Last few days.

LIVE

Ok so I've realized that due to the lack of my alcohol consumption, my minimum "you won't have a one night stand if you keep the goose shots under 3" limit has now been reduced to an embarrassing limit of two. At least till I build it back up. At home, that is. Erbody look real nice after 3 gooses. We all best friends. We can sew together. Talk about good times shared that weren't. Ran into a friend of mine at the club over the weekend, she was with her husband. The Goose makes you forget ish. Hell, I said to her "When the hell did you get married, and why I ain't know bout it?" then she said "you did know" then I turned to my BFF and said "Can you believe this? She's (pointing) married!" then my BFF says "yeah!! U told me a while ago!" I raised the eyebrows, sucked in the lips, turned to my girl and said "congradulations!" lmao.

LAUGH

T.O. And his comedy circus is official here. They have this fool, the key to the city!!! I'm still laughing at the fake ass Buffalonians.

LOVE

Sneakin the Mun-chee-chee outta school on Thursday, early. Let her get her Ferris Brewler on HARD. We're gonna go pig out, do some go-cart riding, pig out again, cop some fishing poles, hit up the ice creamery like 3 times, goto the movies, put the top down on the drop....we are going to get our Eric Bates and Jack Brown on!!!!

Live. Laugh. Love.

S.

Creatively,
Scarlett

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Playing Catch-up

LIVE.

Day by Day. Got a voicemail from my boy Mari the other day. Unfortunately, my iPhone had died at work when he called me. To his amusement, he was sent straight to voicemail and left me a message of his surprise that he was there, leaving a message, commenting that my phone was --OFF?

Got me to thinking... Am I not living for myself? Am I too assessable to everyone, they call and after 2 rings, it's "Hello." Like I'm Lionel Richie! Minus the bullshit love lyrics.

I listened to the voicemail, sent him a text to hit me up, and then it hit me? I AM! That was last week. Determined to start doing me, I put my cell in my purse and left it there. Hit the silent button...and focused on what was around me and not on what was coming through the tele-waves. I'm not that popular, so over the weekend, I didn't miss much, rather, no one missed me.... LMAO!

LAUGH.

So, what's the big deal about "Desperate Housewives"? I always asked. And surprisingly, its my male friends that are more in tuned with it and not my females friends, the few that I have. Never-the-less.... I copped the first season, watched the first 12 episodes and OMFG!!! That shit is funny as hell. Then of course I got to thinking... TIME... 12 episodes x 45 minutes = The fact that I have spent about 9 hours this weekend, watching TV? Lose the cell, gain the TV? NEVER!!!!!!LMAO.. I'm so anal!

LOVE.

OK so my daughter watched a few, well ALL the episodes with me.... but that's not the Mommy time I wanted with her.... We recently copped a Easy Bake Oven Set. Of course, Mommy with her old school heart... 2nd time we used it in a week. My daughter, along with my niece and I really put it to work this time.. BROWNIES!!!! And damn did them shits come out tasting so good!!!... Icing all over the place, sprinkles on the floor, and then in the dogs mouth.... LOL, we had a great time... I also fixed the other bike, determined not to have to buy her another one so soon, just bought her the Low Rider and she out grew it so quick, AND she NEVER freaking rode the damn thing... so this summer, I'm determined to make her, how Martin say it? ... oh I got it, "Ride that mutha-phucka till the wheels come off." Gonna run to the store for some band-aids first.....

LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE.

Reason Being.

LIVE.

Focus.
My current word to live by. Been off track. Rather focusing on the wrong things, and wrong person. Gonna enter my own solitude and get things done. With 6 projects under my belt, I'm no longer, for the time being, going to make time for what isn't moving in my direction. Nuff said. Got a lil surprise coming up. Hell, I'm still surprised myself, stay tuned for that.

LAUGH.
Why do men lie! When you don't tell the whole truth is that a lie? The "laugh" about it, is the extreme men go to, to hide what's already known and ultimately look like an ass. Only to lose credibility in the short and long run, and an end result of losing someone there for the long run to someone there for the short sprint. LOL. Go figure.

LOVE.
Recently took my daughter on a mini vaca. About 5 days or so. Had a BLAST! Philly. NYC. Jersey. Great time. Could have stayed in our hotel room for all 5 days and could've had the equal amount of fun. Big ups to Aloft Hotel in Philly!!! Highly recommended! Nothing better than having someone call you Mommy. Even if it's said about 153 times a day.

S.

L L L

LIVE

Beautiful day out today. Okay. Slept a few hours. Got my walkin shoes on. 2 miles out. 2 miles back. 32 ounces of vitamin water. 1 mile out. And another back. Drained. Only to have to put in 8 at the plantation in a few hours. Dinner, pinappled ham, Spanish rice, and brussle sprouts.

