Because I said so

How is there still creeping and secret lives being lived when everything is public knowledge and we ALL live on social media?  You would have to be one cut off from society human being to still be cheated on, to still be creeped on and unknowingly be with someone who has a entire relationship, family, life, separate from the one with you. My bet is that you know girl, you just playing like you don't.  Prolonging the breakup. Concealing the smoke. Breaking every fan in sight.  Excuse me if I have no cares for you, no Kleenex for your lonely teardrop. As women, we have to do better. For ourselves, for our children, for our foundation in society. Who's going to respect us if we don't respect ourselves?   Pause for that.  Even if you don't have children yet, what are you exemplifying to your future? Are you a role model or a doormat? Take less, do more. 

1) Lie about dumb shit, for no reason They could have told the truth but don't want any ill feelings towards them so they lie even about something so small and unnessary because now it's a habit. They can't stop it like an addiction. A ball of mess twirling out of control.  2) Never volunteer information They might tell you... But only if you ask. I mean really though, who would think to ask if you are really telling the truth about something you're already supposed to be telling the truth about? It's a ridiculous situation but the liars feel so justified in neglecting the truth on the basis that they were never asked for it in the first place.  3) Let you do most of the talking  They don't want to incriminate themselves anymore than they already have. They will silence themselves to get their lie in order. You have to ask them a question to get an answer because as we just learned, volunteering is out of the question.  4) Cut their phone off at night This one i

You can't make everyone happy. As much as you so desperately want to. The secret, I just found out, is to do what makes you happy. You can't please every Tom, Dick and Harry and you can't keep up with the Joneses. So what do you want to do? Ask yourself. Because it's your life, not theirs, so live it. 

It's so easy to move on to anew when the last wasn't true You could do so much better he only pushed you back In their worlds he couldn't be any deader in your eyes nobody could pick up the slack He was wrong to them but so right for you You didn't want to be without him so you knew exactly what to do Make the bed lie in it you knew exactly what you were doing Until you can't keep a meal down, pull over I gotta spit the person that you were loving was not the same person you were screwing They change, don't they or were you just acting dumb from the jump You know how to stay in the lines You're smarter than what you portray too late now you got that "love" bump Or was it right on time? Planned Pregnancy

Mothers, where does the time go? Just around this time two years ago I was praying myself to tears every night that my baby to be was born healthy, birthed naturally, bundled with all love that I possessed. Now I am planning for her birthday, in less than 20 days my little one with be turning 2. Wow. Like really, wow! I can see flashes of everything happening in super fast forward right now. My pregnancy, her birth, her first shots, her first tooth, her first real word, her first steps, her first birthday and now we are on to the next. Where did the time go? Man I used to have a freeze time button, where did I put it?

1) DO NOT text and drive. I don't care if I always do it and if I almost run over the curb. You ain't me so just don't do it. 2) DON'T slam no damn doors. Especially if this car is in my name. Oh no... Point Blank Period.  3) DO NOT switch lanes without using your blinkers. First of all it's rude af, secondly it's mad dangerous. These people CAN NOT drive and if you can, you would be defensive and use your blinkers.  4) DON'T be honking your horn or mean mugging people because they can't drive. What does that really do for you? I was pregnant in New Orleans, in the car with my crazy baby daddy during a crazy driving traffic debacle where a finger pointing and cursing out the window session lead to a man pulling his gun out on us. I do not need to relieve that again.  Just drive your dumb ass on and leave them where they are. 5) DO NOT cross two solid lines. That's simple, don't you know the rules of the road? 6) DON'T have your phone

As I am catching up on my reality television shows I notice that "Marrying The Game" Season 2 is on. I've only seen one episode of Season 1 and during the time that the Season ended until now I had begin to follow The Game on Instagram as well as his old female assistant. So, after watching the first two episodes of Season 2 I am very interested in the relationship between The Game and his fiance Tiffney because I can relate to them and I love shows I can relate to. Let me present a question to my male readers: When you, as a younger gentleman, find yourself a nice, sophisticated, presentable older woman who has her head on straight, nice job, financially stable, etc. etc... do you think that all of these admirable qualities you love about her when you first met her will decline or erase after you get with her? I ask this because on episode 2 of Season 2 of Marrying The Game, Tiffney and The Game had a conversation about him being a rapper and learning how to turn dow

We as parents, especially as mothers, want so much for our children. We want them to be good kids, to be great students, to be better than the others and more importantly better than us. We try our best to give them everything that they ask for, way more than they need. We work hard everyday to provide, protect and parent to the very best of our abilities. But the best intentions usually equate to the worst children. Once you give them everything, they start to expect everything to be given to them. They don't know the value of hard work or a hard earned dollar. They float through life like they are better than everyone else because they look better, dress better, speak better. Well until they get around their friends, the friends who you forbid them to hang with because of their appearance and reputation in the neighborhood. But that very group is who your "angel" is drawn to because of their dangerous and mysterious appeal. "The forbidden fruit." The gol

