look alike. Big and black. I want a guy with a nice belly. Not too big but a nice round belly that I can prop up and lay on while I'm watching T.V.

Sunday I went to the mall with my sister. That bitch (exscuse my french) is crazy. We absolutely positively HATE shopping with each other. Why the hell do we do it? She don't like not a dam thing that I like and I don't like not a dam thing that she likes. But the funny shit is when we get dressed and go out together we always compliment each other about how cute the other one looks. Eventhough chances are we were together when we brought our outfits and we hated what the other one brought but once we put it together we thought it was cute. I know that sounds crazy if you understood what I meant. Anyway she always gets mad at me because I have to procrastinate before I finally decide to buy something. I know it is annoying because I start getting on my own dam nerves. She said I work like a slave and she knows I have he money and I hardly just get up and go shopping for no reason so why not just treat myself without having to ponder the decision for a dam half an hour. She is so right. If I was buying something for my house I probably wouldn't think twice. Maybe I would think twice but not three or four times :-) I did buy some shoes and some jeans.

Monday we got up early to go to the nail salon. My nails were jacked up. Once again I have to say that I work to hard for my nails to look like they were looking. We had a crab party. Do you know how many crabs are in a freakin' bushel? Well it really seemed like a lot to me because I don't eat crabs, but I went half with my sister anyway because it was something to do. I was going to barbeque but I didn't get my yard cleaned and it was all wet and nasty so I didn't bother with it. The crab party was nice and we did throw some stuff on the grill for the people that do not eat crabs.

I was listening to Lyfe's c.d. #5 made me feel some type of way. It basically describes my relationship with my man right now. We are so sick of each other but we are still holding on. We don't know why, but we are.

Yesterday this idiot (my man) hurt his leg. He tripped over something. He said it was like a piece of barb wire (only in the projects where there are a million kids playing that can easily get hurt will you find something like barb wire laying in the middle of the sidewalk). He called me and asked me to come home because there was a chunk of his leg missing. (that is how he described it) So I immedietely went home to check on him and of course it was not as bad as he described it. He could use a few butterfly stitches but he will live and his leg is in tact not in pieces. Anyway I did patch him up with a first aide kit. Those things are quite handy. So now he is limping around with a bum leg. The funny thing is we were barely speaking when this happened but of course his black ass came running right to me when it happened. His sister can't take the sight of blood so she just dropped his ass off. He was just standing outside looking stupid when I pulled up with all this blood running down the back of his leg on his socks and into his sneakers. I swear if it ain't one thing it's another with that boy.

Hate the beginning of the month

Today is Friday. It's the beginning of the weekend and it is the first of the month. I got paid yesterday and I hate going out of the house to do anything or take care of business because the welfare recipients are always all over the place like freakin' roaches. I hate to sound mean but DAYUM!! I need to get a few things from the supermarket but if I do not go early in the morning it will be mobbed. I need to go to the stores to pick up a birthday gift for one of my friends and also a bridal shower gift for another one of my friends. Can you even picture what Wal-mart, Target or the mall is going to look like. Especially for the fact that it is the beginning of September and people are going to be out buying school clothes and school supplies. Don't even try to go grab a quick meal at a fast food place. OMG!! Mc Donald's, and Burger King will be crowded beyond belief. Once they go food shopping they don't come home and cook they take the kids out for fast food.... Go figure!

From the 1rst until the 5th I try not to go anywhere. I know you think I'm joking but I'm so serious. But I will have to brave the crowds because like I said I have gifts to buy. I have to have the birthday gift by today and the bridal shower gift tomorrow. I'm about to leave work and I'm going to do as much as I can right now before the welfare recipients get out and about.