Movin' on up!

Last weekend Mama & Papa TM came along with the Count and I to go check out our future neighborhood after dark. That is the BIGGEST regret I had about the last apartment I lived in (the one that lasted 2 weeks- I blogged about it but can't find it to link it). Had I gone after dark I never would have moved there. I'm sorry but I can't do the whole neighborhood out all night, and half the neighborhood getting arrested in one swoop. Nope! TM does not need to be there :) I also didn't want it to be like last time where my second day there every dude not only knew my name (I didn't tell it to any of them) but decided that instead of Therapeutic they had the right to call me Thera, y'all don't know me like that! -when I was moving out, random dude #26156451 was hollering across the street "aww Thera, don't leave us. We got your back, it'll be ok" Dude-who are you?

Anyway as we walked around the neighborhood there were only 2 people outside and both of them were on the phone, I know how that is, my neighbors across the street now go outside to talk on the phone (although as loud as they are they only end up telling more people their business). I was very happy! There was also plenty of parking which was a concern of mine because I can't just be circling the lot all day (had to do that in school and it wasn't cool). Also there is a gas station, safeway, day spa and some other things right down the street! Like walking distance :) Yayyyy that means the count can go fill up my car for me when he gets home, or before work. As we were walking we saw people on the ground floor with their blinds wide open watching huge flat screens.


Count: Well it must be pretty safe around here

MamaTM: Why you say that?

Count: Cuz these fools just advertising what they have, and their window faces a main road! Try that mess in our neighborhood now and when you get home from work, trust, your tv won't be there!

Me: Ohhhh you think we should steal her tv?

MamaTM: you make me sad when you say things like that

Me and Count: Hahahahahahaha! ( I really do talk about stealing a lot. A whoolllleeeee lot, but I've never stolen anything. I promise!)

But people were just bold with how they let you see in the house. Which I guess is a good thing, cuz I surely enjoyed looking in their windows. Count and I did the details of our budget last night. You want to spend $15 a day on food? There's 2 of us, that $900 a month for groceries! Dude, I like to eat but not that darn much. You better take your tail down to that Safeway and catch some sales! After we worked out grocery budgets, tv, internet, phones, school loans, entertainment, the list goes on and on we then filled out the paperwork, which he is supposed to take up to the place today or tomorrow. I am one of those over planning types. I need to evaluate the worse case scenario. Have it all written out, that way I know what to expect. I don't deal well with surprises. Especially money surprises! I want to move him in the apartment on the 13th. That gives us some time to get ready. There should be a lot of good Labor day sales this weekend, so if you see some, please pass the info this way, y'all know all we have is a mattress (that he can't have until I move in, in October, so ughhh, I guess we need an air mattress for him until then)!





Oh and my cousin said we could have a lovely leather love seat. She's uppity so I knew it would be nice, lol. Prayerfully more people will just so happen to have extra furniture around!



This story is still hilarious to me. I randomly remembered it today. Skip down to the bottom 3 paragraphs.

Back in the day-the hurt files

This post took a completely different turn that what it originally started as. So I'll say this, if you don't have anything nice to say about what I wrote, please keep it moving. I'm sharing how I feel and what I believe, if you don't agree that's fine.

I have never ever sought revenge on somebody that has wronged me, I don't feel the need, It'll make it's way back around to them in due time. The only part I play in the revenge is to live well (the best revenge is to live well-or however that quote goes). Over the course of my life there have been some males that have seriously wronged my sister and me. I mean seriously. Like they could go to jail if we ever opened our mouths serious. I just recently found out what happened to my sister and in turn I finally shared what happened to me (I don't really want to go into detail on here but ya'll can figure it out-it was evil and they were perverts). Well anyway, you want to know what happened to those men? They're dead. One person was a family member, when my dad called me to tell me he was killed I was on vacation. I called to tell my sister what happened because she was away in school this is how the convo went:

Me: You know RatBastardPervertfamilymember was killed today? Some dudes broke into his house and shot him in the stomach. By the time he got to the hospital he was dead.
Sister: Oh ok
Me: Geez you don't even sound sad about it
Sister: I'm not, he was bad. When you decide to be evil you have to accept the consequences.

