End of another year

Let's see, what have we all learned after another year? Anybody?

I've learned that you still can't change anybody.

That you really do have to try and please yourself bc you can't please everybody. However, not if that means you hurting another.

I've learned time really does fly by even though there are periods where you feel it has stopped.

I've learned that children really do listen to what you have to say, even though you think it falls on deaf ears.

I've learned that old people really do get cranky and senile.

I've learned that people you think are your besties are not always what they seem.

I've learned that when you take different meds to even out your depression you can gain 1,000 lbs without trying.

I've learned that I could actually purchase condoms for my son so I don't become a grandma in 2015.

I've learned that we are never ever done learning, and teaching things.

I've learned that I still love Christmas and all it entails. I love saying Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza or Feliz Navidad.

I bid you all a peaceful, loving and safe end of 2014. Kisses and thank you for reading.

Shopping with significant others...

In the last few weeks, I have heard my girls complain about shopping with their significant others. Even when I have one, I know better than to go shopping with them. I shop with friends. Friends don't ask "do you really need that?" or "I don't think so and so would want that." They have either had a man act like a petulant child, meaning he was either riding in the basket, aka Matthew, or taking selfie's of himself sitting in a chair or laying among toilet paper. Oy! Who needs that? If I wanted to shop with a child, I would borrow Michelle's grandbabies. At least they have an excuse for their behavior.

Another friend told me how her experience was not so much that attitude, but her trying to buy for others and he's trying on clothes for himself. Ummm, do that on your own time buddy. At this time of year, if you are shopping together, genuinely it's for a present, and not for your arse. I told her I would have left him and continued along my path. He has a cell phone, he knows how to call or text when he notices you are gone. If he is posing in the mirror, he doesn't even notice you have left.

I told all my guys, your purpose when shopping with your woman is this: Push the cart, or carry the items, help take them to the car, no pouting, no bitching and if need be, slap some duct tape on their mouths. You could try the trick I used to do to my beloved's when they were little and get out of hand. Get real close to their face and pinch their arm and say really quietly, "if you don't sit down, shut up and act right, I will kill you when we get to the car!" This always changed their attitudes. My kids are smart like that, they know they can push but when Momma breaks to death threats, and gives you the grandma Korol look, you know you better fly right or you're going home in the trunk, if you're lucky.

In closing, remember peeps, the escapade of shopping is for pleasure, do not make this a chore for your lady. 9 times out of 10, she is shopping for people on your list and doing you a favor, so appreciate her taking time out of her bizzy schedule to get things for you and your annoying family or friends, and shut the fuck up!

Kisses to all.....

My men friends aka my Minions.....

Ever since I was young I've always had more male friends than female friends. I don't know if it was where I lived or because I have always been a guys girl. Sure I call myself a Princess, however, (that name was given to me, I did not name myself). But I'm really not foo foo or too girly. I do like sparkly eyes and blingy jewelry but I can get wet in the rain, I can slum around in sweats without make up and not have a seizure. When I date a guy I take off my make up at night, so they know how scary I really am, it's just part of life and who I am. I have no facade, what you see is completely what you get with me. If you haven't noticed that already kids. lol...

In the last year,  some of my younger mens have developed love relationships with great ladies. I normally don't have a problem with any of their ladies unless something happens and then I try to keep my mouth shut and suck it up and try to use my manners that Mum has beat into me, sometimes to no avail, but she does get an A for effort. The beauty of when my mens get gf is that I suddenly get gifts for my birthday. I get cards, or like in Matthew's case the lovely Karebear cooked me lunch, made a cake from scratch and appetizers too. It was truly lovely. I got to hang with Matthew and watch football, drink beer and play with the dogs, and she catered to us. She is such a love and why I don't expect gifts, it's always nice to receive them. When I had my birthday outing Thrilla's lady Tracey, bought me a card and something else but I had had a few adult beverages by then. I just remember reading the card the next day. But again, they didn't have to do any of that. For me, just you taking time out of your busy schedules to spend a few hours with me, was enough.

Only recently have I lost a men to his lady and you know what? That is his journey to take. The last time I spoke with him to my knowledge, nothing was wrong and he said that I would be getting an apology from her for a misunderstanding. Next thing I know he's not returning texts and I hear it's bc of something I said. Ok, if you say so. People have to do what they feel is right for them. Initially, I was very hurt bc I trusted, loved and appreciated this guy for 2 years. So it was quite the shock not to have my Waffle House partner to depend on. I wish them nothing but the best. You don't want to be my friend, no worries, you don't have to be. But we all know, I'm fantastic and always good for a few clumsy laughs.