Funny = Watching my daughter brave brussle sprouts cause mommy eats them.

WEEDS!
Finaly caught episode 13. Nancy is playing with fire. Guerimo got taken out by the Feds. Shane is still buggin with those dark angels. And Silas, the egg cheese sandwich is movin pretty good. Agent Fag snitched on Nancy after he got his face sanded down. Then got his dome pushed back. Celia is my girl. Isabel did slim up a bit. Andy boned Dougs chili pepper. Doug trying to ship her barrito back to Mexico. Outside of Nancy trying to end the season as a snitch again, it was a good show.

LAUGH

Bills won. Who cares
And of corse, my babies, the Pats do it again.
Green Bay and the Giants came out on top. But the Dolphins, well, I'm sorry D.O.
They play the Pats next Sunday and they will lose again.

LOVE

Art is a beautiful thing. Nothing like a palette full of fresh squeezed oils. A Bristol brush, and old clothes.

Yellow roses.
Snickers ice cream bars.
Green eye shadow.

Live, Laugh, Love.

S.

Rainy Days

Rainy Days

It's not pouring that bad outside. Just enough drizzle for me to sit on the front porch, listen to the rain, and brave a Pepsi. Did a little bit of reading today. Got a chance to research a few things.

My goal tonight during my down time at work is to set out an outline for my next 3 series of artwork. Been doing a lil drafting on the PC. Got a few ideas that might make it to canvas by spring.

Got a letter from a good friend today (well at least I opened it today) telling me to get my ass to the A. I wish it was that simple. Keep getting myself into things that slow up my move and use the excuse "I'm taking my time" oh so well.

I often use the phrase "Once I'm gone, I'm gone!" and when I say it to a particular person for whatever reason, it's never taken seriously, at least until they try to reach out to me, only to become unsuccessful. I said it to Mr. Kia just the other day. Mr. Kia knows me very well. And so he says, "so I take it that you want me to delete your number from my phone?" I said "yes" as politely as I can. Which pretty much ended our chapter and closed our book for good. I'll miss most, his effort. This was a man that when he said he was going to do something, it would get done, and early. Now if I was a minute late on the other hand, all Hell broke loose. LOL. His confidence superceeded him, but I can't be the judge of whether it was good or bad. It worked for him. I'll miss the fact that he paid attention to me. He can tell you what I won't eat, music I don't like, the kind of jeans I'll only wear, the man even knows my favorite eye shadow color, my favorite
art supply store, I even have a habit when I drive. A thing that I do, so he always made sure that when we took our roadtrips, he had a trial sized lotion, a box of Altoids, and a bag of seeds in the car for me. But to both of our surprise, our energies didn't mix well at all. Our personalities clashed, and his attentive to detail often got in the way of my humerous free spirit. So part, we must do.

Had to part with another friend just last night. One that I don't think believes me when I say "when I'm gone, I'm gone." We'll call him Mr. Buscuit. (there's a story behind that name) Strange occurance though. I've known him for a good 12+ years. Same as Mr. Kia. In fact we all met at the same time. But him and Mr. Kia have had a tension between them for the past 12+ years, nothing to do with me, I'm just the mutual friend. But strangly, I was returning a week old call to Mr. B., we exchanged hello's and he asked me to call him back in 5 minutes.

Now my history with Mr. B. goes as follows. We speak roughly every 3 months or so. I might stop by every 6 months or so. We have fun, enjoy each others company, and keep it moving. Occasional voicemail taps here and there.

But something was up with him last night. Mr. B. is a very private person, I'm a lil more on the open side. The 5-10 minutes went by, okay maybe an hour and a half but whose counting here? I called him back. At first he was very pleasent... Until I said " where u at?" like I'm on the Boost Mobile payroll. He yelled "Yo!" so I repeated myself thinking he didn't hear me. Then his panties got all up in a bunch, he yelled my name angry and hung up?!?! Huh!? Okay I was lost, one, and two, he hung up on me. So I calls back. He says hello, I go to ask why he hung ... And 'click'

Okay that's it. I calls back again with my persistant little self, to go on to say that whatever it is that has him pissed off and has nothing to do with me, at which point... 'click' LOL. Dammit! I laughed it off and said to hell with him. Again, once I'm gone, well you know the rest.

The rain has settled a little. I've taken a break to eat and clean the kitchen. Now I understand it when my favorite NFL coach B-chic said about Brady. "Life goes on. He was a good player, but he can be replaced with another good player." As cruel as it may sound, it's the truth. 30 years into my making and I can't waste one moment on sour feelings of old friends. Mr. Kia will be glad, he hated my relation with Mr. B.

Boys will be boys. . .

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