I took yesterday off from work - I decided this on Sunday and that was a much needed lazy day. Now, I'm rested, rejuvenated and ready to end 2009 strong.
The Holiday
Wednesday afternoon I received a post on my FB page that my freshman year roommate was in town. She wanted us to meet up Wednesday night but since Mr. Me and I already had plans to have dinner at ToolTime's house - I didn't see her until Thursday morning. At first I thought to change plans and meet up with her on Wednesday but Mr. Me preferred to go to ToolTime's. I started to protest because I had not seen my roommate in 20 years - but then I remembered that we do what I want to do 90% of the time and this was one of the few times Mr. Me expressed a preference. It was great seeing her - but I'm glad we stuck with our original plan.
Mr. Me and I were at ToolTime's house when her parents arrived in town Wednesday evening. We hung around and talked for a while. Mr. Me never meets a stranger so there wasn't an awkward moment...for him. I'm not sure if the Aviator was nervous about meeting ToolTime's parents but he seemed to endure pretty well.
Thursday morning we got up and went to the gym. My knee held up well - so no major damage there. I actually did some work Thursday while sitting under the dryer and then we headed to ToolTime's for dinner. After dinner, Mr. Me got schooled in Dominoes by ToolTime's Dad while her Mom and I took a nap. At one point EJJ (TaeBo's toddler) stood by my head yelling TAZZEE!!! over and over again. At first I thought I was dreaming - then I tried to ignore him because SURELY someone would say something to him. As soon as I lifted my head to respond to him, he points to the dog and says "the dog woke you up"...I told ToolTime that she has developed toddler ears after spending so much time with him because she doesn't even notice the yelling.
So after the place was cleaned - we sat down to play Candyland. I lost the first game but then I won the next two. I'm not a very good winner because I commenced to dancing around the room proclaiming that I was the 'Queen of Candyland' - EJJ did not like that at all. Next up: Chutes and Ladders. EJJ won the first game but guess who won the second game: ME! This time my sore winner antics really ticked off EJJ - he proceeded to slam the game shut. I'm sorry but stuff like that tickles me. Especially since I didn't want to play but ToolTime forced me. I guess I get that from my mother - she used to tease me when she'd beat me in games, I think that built my character because I'm not a sore loser, I take it in stride. I'm usually not as much of a sore winner - I just do it to kids. Does that make me a mean person?
Anyway - after I laid the smack down in Candyland and Chutes and Ladders, we went to the Hawks game. The Hawks lost...
Friday I had to go to work - but I only stayed 2 hours. Initially I was going to work a half-day, but once I reviewed the information I came in for, I left. Ms. Mack (baby sister) and Lil Mack (nephew) came over and we headed up to NC to spend sometime with family. When we got to my UncleDad's house there was a full Thanksgiving spread. When he said they were going to cook, I thought they were going to fry some fish or something. So we had Thanksgiving twice. As suspected - Mr. Me won them over. It was his first time meeting my Uncle from Cleveland and cousin from Cali. The elders were sitting at the dining room table. There was one seat left and we thought my Aunt was going to take it. Mr. Me had his plate at the bar, prepped to watch the basketball game...until he went into the dining room to get some beverage. My UncleDad proclaimed that the last seat - at the other end of the table was for him. As Ms. Mack, my Aunt and I giggled, Mr. Me proceeded to grab his plate from the bar and take his seat opposite of my Uncle (who sat at the head). While we watched the game and talked about female stuff, we would periodically hear bursts of laughter from the dining room. I told Ms. Mack that Mr. Me could talk with the best of them but she didn't believe me. True to form, he hung strong with my two Uncles, their cousin, another man their age (family friend) and my cousin.
THEY LOVE HIM!!! So much so, that when I walked in the room with my pants leg rolled up to let my skinned knee get some air - my Uncle from Cleveland asked if Mr. Me did that to me. I said yes - he pushed me down the stairs. UncleDad didn't blink an eye and waved his hand at me proclaiming "he would never do that" - I felt betrayed....LOL.
After dinner and fellowship, we headed South to Charlotte. I dropped Ms. Mack and Lil Mack off at my big sister's house. We chatted for a while. While my two nephews were playing a video game and the ladies (My two sisters, my niece and me) were chatting at the kitchen table - Mr. Me was chatting up my brother in law. My brother in law that is not very sociable was chatting it up with Mr. Me. Like I said - that man never meets a stranger.