Till we meet again kids, Kiss Kiss, Hug, Hug and Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza and Feliz Navidad!

My baby is growing up, sniff.......

Beloved #2 has a new girlfriend. He's had a gf before but that one only lasted a few weeks. When you ask him why they broke up he will tell you 'because she was crazy and I wanted off that merry go round', at the time, dude was 16 and he still has more brains than his Mum. Maybe he has learned from my past.....I asked him if he broke up with her via text and both my sons chimed in " Do we look like douchebags to you?" touche' sons, well played. I know 40 year olds who just disappear so I applaud when a man breaks up like a man. Ahem.

This new gf is in chorus and as you may remember beloved is in musical theatre. I think they compliment each other nicely. I met her briefly, as he was making her dinner on my pre birthday moovie night. Since they wouldn't be together Thanksgiving, he wanted to do something special for her. (cue the ahhhhhhhhhh's) He is his mother's kind hearted, loving, and even thoughtful son. Beloved #2 is over 6 foot 3 and his gf is shorter than I. I am 5'6 AND she wears flats. hahahha I had to laugh bc as it is even when I wear heels I'm looking up to him. Maybe he just carries her around like a little puppy or doll.

This past weekend both beloved's went to my high school bff and helped her huzband hang outdoor lights. She was too gracious and over paid them but I digress. He barely had the money in his hands for 10 minutes and he wanted to go to the mall to this character store to see if they had a stuffed Penguin bc that is gf's favorite. (again, cue ahhhh's) He is so adorable with this new love that I envy him. Don't we all remember when we were in the first stages of deep smit with a new love? Sigh, it's nice to see that he hasn't become jaded by me or his lovely father's dating comments. I can only imagine how those have improved over time, not.

As this giving season continues, I just hope beloved and his love remember to think about what they say, do and how they act so they don't lose this current feeling. All love ages and we take our partners for granted, but we don't have to. Just remember how this feeling feels, and I bet they will keep that love train running on the right track.

Till we meet again kids, Kiss Kiss.

Thanksgiving or in my case every 7 or so years...MY BIRTHDAY!

When I was younger my Mum would make us our favorite meal for our birthday. I was always so excited because my meal was always cabbage rolls with meat and rice. Yummmo! But I remember one year it fell on Thanksgiving and I was somewhat annoyed because I had to spend it with people I didn't really care for. Let me explain. My parents always invited people who didn't have plans or family for the holidays. This particular year, this douche that worked for my Dad, was coming. He was such an elitist and really had no reason to be. Dude was gangly, ugly and just down right boring. But alas, I had to be nice, which anyone who knows me knows, I don't do nice.

So this year I was outside, being in south Florida I could do that, and douche and his then girlfriend, whom was pretty as I recall, shockingly,  come up the stairs to our apartment. He made some comment and I mumbled something snide, I'm sure you all cannot even fathom that, and not 10 minutes later Dad came out to have a chat. My Dad was NOT the authority parent, that fell to Mum but in his defense, she did do a bang up job with it. Anyhoo, he came out and told me something to the effect that today we need to be thankful because it's a day we celebrate our friends, family and whatever else spin he was trying to put on it. I know it may hard to believe, but I could be rather bratty, not so much anymore, hee hee...

As I look upon this Turkey day, it happens to fall on the Princess birthday yet again and me and my sons, and Mum are heading over to my BFF from high school, Stephanie's hizzy. I can only imagine how delicious this meal will be as her huzband is an Executive Chef and she is quite the hostess with the mostess. I'm convinced this moniker was named for her. I will be bringing Lobster Mac and Cheese a favorite of my sons, and Cheesecake Factory's Pumpkin Pie cheesecake, I think I just gained another 10 pounds. Bleck.

I wish all of you and your family a very happy, safe, and drama free holiday! Kiss kiss...

Babies, Fall and Me

I don't know about you all, but I love this time of year. I love the cooler temps, the changing colors of the leaves and bushes, I love the wind and the smells of Fall.  And who doesn't like some Football with the hot pants? I guess you could say, I am in love with Fall, and that's ok. Fall won't lie to me, Fall won't ignore me, and Fall will never be mean to me.

