2025 Randoms of a Creole Princess...

Mississippi Gulf Coast Snow Days!

*DUSTING OFF THIS BLOG THAT I STILL PAY FOR…LOL!*

Hear me out. 2024 sucked. For me that is. I hope it was amazing for everyone else.

Watching the narcissist hustle over TikTok, banning it for over 180 million people only to bring it back in less than 24 hours so someone could take credit for it coming back? That was just horrible and playing with so many small business owners livelihood. That was so wrong.

But eh…

That said, I miss having my own space where I can say what I want to say without being interrupted by ads or bots or arguing with foolishness. I miss reading thoughtful comments that aren’t a quick brain rot blurb from doom scrolling.

Speaking of doom scrolling…I am weaning myself off Facebook. I like to keep up with my friends, of course, and I am worried about how that is going to look going forward or even make it possible to wean myself off. Honestly…I enjoy interacting with my friends without having to leave my favorite chair. You can’t tell me that it isn’t meaningful. Sure…not as meaningful as visiting but we mostly live in other states and visiting is difficult to do.

I did wean myself off the news and am pretty glad I did that because it opened up an entirely new morning routine for me that I think benefits me better. I get more done in the morning because by the time I have returned home for the day I am BEAT!

I lost all of my menopause weight using Noom. Then my brother died in October from ALS and I gained it all back by becoming depressed and sedentary. I have NEVER been sedentary before. This depression is so comfortable to me that it’s not a big deal anymore I guess…I would love to shake it forever but it certainly does not work that way.

Still can’t believe it for real snowed on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. We got about 8 inches of snow. Bryson and one of his besties played outside for probably a total of 30 minutes. They weren’t about that life talking about how cold it was.

We are having another snow day today and I had plans to clean my closet, clean out the fridge, and do laundry. I did neither. I put on a kimono and posted up in my favorite chair ALL.DAY.LONG.

One of the meals my mommy used to make for me was Southern Fried Cabbage. I made some recently and BAAAAAAABY…so good. I missed it. It is one of my nephew’s favorite meals now. Life repeats…

I’m currently looking out the window at a palm tree covered with snow and it does not look happy. I wonder if it will become problematic. Losing a palm tree would certainly suck.

“To care for palm trees in the snow, focus on protecting the roots with a thick layer of mulch, wrapping the trunk with burlap or a frost blanket when temperatures drop below freezing, and avoiding excessive watering, as the cold can further stress the plant; if possible, choose a cold-hardy palm variety suited to your climate.”

WE DID NONE OF THAT. *sigh*

I looked in our pantry and freezer today and decided to see how long we can eat without going to the store. Have you ever done that? I mean…I’ll get milk and produce, of course, but that’s it. I want to eat as much of what we already have as we can. This is a part of my quest to shop less this year.

I love The Upshaws on Netflix. Bennie would have been divorced long ago messing around with me tho…

I bought a lot of new pajamas lately. Coping strategy.

I bought a Wooble, Fred the Dinosaur, and then a family member bought Sebastian the Lion for me. New hobby alert.

Are kids lazier lately? Were we super lazy? Did we have blindness when it came to simple stuff? Like if they told us to pick up the stuff on the floor of our room, did we pick up everything but like 80 things?????? 80 things we still don’t see until it is pointed out to you by a bewildered adult?????????

I actually love being home with my family and having nowhere to go but I know it’s a slippery slope so I am trying to be better about it. It’s much easier than it used to be because I have an amazing framily/friend group who takes circling the wagons seriously.

Becoming a hermit might STILL be in my future, however.

Social Media was cool but they ruined it by focusing on the rich getting richer. I miss the REAL connections we had through blogging. Social Media started removing our friends from our feed slowly and it all went to hell after that. My feeds are filled with shopping and random pages I don’t wish to spend time on. I just like who I like and people with good sense that I can get to like based on a common interest or two. I am not someone you can put in a box and know what I want. Shit…I don’t know what I want on any given day. Except pineapple on pizza. I will never want pineapple and cheese together. Fight me.

What’s going on random with you?