We headed back to Atlanta Saturday and Mr. Me drove all the way - that was a first. I love to drive and he does a lot of driving for work, so we normally split the driving. Well I was ti-red and slept most of the way. Not once did he try to hand the wheel off to me. That touched my heart.
Oh and before we left my UncleDad's house Friday evening - apparently he pulled Mr. Me to the side with a bit of advice. He told him to spoil me to the point that no other man would want me - that's how he's kept my Aunt for over 40 years. I think Mr. Me took that bit of advice to heart.
Saturday evening was gamenight at ToolTime's house and Sunday was football. After I checked my email Sunday to find that we'd met the deadline for our project, I decided to take Monday off. I didn't even turn on my work laptop Monday. Mr. Me stayed the night Sunday and got up early to go make sure the Teen got off to school on time. His initial suggestion was that the both of us would get up early and go - but I shot that down. I wanted to sleep until I couldn't sleep anymore. Plus, when he stays the night and I have to go to work - I usually leave him sleeping in the bed. His work day doesn't start until 10am and I STAY jealous at him peacefully resting while I head to work. So Monday, I wanted to see how that felt. And it felt GOOD!
Yesterday we lazed around when he got back. He cooked breakfast and we watched some episodes of Monk I taped. Then we put in the first season of The Boondocks and laughed (while in and out of sleep).
It was a perfect day....until we got a dreaded phone call. I won't discuss the details until the situation is worked out, but it was a reality check for my fantasy relationship and what I'm getting into being a step-mom. My prayers for my future marriage just got even more specific.
Overall - I had a great holiday. Much needed time after such a hectic November. Now I'm ready to end the year strong.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Update - VERY Random
I'm still very much in love - did you think otherwise? This is the longest I've been with someone and didn't at one time think of walking away from the relationship. I like to share these little milestones/firsts with Mr. Me - he likes them too.
If you follow me on twitter - you'll know about this, but Mr. Me has a friend that teased him about our relationship. I knew the guy gave him a hard time due to some comments on FB, but I didn't know the magnitude. The guy got on him about joining church, rooting for the Falcons and spending so much time with me. Well this guy recently fell in love and Mr. Me was giving him a hard time. When I told Mr. Me that he should leave the guy alone, I learned the magnitude of his teasing. This guy used to call him whipped, ragged on him for waiting to get some and a host of other things. Mr. Me stood strong and bragged about our relationship - so one day this guy realized that he wanted what Mr. Me and I have. Mr. Me told him how he got me... Reiterated how he prayed for a woman like me and then he met me. I absolutely love how my man brags about our relationship.
So I've been working quite a bit lately. The Friday before I was heading to Charlotte (to see my Falcons lose to the Panthers - SHMB*) my throat started to hurt when I swallow - just like the strep. Well, what I thought was strep - the lab test never came back and the nurse thought it might be a viral infection. Well this time, it was a viral infection - when asked what causes it, the first thing she said was stress. I REALLY need to change some thangs because I CANNOT run around getting sick because of work.
Mr. Me met my football buddies when we went to Charlotte - he also met Serenity. She came to hang out with us for a while. I love how he gets along with everybody - I mean everybody! He's even taken to the guy that ToolTime is dating - his name will be Aviator. I'm finally giving Aviator a name because it looks like he'll be around for a while. So now Mr. Me is friends with my closest friends on FB and Aviator is his new BFF, LOL. He has totally infiltrated my life. Tonight he's going to meet ToolTime's parents...
I went to San Diego for work last week. I just knew I was going get a little rest from work. Nope - I was in the conference from 8-5. Prior to going to the conference I was emailing and conferencing with the folks on the East Coast - at night after the conference I was emailing with the folks in Hong Kong. Work is going to slow down a little during the first week in December (I hope) but then we get into our quarter close and it will get busy again.
