The kids will be with me for Thanksgiving. I am so happy for that because I was just going to spend the day moping around while helping my mother cook. It probably was the fact that he had nowhere to go, so he probably wanted to eat some Thanksgiving dinner.

I feel that I am finally getting everything that I have always wanted, and so all I can hope for is my own business. So now the list of what I am thankful for:

1. My children are number one. They have been the reason that I have all the successes that I have, and I keep trying to achieve more. When I thought about having kids, I wanted a boy who had the skin tone of the guys from “POD,” and a little girl who looked exactly like Miette from “City of Lost Children.”  I got my wish both times.  They are the greatest companions ever, and with them, I will never be lonely.

2. G. is really amazing, especially to put up with such a complex creature as me, and I hope that he knows and understands that. I love him dearly, and I hope we are able to escape to NYC next weekend.

3. My family have always helped me through everything. We bicker, but we are always there to back the other up. If it weren’t for them, I don’t think I would have finished college with two babies on each hip. Thanks you guys. I adore you dearly.

4. I have great friends who have listened to me whine, cry, and bitch about life, and still love me. Hopefully in the future, we can take more trips together. Aruba with Bridget was one of the best trips and experiences of my life.

5. Life in general. I sometimes go through this self-pity mode. However, I am slowly getting out of this victim way of thinking, and becoming a stronger person every day. It might be one of the reasons that my life is finally falling into place.  I’m finally starting to think positive and live in the present.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday, and think about the present, your loved ones, and the food. Everything else is obsolete.

Happy ThanksgivingFrom Isabelle and Shevonne

Audrey Tatou is so cute. I look at her, and I hope that Isabelle looks like her somewhat. Dark hair, dark eyes, and just the cutest face ever. I’m going to miss my kids this Thanksgiving. I hate that E.’s and I have to split the holidays. When we were together, he never cared to be with them, so I hate that he has to now. You would think after more than three years of us doing this, I would get use to it, but I don’t. This Christmas the kids are with me, and I’m happy. Whenever they aren’t, I am a total mess. I’ll think about that next year.

Well, my baby turns 38 tomorrow, and I am glad that I was able to celebrate it with him this weekend.  We did something that I have always wanted to do.  I met him at a bar, and we pretended as though we didn’t know one another.  It was hysterical because he knows the bartender.  The guy had no clue.  It was pretty funny and cute.  We went home together, and I bet the bartender was like “G. is a P-I-M-P!”  He is so amazing, and I wish he would realize that.  If he saw himself through my eyes, he would understand.  For almost three years, any guy who came along never measured up to him.  He said that the girl he dated for a bit hated me, and I know why.  We really sigh….

We’ve always had such a passionate and intimate relationship.  Every day that passes, I love him more and more and more.  It’s something that I didn’t think could be possible because I have been madly in love with him since 2006. 

My psychotic ex has finally taken the hint and left me alone.  G. thinks it’s not over yet, but I think it is because she finally has a new love interest, and the guy doesn’t know what a psychotic idiot she is.  I hope he never figures it out because while she is infatuated with him, she won’t bother me.  This girl ruined me for years, and I hope that she doesn’t do that to someone else.  She really is a bad seed.

After reading Stupid Blogger’s fabulous post about helping poor people by eating like a poor person, and see those horrid portraits of the kids in Africa looking for their parents, I am going to do it.  I am not going to eat extravagantly, and will use the money I save to donate it to a charity that will help children who are suffering.

Thanks Tina!

I remember a very wise guy friend once told me that women attempt to be friends with their exes right away when they were the ones to do the breaking because they feel a type of guilt.  On the other hand, men try to stay as far away as possible when they were the initiators.  From this past experience, I am done trying to befriend my exes way too early.  There is still tons of resentment, hurt, and pain.  How can you let go of these feelings if you are still talking every day?

After L.’s constant insults, guilt trips, and attempts to make my life look pale in comparison, I can’t do it anymore.  Now I get a text from L saying that someone has been calling with death threats.  Guess who was the first person to be accused?  Me? L. was super psychotic throughout our entire relationship, but I am the one that would do something like that?  It isn’t her crazy, lunatic ex who kept calling her last week.  No, it’s me has to be forced to speak. 

I texted back, “F* you for thinking I would do something like that,” and have ignored the rest of the texts.

Drama that ensues when L. is in my life is gone, and I don’t intend to bring it back.