Goodbye 2006.....Welcome 2007!

I was going to do that survey thingy that has been running thru several blogs recently, but I feel like it might be too scripted and/or rigid, so I'm just gonna write whatever.

2006 has been one heck of a year. It came so fast, and it's leaving even faster. There are many things I thought/hoped I would accomplish in 2006 that I didn't, but on the other hand, there were a few unexpected miracles here and there.

I believe I have grown and matured a little more over this year. I've always been a patient person, but now, I am learning to be even more patient and give people room for mistakes because I know they will make them - just like I do (and will continue to do).

I have learnt (though not completely) how to deal with an issue without detaching myself emotionally in order not to get hurt by it anymore. I bring this up because this year (about May or June), Boyfriend and I almost broke up. In fact, I broke up for a minute, but Boyfriend wouldn't let me - funny, I know. He did some things, I did some things, and I just couldn't handle them. The situation between us got really bad, so I dealt with it the only way I knew how - I completely detached myself emotionally, so I became untouchable. Or maybe UNHURTABLE. But that's not human, so of course, that phase did not last - Thank God.

So now, I am learning the meaning of marriage (No, I am neither married nor engaged). I just want to learn to be patient with Boyfriend and every other person in general. Needless to say, I know I am also a lotta work to deal with. Alright, enough about him.

I had some issues with school this year. It was (still is) very frustrating, but I know I already did my part, so all I can do now is wait on the Lord to do his part. I know He did not bring me this far to leave me. Busola wonders how come I am so relaxed about the situation, and I told her it's because there is nothing I can do about it, so what's the point of stressing anyway? I am learning not to waste my time worrying about things I cannot change.

I feel like I just celebrated my birthday, and now all of a sudden, I have to do it all over again - except this time, I will be one year older. Some issues are becoming very real to me, and they scare the crap outta me. Busola is engaged...which means that by His Grace, I might be too sometime soon. Even though we (Busola & I) have always fantasized about marriage and motherhood, I am actually very scared.

Being married and having kids are both unchangeable situations. I do not believe in divorce, so that's not an option. However, people still get divorced. But what happens if I suddenly don't feel like being a mother anymore? Where do I return the baby? I am not aware of any return policies on babies, and I doubt if there is any "try it free for 90 days, and if you don't like it, send it back to us @ no cost to you" policies either. Well, let me not worry too much about babies and/or marriage. When I get to that bridge, I will cross it.

My writing is my baby thus far. I believe I have improved tremendously on my writing. A lot of my readers have testified to it too, and I am really, really happy about that. I am very grateful to God for giving me this gift. I did not learn to write per se; I just write. I've been writing stories since I was about five, but at that time, I did not know how much I loved writing. I just thought it was a hobby, but now I know it's much more than that, and for this gift, I am eternally grateful to God.

For 2007, I have dreams. BIG DREAMS! Of course, I don't know how this year will go, but I am very optimistic about the future. I am always optimistic. I always have faith in God to do the best for my life. If the names people bear affect their personality, then I can say that my name Vera affects my personality. Vera is a Russian name, and it means 'faithful'. Therefore, I am!

I don't think I have ever been this honest on my blog before...without joking, and you better not get used to it. I am not a serious person. I discuss serious issues, but I would rather not be too serious about them; seriousness takes the fun out of them. A joke here and there always makes me feel better.

Finally, I just wanna say thanks to everyone who has been keeping up with me. I'm talking about the bloggers, readers, anonymous readers that have left & continue to leave comments...thank you all! I have gotten to know a lot of bloggers (on the Blogville level, of course), and it is pretty interesting the things I have in common with you all. I have also spoken with a few, and they have been great pleasures to speak to. Thanks for calling!

I wish you all a very prosperous New Year!

I'll see y'll next year!

By the way, my birthday is on the 14th of January. I share this day with my four year old sweetheart (who will be turning five), a cousin in the army (stationed in Germany), and three other friends. Funny, huh?

*Hugs & Kisses*

A Very Merry Christmas!!