Now I'm not saying those dudes had any right to kill RatBastardPervertfamilymember and all 5 of them are in jail and they deserve what they get too, but I think my sister had a point.

Seven months after this I get another call.

Them: I have bad news TM. RatBastardFormerFriend was shot.
Me: Is he ok?
Them: No, he died.
Me: ok, thanks bye.
Them: You ok?
Me:Yeah, I will be, bye.

I called The Count immediately he asked what they asked, "are you ok?" I got so many phone calls from people wanting to let me know he was killed. It was the same conversation over and over again. I cared but I couldn't cry, and I cry over everything. He was (as in before he did what he did) my best friend and coworker. When I got to work everybody was asking me if I was going to his funeral. I told them no. Then they all tried to tell me I was a bad friend for not wanting to go, and that's when I cried. I cried every time I went to work, but I kept my word, I didn't go to his funeral. Nobody understood why and I will never tell them. When people tried to tell me about the funeral I walked away. I even left work one day because they wouldn't stop trying to tell me about it. A couple of weeks after his funeral I was in my dorm room at 3am and I lost it for real. I missed my former friend. I missed the friendship we had before he violated me and I was mad that the dude that shot him took him away before I could ever tell him how what he did affected me. I had to call The Count and go down to his dorm room because I was crying just that hard. The Count did what he does best and just held me while I cried. He didn't try and understand my hurt and I didn't want him to. To be honest, I don't think he really knows what happened between me and RatBastardFormerFriend.

Blogging about these 2 situations made me realize the different way's people handle hurt. My sister turned hers into hate against the person that hurt her based on the act they committed. Mine turned into grief over the friendship lost because of the act they committed. I often wonder if their death's would have been different had they not wronged us-you know the whole Karma thing. If you put evil out into the world, evil will come back to you.

Back in the day (ok only 5 years ago!)

Warning--If you don't like sappiness or you don't feel like indulging my lovey-dovey happy mood please skip this post. Check back tomorrow, maybe I'll be whining about something then, but for now please enjoy (or don't) day one of Back in the Day week:

May 16, 2003 all dressed up for prom. Got my tracks in, makeup done, and my dress is accenting my butt just perfect! My boyfriend of 2 weeks has arrived and is standing at the front door waiting for me to emerge so he can come up and greet me. I appear and he goes into shock. As he comes up the stairs to put the corsage on my wrist he is shaking so bad that my family is scared he will fall back down the stairs. And that's when he knew.......

May 22, 2003 I'm getting ready to go with my boyfriend to his best friend's high school graduation. My mom and sister are out of town and my dad is on a fishing trip. I'm sitting down waiting for him to come and I get a call telling me that his mom is running late and they won't have time to come get me and that he's sorry. I say it's fine and sit in the house upset. An hour or two later I get a call telling me to get ready, he's coming to take me out to dinner to apologize for acting like I wasn't important. We end up going to the same restaurant that I went to for my very first date. Except this time was much better, we talked, laughed, shared food, and even had strangers tell us how cute we were. When we got back to my house nobody was home and the rule was no boys in the house. He said that was fine and we sat on the bench out front and talked for hours. When I got up to go inside he turned me around to give me a kiss and then walked across the lawn. He turned around half way to his car to smile at me. And that's when I knew........

August 2003 The day before I leave for college. I was spending my day with my boyfriend and my parent's called because they needed me to come home to drop them off at the Redskin's game. We pulled up in the driveway and my family was outside getting ready to get in the car. When it was time for me to say goodbye to my boyfriend, I start crying like I just witnessed the death of everybody I knew. My family stopped and stared. My boyfriend froze and stared. Nobody knew what was wrong with me. I cried and cried until finally my sister came and got me. And that's when EVERYBODY knew (even the neighbors with their nosey selves!)......

