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excuse me while I toot my own horn...
I am a bad bitch...any man that ends up with me is the luckiest man alive...I can cook, know how to keep a clean house...I know how to treat a man but I also am very independent and have a life...I have my own paid for car (ok, its a Kia, but it's paid for) and my own money (that I handle quite well thank you)..I'm not sore to the eye, and I know how to have fun...ok, I have commitment issues, but I'm not jealous or possessive...quite the contrary, if you act like an ass I just wont fuck with you...it's like you never existed...

Today choclahontas moved in...getting her stuff out was storage was a little tricky...that ADHD set in and I had to redirect her a few times...but I realized that I could put her jimongous mattress on the roof of the van...I put the bed railing on top and used that to strap that bitch to the roof rack...DAMN, I'M FREAKIN SMART...and save myself from spending money on a uhaul...the blob and I dragged that thing up FIVE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS...
the blob did help, I won't lie and say he didn't...but he got tudinous and wanted to run to the store...he unloaded the car...choclahontas's neighbor decided today was a good day to cook shrimp, so she started wheezing...so I dragged that stuff up the stairs...oh yeah, we were on the clock, had to get whirlwind by 5:30...
it was a work out...I have the bruises to prove it...

then off to target where I ALWAYS spend too much money...

but while in target I got a phone call from sexy...he was in a jam...really? I don't fucken think so...I have an issue with acknowledgment...if you're living in my house and I'm taking care of you the way a woman should, it would behoove you to acknowledge me...people get it twisted...they think because I've been single for more than a decade it's because I can't get a man...no, it's cause you're not the RIGHT man...I am soo far from desperate...
so you let your babymama disrespect me and my girls and you stand by and say nothing and don't even acknowledge that you stay in my home? fuck you buddy...that's why that relationship lasted a month...right fatlady? eight days from acknowledgment till the bags were packed? don't play me...I told him "it's funny that you stood by and let me get dissed and couldn't/wouldn't acknowledge me...not even to your boy, but you can't even turn to babymama to help you in a time of need...who do you run to...I'm not grimy, and I live by the code of the street and you are foul and so cut off"...(ma, who says "foul" anymore)...what did he say? big bear will ask...what could he say...

speaking of bigbear, yesterday was her birthday...I was so wrapped up in my stuff that I did not acknowledge her...
bigbear is my rolldog (ma, who says that...ugh, you're soo old fashioned), my righthand, my partner, my friend...I could not be where I am without my mother, without her unconditional support...we talk at least ten times a day...we could talk for an hour...hang up...and someone will forget to say something and call back...for another hour...never mind I see her almost every day...we keep our privacy, and totally have our own lives but we jokingly call her "information central"...poppy says shes the straw that stirs the drink...she knows where everyone is at all times...if you can't get in touch, either call her or just go to her house...we are all grown up, but she's been in that apt for 31 years and had the same phone number for at least 25 years...folks know that mama or Nana (as she is known) will be there...bigbear is the fashion queen...a new outfit for every occasion...even just to teach her old ladies tai chi...she taught me soo much, like always look your best AT HOME...how to be a virtuous woman, a good wife, and a good mother...I want to be where she is at um, 29...beautiful, smart, accomplished (to us ma, to us) ma, this toasts for you...