Sooohow was your Christmas? Nice? Fun? Okay? Boring? Painful? Merry? I think I would say mine was merry. I actually did not do anything special, but somehow I had a blast. I usually get all depressed during times like Christmas because I always have such great expectations for it, and then when the day comes, absolutely nothing happens.

I was so merry that I decided to play with my camera and take more pictures of my eye...cause you know how the world is in need of more pictures of Vera's eye. And these pictures are here to prove that my eye comes in different shades...not just green! And let no1 say anything about the size of my eye!!

This year was good sha. I expected absolutely nothing to happen; in fact, all I was looking forward to was sleep. I was really sleepy because in the past few days I have not had enough sleep (don't ask why). Remember Frank (Busola's fiance) had a get-together on Saturday? Well, it went great! What was supposed to be a small get-together turned out to be a dancing party because Frank's best friend decided to hijack the party, and so he invited the whole of Maryland. Either way, it was great! I took all the pictures as usual.

Here's one of Frank and Busola. They look great, don't they? Yeah, yeah, I have a thing for beautiful people. *Busola, don't let this get to your head please - you're not that fine!*

Do not be fooled by the size of Busola's breasts - they are not that big (not that they even look big now). She's wearing a VERY padded strapless bra. Who does she think she's fooling? I know what lies beneath!! I have seen them many, many times, and I know their vital statistics (*cough*). She may fool the bloggers who don't know her, but I refuse to be fooled! No amount of pads and/or gels can fool me. I know her stuff like the back of my hands. Should I have admitted that?





OUR TV DEBUT

On Christmas day, we (I, mom, aunt, and grandma) went to the Basilica in Baltimore, which is the oldest catholic cathedral in America. It was recently renovated, so we decided to check it out. Whilst inside the church, this Asian lady kept taking pictures, and she came to me and took a few shots of me while I was kneeling down & praying (like the good gal that I am). After taking the shots, she asked for my name (which I gave her), and then she told me she was a photo journalist. Apparently, she works for a newspaper here in Baltimore.

After the service, my grandma and I walked out of the church...only to be stopped by a news crew for an interview. They asked us how we felt about Christmas inside the church and all that, and we said it was great...of course. So last night, I saw myself (and my grandma) on the news. Hmmmm. I was smiling too much for comfort.

But you know the funniest part of this TV DEBUT (for lack of a better word), my mom came out of the church before us, and she was walking really fast to make sure that her SUV had not been towed (cause we parked in a NO PARKING zone; parking downtown is a hassle). She was wearing a traditional lace gown, which was soooo beautiful. She had on a nice, big gele (scarf) and some nice pointy-toed shoes. In all her beauty and majesty, she almost tripped on her dress when she came out of the church, and guess what? Yeap, the had it on TV!! Can you believe that crap! Now, I can only imagine what celebrities feel like; I mean, the darn paparazzi are alwayz there. How wrong is that?! When I saw my mom almost trip, I couldn't stop laughing. It was a sight to behold. The one time she gets to be on TV, she had to go and almost fall down. LOL. Ain't that something???

On saturday (the 23rd) my camera started acting funny. The memory card wouldn't lock in, so I took it right back to the store and got a new camera. Now, I have a Kodak camera, and I actually like this one better than the Samsung I just returned. I'm yet to meet anyone who has used so many digital cameras in such a short period. The good thing is that I gat some change back - $60. Can you believe the Samsung we bought in October has now gone down by $80??? How crazy is that?? The new camera cost $60 less than the original price of the Samsung, but if I had decided to get the Samsung again, I woulda gotten $80 back.

Anyways, so the pictures I took of my eye in my merry state were taken with the new camera. And lemme just say that whoever makes fun of the size of my eye will have pepper stuffed down his/her you-know-what.

So now I have a new philosophy for being satisfied (and merry, of course): NO EXPECTATIONS, NO DISAPPOINTMENTS. Trust me, it works for everything. And I do mean everything.

So how merry was your Christmas?

...And So He Called...

Who is the he? Hmmm, he is none other that Boorish Male o. Unfortunately, I wasn't available at the time he called, so he left me a message. When I heard the message, I fell instantly in love. You shoulda heard his voice. Of course, I could always put the message on here for all to hear, but why would I wanna share my message with all you husband-snatching bloggers? (Overwhelmed and Bojouxoxo take note).

