Diary of a Queen

***warning: lots of randomness***

I feel the need to check in since I rally haven’t said much lately. Mostly because all has been well in the Queendom. I’ve become the boy’s personal assistant the past few weeks, his social calendar is fuller than mine right about now! LOL

I’m annoyed that my ankle is not getting better as fast as I’d like it to. The therapist has basically told me that my injury is as un-textbook as it gets and they aren’t sure what the best course of action is. They can’t decide at this point if its just ligament or possibly nerve damage because of the nature of what, where and how it hurts. In the mean time, twin’s party this past Saturday made me come to grips with the fact that I’m going to have to make the best of this flat shoe thing. I was in the mall last week and I saw some styles of both clothes and shoes that I can make work with me so I’m off this weekend to go work on putting together my ‘flat shoe style’. Stay tuned, I may post a pic…lol

Work is trying to put me through some hoops as of the past week. Looks like they are trying to back me into a corner regarding this travel thing. Because of the switch up back in June/July its becoming a big todo about me not traveling now that I’m in consulting, which is not where I was initially hired. To not draw out the long, elaborate story of the past few days, I’ll just say that I have a few sit downs coming up over the next few days that will be defining moments. Once the ground settles, I’ll post the outcome.

I had a bomb dropped on my by a family member a few days ago that I’m still reeling from. I can’t divulge it just yet because not everyone in the family has been informed and some of the fam does drivebys here. But I wasn’t prepared at all, just didn’t see it coming. But as the more understanding and accepting one in the fam, everyone else’s reaction to the news is going to be ‘interesting’ to say the least.

Speaking of fam, looks like I’ll be in the war zone I call home for both the holidays this year. My grandmother has fallen ill so a lot of my fam will be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas is G-Mommy’s and the boy’s holiday together so I have to get him back up home for that. Pray for me…lol

I think that’s all… at least at 4:35pm on Friday anyway. That is subject to change minute by minute…lol

It’s Friday, I’m coming home and I’m happy as hell. That has nothing to do with this You Tube moment but so what.

Would everyone please stop using “Bringing Sexy Back” as their name, description, party promo, first born child’s name!!! This expression is ringing high on the list of 2006’s Most Overly Used Expression. Care to add to the list?

I ‘borrowed’ this from who knows where. I thought it was cute…and I ain’t really got much to say so this is what you get…lol

Two Names You Go By:
1. Tot
2. Twin

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Tan woven pumps
2. White cardigan

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. Brutal honesty
2. Endless laughter

Two Things You Want Really Badly At This Moment:
1. This BP role at work
2. A healthy gift certificate to Ikea (*Sigh* I’ve become one of ‘those people’)

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. Reading almost anything
2. Watching movies

Two pets you have had:
1. Az – the family dog when we we’re kids (Yes the dog’s name was Az…blame my goofy Mama for that one; you can’t image having to explain that one as a kid: “No, Az, not Ass, Azzzzz”)
2. I can barely count the one in number 1, I don’t even like animals

Two people who will fill this out:
1. Twin – she likes this kinda stuff
2. Cristy – she does too, if she can the time before the wedding

Two things you did last night:
1. Learned all the postions in football at the boys’ almost rained out practice
2. Shopped for school supplies at midnight to beat the madness that will ensue the entire tax free weekend

Two Favorite Places to eat:
1. Frontera
2. Pappadeux

Two things you ate today:
1. Sausage and cheese crossaint
2. Cashews

Two people you Last Talked To:
1. That cute Navy guy
2. My favorite past coworker

You know, the downside to blogging is that it takes away from any other creative writting. I’ve gotta find a balance between the two.

That is all.

*Note*: this post contains some sexual content. Anyone who doesn’t want to hear about me and anything sexual of nature (read: Monroe), do pass Go, do not collect the desire to bash in any man I ever get involved with (Monroe!)

If this is not you, you may continue reading.
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Work is still my excuse to post “filler”. I thought this was really cute, so I’m sharing.

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:

I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it.”

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.

And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat
sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s property or ever arrested for any crime.

It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!

I could post a real entry but I got so much going on with work, that it would just take too much energy to talk about it. In the meantime, I see this email that describes people based on their birth month about three darn months. My month always is rigth on point so I’ll post it. I’ll catch you on on work-life issues once all the dust settles.

———-FEBRUARY BABY ——————–
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.
Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.
Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.
Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest
and loyal. Determined to reach goal s. Loves
freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves
aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.
Gets angry really easily but does not show it.
Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends
but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn.
Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.
Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the
inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.
Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

Spiteful Loner

You are 57% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.

You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself. Combine these traits with your hatred of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Not only that, but you are also a very humble person–not a braggart at all–meaning you could possibly have low-self esteem. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn’t care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven’t gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.

4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.

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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 65% on Rationality

You scored higher than 8% on Extroversion

You scored higher than 65% on Brutality

You scored higher than 17% on Arrogance

The Personality Defect Test

Is it socially acceptable to have a stand-in, imaginary boyfriend until you get a real one? Ok let me rephrase, that sounds a little crazy. He’s not imaginary; he is a real person; I just don’t know him personally. His name is Dwele, and I fell in love with him about as fast as he fell in love with me ( “I Think I Love You”) . He’s been serenading me, telling me how if I keep on doing me just I do me, he’s gonna have to make “that change” (”Keep On”). He acknowledges his pimpin’ dreams(”A Pimp’s Dream’s”), but recognizes the reality of long lasting love (”Old Lova”) and comes back home to me. He’s making me feel special about nothing at all just me (”My Lova”) . But most of all he’s a man that’s all about love, real love and those are a type that is few and far between nowadays. I’m gonna hold on to him tight until somebody comes along to do what he does.