Believe me when I say I was not the cool kid in school. I didn’t play for any teams, didn’t belong to any clubs or papers surprisingly (our newspaper sucked), and didn’t cheer or dance. At least not in public.
Believe me when I also say I wasn’t the loser either walking around burned out and high or getting shoved in lockers. I think I made it clear in third grade that I wasn’t the one when that girl LaTasha somebody tried to bully me for my zebra cake. Maybe it was the little twinkle of crazy in my eye, or the fact that I’ve been my height of 5’7ish basically since birth. Or it could be that when I stood up I leaned in her ear and whispered that if she ate my cake I’d tear her face off and eat it.
It was quickly returned and LaTasha and her face went on to another day and another victim.
I did eventually get into a fight a year later with a girl that clearly had a vision problem and missed the twinkle in my eye–to sum up that story I got sent to the principal’s office. She got sent to the nurse.
Eventually I went on to be just kind of around in school. I had my circle of friends, I made decent grades and would get an occasional compliment that my hair was pretty or that I was funny.
So fast forward into the era of social media. Where everyone and anyone you remotely went to school with wants to be your friend. At one point even LaTasha requested me.
Time for the continuation of today’s ‘Fat Gurl Fridays’ with a recipe I found via The Recipe Critic. Immediately this one caught my eye because really can you go wrong with enchiladas? AND CHICKEN? AND RANCH?
The time to dig in has come again boys and girls!! As of late I’ve been trying my best to stay out of restaurants and the drive-thru lane to save and spend more time in the kitchen so I’m actually dishing out not just one but TWO recipes starting with an original by yours truly: The Lazy Woman’s Spaghetti.
Everyone has things/moments/people they just cannot get enough of. That definitely has been the story of my life as of late; I’ve been finding myself using the word “obsessed” quite a bit. So of course, I was inspired to write about it and share with all of you. Ladies & gentlemen, I present to you: ‘The Obsessive Diaries’.
This is one of the few times I wish I could speak to a manager. HOW THE HELL IS IT ALREADY MAY?!! HOWWWWWWWW JUSTIN??!!!
But since it’s here, it’s time to make the best of it. Especially since the entire month of April felt only like a day and half, hopefully May will be a lot longer to at least get some major things accomplished. THE YEAR IS ALMOST HALFWAY OVER.
“Bye Felicia”: When someone says something that you really could give two shits about—their name then becomes “felicia”, a random bitch that nobody is sad to see go. They’re real name becomes irrelevant and instead, they now are “Felicia”.
Everyone has their signature catchphrase that they have or they’re known for. I think I have a few of them but the one I am most known for lately with people that know me is calling out Felicia.
Now everyone seems to do it. Because it just works for shit you just don’t have time for.
I’ll always have time for Sweet Brown, but the Felicias of the world have got to go.
After almost a full month of eating out thanks to my laziness and lack of money management skills hectic schedule as of late, I am back in the kitchen!
And I’m hungry.
On my quest to make better eating choices I knew I wanted to go with chicken this week and some veggies so I started looking around for various chicken dishes I could try and ran across the blog of Witty in The City and found a recipe for:
Growing up, I lived in a pretty strict household. Actually, even once I was grown (at least in the eyes of the state), I lived in a pretty strict household. And I do mean strict. I was the bitch at 25 racing home to beat a midnight curfew.
Like I said, strict.
Now despite all of that, I am thankful and truly blessed for my upbringing–I could not have dreamed of better people to have raised me and help me become everything good in me that I am today.
But like a bird, eventually you must fly out and explore your own path. So that’s what I did.
And now after almost a year into my journey, things recently came to a screeching brake slam upon being asked to move back home.
I’m known sometimes to pop off at the mouth before thinking and not giving the classiest of answers, so before giving a clear one, I really had to sit down and put some thought into this shit.
Moving back home would be awesome to have more money to spend on pointless shit be more responsible and save money, but when everything is said and done I would be giving up the life I’d come to know in the past year…..
Every time I get with my family for a function or a gathering, I am always bombarded with the question. You know.
Oh as a single girl, you know the one.
“So are you dating anyone?”
Sometimes I don’t know whether I should stand and respond or get comfortable on the couch and really talk about it.
Normally I just give a quick yes or no answer. If you say yes and run you’ll be fine. If you say yes and stand there you’ll be attacked with questions of how you met, what color shirt they were wearing, when is the family going to meet him and all that shit.
If you say no you are secretly being considered either a closet lesbian or a future candidate for a cat this coming Christmas.
Recently one of the last gatherings I made the mistake when I was asked of responding yes to the question and got side tracked on the exit strategy. Before I knew it I was having to answer a list of other questions, including what exactly is my type. I couldn’t even get out an answer for myself before my pops shouted out “Broke, white and terrible”.