I dunno why I miss important calls like that of Boorish Male and somehow be available for yeye calls from yeye people (Bijouxoxo, take note). While I realize that openly confessing my attraction for Boorish Male's voice might be tantamount to me getting some mad beatings from his girlfriend/fiancee/wife (if he has one) and thereby resulting in the tarnishing of my very clean image (*cough*), somehow I just don't care.

Funmi came 2 my house last night, and I played the message for her. We both fell on the couch with our eyes closed. Funmi said, "Oh my God, his voice is soooo hotttt!! And he even wished you a merry Christmas." Yes indeed, he did. We played that message more than twenty times - yes, his voice was that sexxxy. Every time the message got to the end, Funmi said, "Play it again!"

In fact, I love the voice so much that I even considered printing it out and putting it under my pillow, but then I realized I couldn't print out his voice. So now I'm thinking about burning it on a cd, so I can put it on repeat while I sleep. Maybe then, he will even come into my dream and whisper sweet nothings in2 my ear. Hehehehehe. Boy oh boy!!!

Boorish Male, sorry if I am putting you on the spot oh, but you know I just had to acknowledge the fact that I have a sexxxy voice on my voicemail.

Oh, errr, Bloke you know I still love you. Yea, Boorish Male may be tryna tempt me with his rather sexxxy voice, but I still love you. You know that right?? *kisses*

Tomorrow, I'll be in Frank's (Busola's fiancee) house for his birthday get together. We're gonna be playing games like Cherades, Twister, Monopoly, and Jackpot. It's not a dancing party (thank God), so I'm gonna dressed casually and comfortably. I intend to kick some mad ass @ the games, and if possible, take loadza pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Until next time.... Have a Blessed day and Merry Christmas!!!

I'm Bringing Blogging Back...

*singing* them other bloggers don't know how to blog...*

Alright, I just had to get that song off my chest. You know, ever since I was born, I have always known that I've got at least one song in my heart, and finally, it is out!!!

I wasn't gonna mention this, but since Bijouxoxo has made it obvious that she doesn't understand why I talk about it, I will talk about it then. Miss Flo (AKA my period) just came into town yesterday. There I was listening to my baby cousin as he sang with the rest of his pre-K friends at their carrol, and then I started feeling a lil weird. That was when it occured to me that I may be experiencing a CODE RED...literally! So off to the bathroom I went to resusitate my dignity, and lo and behold, Ms. was only about a centimeter away from causing havoc. Is that graphic enough, or do you need more details? Hehehehe. Bijouxoxo, how you like me now???

YES, IT IS HUMAN

In fact, to be more precise, it is Uju. Remember I said I had to take her tracks off the other day? Well, after that, we were watching a Naija movie, and she was feeling cold...possibly because I didn't turn the heat on; I don't like feeling so warm...I'd rather be cold, but anyways... She was feeling cold, but she was too lazy to go get the blanket from the closet, and I wouldn't let her pull the blanket off my bed cause I hate it! I'd have to make the bed over to make the blanket look neat and all.

Anyways, she decided to cover herself self with newspapers (her head is on the left; if you look real well, you'll see part of her head). It's on days like this one that I begin to question my sanity for being involved with people that are evidently insane. I think their craziness is rubbing off on me because I was very normal before I met them. By the way, she does not know I took this picture of her, but I'm pretty sure she would find out soon.

THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT??

I'll tell ya! Yesterday, I was @ my aunt's house and her friend was called my aunt to ask her for a gift idea for her five year old son's teacher. My aunt couldn't think of anything good, so her friend got off the phone. Few minutes later, she called back and said she had figured it out. She would give her son's teacher a deodorant. A deodorant?! One single stick?! Who on earth does that? I could not stop laughing. I told her to prepare to get beaten up after having a series of flat tires. LOL. If she was thinking about giving him a gift set containing a deodorant and after-shave and all that good smelling stuff I like smelling on Bloke (wink* wink*), it would be better, but a single stick??? Errrrr...I think not!

