Falana’s blog

Okay, so I'm originally from Philly and the children there usually start school after Labor Day. We just recently moved to Alabama and I found out today that school here starts next Thursday. I'm so excited!!!!!! I love my babies to death but..... YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!. I work at night so they are usually home with me during the day.

I am a little concerned because this will be the first time my children will ever attended a neighborhood school. I'm not sure that this is a school they will end up attending permanently. I am currently looking for private schools in the area and hopefully I will find one in the next 6 wks or so.

Even still August 7th can't get here soon enough. I know when May comes and they end up getting out of school before Memorial Day I'll be singing another tune, but I'm going to enjoy this now and worry about crying in May in May.

I love my baby to death, but lately she has been trying my patience. She's my baby so i guess somehow she has always gotten away with a little more. but for some reason i'm noticing how bad she is. she has me to the point where i want to put my hands on her. i know i won't but damn. all day everyday it's something with her. i wish i knew what brought about this change in her. she's only seven. how much drama can she have? i'm going to try to talk to her now. i need to know what's wrong with her. the only concern i have is she is as sarcastic and cynical as her mother. i just might have to shake her before it's all over.

i don't have a choice. my days of feeling responsible for everyone and everything that they do is over. they have to be. i don't want to get to the point where i look at everyone as being out to take advantage of me. i hate that i am one of the most trusting people, and society and situations are causing me to be untrue to myself. i hate that for years i thought of someone as more than just a girlfriend but closer than any blood sister i have. i hate that the whole time she knew my love for her was so real that it would be so easy for her to take advantage of me. i hate that she actually used it to her advantage. what i hate even more; after knowing her true intentions, i cannot bring myself to hate her. i don't know how to come to terms with the fact that i still love her as much as i love any of my sisters . i still consider her children my nieces and nephews and she has been such a constant in my life for so long, i'm unsure how to change that over night. my mind tells me that i'm better off with her out of my life. everyday my heart wonders if her and the children are okay.

what i love about this situation: now i know. i know that some people are in my life for a reason. some people are in my life for a season. i guess now it's time for me to prepare for the next season. i love that my heart hasn't hardened because of her actions. i so love that even though it hurts like hell, i still wake up every morning. i love that i am still able to communicate with my nieces and nephews. i love that i'm not running around speaking ill of her to everyone that she knows. i love that this is definately a life experience that is going to make me stronger; and somewhere down the road in my life, having gone through this situation is going to keep my eyes open and prevent it from happening again. i love that i can maintain my faith and believe that this, all of this, the hurt, the feeling of betrayal, and the wondering if i somehow caused it, too shall pass.

don't get me wrong. there is no one age that i would want to be more than once. i love the opportunities to experience life that comes with age....but i don't understand why everyone is in such awe of the age 30. i am still as sexy as i was when i was 29 (and i'm almost 32).

o.k. so maybe i'm not as wild as i used to be. i've outgrown a lot of that.

maybe i can't always stay up as late as i used to. what is there to do in the middle of the night other than get into trouble?

considering there were times i went to bed skeptical about how good the odds were that i would wake up the next day,  the fact that i made it to 30 alive, kicking, and in a half ass right frame of mind, to me, deserves to be celebrated.

why is it because i'm over 30 that every compliment i receive ends in 'to be 31'? while i'm outside playing with my daughters and jumping double dutch the man next door asks me if those are my children. i say yes. he says you don't look old enough to have children that old (they are only 8 and 9) and i say thank you. he then asks me how old i am. not that it's any of his business but i tell him. the next thing out of his mouth is that i'm in good shape to be that old. THAT OLD!!!!????? are you SERIOUS? so i ask him how old he is. noooo, he didn't say 20, he didn't say 25, not even 29. he had the audasity, the nerve, the gall mind you to tell me that he was 43. '43???' i ask him. maybe i can't always claim to be the most level-headed person i know, but to me this situation called for me to take offense. i ask him if you are more than a decade older than me how could the words 'to be that old'  fix themselves to cross your lips when you are speaking to me. he tells me that he didn't mean i was old age wise; get this, just too old to be playing double dutch with my daughters. i must say how proud of myself i am that i was able to recognize ignorance in it's rarest form and i kept my mouth shut. it must have been his lucky day because honey, let me tell you that aside from age, being over 30 has given me the skills to give a tounge lashing like you've never heard (well that came with age and years of hearing my mother perfect it).

because i didn't answer him when he said he meant i was to old to jump rope, he must have gotten offended. he then walks away from me back towards wherever it was he came from. i turn to continue the game of rope i was so engrossed in before i was rudely interupted when i over hear him sharing the conversation we had with his friends. he goes on to say that i need to stop running around like i'm a little kid and that i need to act my age. i am proud to say that the fact that i didn't give him a taste of my neck rolling, one hand on my hip and the other all up in his face, every other word out of my mouth beginning with a f, mf, or b (which unbeknownst to him i still remember from my 'younger days' and am very much capable of pulling off, and pulling off sucessfully might i add) said more about me acting my age than any game i may have been playing. besides he would have to be a mother to understand if my babies wanted to play duck-duck-goose i would have locked that street down and been tapping 2,3,4,and 5 year old on their heads and running around in circles.

hello everyone. i just joined vox and wanted to take a moment to introduce myself. this is my first time hearing of this website and even the first time i have ever blogged. i am 31 years old and a proud mother of three of the most beautiful kids i have ever met. i just recently moved from Philadelphia to Alabama. i know right.....  huge change. i haven't met anyone here yet and i'm a little anxious. i hate being in the house all of the time but i'm not sure what else there is for me to do here. i am in the process of trying to lose weight. so if anyone out there has any suggestions other than stop eating so much, i'm open. i love to read but haven't had a chance to take time out yet. if anyone has read any good book and would like to recommend them, i'll read anything once. i love all types of music from r&b to rock to gospel.

What's your favorite type of donut?
Submitted by tomatshonino.

Glazed is my favorite type of donut. i shouldn't even be thinking about donuts considering i'm in the process of trying to lose weight.