You know the old saying….if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. Rollo and I were sitting around one day complaining about our parents.  Flashback….this was a loooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago.  One of us was still in school….that’s how long ago it was. Let me backtrack.  We have a cousin who is no better than worthless.  She’s 39, will never keep a job, and has 4 kids that her parents raise.  She goes to jail to keep from having to get a job or be responsible for anything.  The list is endless…..just know she’s worthless.  My aunt was fussing at Rollo about something and Rollo said that our parents didn’t appreciate us.  THEY COULD HAVE HAD WORTHLESS INSTEAD…..but they didn’t.  They had good kids who went to school, worked hard, never went to jail, weren’t on drugs, didn’t have a house full of kids that we weren’t taking care of.  You get the gist……we were good girls.

I remember talking to my mother one day and at some point in the conversation I told her that she should be happy with the daughter she had because SHE COULD HAVE HAD A CHILD LIKE WORTHLESS.  She didn’t get it.  She said something completely off base and it just flew over her head.

My point…….appreciate what you have or go get something/someone/a situation that you WILL appreciate.  You like your sister’s meatloaf so damn bad…..you should have married her.  But since you didn’t….appreciate the woman that  thought enough of your crank ass to even make you some damn meatloaf.  You admire the way Sister Jones sings in the choir.  Then marry Sister Jones ass.  Otherwise, if you’re not going to compliment the woman you DID marry on her singing…..just be quiet.  You don’t have to comment at all ya know?  You like the dedication your ex had to working out?  You know what I’m about to say……you should have married her treadmill ass.  It might not even be too damn late to do that.  But don’t sit up and tell my girl how you wish she worked out like your ex did because when she tells me about it I’mma advise her to hit you in the damn head with a brick……you unappreciative ass.

Nothing irks me more than to hear somebody rave over what someone else has done and not show appreciation for the shit they have at home.  If you’re not going to appreciate your wife’s meatloaf then AT LEAST be decent enough to stop talking about your sister’s.

Jackass.

I had a much more happy joy joy and shit type post ready for today.  Well today ain’t happy joy joy and shit.

The Brown Blogger said I should have posted and told my readers that I didn’t have anything to say instead of just not saying anything….cause my blog look abandoned.

Hmmmmm

Any damn way

I know people who always smile at me and shit….telling me how great and happy everything is.  I used to envy them.  Hell I wanted a life like that…..all happy and shit to the point where it had me smiling all the time.  I’m 32 years old….less than 90 days away from being 33 and I’ve learned something.  Those hoes are lying allllllllllllllll the damn time.  Yep.  Lying.  It’s not that good and when it is good they keep it to themselves because they want to hold on to it.

TJ always says that people need to quit lying to themselves.  I’m beginning to agree.  To hell with not doing it for yourself.  Think about aiding humanity and your fellow mankind.  If folks weren’t always aiming for that happy happy joy joy shit all the time then they’d have more time to live life.  What I’m saying is that so often people are getting caught up in striving for that shit that they miss out on opportunities to just enjoy the moment they have.  Here is a hardcore example.  *I keep thinking we all know men and women like this but it might just be me.  I’m known for having suspect ass friends*  A single woman dating might miss out on dating a good guy cause he’s not like the guy her “FRIEND” has.  See…her “FRIEND’S” man writes loves notes and shit…cooks dinner and shit.  mmmm hmmmm…..let me tell y’all fools something.  I had a man that did that shit once upon a time.  He wrote me love notes and shit….talked about laying in front of the fireplace drinking wine and being romantic.  Mmmmm hmmmmm…..well his ass was married to a couple other women at the time.  Stop being impressed by simple shit and then missing out cause you’re holding out for that dumb shit.  (Yeah at the time I bragged about it….but in hindsight….it’s dumb shit).

I’d be a fool to sit up and spend all my time thinking about what TJ’s husband does that mine doesn’t instead of enjoying what mind does (when he does something).  That’s an extreme example….but it’s common.

Make sense?  If it doesn’t make sense to you….stop and ask yourself if there is someone else you keep comparing your situation to…..cause I might be talking about your ass.

Just to let you know what kind of mood I’m in….I just skipped all the neo-soul in my iTunes…..and pressed play on Mr. Hit Dat Hoe by Treal Lee.

Almost the end of a long day.  You know the gospel song I Know I’ve Been Changed?  I think that’s how I feel today.  But not in a good way.  I’m off balanced and uncomfortable about it.  I received a note from someone who knows me via the internet and I believe it was EXTREMELY inappropriate due to its tone.  Recently, my husband has been talking about the internet’s promise of bringing people together and it has.  The internet has brought together new friends and formed families.  The blog world is a good example of families…there are intimate circles, long distance cousins, and black sheep.  I have always had an aversion to mofos coming at me too familiar.  You can listen to folks like Creoleindc if ya want about me being nice….but I’m not.  I am very critical in selecting who I let in.  This person obviously feels as though they have broken that barrier and have a place in my intimate circle.

See….I thought it was pretty clear to discern whether or not you had made it into the circle but apparently I’m wrong.  My line in the sand has faded away.  Talk about being pissed.

I didn’t mention it to my other half because he would tell me I was overreacting and that the person didn’t mean any harm.  Well hell I know the intent was not harm….BUT….don’t come at me like you’ve broken down the barrier if I haven’t let you in.  It’s that simple.

My initial reaction was to reply to the note and explain…..you don’t know me son! But I didn’t.  Let me tell you why.

1. Something in my gut is holding me back…..right now.
2. My husband will ask me why I snapped off and I really don’t feel like trying to explain it to him.  He’s one of those social people that likes other people and is open to forging new relationships.  He’ll think I’m being bitchy.

So right now I’m just marinating on it.

I’ve gone soft since getting married. I know it. I see it.

Soft…..not stupid.

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