Are these cute? Y or N Are these work appropriate? Y or N Would you wear these? Y or N
Proposition BF Ugly- Should these be taken off the shelves, burned and barred from recreation ever? Y or N
Okay, so I know several of you guys read Creole's site. She had a HotMESS\NESS post recently that featured these shoes. Imagine my surprise when I actually saw a pair live and in living color this week being worn by someone at work.
AT WORK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRK.
To her defense, the dress code at our place of employment is fairly laid back but not so much that you won't get called out for trying to get away with wearing coochie cutters. Oh and she did. Not the she I'm talking about in this post....a different she. BUT, that's a another post for another day. The she I'm referencing is a temporary employee. Since we make a good chunk of $ during the holiday season, the organization brings in temps for the call center during the last quarter to help handle call volume.
I saw them as I was walking down to the break area on our floor but turned away when she caught me staring. I snuck another glance when she turned her head but quickly turned away again after I realized my mouth was wide open. #closeyamoufgirl!
The next time she kicks Gary out, he should just go and sit on the porch until she changes her mind.
They are so damn in love with being dysfunctional that it's comical at this point.
With that being said, I can't wait to see her mollywhop him upside the head next week. What?
Poor baby Leah
Farrah
This chick should be the poster child for the 'Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child' movement. Like seriously.
How many folks think she wants to use the money for her and not just the baby?
Why didn't she put the boys name on the birth certificate????!!!!
As so eloquently stated by Babs, " I really like that attorney. I appreciate his tell it like it is style."
I wish her attorney and shrink could get her in a locked room to really shake some sense into her. Talk about a reality check. I would pay GOOD MONEY to be a fly on that wall.
Someone told me that she didn't even tell the boy she was pregnant. He had to find out about it through the grapevine. Don't know how true that is but it wouldn't shock me. That's typical Farrah dumbassedness behavior.
Catelynn and Tyler
Is it insensitive of me to think they are dwelling on the adoption way too much? Like EVERY thing is about the baby they gave up. Oh and Butch being back in jail and\or rehab(which I've figured out is just really always been code for jail) I mean come on, don't they ever talk about anything else like I dunno.......homework?
Probably not as evidenced by those C's and D's Catelynn has on her report card.
I didn't realize Catelynn's mother's (aka METHod Mom) forehead was so damn big. It looks like an enlarged gourd.
Maci
I'm drawing blanks. I really don't remember much about her story last night other than her actually moving to Nashville to be with Magilla.
Sooooo, the car is totaled. To say I'm in a phucked up mood is an understatement. I thought the car was going to be repaired until the other folks insurance company went to look at it and deemed it totaled. Granted I could still opt to have it repaired but that would be a whole 'nuther hassle with my car insurance making sure they would still insure it with complete coverage (not just liability).
We have a rental (for a little while longer) plus the other car but this has put a total wrench into future plans. Specifically when the boys come in August. Who knows if I'll even have another freaking car by then. Once the rental is gone, Mistah will still need it to go back and forth to work while the boys are here. What are the kids and I supposed to do? Play hide and seek until he comes back? *sigh* I could pay for a rental that week but guess what? I don't want to. They should have to pay but this bitch of a claims agent isn't budging.
I never knew the process of dealing with insurance companies could be so damn frustrating and stressful. You would think that since this wasn't my fault they would be kissing my ass. HA!
As a matter of fact, YES I DO! It’s a year later and we all (I guess) miss the legend that is, was and will always be Michael Joseph Jackson.Just like his music, his passing will go down as one of the most memorable events in my lifetime……as will his memorial service.
July 7, 2009. As long as I live I will never forget this date. Okay that’s a lie. I probably will because my brain memory function is about as useful as trying to eat steak with a spork.
Side note: Whoever said that you have to bear children to have ‘mom brain’ was wrong!!!!
So picture it. I’m sitting at work streaming the memorial service while trying to put on a good work front hoping and praying that I could make it through the entire service without anyone disturbing me. Everything was going well. I had the appropriate mix of misty eye and poker face. Then, Paris approached the microphone.
