Sidebar: Ratchet TV Foolery, "Sorority Sisters"

My Twitter timeline and Facebook feeds were off the charts about this show.  Therefore, I watched every cringing moment of this foolishness because I didn’t want to criticize it before actually seeing the show. 

First, let me state that as a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, I am appalled and ashamed of the show.  The show was a minstrel show and has folly all around it.

In no way should educated and dignified women of these organizations act this way.  The misrepresentation of Alpha Kappa Alpha, Delta Sigma Theta, Zeta Phi Beta and Sigma Gamma Rho has me floored.  I am having a hard time trying to wrap my head around the idea that my sorority sisters & other sorority sisters selling out their organizations for a week of fame. 

Fitness: Bringing Mission 15 Back

 

Yea, yea! I know, I have been talking about these missions for a while.  Believe it or not they actually work; well if you stay focus.  If you don’t remember what Mission 15 is; click here!  

 

Anyhoo, I am challenging myself again because Thanksgiving put me over the edge for my weight containment.  During Thanksgiving, Bayou Classic is on our annual schedule of family activities, which, that brings about worse eating & drinking habits. It is something about Mother’s chicken, Harrah’s 4am breakfast, The Mercedes Superdome’s Bloody Mary’s and not to mention Gene’s Po’boys after the game, mmm!  To go a step further, if you ever visit my mother’s house during this time, her potato pies are delectable and will put on some extra pounds on because you can’t just be content with just one slice.

 

Parenting: The Promise Ring

On my way into work today, KB and I had a different kind of discussion.  We usually have a heart to heart talks, but I wasn’t ready for this talk.  He asked me, “Mommie what would you say if I gave Syd a promise ring?” I had to gaze out of the window and catch my breath for a second before I replied, “WHAT, like promise to marry? He shook his head and said, “I think so.”  Trying to lighten the situation, I said, “You can get one out of the bubble gum machine.”  I then told him, “Maybe you could give her the one your dad gave me when I was in high school.” We both chuckled and I quickly changed the conversation.

 

When I got to my desk, my mind started racing.  Reasons being, I have an unsettling feeling about this particular girl and is my son really ready to promise marriage to “one” girl right now? 

Parenting: Sixteen and Horny

My middle child, who is sixteen, has begun sending messages to girls that he wants to engage in sexual activity.  When I read the messages I began to hyperventilate. It was just yesterday that he was running around stark naked trying to not get dressed and couldn’t sleep alone after watching scary movies.  I guess I have blinked through the majority of his years and now I am dealing with this. 

I was sixteen when I found out I was pregnant. It was too late for my mom to find text messages in my cell phone; oh yea, we had no such thing! I was seventeen when I had my first child and I try my best to not have my children rearing kids at a young age.  So, now you can imagine why I am so heartbroken after reading these messages.

As much as I would like to look at him as being my young son and want to keep him tied to my hip, I realize that is pure silliness. He is growing up so fast and wants to start making some “grown” man choices.  I just want to believe that I have instilled in him the values that will dictate some good decision-making on his part.

Friend’s Escapades: Lusting After the Boss

Jessica has been hinting around with how she has eyes on a guy.  After having a few drinks the other night, she filled me in on who that guy was.  She has been having eyes on her boss. Internally, I was processed what she told me like this; Her BOSS? What the Hell? 

I was speechless. Of course I began to ask the questions.  Does he know you like him?  Do he even know you exist?  She went on to tell me that she has been having a high school crush on him since the first time she saw him.  She said that her eyes lightens up when they are around each other.  She went in detail about it (yes I got her permission to share):

Eyelashes from Hell

Shay came to work with these luxurious eyelashes.  They were so ‘five-star’ that you couldn’t miss them, especially the way she batted them, lol.  She told me she could wait to let me see them, so I could get a pair of my own.  Shay scheduled an appointment for me on Thursday, so I could surprise EP with my long, flirtatious lashes.  Also, remember I am somewhat chicken, so I asked if she would come with.

Well the afternoon came when it was time for me to get my engaging lashes.  I arrived a few minutes before Shay, so I was a nervous wreck.  I was so scared and I don’t know why.  This moment reminded me of the time when I get my navel ring…so scared for nothing!  I wouldn’t let Kim begin the applying process until Shay got there.

Sidebar: The Name Change

 

I have changed the blog’s name to a more suitable name for me.  Reason being, I have been writing about EP for a while and I realized, he has mastered that “uncharted river” and he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  The flow of the blog will not change nor will my adventures, because I am still in a “long distance” relationship and living that 'single' girl life.

Married/Attached Men

 

Married/attached men disgust me!  Why you may ask ? Because they are married to a woman or they live with one day in and day out with, but still want to cheat on her.  They will come at you with all they have instead of putting that into their marriage or relationship.  Plus, they don’t want you intruding on their “family time”.  When all is said and done (if you chose to go down that road with a married man/attached man) they will deny ever knowing you!  So why put yourself in those shoes in the first place.

Lately, I have been approached by several married and/or attached men.  These men know that I am in a relationship with EP and still try to press up against me. The more I tell him 'no' or ignore them, the more they press up against me.