Save Us From The Children

Dear Diary,

The government has been forcing us to spend two weeks with our children. They up and closed all schools, daycares, play dates, parks and grandma’s houses to us so now they are our sole responsibility.

I am not okay.

Did you know that they try to follow you to the bathroom? Since when is peeing a group activity? “Can mommy have a bit of privacy please?”

I don’t know how many more don’t eat thats, don’t hit mommys , and leave that alones I have left in me. At this point the kid is evolving and is creating mythical dirt. The never ending kind that she seems to pull out of thin air. Maybe it is she who is the magician, who can make a previously clean room disappear.

Also, she seems to think that she is a cat and is trying to climb and scratch walls. She has taken to sitting in boxes and attempting to eat cat food. Sigh. I don’t have any beer left. I am unprepared.

Check on your parent friends, we are not okay!

Sigh. Until tomorrow and as always, Send beer!

Plotting how to drive mommy nuts

The Beginning of the Descent

Dear diary,

The walls of the apartment are moving in on me. I can feel it. They want to crush me and release me from this beer-less existence.

Today, just as the walls were about to collapse around me, I went for a jog. A JOG! I haven’t run since 2018 before I got pregnant. My legs did this deep intense itching thing it does when I go for a run after a long time. I think it’s my body’s not so subtle way of asking me “bitch, wtf are you doing?”

All of the things I’d like to do are outside. I’m tired of Netflix, the kid won’t let me sit long enough to read. Yesterday I got so desperate, I started to clean. I scrubbed walls and mopped floors and Dear Lord, what is happening to me!?

*Wails loudly*

You know what, I amend that, I want to go outside but like to bars and restaurants and the beach. Ya know, fun shit. Not just to sit on the porch and watch the dozens of cars whose drivers are obviously going grocery shopping or getting gas.

No, I want real life shit. To go to work and complain about my job, then to come home and tweet about how I’m sad I have to go to work tomorrow. I was not prepared to just sit home everyday. Without beach. Without beer. Without boats.

I’m going crazy! Send help! And more importantly, send beers!

Free Beer; Inquire With In

What is it about being restricted to the confines of your house and yard for 24 hour mandatory curfew that makes one want to have beer with breakfast? Am I right?

“Why, yes dear, I’d love a breakfast Kalik. Make it a Kalik Light Platinum”.

Sadly, as I told you all yesterday, I have run out of beer so I guess coffee? Tea? Juice?

I don’t know. I hate it here! Send beer!

This Kalik Has HOW Many Calories??

No, but for real, how many calories are in a regular Kalik? Strangely, beers do not have a daily calorie chart on the back like other beverages. I’m drinking a ton of these. I’m gonna be FAaaaaaAaattttt.

In case of emergency I do have Bud Light Platinums. I’m really not trying to get fat eating Doritos and drinking beer. But let’s be real, I’m gonna get fat eating Doritos and drinking beer. And there’s a LOT of juice. Whew. Y’all. It ain looking good at all.

I’m gonna be in The Bahamas for a few extra weeks since Turks and Caicos will close their boarders to commercial travel, and my job will close it’s doors. So I’m definitely gonna need more beer. Let me know in the comments where I can get some. I’m totally shocked that I can’t pick up a case at the grocery store with my toilet paper and eggs (IGA, I miss you).

Anyways, I’m rambling. Y’all be safe for real!

Shelter in Place?

I came to The Bahamas from TCI a few days ago because tourism right now has been one of the hardest hit COVID-19 casualties. I have come right in time for The Bahamas government to put a curfew in place to limit the spread of the virus. As it stands, I have spent the better part of the last few days, trying to explain to a new toddler why she can’t eat things out of the trash, playing a ton of Call of Duty, drinking beers and lamenting over how I can’t work out.

I would like to take this time to issue a public notice that in light of COVID-19 that “Summer Body 2020” has been postponed until further notice. I have been drinking a shit ton of beer and eating Spicy Doritos to my heart’s content. At this rate, I’ll be back in the gym to lose corona weight as much as baby weight.