Right as she begins to speak who but none other than Sh’Nike approaches my desk. I truly think this is when I began to dislike her. She had just started working in our group and had a question about something or another. I quickly brushed her off by informing her I didn’t know and suggested that she go ask my boss. Yes, unprofessional I know but I really didn’t give a shit. I needed to hear Michael’s spawn speak! What I didn’t realize is that she would go ask her like right then. UGH!!!!
Paris begins her speech and my eyes start to water again. I tried holding back the tears but they just wouldn’t stop flowing. All of the sudden, I hear this loud clomping and see (through the reflection of my privacy screen) that that both Sh’Nike and my boss are headed to my desk. GREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAT!!! Yeah, Yeah I know I asked for it. I grabbed a Kleenex, dabbed my eyes and bit my tongue to try and make myself stop crying. My boss asked a question and I turned to them with semi-watery eyes. I noticed that they were both looking at me rather strange, as if they wanted to ask if something was wrong but weren’t sure if they should. I sure as shinola wasn’t about to divulge the fact that I was abusing company time multi-tasking while watching the memorial service. I remember our conversation was brief but by that time Paris was pretty much done.
After they left, I sent my friend that I had been chatting with an IM about what had just transpired. While she laughed at me, I sulked at the fact that I would have to wait for replays to listen to Paris in full. THE HORROR!
Funny thing is I don’t think I ever really knew what Sh’Nike wanted.
And now, of course, for a musical selection. The baddest video mine eyes hath ever seent!
When speaking about the Lord (especially on social networking sites), please refrain from using Ebonics or speaking/typing unintelligibly. I beg of you. Seeing the word 'come' typed as 'cum' when trying to holy roll ain't cute. No really it ain't.
I’m supposed to be working on a report (and have been since last Wednesday). I can’t seem to get my writing juices flowing this morning so I decided to do a post instead. Honestly, I haven’t been doing so good in the productivity department since my boss took off for vacay. *sigh* I’m going to do better…..when she gets back. *shudders*
Today’s post is brought to you today by the letters N-A-S & T-Y. That’s the word I used to describe whichever hoe, b*tch, scallywag, diseased rhinoceros pheasant trollop decided to leave traces of their menstrual cycle all over one of the commode seats in the ladies room. And I'm not just talking a single drop....that ish was splattered.....on both sides.....like some damn abstract art!!! Say it with me folks….EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
I was beyond grossed out and extremely pissed that the offender (1) didn’t even have the common courtesy to wipe that sh*t off so it wouldn’t be visible and/or (2) have enough common sense to look at the seat before they left the stall. I only wish that I could have seen who it was so I could have added their name to the sign I made and taped on the wall in the stall.
I just went to look for the picture of the sign in my phone and realized I forgot to take one.
(insert Niecy Nash Clean House grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound effect here)
No worries, I made another for effect.
I was telling Z about it and he just shook his head and gave the usual ‘Makes you wonder what they are like at home’ response. You know what? I don’t really care. Do what you want in your own home but at least TRY and have some type of damn decorum/manners/home training (well I guess that wouldn’t apply if one is that nasty at the house) about yourself in public…..GOOD GRIEF! I refuse to even go in that stall anymore. As a matter of fact, I do believe I shall start going upstairs to handle my beeswax. Yeah, yeah I know nasty is everywhere but there are way less people on that floor and I’d rather take my chances squatting elsewhere.
I haven't graced you all with one of these in awhile. Thanks to FB and my buddy Goli, the wait (not like you all were really waiting, lol) is OVER!! Speaking of, be sure to watch for Lil Mikey aka Lil Wayne's forgotten son. Somebody call Maury!
The mother of an infant daughter wearing her first lacefront wig writes: “It’s never too early for my baby to start looking glamorous like Beyonce!” Mom said she had the wig custom made human hair to match her own lacefront. “I wouldn’t be caught dead without my lacefront and my baby won’t either!” she wrote. But is that adhesive glue safe or gentle enough for the child’s baby hairs?