So today I decide I'm going to buy myself something because I'd been working so hard. As I'm on my way into one store, I mis-gauged the curb and fell. I can't even say 'slipped and fell' because I hit the concrete hard. I tore a hole in my jeans, skinned my knee and I even let out a loud grunt on my way down. Of course a lot of folks saw me - one lady started to run towards me to help and I heard this other guy yell "Are you alright?" as he came toward me. I quickly yelled "I'm OK!" jumped up and ran in the store. It wasn't until I got in the store that I realized I had a hole in my jeans. Then when I went to try on some pants, I realized I'd skinned my knee - like a 12 year old. I'm one of the clumsiest folks I know, so I'm not surprised. I just hope it doesn't scar. ToolTime and I had a good laugh.
I normally reward myself when I lose weight, but because of my crazy work schedule my workout plan has been sporadic and my eating even worse. You might recall my pity party post on December 31 because I'd gained so much weight. Well, I've gained even more. Every day I say it's the day I'm going to get this thing together and then stuff happens. I was on a role this week with my eating and working out - Mr. Me and I have been doing this thing together. Then I turn around and mess up my knee... I hope to be able to have full movement tomorrow because tomorrow is my run day. I'm doing the Couch 2 5k program and I'm determined to run a 5k early next year.
I had an interesting exchange with The Teen recently - but I'll share that later.
Well, I think that's all for now. I'm sure I'll have some interesting tidbits to share about my holiday. Hopefully I won't wait forever to post about it.
If you follow me on twitter - you'll know about this, but Mr. Me has a friend that teased him about our relationship. I knew the guy gave him a hard time due to some comments on FB, but I didn't know the magnitude. The guy got on him about joining church, rooting for the Falcons and spending so much time with me. Well this guy recently fell in love and Mr. Me was giving him a hard time. When I told Mr. Me that he should leave the guy alone, I learned the magnitude of his teasing. This guy used to call him whipped, ragged on him for waiting to get some and a host of other things. Mr. Me stood strong and bragged about our relationship - so one day this guy realized that he wanted what Mr. Me and I have. Mr. Me told him how he got me... Reiterated how he prayed for a woman like me and then he met me. I absolutely love how my man brags about our relationship.
So I've been working quite a bit lately. The Friday before I was heading to Charlotte (to see my Falcons lose to the Panthers - SHMB*) my throat started to hurt when I swallow - just like the strep. Well, what I thought was strep - the lab test never came back and the nurse thought it might be a viral infection. Well this time, it was a viral infection - when asked what causes it, the first thing she said was stress. I REALLY need to change some thangs because I CANNOT run around getting sick because of work.
Mr. Me met my football buddies when we went to Charlotte - he also met Serenity. She came to hang out with us for a while. I love how he gets along with everybody - I mean everybody! He's even taken to the guy that ToolTime is dating - his name will be Aviator. I'm finally giving Aviator a name because it looks like he'll be around for a while. So now Mr. Me is friends with my closest friends on FB and Aviator is his new BFF, LOL. He has totally infiltrated my life. Tonight he's going to meet ToolTime's parents...
I went to San Diego for work last week. I just knew I was going get a little rest from work. Nope - I was in the conference from 8-5. Prior to going to the conference I was emailing and conferencing with the folks on the East Coast - at night after the conference I was emailing with the folks in Hong Kong. Work is going to slow down a little during the first week in December (I hope) but then we get into our quarter close and it will get busy again.
So today I decide I'm going to buy myself something because I'd been working so hard. As I'm on my way into one store, I mis-gauged the curb and fell. I can't even say 'slipped and fell' because I hit the concrete hard. I tore a hole in my jeans, skinned my knee and I even let out a loud grunt on my way down. Of course a lot of folks saw me - one lady started to run towards me to help and I heard this other guy yell "Are you alright?" as he came toward me. I quickly yelled "I'm OK!" jumped up and ran in the store. It wasn't until I got in the store that I realized I had a hole in my jeans. Then when I went to try on some pants, I realized I'd skinned my knee - like a 12 year old. I'm one of the clumsiest folks I know, so I'm not surprised. I just hope it doesn't scar. ToolTime and I had a good laugh.
I normally reward myself when I lose weight, but because of my crazy work schedule my workout plan has been sporadic and my eating even worse. You might recall my pity party post on December 31 because I'd gained so much weight. Well, I've gained even more. Every day I say it's the day I'm going to get this thing together and then stuff happens. I was on a role this week with my eating and working out - Mr. Me and I have been doing this thing together. Then I turn around and mess up my knee... I hope to be able to have full movement tomorrow because tomorrow is my run day. I'm doing the Couch 2 5k program and I'm determined to run a 5k early next year.
