It’s my late grandmother’s birthday. I was reminded of this by my aunts on Facebook, and I’m glad I was. I called my grandmother, Mun. I’m pretty sure it is because my mother and her siblings called her Ma, but I mistook it for Mun. Now I just consider it my special name for her. My grandmother passed away when I was seven years old. I had such love for her.
I still remember things that we did. I remember her making me cornbread and buttermilk, and even pig ears in vinegar. This is stuff I would NEVER eat now. My mom and aunts said that I was a picky eater and would never eat a lot of things, so my mun would just make me biscuits and I would always eat that.
I was with my grandmother a lot when I was a baby. I loved spending the night at her house. Her and my mom were the most influential people in my life. I just remember how strong she was as a single woman with eleven children. You didn’t mess with her either. I never heard her complain about a thing. She was an avid church goer and dragged all of her kids and grand kids along with her. It was a huge family and she managed to keep us all together. There are so many stories that I could probably share, but ultimately I just want to say Happy Birthday, Mun. I love you. I think of you a lot. I hope that you and my mom are having the best time on your day.
Til next time….
Today is my birthday. As with any birthday, I have a ton of thoughts going through my head. Am I where I want to be in this life? What are my goals for this birthday year? Is age nothing but a number?
Ironically, I don’t think I have ever been afraid of getting older. I don’t even think I really thought about it. I always thought that as long as I was healthy and had a great quality of life…I’d be happy. I can honestly say that is the case. I don’t feel 44. I don’t even think I act 44. I’m still very young at heart and refuse to let society tell me what I should or shouldn’t do or be at any age. My motto is and will always be, do what makes you happy. I still sing at the top of my lungs in my car. I still dance around my bedroom like I’m 16. Life is good!
So if I had anything so say about this birthday. It is that 44 looks and feels great! I’m living my best life right now. I know that regrets are somewhat unavoidable, but I try to keep them to a minimum by just doing what I enjoy.
Birthday outfit: Lane Bryant’s gingham collection – Off the shoulder shirdress – Sold out; Nordstrom Rack Ash Mumbaia sandals – Sold out
Talk to you all soon!
Since it is almost Halloween, I decided to make a list of the movies that I could watch that evening. Now, I am not really into horror, so movies like Halloween, It, and Exorcist would never make my list because I could never stomach watching them again. My scary movies are very cheesy but still has a “scary-ish” vibe. So, below are my top 1o “scary” movies in no order.
- Practical Magic
- Nightmare on Elm Street (1st one only) – The only horror film I can stand.
- The Wraith
- What Lies Beneath (I was traumatized at Harrison Ford being a baddie)
For those who have been following my life updates regarding my house in another state, here is the final installment. I have finally gotten rid of the trashy tenant. My aunt went to court on my behalf and the tenant showed up as well. She signed an affidavit with the court that she would be out of the house on Sept. 15th. If we had no agreed to allow her to do that, we would have had to go back to court at a later date for an official eviction. I want even go into the stupid eviction laws that allow tenants to stay in your property for such a long time, but anyway she is out.
She actually was not out on the 15th, she was done moving on the 16th which we could have gotten her on violating the affidavit. When we got to the house on the 16th, she had changed the locks to the security doors and we had to get a locksmith there to open up. Yes, I have been bleeding money throughout this entire process. When my aunt got in, that’s when we realized that she had not finished moving out because there was so much stuff still in there. Ironically, she showed up as the locks were being changed and told my aunt that she would have to come back after work to get the rest of her belongings. My aunt told her to just call her and she would meet her there. Of course, my aunt was in bed when she called so told her that she would meet her the next day. The next day, my aunt went there and all of her stuff had been moved out. THEY BROKE INTO THE HOUSE. At this point, I’m over it all. As long as she’s gone, I don’t really care.
