My Stories. Mine. Not Yours.

Lizard spit. I really don't know what to say about that.
I hope your eye heals quickly.

I can't imagine what it's like trying to find a place to live in a big city. Hell, most of us don't even lock our doors around here.
Ghetto fabulous. That made me laugh.
Glad to hear about your gma.

They say bad news comes in threes. I hope your friend's mom finds a way to pull through. And your gma gets well.
As for cookie...I'm trying to resist a comment about the cookie crumbling, but I don't want to seem like I don't care. You'll find the one, SB, and then it will just all come together. Men come a dime a dozen and you have a dollar, sista.

Nice picture. I can see why you miss it.

I am so happy for you.

I can't believe I am just getting to this. God, I'm lame.
She's gorgeous. And she wasn't that small for being early. Cool. I hope that being a dad smartens KR up.
I am so happy for you, Gilli. Unconditional love is what you have there in those pictures.

Don't sweat it. You're a catch.

Your trip sounds wonderful.

Mexican sounds yummy.
Have a great rest of the weekend.

I was so expecting a birthday post. Hope you had a good one.

Hey, you could buy him a Dyson for Christmas.
I usually always end up having bad service at a restaurant. Don't you hate it when your food is good but the service spoils it? But I'm glad that the two of you had a nice time together.

I wouldn't get dressed to take the trash out, but that's just me. When you're surrounded by Twinkies you don't have to worry much about keeping up appearances.

I don't think I would ask too many questions about that either. Then again, knowing me, I probably would have to ask questions because I am a glutton for punishment. Hope your weekend is going swell.

Happy Birthday.
And I don't think they offer classes for parents on this sort of things. Sorry to say.
Maybe he would be willing to find a counselor at a youth center or something and get all this stuff out. It's obvious that he knows you will listen to whatever he has to say and then be the shot of reality that he needs. And it hasn't gone unnoticed that he always comes back to himself when he's talking to you. You're his line to real, you know, and I know that's a heavy burden for you.
Suggest a mentor for him. I think a positive male role model would help him out immensely. And I'm sure there's some place that would have a street tough/been there done that kind of guy.
I you, sista, big time.

I think every other day or so Kraymer is all I would need.
And my suit was a-okay.