ON THE NEWS

A five year old boy in kindergaten has been suspended from school. Why??? You'd never guess, trust me. Alright, fine, try to guess. Nope....! Nope...! Not that either. Okay, I'll tell ya. He was suspended for sexual harrassment. Apparently, he pinched his class mate on her butt. Errr, am I the only one who thinks Americans have gone berseck with all these their sexual rubbish? I mean, does every lil thing have to be sexual? How on earth does a five year old sexually harrass someone?

Anyways, they showed the statistics of sexually related suspensions among kindergaten students (crazy right?), and apparently, last year, there were 4 suspensions for sexual assault. This troubles me. What exactly do they mean by sexual assault - rape??? My God, I fear for the future of my children. What the heck is this world turning to? I dunno if this statistics if onlt for Maryland or the whole of U.S., but either way it's troubling. When did kindergaten kids stop getting in trouble for not sharing and start getting in trouble for sexually related crimes? Odikwa risky o!!!

Well, lemme stop here for today. I have more to write actually, but I don't wanna write too much. Bloke is calling me already. Nite y'll!!!

I gotta go put some make-up on my face and go 2 bed. Now, b4 you go running off and spreading the false truth that I am crazy, lemme explain. I don't just put make-up on before going to bed, but i got a buncha new MaryKay make-up from my aunt yesterday, so I wanna do some practice make-up b4 going 2 bed. I'm not gonna wash it off because I don't like washing make-up off as soon as I put it on. Hmmmm...on second thoughts, perhaps, I should just practice tomorrow after taking a shower. Did you know make-up is the only form of art I know? Now you do.

Once again....good nite. Sweet dreams....of me...

Lazzzzzzzy

OK - I guess I can only ignore all the "update Vera!" for so long. All these small small people that have been disturbing my me time ehn....I'm not calling any names, so if you say it's London Buki, Biodun, Overwhelmed, ChainReaders, etc, well, you might be right, but I won't mention names.

Sooooooo.....I have been reallly, reallly lazy to do anything lately. I have neither updated my blog nor read any other blog. I haven't even written anything lately. Why? Because I have so much to read and so much to write, and so I have just chickened out and decided to do neither. Of course, one might argue that this isn't a very fruitful way of dealing with wahala, but that's the only way that I know.

Busola is having a get together for her fiance, Frank on the 23rd of this month (which is on saturday). If anyone lives in or has been to Maryland, then you would know that Maryland has a lotta Nigerians....and half of them are not worth knowing. Do I need to mention that I am the ring leader of the other half that are absolutely worth knowing? Anywho...there has been a whole lotta drama surrounding the whole issue of Frank's get-together. Let's just say that some people don't know how to take a hint. I mean, if you didn't receive an invitation, it only means one thing....YOU'RE NOT INVITED!!! Of course, you'd think that the fact that the host of the party (Busola) doesn't like/talk to them would give them a clue.... but nope..... some people just don't get it.

So what are y'll doing for Christmas? I don't have any plans at all. I'll probably be sleeping on that day sef. I'm not gonna lie to you...typing this post right now is a real drag! Can you tell? I can't even remember the time I started typing this post, but right now it's 12:13am and I am still not done. Mehn.......

Uju is on her way here for me to take the tracks off her hair. I dunno why I always have to be responsible for that girl's hair. Oh well!

Mehn, I'm sorry, but I cannot pretend anymore. I wanna keep typing, but it isn't flowing @ all, and I don't wanna just give you a buncha crap to read. I wanna also lie and say that I am working on chapter 4, but you'll know I'm lying since I already said I have not done any kinda writing in a while. Abeg, don't be mad @ me jare.

In my defense, I am really pissed off right now. I could change things, but what is it gonna cost me?

Nite Y'll

p.s. Kokoro ewa called me today, and you will not believe the nerve of that crazy girl! She had the balls to tell me to leave her man, Bloke. Can you believe her insanity?! And to add insult to injury sef, she said I sound 'nice'....err, what was she expecting? Any1 that knows that crazy fart-smeller should go and warn her o...because if I vex ehn...!!!

another p.s. I don't feel like proof-reading, so deal with the typographical errors (if any).

