I shouldn't have left you... without a dope beat to step to

I know. I haven't written in a while. It defeats the purpose of me having a blog to pour out my frustrations to when I don't do it. So obviously, I need to do better.

SO MUCH has happened. Well not SO MUCH (as I tend to exaggerate from time to time), but more than enough to write about. Lets start from the very beginning;

Vegas...

What was supposed to be a nice little getaway for my 28th birthday quickly turned into hell. It was TERRIBLE. I of course enjoyed being able to sleep in and stay out without the responsibilities of home, but aside from that, I probably would have been just fine with those said responsibilities. Not everyone is alike, and I learned that the hard way. Some people are just not meant to be friends. And the people I went to Vegas with, I'm just not to be friends with. We share no commonalities and we have different outlooks on life. And that's ok. What they call bourgeois, I call class. What they call normal conversation, I call personal and private. What they call fun, I call embarrassing and ghetto. What they call club attire, I call normal wear. I have a drink, they take shots. I like wine, they like henny and Colt 41. There were way too many instances to document here, but lets just say in a nut shell, I was miserable on my birthday to the point of tears. I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to eat Taco Bell in a food court. I didn't want some fat nasty bartender pouring alcoholic shots into my mouth while rubbing his belly (true story). I didn't want to be cheap and afraid to spend a dime. And I certainly didn't want to eat a hot dog pumped with processed cheese, wrapped in an overcooked pretzel with cheddar dipping sauce as a snack. (I'm still in disbelief that those broads ate that shit). It was MY day and I wanted to enjoy it. I don't get many days. It's just not something I have often. So to go out of town, and have the chance at enjoying it, that's just what I wanted... but not with these folks. NEVER AGAIN. Quote me on that shit.

28...

So, yeah. I'm 28. THAT much closer to being 30. It's funny because I actually remember my parents being this young/ old. Which makes me think even harder about being 50. Not sure how I feel about it. Ehh... I'll save that for another post.

Peyday ARRIVED!

My God baby is here! She got here bright and early November 20th. My BFF is doing well. She's handled her c-section like a champ, but the process of it all wasn't an easy one. Ok, so here's the rundown;
She ended up being able to come back to the states. Which was GREAT because I was so worried about her being in another country while having the baby. It would have just been way too overwhelming for her and her family, and I'm just happy she was able to come back. The only thing is that she was 38 weeks pregnant, and there was NO way the airline would allow her to fly international, for a damn near 24 hour trip. The alternative however was her getting stuck over there for a number of months waiting on documentation and such to clear. Soooo... Lucy and Ethel (our self proclaimed alias') concocted the scheme of all schemes. I'll leave it at that. Needless to say after fooling around on word, playing with some dates, a bit of padding, and a changed voicemail greeting (I'd be an AWESOME receptionist by the way) my BFF and her fam are back home. Safe and sound on American soil! There's a little saying that I love, and it certainly applies to us. And I'm damn proud of it. "A good friend would come bail you out of jail. A TRUE friend will be sitting next to you saying 'Damn we fucked up...'" If you don't have someone like this in your life... I feel sorry for you.

Lil Ol Lady...

She gave me the sweetest birthday card. I looked it over closely (checked for anthrax) prior to opening it, and it looked safe, so I did. I guess she's done hazing me. But I'm still keeping my third eye open.

Big things poppin... 

I take pride in the fact that I surround myself with motivated people. Not the type of people that are stuck in a routine and dislike what their life has become. But people that love life, and keep striving for the next level of excellence. A couple years ago, my BFF wanted to write a book. So she did. "Reaching your Quarter Life". (Leave me a comment if you'd like a copy). One of my best friends/ big brothers is really into poetry. So what better place for him to be than a Greeting Card company. Fate I tell ya... His work was recognized, and his first poem was published to the blog. Check him out! http://blog.bluemountain.com/2010/12/01/snowflake-by-george-davis/#comments

Thanksgiving...

I'm not a fan of the Holidays. The one thing I like most about it is that it's my time to justifiably give out gifts. I love giving gifts. But that's it. The way my family operates is sad. My mom and her older sister had a HUGE fall out about 10 years ago.... actually, closer to 12-13 years ago. Since then, every year, my aunt has made it a point to host the holiday gatherings and NOT invite my mother or any of my sisters and brother. We spent many holidays at home, alone, with no family. Ugh... hate thinking about this. Hate writing about this. Always gets me sad and teary eyed, but whatever... Well, as I said before my mom didn't have much money. We never got extravagant gifts. We never had tons of food. It was just us. We'd spend holidays watching shitty marathons on tv, and may grab a burger or something. Eventually, I started spending holidays with my daughters family. But still, my mom and sisters and brother would be home alone, so the sadness I felt lingered. I'd try to do something with them some years, just so we could at least be together, but as we got older, the idea got older too. The Christmas and Thanksgiving before mom died, she called her sister, and apologized. Told her that she had nowhere to go for the holidays, and asked if we could all PLEASE come out to her house to be with family. She told her no. She wasn't invited in her home. And she hung up on her. Of course after she died, my aunt felt the guilt. Well, that was even short lived, as we still have gotten no invites to spend holidays with our family like everyone else. The idea has no longer sounded intriguing to my siblings and I anymore. But, I've agreed to always hold Christimas at my house now. I want us all there, and anyone else who has nowhere to go is also invited. I welcome everyone. No matter the circumstances. It hurts to not have somewhere to go. To know that the holidays should be such a happy time, and it's not... it hurts. Since mom died, the holidays havent been any easier. But they're getting better. I know that if anything my simple little family will be together.

Thats it for now... I'll do better. I promise.