"There are notes between notes, you know." -- Sarah Vaughan

Sunday, August 29, 2010

This is my foot...

It is short, fat and brown like me! I did my own pedicure this weekend and my feet feel like a baby's bottom.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I thought I would never be this person but...

I let someone else's good news make me feel bad on Tuesday.

A friend of mine announced on his Fbook page that he and his wife's baby is due the first week in January.

Admittedly my VERY FIRST response was "That's so great!" I hit the like button before anyone else.

Then I started crying. I went to the bathroom and stood in a stall and said to myself, "what the hell am I crying about?!"

I couldn't stop crying but I forced myself to because I had a meeting to attend. I wiped my face but it was obvious I had been crying. I said I had a bad headache when asked if I were OK, which wasn't a lie: my head was hurting from trying so hard to not cry in front of these people.

Meeting ended, I went BACK to the bathroom and cried. Then I went back to my desk.

Finally, I left work early and went home, crying all the way (it's an 8 minute drive, thank goodness I didn't use public transpo that day!).

I got home and the screen door was locked so I lay against the door crying and knocking and Mr. SLS came to the door and asked "what happened? what's wrong?! are you hurt?!!!"

I cry/snot/short breath bursts blurt out that somebody was having a baby and it was due when our baby would have been due and then I ran upstairs and lay on the bed and cried into the duvet cover. He came up and rubbed my back and hugged me until I fell asleep.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Dysfunction Junction

For years now I've been witness to a relationship that grows more and more dysfunctional each day.

In the past I would listen to each person complain and gripe about the other one and offer advice for how things could be better, but then I realized that these people don't want things to change. I stopped caring.

Don't get me wrong, they don't like how things are either, but neither one is willing to meet the other even a tiny bit of the way so they are stuck in this neverending cycle of disrespect and drama. And, for various reasons, these people can't or won't just walk away from each other. This is one of the reasons I limit my visits home.

You see, this dysfunctional couple is my mother and brother.

Despite ALLLLLLLL my mama's grandstanding, my brother lives in her basement again. Is he paying rent? No. I know this because my mama talked about it really loudly all week to be sure he heard her saying it.

Does he help around the house in little ways, such as taking out the trash, washing dishes, buying groceries, paying the power bill? No.

Did he come to the hospital with us when I took our mom for her surgery? No. Did he ask how she was doing when I came home to pick up a change of clothes for her because the doc had decided she needed to stay overnight at the hospital? No. (I should note here that the reason I went home for her surgery is because she asked me to come as she said she could not count on my brother, you know, who lives in the house with her everyday).

No, he complained about how she's so mean and ugly to him and nags him all of the time and is nosy and won't let him bring women to the house. *blink*

So to sum up: my mama continues to complain about my brother mooching off her, while allowing him to mooch and my brother continues to complain about her while doing whateverinthehellhewants with a bunch of stank attitude on her dime.

Gotta love family. I will continue to love mine from right here in D.C., many states away from them.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Ring(s) Around the Rosie

I generally wear my wedding rings everyday, but I take them off at night and if I'm running late I might forget to put them on.

On Tuesday I told Mr. SLS that I was doing drinks after work with some friends on Wednesday. He said, OK, cool. I went to bed late Tuesday which made me oversleep on Wednesday and I was running late and forgot my rings.

Yesterday morning Mr. SLS playfully noted that I had forgotten to wear my wedding rings the day before with the implication being that I was out doing something I had no business the evening before when I was supposed to be "getting drinks with friends."

Of course I wasn't and he knows I wasn't, but this made me wonder: would you notice if your spouse wasn't wearing their wedding rings?

I think the wedding ring thing meant more to me BEFORE I was married than it does now, as I realized that rings on or off, I'm married.

But I know some folks think of their rings as a status symbol -- not the size of the diamonds or whatever, but the fact that they signal "I was chosen. Somebody cared enough about me to make me his wife."

What do you think?

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Hide ya husbands!! #antoinedodson

Yeah, yeah I've been away from the blog for a long time and not giving y'all any love.

Well, it's summertime, can a sista live? LOL!

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