The Silly Things We Do (2)

A while ago, I put up the post of The Silly Things We Do (1). Now, I'm gonna write the second edition bout my daddy. Abeg share this laugh with me.

My father is a medical doctor, and his clinic is right across our house in Plateau State. He has a storage room in the house that is filled with medication et al. My father is never in a hurry to do anything...just like me. He'd wake up in the morning and start watching makosa music videos instead of going to work; a lot of times, his workers would have to call him and tell him that he has patients waiting 4 him.

On this day, my dad was taking his sweet time as usual, and then one of his patients decided to come to our house herself to tell my dad that she had been waiting 4 him. When she came, my dad was taking a shower, so she decided to wait in the living room. That day, it was only my dad, my cousin, and I that were home.

The woman decided to use the bathroom (not the one dad was taking a shower in). She did the number two, and it was stinking!!! She flushed the toilet, but damn!!! When dad came out of his bedroom, I told him that the woman was waiting 4 him in the living room. He went into the storage room to get some medication(s) or something like that, but he had to go past the bathroom that the woman used. So when he was passing, he was all like, "Hmmph! These children (me and my cousin), what did you people eat? This place stinks! We have a visitor, and you couldn't even have the decency of flushing the toilet after you. Hmmph!"

The man was all fanning his nose every time he had to pass that bathroom. He said it over and over that me and my cousin were nasty, etc, and we should stop eating junk. The man even had the nervesto go and apologise to the woman for the foul odor in the house. The woman didn't say anything back. What was she supposed to say - 'sorry, Doctor, it was me'? LOL

My cousin and I didn't even bother telling him it wasn't us that did it. We just let him run his mouth and stick his foot deeper down his throat. When he was done attempting to embarass me and my cousin, we finally decided to tell him. He was so shocked! And ashamed, of course, but I doubt if his shame was half as much as that woman's own. That's what she gets for shitting in the Doctor's house, LOL. She shoulda held her shit in the clinic, but she just had to come and stink up the house. LOL.

Boy oh boy...the good ol' days! I wouldn't mind a repeat of that event at all...as long as I'm not the person who polluted the house. But seriously, the foul odor of that woman's shit was lethal. It was literally lethal gas; in fact, I am surprised we didn't have to evacuate the house until further notice. Yeap, it was that bad.

Until later sha. Have a wonderful day!

Thanks Y'll!!!

Haven't been to/on Blogville in a while. Since I published the third chapter of Every Woman, I have been tryna respond to emails and all that sort. Anyways, I just wanna thanks to everyone that read Every Woman and commented on it, wrote to me, and/or called. I really appreciate it. Okay lemme stop being all mushy...it's unnatural.

Someone called from U.K and left me a message on my voicemail. I couldn't call back because there was no call-back number. So my dear U.K. caller, abeg, call me back...or better yet, send me an e-mail. I tend to respond to e-mails a lot faster.

NaijaDude was sweet enuff to call me the other day too (I think that was on Thursday). The funny thing about the situation is that I was watching a Naija movie with my mom, and I picked the call on speaker phone, so my mother could hear him. At that time, I didn't even know it was NaijaDude, and then next thing my mom and I were hearing some dude saying, "Vera, I have a crush on you. I love you, Vera, and I want to take you to the moon." I was laughing so hard, and so was my mom. I was thinking, "who is this psycho now?" LOL. And my mom was probably thinking, "nawa for children of nowadays...".

Anyways, when he finally told me it was him, we had a blast talking. Right NaijaDude??? Thanks for calling sha, and trust me, I will be calling you one of these days. Be prepared to be very surprised. I have 2 say that I am really sorry that you personally know that crazy chic, Overwhelmed. It must be really tough being you!

Another call I feel I should mention is one from a girl/lady. She was calling to say she loved my story. Maybe I didn't hear her well, or maybe I misunderstood what she said, but I think she said she didn't want to send me an email cause she didn't want her cover to be blown...as in she was an anonymous caller. I repear, I may have misunderstood, but I think that's what she said. Needless to say, I am still very thankful for that call...and all others, of course.