Is this not some of this most atrocious mess???!!! When the hell did babies become gangstas? Whose kid do you know would want a doll like this? I'm sorry but I can't think of any. And don't you just LOVE how they threw the white doll in there? Yeah I've seen that Jedi mind trick before. It's that same 'I'm not a racist because I have black friends' mentality so we're going to throw the white doll in there so no one can pull the race card on us. I'm SO outdone by this coonery!
This year Halloween fell on a weekend and I was cooped up in the house pretty much all day with the exception of taking the pooches walking early in the morning. Around 5 o'clock that evening, I got antsy and had the urge to jump ship. I slapped on a pair of jeans, a white tee, a jacket and my sneaks and I was out tha do' yo! After reading a few blogs about knitting, I was inspired and decided my destination was Hobby Lobby. My mission, if I chose to accept it.....learn how to knit.
As I arrived in the store, I browsed other sections until I made my way over to where the knitting stuff was. I was sooooo ready and excited as I looked at all the pretty types, colors, and textures of yarn. And all the pretty types, colors, sizes of needles. And all the different types of 'how to' books. Then I got bored. *sigh* Reality sunk in and I realized this wasn't for me for right now. I still want to do it BUT I know me. I need to take a class. I need hands on help because me trying to interpret what was in those books and stay motivated on my own=KNITTING FAIL. Womp womp. So that was that and I headed off to a store where I knew I could make a positive impact on the economic crisis....TAR.GET BEESHES!! I'm happy to report I only walked out with an exercise DVD of The Firm. Have ya'll tried it? They thighs have never been so tight. Well yes they have but....never mind.
Anyway, so I'm headed home right? Right. As I turn down my street, I notice there are still quite a few people out getting free candy trick or treating some of who happen to be right in front of our driveway. Before I come to a halt, I hit the garage opener to give the folks a heads up that I'm trying to get in the driveway. You would think the combination of that, me sitting in the car in the street not moving, and the garage door going up would trigger something in their heads to move but nerp. There they stood and there I sat trying to be patient and understanding. I inch up a bit and do you know those country bumpkins still don't budge. Bump this!!
Me: *rolling down my window and screaming with extreme at-ti-tude* Ummmmmm, excuse me can you all MOVE! I'm trying to get in my driveway.
So they move, I pull in and then this happens.
Some random chick with kids: Ummmmmmm, excuse you!
Me: *thinking I know this bitch did NOT just try and get jiggy with me* Come again?
SRC: I said excuse you.
Me: Bitch I don't know who the hell you think you talking to but it would behoove you to shut the fuck up.
SRC: Well you didn't have to be so rude when asking us to move.
Me: You didn't have to take all day moving your ass. You saw me waiting in my car, you saw the garage door open. Did you think I was doing it for my health? What else did you want? An invitation??? Step the hell off.
And she did but damn. If she and her folks would have just moved in the first place all of that could have been avoided. Did I really have to cuss her out? Probably not but I did and I would do it all over again in a NY minute. After all that mess, I probably needed to knit...hell.
I'm over it now but a hoe had ya girl heated!!!! Anyway, since she decided to bring the hood out me, I will leave you all with a bit of musical accompaniment from the Ghetto Boys.
Those are the words I said to my friend last week after telling her to quit fussin’ with her 3 year old. I have never understood why folks choose to argue with someone that is just beyond infancy. I seriously can’t wrap my head around it.
She is one of those people. If we are on the phone and her little boy is around, she spends more time fussin’ at and with him than holding a conversation. I find this really strange (not to mention annoying) seeing as the kid has not quite mastered the fine art of basic conversation yet. I personally think that this also creates a bad habit. I’m a firm believer in a kid staying in a kids place and by showing him that he can interrupt her all willy nilly and push her buttons like that is setting a bad example. That’s just me though. Usually he mostly just yells and screams and most times she reciprocates. Lol Needless to say her son has a rather challenging personality (ie, he is bad as hell). Sometimes I will entertain our phone chats, other times I will not. It truly depends on my mood and how much I believe I can withstand from the two of them.
