Wombie Wars: The Beginning

The following is based on real events…

ppppsssst.

Pppssst.

PPSSSSSSSSTTTT!

Hey?

Yea, you.

*Cassandra gestures for folks to draw near. Cassandra peers around suspiciously and tells Britta to get off her darned foot already!*

Yea, so, my wombie fixing to show up in the comments soon?

Whatcha mean why and why yall hootin and hollerin in such a disloyal fashion!?😳

*Cassandra breaks into a heated argument with Britta on showing some love, some loyalty*

*Cassandra realizes she has forgotten to mention the reasons for the hastily assembled and essential meeting of the beloveds*

So, what had happened wuz the following:

Wombie: I can NOT believe you did that?!

Me: *innocent look* Did what?

Wombie: I can NOT believe you put me on blast in your blog!…*wombie stamps foot indignantly*

Me: *eye rolls*….*shakes head sadly realizing some folks didn’t think fat meat was really greasy(black folk slang regarding someone not taking heed to something and paying the price)* Did I NOT tell you that I was fixing to tell on you, in my blog, just as soon as I hung up the damned 5 o clock phone and tattle that you woke me at the crack o damn clock knowing full well I had to sleep then had THHEEEEEEEE nerve to tell me to go back to sleep an hour and a half later!?

*Cassandra tosses the gavel to the ground and tells the court the defense rests*

Wombie: That’s NOT fair and I CAN state my case in the comments!…*stamps foot*

Hhhmmm.

HHHMMMM!?

*Realizing Wombie is fully capable, and ridiculous to do such a meanie thing, Cassandra decides to hatch a dastardly, yet admittedly foolhardy plan, decides to get off the openly salvo in what would famously, hereafter and hitherto be known as…

Wombie Wars.

PPPSSSSSST!

*Cassandra peers stealthily and a bit noisily from her tiny closet she had hastily fastened in the middle of her living room. Cassandra sniffs dramatically at Ashley advising this is HER damned story and war so she can concoct an imaginary closet any where she damn please. Realizing she needs allies Cassandra bribes Ashley with a mini brownie and continues on*

So, beloveds, I gotta make this quick, fast and in a hurry. When Wombie shows up, in the comments or from some damned hiding place, do NOT join her side. Stick with me. I expect loyalty above all…hehe…

Get ready for some shenanigans, beloveds. Wombie can be a sneaky one. Growing up, we used to play the super dumb game of hiding from one another. I believe I have posted, in the past, about us doing the absolute ridiculous thing of hiding, for hours and hours, from one another.

We would then jump out and scare the fresh hell out of the other one. To get more background on her, please go back and read my post called, I think, ‘Everyone needs a Wombie’ or some such.

My twin, my wombie, my friend, means the world to me. Don’t tell her, yall, and do NOT use the following words against me, in our upcoming Wombie War:

The reason the work news, two weeks ago, was particularly upsetting, devastating, awful, awful, awful…..*Cassandra stamps foot just THINKING of work and angrily swipes tears away*. So, the reason the work news was so upsetting is that I would be moved to a que wherein I would not be able to yak, incessantly, via text, email and phone calls(wedged discreetly between breaks, lunches etc) with wombie about anything, everything, dumb things, hard things, things of God, things of life, football, ok not football as for the life of me can NOT unnerstant why o why wombie does not like sports…*Cassandra decides to keep this as ammunition for future war battles and keep it moving*

I have been tasked to help out, temporarily, in another part of the company that is super stretched then where there will be NO TIME TO YAK INCESSANTLY ABOUT EVERYTHING, NOTHING AND ALL ELSE IN BETWEEN WITH MY WOMBIE!…*stamps foot*.

You see, we talk, EVERY day. And, once work has passed, I will call her, she will call me and we will rave on and on and on and on about everything, nothing and all else in between. Those calls, texts, emails mean the world to me.

Also, a few months ago I believe, it was on my heart to start calling Wombie just to say goodnight. Even though we may have just talked and blabbed and blabbed and tired of one another. One night, well, I just wanted to call my wombie dammit and tell her goodnight.