"If you can't have what you want, start wanting what you have." That's a nice quote isn't it? Uplifting, reassuring? Well I don't completely agree with it. How about "Never settle for less than you deserve." Yeah I like that one a lot better primarily because this is your life and you should live it to the fullest. Never compromise. I think that a lot of us are doomed from the beginning. If you're smart, you're a nerd. If you're dumb just pick up a basketball and snag us a scholarship. What we fail to tell our children is "that is not all you're good at." One thing about shooting hoops to earn a scholarship is... (taps the glass ceiling) you might want to work on being a scholar as well. Most children will ditch classes to go to the gym and practice their jump shot. Stop leading these kids on, thinking they can substitute a ball for a book. Oh and don't be so quick to pull out your camera phone when lil R

Long gone are the days of helping your fellow man just because it was the nice thing to do. Men would hold the door for women and youth would hold the door for their elders. People would just do things, not because they were getting anything in return... just... because. But of course everyone knows that what goes around comes around so if you do something nice for someone, someone will eventually do something nice for you. That reminds me of the movie "Pay it Forward." It opened my eyes to things that were and have already in my control, I just never exercised the power. I will be completely honest and say that sometimes I fall short. When I  really  don't feel like doing something, I do it anyway and repeatedly say to myself "persevere - you're going to heaven. It's trifling I know but hey, that's my motivational speech to myself. Without it lots of people would be stranded, hungry or salty because I have given plenty a rides, delivered plenty a f

My daughter goes to Daycare once or twice a week; one so I can go into work and two so she can get a little schooling from professionals and time with kids her age. Because she does n't go that often I have to bring her diaper bag every time she does come unlike the regulars who have all of their neccesities in a bin that they fill weekly. My daughters bin only holds an emergency diaper, a blankey and whatever paperwork they need to give me when I come. My daughter's teacher who I like very much is very attentive and she told me the teacher that relieves her for her lunch break put Mallory's emergency diapers in another child's personal bin but she knew that they were Mallory's because she is the only one with those kind of diapers in the class.  Now people I may be cheap on myself but I am cheap on my child. She gets the best diapers, which are Pampers brand and she gets the best wipes, which are Pampers brand. Whoever says Huggies are better for little girls

It's been two months since I have spoken to you beautiful people. It has not been intentional nor was it a mistake. I just have so much to say these days, so much on my mind, going on in my world that instead of interpreting it, I have just been living it. I will catch you all up this month. I cheated on you blog with my iPhone notepad but only to make a few notes so that once I reunited with you I can make sure to include some key points. Random: I miss New Orleans. Ok, now that New Orleans is out of my head, lets talk about these past two months... 

Why did I go to a place in my dreams last night, that I had been before? I was telling the people in my dream, which happened to be my play brother Torrance and a girl whom I can't quite remember, that I knew this place and I was telling them what they should look out for. It was very strange, like I was trying to familiarize myself with the building and all around me the people and the events were happening exactly how I remember them happening the first time I visited this place in my dreams.  The dream wasn't the same though because I was catching events mid way, meeting situations from a different angle and finishing people's  sentences as they were talking to me. It was definitely a weird experience both during and after my dream.  Am I getting too old or do I dream too much that I have to recycle locations and missions. Am I maybe in a place in my life that I have been before and am trying to re-navigate out of this place a second time? Only time will tel

It's easy to be a low key hater. It is sad when you do not know that you are the hater friend until you are caught in the middle of hating. Some people are created to call the shots. Natural born leaders. And some people are, well... not. But just because you are not the shot caller does not mean that you have to be the hater. If someone tells you something out of sheer consideration and extreme happiness you can either: a) smile at the introduction, gasp at the climax, clamp your hands in excitement at the conclusion b) grin, nod and shake your head during the whole story c) interrupt mid sentence, regret that you have to run and dash out of the nearest exit Let me also add before your decision making, that this person is just a friend of a friend, not your bestie and not your family member. If they talked to you, fine, it they don't even better. Okay. So what's your choice? A, B or C? I know you're probably thinking that a) you're nice b) you're okay

I always seem to find myself in between a good man and a bad boy. There is just something about bad boys that always seem to prevail. Their anger towards everything, the mystery behind their anger, the way their eyebrows curve when their angry. No one could have told me that I would have bypassed all of my bad boy obsessions only to fall in love with a good man. I mean a really good man. A really good man who treats me so well, beyond my widest dreams and expectations. Check? What's a check? A really good man who pays for everything! That's a really big improvement from the last bad boy relationship. He made money only to round up all of this homeboys, buy them each a new outfit, a fresh pair of shoes, take them to the club, pay for VIP entry and pop bottles... I am totally shaking my head as I write this, but it is indeed all true. I have such a good man. He knows his job and he does it well. It's like a breath of fresh air every time we're together. I want to ru