I had an interesting exchange with The Teen recently - but I'll share that later.
Well, I think that's all for now. I'm sure I'll have some interesting tidbits to share about my holiday. Hopefully I won't wait forever to post about it.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Busy Tazzee
It's been over a week since my last post. I've been a pretty busy lady. What have you been up to Tazzee? Well I'm glad you asked...
On Halloween we went to see Ledisi, Mint Condition and Eric Benet in concert. ToolTime, her new guy (who shall be nameless for now), Mr. Me and I had seats 5th row center of the orchestra pit. Prior to the concert we met up with SexyCool and her beau for dinner at The Harlem Bar. Dinner and the concert were great. We had a really nice time. The next morning, ToolTime and I hopped a plane for New Orleans to see the Falcons/Saints game. My visit to New Orleans was nice as always, but my Falcons lost... We got up bright and early Tuesday morning to fly back to ATL. I carried my sleepy tail to work while ToolTime took the day off. I should have taken the day off too.
My work week was SUPER busy. Each night I worked until 8pm or later. Friday I worked until 9 and that is unheard of - but I had to work late to avoid working over the weekend. I left Friday with plans to do some work over the weekend but once I got home that laptop never left the computer bag. I only see Mr. Me on the weekends and I'm not about to cut into our time with work - especially when I was here late every night.
Friday night, Mr. Me and I had a HUGE argument. Most would think it was small, but since we never argue it was huge to us. I mean we've had disagreements but this was a straight up argument with me saying curse words and him leaving to go for a walk. To calm myself down I took a bubble bath and put on some gospel music and cried. At no time did I think it was over between us or anything like that but I needed to get all that emotion out of me. By the time I got out of the tub, he was back. We talked, I cried some more and we fell asleep. The next morning I was still reeling from the effects of the night before (headache, puffy eyes) but all was well.
If I were to try to break it down, I would say that our relationship is 95% good and 5% not as good. That is why I make my 'why I love him' posts - so that during that 5% I can reflect. Well, Friday I didn't even think to come read my blog. I was on Twitter venting a bit and just like clockwork, Serenity reminded me of my 'Queen' post. I expect nothing less from that lady, LOL.
Saturday night I was invited to a birthday party for my stylist. There was a bit of a misunderstanding because I walked in with Mr. Me only to find that it was a Girls' Night Out type of function. After the night we had Friday, the last thing I wanted to do was be separated from my love, but I couldn't just leave and he didn't feel comfortable staying. So we were apart for about 2 hours. I had a good time being the karaoke host for the party but I was missing him the entire time. All the ladies at the party were married, had been married for a while and had kids. So I guess I could understand the need for a Girls Night Out. Maybe I'll be more into those functions when I get married - but until then, if you invite me on the weekend you're inviting Mr. Me. After the party Mr. Me came and got me and we met up with ToolTime and her guy for drinks. They went to the basketball game. Which, if I'd known the party was XX-chromosome only, Mr. Me and nameless could have gone to the game while ToolTime and I hung out with the ladies.... maybe.
Sunday was football. My Falcons won and the weather was perfect for tailgating. As a matter of fact, the weather was perfect the entire weekend. I am so glad I got a chance to enjoy it - so glad I didn't go into the office.
Next up - a trip to Charlotte, NC to see my Falcons play the Carolina Panthers. Mr. Me is going with us this time
On Halloween we went to see Ledisi, Mint Condition and Eric Benet in concert. ToolTime, her new guy (who shall be nameless for now), Mr. Me and I had seats 5th row center of the orchestra pit. Prior to the concert we met up with SexyCool and her beau for dinner at The Harlem Bar. Dinner and the concert were great. We had a really nice time. The next morning, ToolTime and I hopped a plane for New Orleans to see the Falcons/Saints game. My visit to New Orleans was nice as always, but my Falcons lost... We got up bright and early Tuesday morning to fly back to ATL. I carried my sleepy tail to work while ToolTime took the day off. I should have taken the day off too.