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Question…

Monnie Larry David

A framily member and I were discussing “Curb Your Enthusiasm” today and it was determined that I was the Black female version of Larry David.

Take this season when Larry started a whole coffee shop next to his nemesis out of spite. It was the pettiest thing he could do and yet…I’ve done this before on a much smaller scale. See…I had a woman refuse to shop where I was once until I’d left the building. She was looking for a table. I asked the owner how many tables he had and, when he told me, I told him I’d buy all he had. He was surprised but went around and counted it up, I paid and then left. With ALL the tables. That I had to return to pick up.

I called them the Petty Collection and it took me a long time to sell all of them but I did it.

Cuz I’m petty.

So I totally get Larry David’s energy. TOTALLY.

I also don’t like touching people. This hasn’t been a recent, sign of the times thing, this has been me forever. Larry David doesn’t like random people either. He always gets wrapped into some craziness and well…same. sigh I don’t make the things that happen to me up. I am simply not that creative. Shit just happens and I go along for the ride with an in-my-head commentary going on that I can’t shut off. Hella funny, mind you. HELLA.

I just finished reading this article about Larry David and well…it’s pretty spot on with me. In fact…I totally feel seen: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/04/style/larry-david-curb-your-enthusiasm-coronavirus-psa.html

What television character are you most like?

Isolation. Anxiety. Depression. Pandemic.

It's a beautiful day here. I see it from my bedroom window. The sun is out, everything is spring fresh green.

And I can't get out of bed.

Later and later it seems that I get up and I can't shake it. I just have no desire to move.

There weren't a lot of places I went anyway but not being able to do even the minimal I did has really hit me where it hurts me the most. In my brain. Where the darkness of chronic depression is always lurking.

I only watch the news for an hour a day but I am plugged in online with extremely informed friends so I still see the dumb shit. I still see that dude lying. I still see that dude proving with his own words and actions how unfit he is to lead. I still see him saying shit like the metrics he uses are in his brain. I still see him make kingly claims.

You can't get away from that shit. And people are dying. People I know, loved ones of people I know, friends of friends. People died from enjoying life at Mardi Gras. People I was around. People I smiled at, passed by, shared a laugh with because that's how we do because there are no strangers at Mardi Gras.

And the shit would make anyone feel smaller, diminished even…and here I am with my chronic shit that I work hard at fighting daily just crumbling. Bit by bit. Finding choosing happy difficult as fuck to accomplish.

My family got hit by this early and we were all terrified of the outcome for one of our most beloved. Then the relief came with knowledge of their surviving it and we were all grateful that we were able to have our needs met and stay safe at home. But now? Now all I can think about are all of the people who are home hungry or having to leave their home to make sure the basic needs of our country are met. I think about the kids who only ate at school. About the people with addiction. About the already sick not having access to what they need. I think about the homeless, the shelters, the food banks and I get overwhelmed with anxiety.

In the beginning I joined Zoom this and that. I talkednon the phone more and video called more. Now? I can't.

And I think of all the people who suffer from depression worse than I do and I worry so much about them because Lord…this is so much. So very, very much.

I'm going to try to write my way out of this hell in my brain since nothing else seems to be working.

How are you holding up?

"Insecure" Review - Season 4, Episode 1

Molly Loves Issa

“Honestly, I don’t fuck with Molly anymore.”

Season 4 of “Insecure” is back and it starts off showcasing, once again, just how complex day-to-day relationships can be. The series can be a lot of things. A show about Black millennials, a show about girlfriends, a show about dating, a show about career choices, haves and have-nots, all of that. It’s like that meme about trying to have time to do everything you want to do just trying to keep it all together.

Mostly, however, in my opinion, it’s about love.

More specifically? About Molly and Issa’s love because it’s there and it’s real. As real as any dysfunctional love you’ve ever witnessed is.

And Molly is a master of dysfunctional love with men, so why is anyone surprised that her love with Issa is more, if not all, of the same?