Abeg, just in case any1 calls me and I do not pick up, please do leave a message and a call-back number, okay? I have to say that I am not good at returning phone calls promptly...unless the person needs emergency medical assistance. Hehehehehe. Anyways, my point is that if you need a quick response, e-mail might be faster for you...if I don't pick up your call, of course.

As for now, I gats to go get my beauty sleep. NaijaBloke is already in bed waiting for me...and I wouldn't wanna keep him waiting. He doesn't quite like waiting.

Night Y'll!!!

Every Woman - Chapter 3 Has Been Published

I bet you thought this day will never come to pass, huh? Well, you thought wrong! Funmi, Busola, and Ibukun (especially Busola) have been on my neck about publishing the third chapter, so here it is.

Busola has called me like everyday to disturb me about the third chapter. She won't even say 'how are you, Vera?', or 'Have you eaten today, Vera?' Intead, the 1st thing she'd say is, "Have you finished chapter 3?!" Haba!

Anyways, as always, I'd absolutely love to get some feed back. Leave comments PLEASE! E-mail me if you wanna - verastic@yahoo.com and/or call too if you wanna 443-834-7374.

Click HERE to read it.

Thanks y'll!!!

What Does This Look Like???

What in Heaven's name does this thing look like? I cannot understand why this thing is hanging on the wall in my living room. My mother put it up there, and I do not know what this is supposed to be. She thinks it's decoration, but I think it's nasty! This thing looks like 2 balls hanging on the wall. Yes, I mean, a man's balls. C'mon, look @ it well. Why the hell is it on the wall? What is so decorative about this thing?

One time I caught Boyfriend staring @ it, and when he saw me looking at him, we both burst out laughing. Then he asked, "what is this supposed to be?" Shoot, beats me! I don't know what the makers had in mind when they made it, and I don't know where it is supposed to be kept, but I know I don't like it. I don't like the shape it takes, and I don't like the image it brings to my head. What if some oyibo person enters my house and starts thinking I'm a pervert for hanging balls on the wall?

I honestly don't understand my mother. She got this thing from the dollar store, but I don't know why she got it. I think she just got it because of the price and nothing else. Or could she actually be attracted to these balls? Even if they do not have the disturbing shape that they do, I still would't take them for free. Yet, my mother paid one dollar for these masculine balls.

Am I missing something here?

BORAT

Soooo I finally saw this movie. Twas really funny. If you're the type who does not enjoy racial or crude jokes, then perhaps, this movie isn't for you.

Borat is from Khazakistan (4give my spelling if it's wrong), and his government sent him 2 USA to learn the culture. It's one heck of a ride! But you know what is even funnier (in a disturbing way)? The people in this movie weren't even acting!...that is, with the exception of the people that made the movie. If you're confused by what I am saying, then sorry, but I dunno how else to explain it.

You shoulda seen when Borat met a black man. Apparently he had never met a black person before. He described the black man as being "naturally chocolate, without make-up". LOL. I couldn't stop laughing when I heard that. And it may interest you to know that in the entire Khazakistan, Borat's sister is the 4th best prostitute...and she has a trophy to show for it. Well, ain't that something?!





IS THIS WEIRD?

Yesterday, I ordered a box of pizza. I ate two slices, then I cut off all the crusts from the remaining slices. I put each crust in a lil ziplock bag (for convenience) and put it in the freezer. I threw the actual pizza away. So now, I have been snacking on the crusts. Whenever I feel like eating one, I just bring out a bag, throw it in the microwave for a few seconds...and voila!!! My snack is ready. I ought to order pizza more often. Too bad I can't order only the crusts. Needless to say, I really only ordered the pizza because I was craving the crusts. Mmmmm, yummy!!!

EVERY WOMAN - CHAPTER 3

I know I have been talking about it forever, but the 3rd chapter of Every Woman really is almost done. By His Grace, I shuld be putting it up tomorrow. Bear with me, please.

Okay, I guess that's it for now. I'm off to bed. Gotta wake up early to curl-iron my hair. I just washed it today, so I'm kinda looking like Tina Turner. Oh, and I've been putting my hair under my nose and sniffing it. Smells sweet!!! Am I crazy?

Nite Y'll!