Remember back when I helped her out with the baby shower last summer? Well after that we went to get her kid and to visit with one of our buddies from college. To make a long story short, as we were getting ready to leave I reach to pick him up and he has a fit and starts kicking and flailing. I put him down instantly. This child proceeds to then fall out on the floor in front of the front door. Meanwhile, his mama is trying to reason with him and threatening to spank him (yeah right). I had my keys in my hand, so I just step over him and walk outside and told my friend I’d be ready when she got him settled in the car. Lol I just can’t take all of that hollerin!
Now, this is just me but it seems that it would be much easier to just put the kid on ignore status. Like seriously, pay him/her no attention and just let them fall out, have the tantrum, whatever. Granted I have no children of my own but my niece and nephews have tried this on more than one occasion whenever I was around. I have no tolerance for that kind of stuff, AT ALL, so guess what I did. Yep, I just walked the hell off and let them do their thing. Guess what else? They got over it (especially when they realized that I wasn’t stuttin’ them). Lol I dunno, like I said, I don’t have kids so all this shit I’m talking may fall by the wayside if I ever decide to berf a baby but I’m holding strong for now.
FYI....I think this may be the longest post I've ever had so read at your own risk. lol
I think I’m down from my natural high of Obama-Biden win last week so it’s probably safe to post. Lol I’ll do a recap of the past two weekends since I didn’t mention anything about my trip to Nashville (aka, Nashlanta, Nashvegas, Alantaville……*sigh*) These are just a FEW of the ways the locals describe that place. Lol More on my adventures there in a hot minute.
This past weekend was most uneventful BUT our house is mighty clean! I vacuumed, swept, mopped, scrubbed cabinets, dusted, cleaned ceiling fans, washed clothes, sheets, rugs, dogs, my hair. I think I may have even tried to wash Z’s hair! To say I got carried away is an understatement but I had to because while Z made a valiant effort at cleaning up while I was out of town the weekend prior…...his clean just ain’t my type of clean. He does just enough so it doesn’t look sloppy. Lol He recently bought a steam cleaner, ya know like the kind you can rent at the grocery store so he was ready to clean some carpet. He wants to do it once/month since we have two pets and all. I argued that was a bit extreme but hey I’m not the one doing the actual labor so whatever.
The weekend in Nashville was fun as always. I love seeing my BFF and her college buddies (who I now consider my friends as well). I left home at around 2:30 or 3 that morning so I could arrive early, not have to deal with a lot of traffic, and speed so it wouldn’t take as long. My only concern was having to deal with creatures of the Bambi variety. I would add the link from that post about my previous Disney adventure but I don’t remember when I did it so oh well. Feel free to browse the archives though. I saw a good handful of deer between Little Rock and Memphis. I just talked to them to make sure they stayed in their lane so I could stay in mine……at least until I passed them. Lol
Once I arrived we hung out for a bit and then took off to go to the pep rally. Nothing special about that but I did see some gay dudes JSetting (Jett Setting) and some trannies. I have video and pics but my cam is at home so I’ll upload later. To say it is entertaining is an understatement. We took the kids out trick or treating at the mall later that night since it was Halloween. My BFF has a 1 year old and her sister (who is now staying with her…more on that later in another post) has an 8 year old. It was boring as hell but the highlight was this lady dressed up as a Krispy Kreme employee. Her name….Kristy Crème. LMAO!! She was decked out with a KK hat, an apron, a too short dress, a white jacket to cover up the ass that showed because her dress was too short, white tights, and skripper shoes!. I tricked her into taking a pic with my friends nephew (the 8 year old) so that I could capture all her on film. I‘ll upload that too once I figure out how to block his face out.