So I have read a lot of people say everything from Molly being jealous of Issa to Molly needing Issa to be broken down so that Molly can feel good about herself and that makes me cringe because I think Molly’s issues have nothing to do with Issa and everything to do with the fact that Molly is insecure as hell.

Molly’s shit with men is toxic as fuck and she acknowledges this. In fact, the only person who has EVER been able to tell her something about men that she will listen to is Issa. She might not acknowledge it initially, but we see her LISTENING. We see her seeking validation from Issa regarding her feelings and if she’s right or wrong when it comes to men. Issa is her touchstone. Her talisman if you will and, in her way, she believes she is the only person who can save Issa from Issa’ing and, because of their history, she hasn’t recognized yet that Issa is growing and changing. FINALLY.

Issa knows that Condola is the version of woman that Issa is striving to be. She knows her shortcomings and this thing with Lawrence has, once again, made her feel that she isn’t good enough. Molly KEEPS telling her she is but is focused on her own painful stuff she’s trying to pretend isn’t painful and she doesn’t have what it takes to thoughtfully consider Issa’s DEEP, deep ish.

And hey…neither of them have initials behind their names and can’t offer therapy to the other.

But eh…we saw it coming.

We all felt Issa wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handle it. We ALL worried.

When Condola told Lawrence, he didn’t think Condola should continue working with Issa at first either and yet, the masses aren't giving him crap about his immediate reaction. It was only after he took a breath and considered that Issa needed help that he changed his tune. Issa didn't think so either, hence the awkwardness and asking Kelli for her opinion regarding. It was weird because eh…Issa still has unresolved SOMETHING regarding her breakup with Lawrence. I don’t know if she still loves him but she’s still connected and she still wants things to have been different between them you know? So there is that.

I’ve had more than a few conversations about the triggering comment Molly made to Issa after the mixer was over and she’d let Issa know she knew about Condola and Lawrence. Molly said, “It’s just that…you know your life doesn’t have to be this messy, right? Sometimes I think you like that shit.”

And Issa did that thing with her face that she does when she has just absorbed something hurtful that she isn’t ready to admit hurt her. Her buffer face. The awkward Black girl face we first fell in love with. The face Molly has seen more than anybody I’m sure.

Molly and Issa have experience with each other and there are place cards for where each fit in the other’s life. Molly shows up pushing a hot Audi whip dressed in matching pricey yoga wear to spend Sunday self-caring with the only person she can count on and Issa is there waiting on her dressed in random t-shirt with shorts and derailing the process from the onset by whipping out the weed and then burning her mat with said weed. Nothing that surprises Molly. It’s easy. She moves past each of Issa’s awkward moments with ease, as she is a pro at maneuvering within them. Issa, the classic late bloomer, is growing. Not in the “normal” time frame of college, graduate school to career, but in other ways. In the bobbing and weaving of a creative. Still broke, still trying to figure it out, but showing up. Yes, showing up in a wardrobe she’s faking, but moving forward. Slowly. And there is a hiccup, per the norm.

Fucking Lawrence.

All of Issa’s friends and family are helping her out. Bartending, DJ’ing, talking up the project to investors when she was falling short, helping to clean up, hyping up the crowd, etc.

ISSA IS LOVED.

This is a love story.

I have someone that I love big time but is well known to be a fug up. Whenever they call me with something I automatically think to myself…”Aw lawd…here they come with the bullshit” before they have even uttered word one. Why? Historically they have made poor choices, which end up creating mess, drama and just a hectic existence. I watch it all unfold and, even as I wish they’d make better choices based on what they have experienced, 95% of the time, they still on dumb shit.

And the dumb shit ends up blowing up.

And I just wish that they’d stop doing dumb shit and had a lovely, cushioned existence filled with joy and happiness. Because I love them.

But eh…I KNOW them so I’m never surprised.

Molly and Issa won’t ever be as healthy as they can be until one or both of them have someone else in their life to bounce the OTHER stuff off. Neither of them is healthy enough to be everything to the other one.

That is a Molly AND Issa problem. Issa’s awkward azz is not blameless and Molly isn’t an evil bitch.

Kelly needs her own show.

Just my half a cent.