This week's episode was supersized, so I have a lot to talk about. Let's get started.
Moving into a house is stressful enough, so imagine doing it with newborn, a horrible moving company that likes the break your things, and only having a couple of hours!
I like to have my houses fully decorated when I move in so I can actually enjoy them. Nothing's more annoying than trying to have breakfast and having to unpack boxes just to get a butter knife! It's hell! So I made sure that the moving company moved all my things prior to me living in the new house.
My interior decorator, Kendra, had a lot of work to do in a very short period of time! But she pulled through tremendously. I couldn't have done it all without her. All the furniture from my storage units (furniture I had custom made two years ago and never had the chance to put in the townhouse), Kroy's house, and my townhouse was all combined into one big move! UGH!
It was hard leaving my townhouse, because of all the special memories we have had there. Seeing the footage of me, my kids, and the ladies really got me choked up. But life is all about new beginnings, and when one door closes another opens, literally!
Leaving the townhouse was rough, but walking into my new home with my new husband, new baby, and my girls made it all worth it. Everything I had envisioned my dream home to be was exactly what it was!
I had baby KJ three weeks before Cynthia's event, so it was my first time getting into regular clothes in a while. A Louis Vuitton jumpsuit to be exact. It was nice to get out!
Everyone was so worried about me and NeNe being in the same room together, but I wasn't! I am an adult, and both NeNe and I have come to the understanding that we will never speak ever again. Besides, I'm in a different place than I was on the bus tour. NeNe doesn't exist to Kim Biermann. NeNe may be taller than I am, but she is definitely not on my level. Moving on!
Everyone has been buzzing about this new girl, Marlo, and I was excited to meet her. I had heard rumors that she sleeps with much older men for money and that's her claim to fame in Atlanta.
Now listen, I'm not one to judge how a bitch pays her bills, but admitting to it and then boasting about it is just tacky! She kept bringing up her "big poppa" and hearing those two words was making me sick! She and Kandi started arguing about God knows what, and it totally reminded me why Kroy and I are happy to stay at home. These women are in their late thirties and early forties and they still go to events and argue. I couldn't have left any faster. Bye, bitches!
Until next week,