Saturday included the parade, tailgating, and partying that night of course. Prior to us going out that evening my BFF and her sister got into it. This is nothing new to me. My BFF, her twin brother, and her sister always argue….ALWAYS! And it’s ALWAYS about the dumbest shit known to man. I’ve known them since I was 9 years old so I just shut up, listen, laugh, and wait it out. Well that evening, her sister was cooking something (I can’t remember what exactly) and my BFF made a comment about how she felt it should be done. Next thing I know her sister is going off, my friend is going off, and I head upstairs to curl my hair. Lol One of the college buddies eventually comes upstairs to where I was at and whispers, “Have they always been like this?”. I just nod my head and laugh. I told her best bet was to just stay out of the way because they would be done in about 20 minutes or so and sure enough I was right. Well it turns out little sister was REALLY po’d because she straight up left the house. LMAO! So I keep getting ready and the others do as well. About 30 minutes pass and I ask my BFF had she called her sister. She says yeah but she’s not answering the phone. Then she starts going off on a tangent about how she knew she would try and ruin this weekend for her blah blah blah. I just looked, shook my head, laughed, and told her both of them were acting like kids. Well lil sis eventually comes back and as soon as she walks through the door my BFF is all over her like white on rice. “Where did you go? ….Why didn’t you answer your phone?.....blah blah blah” I kindly (not really) told her just to shut up and let her cool off because the last thing you need right now is for your babysitter to remain po’d and leave again because we (pointing to the others) don’t need a babysitter and are going out with or without you. LMAO!
We finally get ready, give each other the girlfriend “you look good!” stamp of approval and are ready to leave out the door. My BFF takes the baby, let me remind you that he is ONE, over to her nephew (who is EIGHT) and sits the baby on his lap and says perky as hell, “I’m ready!”. *blink blink blink*
Me: Are you going to go upstairs and tell your sister we are leaving so she knows the kids are down here by themselves? BFF: She’s not even talking to me, what am I supposed to say? Me: Are you for real? BFF: silence Me:*pushing her in the bedroom so the kids don’t hear me cuss her out* Seriously, both of ya’ll are way too old for this shit. She’s not talking to you? What are you supposed to say? That boy is eight years old…your baby is ONE use some common sense.Take your black ass upstairs and tell your sister, who is gracious enough to watch your child, that we are leaving. BFF: But….. Me: Put on your big girl panties and grow the fuck up….for real.
So she does and we leave. After we all got in her ass in the car, we did surprisingly have a very nice time that night and a remainder of the weekend. Sunday was a relax day and Monday I left. All in all a fun time was had even if I did almost have to choke a beesh.
Ya'll, I've been ROBBED!! One of those crazy loons that you see or hear about on the web stealing Obama yard signs got to our house this morning! It happened between the time of 10 a.m and 1:30 p.m today. How do I know you ask? Because it was still in my yard when I returned home from one of my doc. appointments and when I left to go to the other doc appointment it was gone. Maaaaaaaan, I'm PISSED! So pissed I decided to go file a police report. My anger still had not stifled while sitting blind as a bat in the eye doctor's office, so I made the executive decision (while trying to read the eye chart no less) to go see the po po's.
I sent a text to Z and he called me back laughing! Can you believe him?! I hate men sometimes.
Z: Are you really going to file a report for a $7 sign? Me: It was $8 and yes the hell I am. You got a problem with it? Z: Nope. You're gonna do what your gonna do anyway *chuckles* Me: You know what? I can't talk to your black ass right now. We've been robbed and you are laughing at me. Z: But Babe....it's just a sign. Me: It's more than just a sign....it's the fuckin principal. I feel violated. Z: Ok, baby don't get mad. Are you going to get another one? Me: And you know this. I'll talk to you later.
And that's just what I'm gonna do tomorrow. I will be marching my black ass right up to the HQ in North Little Rock, AR to purchase another one. I don't care if the election is next week. In my humble opinion, that's all the more reason to have it.........I just hope they have some for me to buy. They had just gotten a shipment in when I got the 1st one. *sigh* Wish me luck!
Anyway, I did file the report. I just got back a little while ago. It was fairly quick and painless. I had to wait about 30 minutes because they were grilling some guy (I was sitting right by the interrogation room) they had pulled over about riding around with weed in his car. Once I heard them in there, it helped to pass the time as it was quite interesting. I didn't make out everything they were saying due to the background noise in the lobby but basically ole boy said it wasn't his. lol Is it ever? LMAO.
Enjoy the vid. It's Nappy Roots doing what else....AwNaw! lol
Candidate: Ladies Jordan High Heels