That this was love! It happens for everybody differently but when I sit down to think about major turning points in our relationship these 3 really stuck out in realizing that I loved The Count. I don't know if back then anybody thought two 17 year-olds would make it this far but we have and it's been great! Last week pink (she's on the blogroll check her out) asked about when to say I love you and my opinion is whenever it feels right and you mean it. The count and I actually said I love you on May 22, 2003 and the only reason I remember it is because we still fight over who said it first. He said I was so mesmerized after he kissed me that I said it. I say that when he turned around as he was walking to his car he said it. I guess the world will never know......

Need to know information

I was trying to write a blog about something and realized you guys have no idea who I am nor do you know anything about me. In order for most of my stories to make sense, you would need to know some things about a huge part of my life: My fiance. Let me give you a little background.

My fiance {who shall henceforth be called "The Count" {another story for another day} and I met in 8th grade when he transferred to my middle school from private school. It turns out he actually lived in the neighborhood across from mine for 12 years prior to us meeting. Anyway, I liked, no loved, no was obsessed (I have the notes passed, diary entries, and yearbook inscriptions to prove it) with him. I thought he was the cutest thing since Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Usher! But he didn't like me, so I moved on and forgot about him in high school. Fast forward to senior year. This dude was in half my classes! I began and ended my day with him. We became friends over 2 things. 1. This lesbian was determend to make me hers and I was not having it, so whenever he saw her getting to friendly he would call me over so I could sit with him and talk. 2. My senior pictures were awesome! Let me just tell you, I was very jeans, tshirt, glasses, ponytail, and acne in high school. When I bought my pictures in, dudes were like "oh my God, I must have one of these" they actually really looked good. Well The Count sat next to me and took people's orders for my senior picture and helped me distribute them. We had a lot of fun joking around about different people and things during the picture passing out time. Trying to make this long story short, I had a boyfriend that I thought (and he knew I thought and he also thought) he was the good Lord's gift to the world. We had been together for my whole Senior year and we were going to the same college (that was pure coincidence!). Of course this trifling {insert insults of choice here} broke up with me right before prom! (He didn't go to my school and I found out what happened, but that's yet another story for another day) So I was left with no date, and I was not extroverted enough to be a lone ranger. Anyway, The Count decided we should go and just take pictures together. My best friend then decided we should just go to prom together, and we went along with that. He came over to meet my parents 2 weeks before prom (May 4), and it was a wrap! When he got home that night, he called me and asked me to be his girlfriend, and we have been together ever since (5 years). He almost blew it on our first date though (May 9). He was walking me to my school bus and we decided to go to the movies that night, but neither one of us had a car. When we got home and talked to our parents it was decided his mom would pick me up on her way home from work. Ok, got to his house, met his family and off we went. We went to the movies, and he let me pick the movie *bonus points in my book, because I picked a movie based on my favorite childhood book, and he went along with it*. But when we got to the ticket counter he only bought one ticket. That's right, this dude didn't even buy my ticket! It's a big joke to us now, but at the time I was like oh no brotha, I'm worth $7! The only thing that saved him and got him another chance was his music choice in the car. He brought a collection of cd's with him since he was driving his mothers car. All of the cd's were gospel cd's. Gospel rap, Gospel groups, all things holy, lol. I was sooooo freaking impressed. A 17-year-old black male, hangs with the "cool kids", smart, attractive, and funny, was confident and strong enough in his walk with the Lord to admit to his girlfriend of one week that this was his music of choice and that he really didn't listen to anything else. It was such a shock to me, because other than myself and my sister, I never knew anybody else like that. It's why I truly believe we are soul mates. Even from a young age, our souls were so in tune with God, and in turn, he knit our souls together {wiping the tears from my eyes, geez I'm at work}. So I stuck around and we went to prom together the next week (May 16) and he proceeded to tell me that I was going to be his wife. He proposed with a rubber band that I actually wore on my finger for like a month! We have made it through so much in the last 5 years {many more stories for many more days} and I'm super happy to be marrying the love of my life on October 11, 2008!