My work week was SUPER busy. Each night I worked until 8pm or later. Friday I worked until 9 and that is unheard of - but I had to work late to avoid working over the weekend. I left Friday with plans to do some work over the weekend but once I got home that laptop never left the computer bag. I only see Mr. Me on the weekends and I'm not about to cut into our time with work - especially when I was here late every night.
Friday night, Mr. Me and I had a HUGE argument. Most would think it was small, but since we never argue it was huge to us. I mean we've had disagreements but this was a straight up argument with me saying curse words and him leaving to go for a walk. To calm myself down I took a bubble bath and put on some gospel music and cried. At no time did I think it was over between us or anything like that but I needed to get all that emotion out of me. By the time I got out of the tub, he was back. We talked, I cried some more and we fell asleep. The next morning I was still reeling from the effects of the night before (headache, puffy eyes) but all was well.
If I were to try to break it down, I would say that our relationship is 95% good and 5% not as good. That is why I make my 'why I love him' posts - so that during that 5% I can reflect. Well, Friday I didn't even think to come read my blog. I was on Twitter venting a bit and just like clockwork, Serenity reminded me of my 'Queen' post. I expect nothing less from that lady, LOL.
Saturday night I was invited to a birthday party for my stylist. There was a bit of a misunderstanding because I walked in with Mr. Me only to find that it was a Girls' Night Out type of function. After the night we had Friday, the last thing I wanted to do was be separated from my love, but I couldn't just leave and he didn't feel comfortable staying. So we were apart for about 2 hours. I had a good time being the karaoke host for the party but I was missing him the entire time. All the ladies at the party were married, had been married for a while and had kids. So I guess I could understand the need for a Girls Night Out. Maybe I'll be more into those functions when I get married - but until then, if you invite me on the weekend you're inviting Mr. Me. After the party Mr. Me came and got me and we met up with ToolTime and her guy for drinks. They went to the basketball game. Which, if I'd known the party was XX-chromosome only, Mr. Me and nameless could have gone to the game while ToolTime and I hung out with the ladies.... maybe.
Sunday was football. My Falcons won and the weather was perfect for tailgating. As a matter of fact, the weather was perfect the entire weekend. I am so glad I got a chance to enjoy it - so glad I didn't go into the office.
Next up - a trip to Charlotte, NC to see my Falcons play the Carolina Panthers. Mr. Me is going with us this time
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Parenting
Y'all - I am not sure if I'm ready for all this!!! Mr. Me keeps telling me that I will make a great Stepmother (although he hates the 'step' part - I'll keep it in there for now) and perhaps I should just believe him and stop worrying about it. I mean, his kids are almost grown...
One of the first things I told The Teen (that shall be his name for now on) was that education is VERY important to me. This was during the breakfast we had after Mr. Me and I got engaged. I explained to him that I expect him to do his best in school. The first time we ever met I stressed how 9th grade was very important - that's when his grades really start to count and he needed to get serious about school. He almost got left back in 8th grade due to his lackadaisical attitude toward school. Not turning in homework, being late to class...things like that. Mr. Me was ready to keep him back but the school decided it would be best for him to go on to 9th grade. I think they were just tired of dealing with him.
When The Teen found out he might get held back he was devastated!!! Or he acted like he was - he even posted a semi-suicidal note on FB - something like "I wish my life was over." Mr. Me's friends were calling him - folks were in an uproar. Shortly after, his Mom made him shut down his page.
Thing is The Teen is VERY intelligent. I can tell by the conversations we have. He's also very manipulative and thinks he knows everything. I think I posted about the first time I tried to help him with his homework - I truly wanted to shake (and shank) him. He was just straight up lazy with it. I kept having to send him back a few times to re-do his study cards. Then one time he emailed a project to me for me to proofread. I sent it back with some questions/suggestions and this little knee-grow questioned everything!!! We went back and forth a couple of times until I finally told him to go with his idea and let me know what the teacher says - since he knows everything.
The problem is, there's nothing you can take away from him to make him do right. Mr. Me has tried everything; television, internet, cell phone (he still doesn't have one), in-house restriction, punching him in the chest...you name it. The Teen even told me that he only does enough to pass - which he isn't doing that because if he were, he wouldn't have had to go to summer school and almost repeat the 8th grade.