Me: Hey.

Wombie: What is it? Didn’t we just talk.

Me: Yes, I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.

Wombie: Really?

Me: Really…..*shrug*….goodnight sis. Love you and talk to you tomorrow.

After she had peeled her face off the carpet, wombie said goodnight back and a cherished event, and moments, were born. Thereafter, every night, I call my wombie just to tell her goodnight. Depending on the night, the call literally lasts seconds, or may last five minutes, ten, an hour, fresh hell sis you getting me in your vortex and you KNOW I have to be at work in a few hours!

When I was blithely informed I would be moved, immediately to this tough department, I realized I would not have much time to share, to be with, to carry on with, my wombie.

This news, on top of the devastating health news had me in a tizzy. Man, beloveds, I was soooooo angry, initially. With, God. With, Life. Dammit, with everything. The health diagnosis, coming from the blue. The work news, coming from the blue. The time constraints, coming from the blue….*sigh*…felt as though Thanos had won, yet again, snapping his cruel fingers and snatching my health innocence away, stealing my wombie time, snatching away the department that I dearly loved working in.

I threw a tantrum, for just a minute. I admit it. Told God to go ahead and kick some rocks. Told Life to join God and BOTH can go ahead and kick some rocks. Kept quiet with work knowing I needed a job and am no dummy.

Yea, yall, I carried on just as much when my young friend had passed away on New Years Eve. A MAJOR Thanos hind end kicking that was. I found that I was FINALLY able to make the chili, eat the chili and begin again ONLY to have the world turned on it’s ear, again!

Thankfully, my wombie was there for me. She let me cry. She cried. She let me be angry. She was angry when I was too blasted tired and discouraged to show my angry. She let me feel, be and say whatever the hell I wanted to say it, HOW I wanted, no NEEDED to say it.

In short, beloveds, she let me be loud. Really loud. Really, really, really loud. And, I hadn’t realized how very much I needed to be able to well, just, be, and let my heart spill it’s bounty.

In times past, I used to carry my tears, my burdens, my fears, my everything alone and not wanting to feel like, to be a burden to anyone….*Cassandra shakes her head sadly for thinking her tender heart was EVER viewed as being burdensome to her*.

The world, the enemy, folks, situations and circumstances too often lies to us or tries to convince us believe that we, our thoughts, hopes, dreams, fears, tears and all manner of things just don’t matter.

Hogwash!

Your thoughts DO matter, beloveds. Very much so. As does your tender and precious hearts. Yes, our hearts help lead us into all manner of dumbness, foolishness and the like. Yet, those self same hearts are full of such goodness, love, life and life if we but stop hiding them behind walls, capes and all the manner of dumbness and tomfoolery we all use to keep from being seen thinking we will be judged harshly.

All the while, our hearts dream of, conceive of, crave for love, acceptance, support, safety, joy and a million of other things.

Fresh hell!

*Cassandra realizes she has forgotten she is hiding in a dumb closet stupidly constructed in the middle of the living room so she can begin The Wombie War*

PSSSSSSTT. Don’t tell Wombie, where I am. Also, I suggest you hide, as well. She don’t fight fair….

*Cassandra tears outta the room hoping the other beloveds were smart enough to start diving behind a couch or something*…..hmm….*Cassandra dives over the couch and peers stealthily over the side*……owwww!……*Cassandra looks to the side and see Yikes!, Egads! and Britta peering suspiciously round the other side of the couch*….shhhhs, yall, someone is coming….

to be continued….

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short, beloveds. Too short to continue to hide the awesome life called you. I invite one and all to pick a side, find a spot to hide whilst me and my wombie get into all kind of foolishness up in this blog soon. Am going to add the Comments section, in place of the Lastest Post section. Make no mistake, beloveds, there IS no middle ground. During Wombie War you are either Team Cassandra or Team Wombie. She calls herself Cassie so may be rude and change the team names all up in MY blog….*shakes head*

The game is a foot!

This is a photo of me and wombie. To this day, I can never remember which is which!🤣🥰🤗