Errythang That Glitters Ain't Always Gold

Well, I told y'all I had a lil update right. Ummkay, so, I met what seemed to be a perfect man when I moved. He was like Prince Charming, or a Knight in Shining Armour or sumpin ridin in that old wo out truck. He really did come through in a pinch, and I am so thankful, and guess what y'all, he only charged $20. Hold up, u say, $20??? OMG!!! Yup, u heard right, soooo, that should be my first sign right? Ummm, WRONG! I didn't see it like that. So, he asked for my number, but I turned it down and took his instead. I texted the next day (ackin all coy and thangs) and told him thank you again for moving me and helping me. We talked on the phone for about 2 hours. He was so intelligent and had so many of the qualities that attract me. This went on for a couple of days We have so much in common, blah, blah, blah, crappity crap and stuff. Even after all the good convo, I had this waaaayyyyy deep down doubt. The weekend (and his payday) came and no call, no text, no nothin. First thing Monday, it started right back up, so I did a lil investigating and found out some, WTH, WTF, Ohhh M Geee type of stuff. This was so deep it made my forehead sweat. I gotta learn to depend on that gut feeling. I'm so thankful it didn't go any farther. Oh well, I dun figured it out, errythang that glitters ain't always gold... BACK TO THE DRAWIN BOARD!

Well, What Had Happened Wuz....

I'm human, I know. No matter what, shiggity happens... I realize that, but does it always hafta happen to ME? I have prolly like the most pared down laid back life, but I'm ALWAYS ALWAYS SWAMPED! There's always sumpin (yeah I said it) goin down in my life or within my teeny tiny circle of folks. Well, I've moved from a pretty decent sized house to a itty bitty yes its so precious coochie coochie coo type of apartment... BUT WE GOT A POOL THOUGH! It took me a week to pack up the life of Sonya & DeMarius. It took about 4 hours to unpack it all. I drive a Suzuki, my BFF had a Kia Truck, and my nephew had the muscles outta this world along with a WHOLE LOTTA ENERGY! Three trips from the old place to the new one and nonstop movement, we're almost done! This happened on a Thursday night. So, Friday night me & D camped out at the new place, slept on the floor cuz repo dudes from my office were supposed to bring the furniture on Saturday and the cable guy "Sam" HI SAM!!! was comin to hook up Cartoon Network. Repo Dudes called and said, no, we can't do it today cuz the weather's bad and we don't wanna ruin your furniture and BLAH BLAH CRAPPITY CRAP, and dear flicted Sonya says, ummkay, that's fine. They agreed to come on tomorrow. AND OF COURSE ON SUNDAY THEY'RE A FRIGGIN NO-SHOW! So, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we camped out on that hard beautifully carpeted floor. By Monday morning I was walking with a limp and had a headache THIS BIG that was screaming for Excedrin and 1/2 of an inch away from a lil teensy weensy mini nervous breakdown cuz I STILL DIDN'T HAVE MY FURNITURE! And then my BFF, my ABC, my right hand, my homie in the hood made a few calls... An hour after her phone call, I had everything I owned in one place... And it only cost $20... NOW AIN'T THAT SUM FABULOSITY?! AT&T just visited yesterday to hook up some internet, so just as soon as I remember to get that phone cord, imma try blogging on the regular. We'll see what happens... And the dude that moved my furniture... Well, now that's another post :) PEACE & HAIR GREASE FOLKS!

Catch up... I promise I'll try and do better

Hi y'all! Happy MMX (2010). How's it hangin? It has been a WHILE since I've been here. Lemme give u updates.

Well Marcus has made an almost 100% recovery. He is at home, he uses a cane because he's still a bit weak, of course most of the time, the cane is on his arm. He's so much better and it's all because of your outpouring of love. We really appreciate it.
I started smoking again... GASP! But I'm back on the Chantix again, taking it as directed, I'm doing really good I think. I am definitely taking things slow though. When I quit this time, it'll be for a lot longer than 10 months!
I'm totally healed from my surgery. That went well. I am empty as a bypass hooker's brain and I feel SO MUCH BETTER! I did some of my own research to find out the actual name of my problem. I honestly feel like it was Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I had every one of the signs and symptoms and now, ALL GONE! I have no more swelling, no bladder urgency, my skin has calmed down tremendously and I haven't had 1 sugar spike (diabetes) since my surgery. I feel great!
My business, Epiphany Frostings, is doing it's own thing. I stay busy, but new customers are always welcome. I feel so blessed to now be doing something I love. I'm feeling more and more content with my life.