So now he's in the 9th grade and he got two Fs on his first progress report. He was immediately placed on restriction. He was disappointed when he couldn't go to a football game, but for the most part he wasn't fazed. I partly fault Mr. Me because he doesn't stay on him about his homework. He asks The Teen if he's done the homework, he'll even look at it. But he doesn't do a thorough review of it. I know this will be my task when we get married and I'm ready for it. I'm just not ready to hold back the shake/shanking and curse words that will form in my head.
This past Friday night I was over and The Teen brought in his grades. He tried to put them underneath some other papers in Mr. Me's room - but he really wasn't trying to sneak because he did it right next to me. Mr. Me says that The Teen loves the attention he gets from me and I'm beginning to believe it. I pulled out the paper and The Teen is still failing two classes!!! His lowest score was a 67 in math - a class that he also had 13 unexcused absences - WTH?!?!!? What frustrates me is that Mr. Me has requested weekly progress reports from the school and they won't send them. But the kicker was when The Teen had the nerve to say he was proud of his 67 because he brought it up from a 50. I.WANTED.TO.CHOKE.HIM!!! I said "You're proud of an F?!?!?" The next statement in my mind was "Now that's some ole bull#$%&!!!" but I didn't say it. I told him that he had to do better.
A couple of times on Sunday, The Teen alluded to me buying him something. First he said he's expecting great things for Christmas. I told him that bad grades don't equal great things for Christmas. Later he mentioned a face painting kit for Halloween. I asked if the school was having a party and where was the letter. He replied that his cousin was doing it - I asked was his cousin getting Fs? To which he replied that his cousin was getting As and Bs. There you have it.
After another comment from him about getting something, I sent The Teen a long email. I explained that the only job he had was to obey his parents and do well in school. The parent's responsibility is food, clothing and shelter. When he doesn't do his job, he doesn't get anything extra and even the food, clothing and shelter is minimal. I explained that I do NOT reward bad grades. If he had a NEED, I would do my best to meet it but the wants are denied as long as he continues to fail at his job. When Mr. Me asked if he got the email - he had this big grin on his face and said yes. Mr. Me stressed again that The Teen loves the attention from me. Personally, I don't think this is cute. We went back and forth a few times in email and I thought he got it.
Then yesterday he sent me an email: "Can you take me to Party City Thursday? I need to pick up some things." I replied: "You're joking right? Are you still failing 2 classes? If so, then no." He replied: "Ok, Thanks anyway"
WTH?!?!!?
I think I need to start saving bail money because I'm sure I'll have to shank him before it's all over.
Continue praying for me folks...
One of the first things I told The Teen (that shall be his name for now on) was that education is VERY important to me. This was during the breakfast we had after Mr. Me and I got engaged. I explained to him that I expect him to do his best in school. The first time we ever met I stressed how 9th grade was very important - that's when his grades really start to count and he needed to get serious about school. He almost got left back in 8th grade due to his lackadaisical attitude toward school. Not turning in homework, being late to class...things like that. Mr. Me was ready to keep him back but the school decided it would be best for him to go on to 9th grade. I think they were just tired of dealing with him.
When The Teen found out he might get held back he was devastated!!! Or he acted like he was - he even posted a semi-suicidal note on FB - something like "I wish my life was over." Mr. Me's friends were calling him - folks were in an uproar. Shortly after, his Mom made him shut down his page.
Thing is The Teen is VERY intelligent. I can tell by the conversations we have. He's also very manipulative and thinks he knows everything. I think I posted about the first time I tried to help him with his homework - I truly wanted to shake (and shank) him. He was just straight up lazy with it. I kept having to send him back a few times to re-do his study cards. Then one time he emailed a project to me for me to proofread. I sent it back with some questions/suggestions and this little knee-grow questioned everything!!! We went back and forth a couple of times until I finally told him to go with his idea and let me know what the teacher says - since he knows everything.
The problem is, there's nothing you can take away from him to make him do right. Mr. Me has tried everything; television, internet, cell phone (he still doesn't have one), in-house restriction, punching him in the chest...you name it. The Teen even told me that he only does enough to pass - which he isn't doing that because if he were, he wouldn't have had to go to summer school and almost repeat the 8th grade.