Growing up in FL, I remember this time as cooling down some, and though there wasn't a whole lot of foliage going on, I do recall my hair wasn't so difficult to style and for me, that was a major plus in my somewhat slack routine. Sooo wasn't the Princess I am now about hair and make up. I barely wore make up in FL because when you have a tan, why put on blush? My cheeks were always rosy anyway so it was redundant. I barely swiped my lashes with mascara, much to the horror of my Mum and BFF. I remember both of them were always trying to get me to apply mascara and eye shadow but alas, I can't be forced to do anything I don't want to do. THAT still has not changed in my 900 years of me.

Another reason I love this time of year is it's close to Beloved #2's birthday, he's an October baby and now I have my other BFF who is due in October,  it may happen in September, but it's still Fall and it's still something I will now add to look forward to. My birthday is in the fabulous month of November, so obviously, that is my favorite month. Beloved #1 is a February baby, so that's my second fave and then October. I also love Halloween and we all know what month that's in. Complete win win if you ask me, Fall is the diggity bomb!

My spectacular friend that is giving me my second  nephew, is due any day, and the rest of us are so excited. But as a new Mom to be and after hearing all the labor horror stories we all told this past weekend, she's a wee bit nervous and perhaps even a smidge terrified. I keep telling her, we were all there. No one can truly prepare you for your first labor, delivery and hospital stay with your first child. You've seen too many movies, shows, and heard way too many people's labor stories. But she is a trooper and I know my gal Holly will be a pro her first time. She's one of the strongest people I know. This baby is going to be quite lucky with her and her huzband for parents. Both of them are artistic, (not autistic people), fun, intelligent humans and I know Grant will be just as amazing as they are because he will have the best of both of their talents. I just hope his head is big enough for how much brain he will be born with. By the same token, I don't want an alien headed nephew either. Hmmmm, what a conundrum.....Till we read again, Kissy Kissy.

Vertigo...the best dizzy condition there is....NOT

This week I had the delightful return of Vertigo. For those who don't know what this is, it's when your mind decides to f*ck with you. It's quite similar to having one too many adult beverages except when you wake in the morning, it doesn't leave. You experience dizziness, feeling foggy headed (which let's be honest, I already suffer from this without help), sometimes a headache will accompany it. The worst I had ever had was the very first time I was graced with this affliction. We were at my Mum's house celebrating her birthday, so it was August. I had a sinus infection a few weeks before and they thought maybe that triggered it. I go to get out of my parent's bed, since there was four of us, they gave us their room. Beloved #2 was 10 months, and just the cutest, naturally. He woke me up to change him. I picked him up, the room started spinning, and I literally, threw him to his daddy and ran to the bathroom to throw up. I then laid my arse down on the bathroom floor and didn't move. Baby daddy came in after an hour and dragged me out to the side of the bed because he needed to take a shower. Yeah, don't worry about me down here almost paralyzed, take your shower, yea, nice. I say paralyzed as any movement to my head and the room would spin and instant nausea hit.

After 8 hours of laying in this same spot, they called the ambulance as I was dehydrated not being able to drink and or eat. Great diet, right? Anyhoo, my Beloved #1 was soooo cute telling the paramedics to 'take care of my mommy'. Now he would probably just tell them to move me because I was blocking the TV and he couldn't play his games. Love you Skyler. :) My Mum rides with me to the hospital and they inject me with saline and then give me an anti-nausea medicine. After a few hours they let me leave since Mum was a nurse, they knew I would be ok. Back to bed I went and stayed there for 3 days as I could not sit up without puking. I have to do the unthinkable and let my baby daddy drive us from Chattanooga to our home in Lawrenceville. Haven't I suffered enough I ask?

Since that began  17 years ago I occasionally have a recurrence. Thankfully, nothing as bad as the initial time. Usually, it starts when I roll over to the right for sleep, and my body sends a message to my brain that says "ABORT! ABORT!" and I have to roll over either on my back or to the left.

There is no cure, but they give you meds like you were sea sick. I have tried accupuncture and this trick my ENT showed me. You'll love this little nugget, you lay on your side and wait for the spinning to stop and then you roll, yes I said roll, to the other side in a complete circle to move the crystals back into place. Basically, Vertigo is a condition where the "rocks" in your ears become loose and offset your balance. By doing this trick it's supposed to put them back in the correct spot. Sounds fun, right?

Hope you all have a lovely weekend and until we meet again, kissy kissy.