What The Hell?

Ok...dammit.

Blogger is acting better now and it's allowing me to post pics. I don't have the Vegas ones on this computer but I have the one that Ash and I took with Eric Roberson and his band when we were in Bmore.

I'm on the far right.

So, yall know how I have great ideas about what I want to post about and then I have a gargantuan brain fart and forget it all?

Well, I'm reading other blogs and remembering. Randomness...

*I am shrinking. I have been 5'7 for the longest. D kept telling me that I'm shorter than that but shit...if my doctor says I'm 5'7 then I'm inclined to believe him. Well, D measured me this weekend. How am I now 5'5.5? What in the fuck is going on? I don't wanna be short! Nothing against my shorties (*snicker @ Diva*) but I enjoy being taller.

*Way back when, when me and my sis were in high school, she had a lotta enemies. The thing about sis is that she has a big mouth. Always talking shit, very belligerent. Loves to argue and fight. Me, I'm not into it unless you test me.

Well, we were walking home from the mall one day and we were about...10 houses away from our house. A group of girls that hated my sister were on the porch of one of those houses and saw us. They started yelling stuff at us and of course, my sis started saying stuff back. I'm trying to grab her and pull her to the house cause let's be for real...there were about 6 BIG chicks on that porch. Me and my sister were sticks in high school...I realized what the odds were. LOL!

The girls come off the porch and follow us down the street. My sister is hindering our progress to the house cause she's talking shit to the girls. I'm trying to drag her because again...I realized what the odds were.

Soon enough, though, the girls catch up to us. My sister had a long ponytail and one of the girls grabbed it. My sister fell backwards and about 3 of the chicks started hitting her. I panicked LOL and then realized that I had a padlock on my key chain. So I started swinging it. I hit one chick in the head and she was startled for a sec but she kept hitting my sister. This bitch was superhuman. I hit another chick and saw her head bust open. She fell to the ground and then two of the girls started hitting me. After what felt like hours, I realized that me and my sister were not gonna win this fight. I ran to my house and saw that the front door was open. My mom was sitting on the couch, I could see her through the screen door. I pounded on the door and yelled "Chelle's getting jumped!" Man, you should have seen how fast my momma flew off that couch. Now, my mom is a bigger woman. And she has a bad knee. But she was MOVING.OUT. She ran down the street. All of a sudden, a car drove up and all the girls jumped in it and drove off.

Chelle wasn't hurt (I guess she put in some work after I ran) and she was able to walk home. My parents went to the house where all the girls were posted but no one would come to the door. We went back home and called the police. The police found the dumb broads around the corner re-enacting the fight. LOL! We pressed charges. I can't remember exactly what happened to them though.

For a while, my sister was mad at me because I ran. And for a while, I was pissed at her ass because she was talking shit to 6 big bitches when she knew we were outnumbered. I wasn't afraid to fight but hell, all I had was my padlock. I was skinny...my fists weren't gonna do anything. There were no bricks around. Oh yeah, I will hit a broad with a brick in a minute.

That's the only fight I have ever been in. My sister was still talking big shit and still fighting broads for a long time after that. I think she's calmed down some now but if yall think I have an anger problem...whoa. Not compared to my sister.

What would you have done? Ran to get help or stayed there and gotten beat down? LOL