So now he's in the 9th grade and he got two Fs on his first progress report. He was immediately placed on restriction. He was disappointed when he couldn't go to a football game, but for the most part he wasn't fazed. I partly fault Mr. Me because he doesn't stay on him about his homework. He asks The Teen if he's done the homework, he'll even look at it. But he doesn't do a thorough review of it. I know this will be my task when we get married and I'm ready for it. I'm just not ready to hold back the shake/shanking and curse words that will form in my head.
This past Friday night I was over and The Teen brought in his grades. He tried to put them underneath some other papers in Mr. Me's room - but he really wasn't trying to sneak because he did it right next to me. Mr. Me says that The Teen loves the attention he gets from me and I'm beginning to believe it. I pulled out the paper and The Teen is still failing two classes!!! His lowest score was a 67 in math - a class that he also had 13 unexcused absences - WTH?!?!!? What frustrates me is that Mr. Me has requested weekly progress reports from the school and they won't send them. But the kicker was when The Teen had the nerve to say he was proud of his 67 because he brought it up from a 50. I.WANTED.TO.CHOKE.HIM!!! I said "You're proud of an F?!?!?" The next statement in my mind was "Now that's some ole bull#$%&!!!" but I didn't say it. I told him that he had to do better.
A couple of times on Sunday, The Teen alluded to me buying him something. First he said he's expecting great things for Christmas. I told him that bad grades don't equal great things for Christmas. Later he mentioned a face painting kit for Halloween. I asked if the school was having a party and where was the letter. He replied that his cousin was doing it - I asked was his cousin getting Fs? To which he replied that his cousin was getting As and Bs. There you have it.
After another comment from him about getting something, I sent The Teen a long email. I explained that the only job he had was to obey his parents and do well in school. The parent's responsibility is food, clothing and shelter. When he doesn't do his job, he doesn't get anything extra and even the food, clothing and shelter is minimal. I explained that I do NOT reward bad grades. If he had a NEED, I would do my best to meet it but the wants are denied as long as he continues to fail at his job. When Mr. Me asked if he got the email - he had this big grin on his face and said yes. Mr. Me stressed again that The Teen loves the attention from me. Personally, I don't think this is cute. We went back and forth a few times in email and I thought he got it.
Then yesterday he sent me an email: "Can you take me to Party City Thursday? I need to pick up some things." I replied: "You're joking right? Are you still failing 2 classes? If so, then no." He replied: "Ok, Thanks anyway"
WTH?!?!!?
I think I need to start saving bail money because I'm sure I'll have to shank him before it's all over.
Continue praying for me folks...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Queen
That's what I am. Mr. Me treats me like a queen and I love it!!! I never was the type to be pampered, but now that I've gotten a taste - there's no going back. I used to hear women say that they needed a man to treat them like a queen. Shoot, I even fell into that stream of thought - but I never really knew what that meant. I just said it because it seemed like something good to say. Now I know.
I think I've mentioned that Mr. Me ALWAYS gets the door for me. There are times when we're in a rush and I'll just go to the car door trying to get in the car. He's right behind me grabbing the door before I can. I think he's gotten used to my 'rushing' because lately he waits until he's at the door before he unlocks it. And every time - unless our stance is awkward - I give him a kiss on the lips and tell him thank you. Wait, that kiss might be more for me than for him ;-)
If we're walking and I have to stop and tie my shoes, he'll get on the ground and tie them for me. Now, Mr. Me is a foot taller than me so it takes a lot for him to get down there, but he does it every time. I love that!!!
Last weekend I bought a Swiff.er mop and was excited about using it. Mr. Me was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and I was planning to mop when he finished - well I get downstairs and he'd already mopped. I was a little disappointed and when I asked he just replied - 'it needed to be done, so I just did it while I waited for the water to boil.'
I shared with some folks on the MIA blog that he washed my clothes. Now this is one thing I repeatedly told him that I didn't want him to do. I just like my clothes washed a certain way. Well he stayed the night during the week one day. I left to go to work before him and when I talked to him later he said 'don't get upset...but I washed some clothes' He told me he just washed some t-shirts so I was fine with it. I thought he just grabbed some of my workout clothes. When I got home I pulled some of my delicates out the dryer and was a little upset - but he was so apologetic that I couldn't be mad. He wouldn't let me get away with the declaration that he is no longer to wash clothes...I'm thinking that will just be my job. No, he said that he will just learn how I like my clothes to be washed from now on. I have determined that I will just keep my delicates in a separate, hidden, hamper - just in case. While I was upset that my dress was placed in the washer and dryer - I couldn't help but appreciate him wanting to do yet another thing for me.
