Thug Life

Hello my lovlies.  Once again I must apologize to you all for not updating my blog in about 3.8 years.  I have been freakishly busy with work.  (I just typed school and work-wrong) I also have caught some sort of deadly virus and I’m not sure what it is.  I’ve been miserable for about 3 weeks.  Then today, I woke up with a sore throat.  Seriously?!  What is that?  So, I am planning on going to the doctor.  I don’t really know when…but I am going.  Have to break that news to LaRho.

My Cousin, Tara, or you can call her TaTa, celebrated her 20th birthday this weekend!  Hooray!  Shout out TaTa Norman.  The sister, Nicole, will celebrate her 21st birthday on Friday.  This is terrifying for any and everyone who knows her.  Seriously, please keep us all in your prayers .  The gang is all ready to follow her around Friday night.  Drive her and hopefully prevent her from killing herself or others.  We tried to hold an intervention, because well, TaTa and I are avid Intervention watchers and we know how to do it.  So, we showed up with our letters ready for a killer intervensh(as we call them) but no one else would have anything to do with it.  Sad really.

Oh my word.  Ric and Rhonda just walked in the door and Ric started dancing.  Sick nasty.  I’m actively looking for a house, apartment, cardboard box…dumpster anything to keep incidents like this from happening…ever again.  They were at the Mardi Gras party at the Civic Center.  Ric was trying to show us how the belly dancers moved.  He also found the baby in the King’s Cake.   Now his shirt is off.  Dear God, why?

So, I have an interesting tale to share, but I will not tonight.  I have to go throw up because of Ric’s dancing.  Tune in next time for a special treat.

Happy Fat Tuesday!  Oh and for Lent, I’m giving up peanut butter.