My husband is also now working from home with the new restrictions, so on his “lunch break” we have a ton of family time.

I don’t know what’s going to happen this year. All plans have for the larger part been cancelled. Trips, savings, vacations. Alla that. I’m literally just in survival mode. We’re just 100% into survival mode. Miguel said to me last night , “Who would have thought when we were toasting each other on New Year’s night, that this year would have turned out this way?” Ha! What an understatement!

Anyways y’all. Be safe. Protect yourselves against COVID-19 as well as baby Coronito and Coronita who will be making their debuts in November/December 2020. Two weeks inside is a long ass time. Hopefully we all make it out of this mess alive.

I love y’all for real.

Views From My 11th Floor Window: Nassau, Paradise Island

Paradise Island, Nassau Bahamas

My Tribute to my Bigger Bro: Almando F. A. Rigby

So one night just as I was drifting off to sleep, I started thinking about my bigger bro outta the blue. 🙂 And I couldn’t help but to think how just AWESOME he is. I never thought of it in detail before, but honestly, he has shaped many of my tastes, my beliefs, my behaviours. He was honestly like another father to me.

When I was growing up, we were too far apart in age to be “friends” but I always looked up to him. I became a fan of the L.A. Lakers from very young because that was his team, I liked the Denver Broncos (even though I didn’t really get football) because he was a fan. I fell in love with R&B in particular Boyz 2 Men, Jodeci and K-Ci and Jojo cause that is all they (him and Lindy) listened to.

I am always so super proud when other people got to hear him sing… He always used to be singing around the house, but if someone came over, or when he finally started singing in church, my heart would swell with pride to know that other people got to enjoy the beautiful tone of his voice. I always made sure scan the congregation to make sure everyone was clapping, and believe me, they would get mean mugged if they weren’t just loving it as much as I was!

When he started being in plays with the Grand Bahama Players, I went to just about all of them. I think I missed only one (Johnny Rasta) and even though I missed it I still know that one line about Jah Tree :-)… I always got super excited being in the audience and seeing them react to his comedic stylings -that dude is funny as hell in case u didn’t know. Sometimes I get so proud its almost as if I am more like the parent. I never missed an opportunity to let my friends, and sometimes even random people in the world, know that my bigger brother was a superstar. He was in plays. And he was pretty damn good at it.

Even when he started preaching in church, it was at that point when I was on the fence about religion. I would still go to hear him speak. My big bro has super talent. He is TOTALLY great at that too. I would always get a kick outta seeing my pops perk up when he was preaching. If there is anything to be said about my pops, he ISN’T easily impressed. So when he said “He was pretty good” after the sermon was done, I knew that he was definitely just as great as I thought he was.

It was only in the last few years, I guess when Domi and Lindy first moved to T.I. and left us there where we first forged a friendship and not just the relationship that brothers and sisters are obligated to have. I totally love it. I can now call my big brother my friend and he has proved himself to be a friend. Patiently answering all the questions about God that I have without judging me- well at least not to my face.

I remember one particular turning point in our relationship, at least for me… I sent him my measurements for my dress for his wedding and he replied to that message. It said “i love you ya know bui!!!!!” <— I just copied and pasted that from the email. I kept that all these years, since 2005. And I remember I was at work and I had to go into the bathroom because I started bawling like a baby. That was one of the first times that I could remember him telling me that he loved me. And the fact that it was unsolicited made it all the more special. Ok I am thinking I am running on too long.

The point is, I LOVE my bigger brother. He gave me his blessings when I was getting married even though he couldn’t be there (I saved those text messages too, LOL) and even in this recent turmoil he showed me that he has my back and he loaned me his support. I will ever love my bigger brother. No matter what life throws our way, he holds a super special place in my heart…

 

Mando, I love u bui! Hugs and Kisses!