Some Women Are Something Else… had to go there/BLOG

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So….. tonight I’m just rambling. Thinking about triggered things before I lay down to sleep.

There’s this gurl who lives in my building, she has to be about 28 ( a “kid” to me.. my daughter’s that age). Very nice pleasant. She always smiles and speak and also have a bubbly personality like I do. Every time I see her, she’s always chatting with someone in a good mood.

This one night maybe about 1 in the morning. I went downstairs to the lobby to talk to security about the dog next door to me and its barking. He told me that the new neighbor will be in shortly from work and that she’s very understanding and friendly. When she came in, we talked. She told me that her dog will be leaving in the morning to live with a friend because she’s gotten complaints from the front office about him. That was cool. We stayed in the lobby and chatted with security for about an hour plus just the 3 of us…..

When….

HOMEGURL * the nice friendly one* WALTZ in staring at me… like I stole her dayum lunch money. At the same time walking towards HIM… but staring at me REAL MEAN. So, I’m saying to myself…. gurlyougotmemessedup….. we’ll tear this lobby up tonight! I never in my life had a fight…. but the way she was looking at me…. I had to turn my head, then look back at her to see if she was looking at me. Now, I usually laugh at women like that. But when she walked in, she changed the WHOLE ATMOSPHERE. She didn’t say Hi… or nothing. She came in and posted her no-shaped body….right next to him. He’s a nice guy, he was looking like… “gurl what’s your problem?” He’s a Virgo too… so I know he checked her real good when we left. Anyway…. she never spoke. Me and my neighbor.. caught the elevator to our apartments and dueced out!!! LOL

Last week… didn’t I see that…  NO BOOTY HAVING SPONGE BOB SHAPED gurl in the lobby talking to HIM?  Keep in mind.. he’s been working here almost a year.. and before that night…. I NEVER KNEW HIS NAME. I speak to everyone, smile.. and keep it moving. Now, I’m walking up to building looking at the security counter before I walk in. I could see them. So, I said to myself.. she always speak and make conversation with me, and I don’t like to jump to conclusions about a person. So, if she speaks to me.. Okay… maybe that was ME the other night “feeling some kinda way”. I said now, if she throws me shade… it was her all the time, and that means she likes the security guy and feels some kinda way about me. I walks in.. looking cute… and says “Hey…. how yall doing?” She’s looking down at her phone… LOOKING REAL MEAN * LOL*.. He’s looking at me, and we speak at the same time. I looks at her… as I’m walking to the elevators.. She took a looooooong pause and FINALLY said “hi”.  It was so low, and dry. LOL She never looked up at me… totally out of character for her. I don’t even know this child’s name.

MY point is….women STOP IT. STOP! Why must we do this to each other? What is the point? Some women are so territorial about these men. And for what? Now, I have to be on guard when I see her again, instead of looking forward to a funny and friendly conversation with her in passing. I’m also a friendly person. I speak to everyone, never have an attitude. I don’t see how women can devote time and energy into other women with this MESS. Its so petty and time consuming. Grow up!

I look forward to having my Sisters Only Gathering. I have a lot to say.

Be Blessed!

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Sisters Only/ Weight Loss Update/ Detroit is Home for Me

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Hey,

 Every time I think about being back home in Detroit from Atlanta…. I’m reminded of all the things that I’ve helped out with concerning my family, that I wonder how things would have turned out, had I not been here. I must say, since God said so first…”I am exactly where I’m suppose to be”. I love Atlanta, and I wouldn’t mind having my own apartment there, but for now…. Downtown Detroit is home for me… and after 2 years…. I’m finally okay with that.

 I’ve lost a total of 20 pounds!!! Yes! Walking Mon-Fri has really helped me to come down. The part that makes me happy is that whenever I hang with family and over eat, I know how to get back in the ring and get it off. I know how to eat, and I pay attention to my body. Its a challenge to me to reach a goal. I still have a long ways to go, but its challenging getting there…which is not so bad.

I’ve been hanging with my Sisters this past week. I love them so much. I want to put together a gathering for Sisters Only. But if you’re an only child and have a good friend who you call a Sister, that would be just fine to attend. I found out that when you get along well with the Siblings you grew up in the home with everyday , that you’re likely to get along with other women easily. For me…. I will never ever engage into a disagreement or anything physically with another woman… my thought is this…. if I don’t fight or fall out with THE SISTERS I LIVED IN THE HOUSE WITH EVERYDAY AS KIDS… why would I give negative energy and time into women outside of them? To me…. that’s equivalent to SUICIDE. Now that’s my thought on it. I’m so happy that it doesn’t have to be that way, because I have great friendships, and I LOVE all of my friends dearly.

In putting together “Sisters Only”… I want to teach women that its okay to have debates and arguments with your sisters because of difference of opinion. I’ve learned that my sisters and I have debates a lot because we ARE DIFFERENT.  But our LOVE  for each other is so strong, that debates and opinions HAS NEVER OUTWEIGHED that day and time of being together. Its not important to carry the difference of opinion into the next day, or month. For us, its not about being “right”.. its only about being able to express how we each feel. Lets be real…. we all feel like we’re right. After we debated it out and it dies down… we laugh, talk about who was the loudest, who had the best point and then its over. I think Sisters Only will help sisters to understand each other better. That is okay… that you’re not on the same page all the time.

I just had to post the above photo. I remember my momma giving us that eye. LOL We use to be scared… we knew if we didn’t stop what we were doing bad, it was on and poppin. Hehehehe

Be Blessed