He never lets me carry anything. After the movie Friday night, I stopped to grab my trash so I could dispose of it on the way out the door - he quickly grabbed it from me. If we're walking out the house and I have something in my hands, he grabs it from me. During the summer, when he could stay over during the week, he ALWAYS took out my trash. Now I hate taking out the trash, LOL.
Let me make it clear, that none of these acts are done in a forceful, overbearing way. The independent, control freak that I am would not allow it. But he does it in a way that says I'm much too precious to do those things.
Most recently Mr. Me went tailgating with us. We've pretty much had an all-female tailgate for the past 7 years. We load up the truck, unpack, set up the grill, cook, etc. Well my boo pretty much took over this past Sunday. He manned the grill the entire time. ToolTime (control freak x 10) is our normal grillmaster but she sat back, relaxed and said she was going to let a man be a man.
There are many more ways that my fiance' spoils me but I just felt like listing a few. I always express my appreciation for these acts - I don't take him for granted in anyway. The thing is, I don't see this fading when we get married because I truly believe this is how he is. I see him displaying acts of chivalry with other women and I love it.
Yup, I'm a queen and I love being treated like royalty.
I think I've mentioned that Mr. Me ALWAYS gets the door for me. There are times when we're in a rush and I'll just go to the car door trying to get in the car. He's right behind me grabbing the door before I can. I think he's gotten used to my 'rushing' because lately he waits until he's at the door before he unlocks it. And every time - unless our stance is awkward - I give him a kiss on the lips and tell him thank you. Wait, that kiss might be more for me than for him ;-)
If we're walking and I have to stop and tie my shoes, he'll get on the ground and tie them for me. Now, Mr. Me is a foot taller than me so it takes a lot for him to get down there, but he does it every time. I love that!!!
Last weekend I bought a Swiff.er mop and was excited about using it. Mr. Me was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and I was planning to mop when he finished - well I get downstairs and he'd already mopped. I was a little disappointed and when I asked he just replied - 'it needed to be done, so I just did it while I waited for the water to boil.'
I shared with some folks on the MIA blog that he washed my clothes. Now this is one thing I repeatedly told him that I didn't want him to do. I just like my clothes washed a certain way. Well he stayed the night during the week one day. I left to go to work before him and when I talked to him later he said 'don't get upset...but I washed some clothes' He told me he just washed some t-shirts so I was fine with it. I thought he just grabbed some of my workout clothes. When I got home I pulled some of my delicates out the dryer and was a little upset - but he was so apologetic that I couldn't be mad. He wouldn't let me get away with the declaration that he is no longer to wash clothes...I'm thinking that will just be my job. No, he said that he will just learn how I like my clothes to be washed from now on. I have determined that I will just keep my delicates in a separate, hidden, hamper - just in case. While I was upset that my dress was placed in the washer and dryer - I couldn't help but appreciate him wanting to do yet another thing for me.
He never lets me carry anything. After the movie Friday night, I stopped to grab my trash so I could dispose of it on the way out the door - he quickly grabbed it from me. If we're walking out the house and I have something in my hands, he grabs it from me. During the summer, when he could stay over during the week, he ALWAYS took out my trash. Now I hate taking out the trash, LOL.
Let me make it clear, that none of these acts are done in a forceful, overbearing way. The independent, control freak that I am would not allow it. But he does it in a way that says I'm much too precious to do those things.
Most recently Mr. Me went tailgating with us. We've pretty much had an all-female tailgate for the past 7 years. We load up the truck, unpack, set up the grill, cook, etc. Well my boo pretty much took over this past Sunday. He manned the grill the entire time. ToolTime (control freak x 10) is our normal grillmaster but she sat back, relaxed and said she was going to let a man be a man.
There are many more ways that my fiance' spoils me but I just felt like listing a few. I always express my appreciation for these acts - I don't take him for granted in anyway. The thing is, I don't see this fading when we get married because I truly believe this is how he is. I see him displaying acts of chivalry with other women and I love it.
Yup, I'm a queen and I love being treated like royalty.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