So my aunt takes a look at the house and she says it’s really dirty but other than that..it’s ok. Well I got many pictures and the house was a giant mess. There were even holes in two walls. I know that I probably got away luckier than some that it wasn’t worse, but it is still bad. I don’t think they had cleaned the house in years. They left a stove and refrigerator there that was disgusting and smelled. The dust in the place was atleast 2″ high on every nook and cranny. Cobwebs in almost every corner and along the walls. The house now has roaches which we are presently trying to exterminate. It’s been a big mess. The tenant that was going to move in has decided not to move in because of the state of the house…so I’m left with carrying the mortgage myself for even longer.
However, I am at a point where I can move on. Hopefully this is the worst it will ever be. I will take this as a huge lesson and not letting my heart affect my business sense. I should have thrown her out years ago. I know that. I waited to long. It’s a tough lesson learned, but I know now. I won’t make the mistake again.
Thank you for following my little dramatic journey. Hopefully I can now go back to my regularly scheduled programming!
I was just sitting here thinking of all of the romantic movies that I can watch over and over and decided to share my list of top ten. Controversially, I would have added Fifty Shades of Grey to the list, but I think I need to give it a few more years. The Wedding Date was also a contender. What are some of your favorites?
- Sixteen Candles
- Love Jones
- The Sound of Music
- Tammy and the Bachelor
- Pillow Talk
- French Kiss
- Something New
- The Holiday
- Pretty Woman
Well, the saga continues with the woman living in the house in Wisconsin. I had contacted the water company regarding the outstanding bill and they said that there could be a leak due to the extremely high bill. They said they had sent a letter to the occupant but as of that day, no one from their office had been there to check the house. I think she meant that they had not gotten a response to the letter sent.
So, I sent a letter to the tenant to give her 24 hour notice that someone would be at the house to inspect for water leaks and mow the lawn (which is her responsibility but has not been done). I also text her this information as well. She sends me a message back saying that the person (my uncle) can’t come that day but could come on Sunday. I’m trying to be cordial to this girl even though she is being nasty to me. I tell her that is fine but my uncle goes to church and can come after he gets out.
Today is Sunday. Guess what? My uncle gets there and her son tells him that he cannot come into the property because his mother is not home. See how this is playing out. I request something, she requests to amend but then fails to follow through. So my uncle can’t get into the property to check or fix leaks and meanwhile the water bill continues to increase MAJORLY.
By the way, per this girl, her son and daughter were moving out because of the eviction. Everyone is still in the house. Not paying rent. Just squatting. And since this has all gone down, they have broken the glass in the front safety door.
Talk to you all again soon…..
With all the violence going on in the U.S. right now, it is leading to many arguments, conversations and debates on social media. Today I had a conversation with a family member that made me ask myself what I believe in. I grew up attending Baptist churches and my family is pretty religious so whenever turmoil like this is happening, their first answer is to pray. I do not have an issue with this at all. I think prayer is good. However, someone recently posted that you cannot believe in God if you don’t believe in Jesus. I had to speak up and tell her that Ido not believe that is true. There are many people who believe in God, but don’t believe in Jesus. It does not make them any less religious or any less of a christian. So after having this little discussion, I had to ask myself what do I believe?
I have always considered myself a Christian, however I have also always known that I think differently. I believe in God and I believe in Jesus Christ. I do not believe that God and Jesus are the same. I believe that there is only one God and that Jesus is the son of God. I believe those are two different entities. I may have issues with the bible and its role in our troubled society due to misinterpretation, but I always believed in its truth. Does that now mean that I am not a Christian? I don’t know. But it took me a long time to get to this place with my religious beliefs. I went through a period where I felt that I didn’t belong in that faith.
I now attend a non-denominational church that has the motto Love, Acceptance and Forgiveness. I love everyone. I have friends of different race, different religions, different sex, and different economic background and I love them all. I can accept that they are different than I am and KNOW that they are good people. I refuse to be a part of any group that thinks they are better than another. The only person that anyone will have to answer to is God…whenever they meet him. My job is to love you and treat you with respect as a human being.
Maybe if we all could live by this, this world wouldn’t be so tough. LOVE!
Just my little rant until next time…..