To each and every one of you that follow my blog, you are appreciated.

Stay safe! I'LL BE BACK.

Superwoman

I'm fake and I just realized it. Faker than a $4 bill. Faker than a pack of blonde 79 cent bargain rack hair at the beauty supply store. I didn't know... At least not until today.

I'm everybody's cheerleader and everybody's friend. I can be superwoman. When trouble happens, I'm the one to call on. My shoulders are always free when someone needs to lean. I'm the life of the party. I can make you smile when you're down and give you a reason to laugh when u wanna cry. I've always been that way. I attract the type of people who are in need. That means that the majority of people that have come into my life are only around for a season. No one seems to want to stay for a lifetime...

I'm everyone's everything girl, and I'm sick and damn tired of it.

Hell, I want to lean. I wanna fall into someone's arms and break down and cry and shake and scream until I have no tears, no voice left..... But I can't... I've gotta be strong for you, and you, and you, and you! I'm tired of smiling, acting like all's well in the world. It's not. It's crumbling around me... I can't fix it. I have this uncanny ability to solve everyone else's problems, but mine, no, mine are all my own's. I can't take it to them, they won't understand.

Bullshit, woe is me, crappity crap. Not to worry though, it'll be all over in the morning......SUPAWOMAN TO THE RESCUE!

Prayer Changes Things

I wrote last time about my cousin Marcus. He's doing better y'all! He's been moved into another room though still in ICU. He's still on Dialysis, but things look so much better now. Marcus is still on the vent, but it's no longer in his mouth, he's been upgraded to a trache in his neck now. He can mouthe words, so you can have a two sided conversation with him. His attitude is coming back too, he's rolling his eyes at the nurses. He's been in the hospital about 3 weeks now and to progress from a dire prognosis to smiling and eye rolling, we're seeing miracles right before our eyes! I saw him two nights ago and it took everything in me to keep from shedding tears. I was so happy to see him looking so good. He's still running a bit of a temperature, but I think that's to be expected for a little while. I talked to his sis and she says that she does appreciate all the love and prayers and even if she can't say thank you to each and everyone personally, you're definitely in her heart. Don't stop praying y'all. Prayer Changes Things!

Life's Handed us Lemons... We're Waiting on the Lemonade

Well, it's been a while since I've spoken with you guys. So much has happened. I got a call, one week ago today from my cousin at the hospital. She was frantic. Our like a brother, homey in the hood, bestest cousin Marcus got sick. He has been borderline diabetic for a very long time. It caught up with him. Normal levels are around 120, his sugar spiked to over 1600! His kidneys shut down, he was on the vent and once I got there he was sedated & nonresponsive. This is my son's God-Father. The one that dreamed big dreams with me when we were kids and one of the only friends I had that was true. He's still with us but his progress is slow. He's on dialysis but not 24/7. His kidney's are functioning barely. His sedation isn't as strong, so he will open his eyes and squeeze our hands. That's definitely a blessing. It's been so hard seeing him like this. I've heard all my life that whatever doesn't kill us makes us stronger, and I believe that. Our family is a praying family so each and every one of us have been speaking positivity and life into Marcus one on one and gathered together. I hate to see my family down, but it's so wonderful to see how much he's loved. I wonder if he knows. The majority of his graduating class has been in his room by his side. Preachers and their families, neighbors, sisters and brothers from the church... Just watching his story unfold has opened my eyes to so many things. It's awful that we take life for granted and just expect the next day to be handed to us. It's not promised. Everything we do now determines what happens the next day, next week, next year in our lives. He's only 34. He hasn't lived yet. I have been keeping tabs on his progress and back and forth to the hospital just to hold his hand. I didn't realize just how much I loved Marcus until we almost lost him. Keep him in your prayers and I will be sure to update!