Filed under: Everyday Chatter
This girl on TV keeps lamenting that she can’t find a job, and she’s been looking all day…in some shorts and a tshirt. Say it with me…DUH
I will never understand why inmates would rather do time than be “on paper.” Stupid is as stupid does.
Tim made me the sweetest offer ever. He offered to sacrifice his Benz so that I could have my Hybrid Tahoe. I love that dood.
Why is Beyonce bent down on one knee in that Hamburger Helper/Feed the World commercial?
Inmate quote of the Day: Why he was not guilty of harassing and threatening his ex over the phone? She wasn’t on the “no-call” list.
This weekend I am going to do absolutely nothing. My goal is to learn how to hem my own pants. Erica B told me that I could do and gave me some pointers, so I’m on it! I’ll let you all know how it turns out. Other than that, I’ve promised Aidan a mommy Aidan movie night featuring whatever is in the Red Box. And I might take him to the Black Rodeo parade…ah, the smell of fresh horse sh*t early in the morning!
What’s up with you guys this weekend? You know the deal, leave your random comment below.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
As you can see, Aidan will soon be a double threat coming at you on the court and on the diamond. I know the last picture doesn’t look so threatening, but hey, it was hot out there. Anyway, move over Micheal Jordan, Aidan is coming for ya!
Filed under: Queries
You have a daughter who is around 6 years old, and is going to spend two weeks in the summer with her Dad. Her dad has a girlfriend who lives in the home. Before you send your daughter, you braid/cornrow her hair and intend for it to stay braided until she returns home.
About a week after she gets there, her braids are taken down and the girlfriend has taken her to the beauty shop. That’s all you know. What do you do?
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I remember when we were in college and we were all in my dorm room. Someone brought up that the little dood that used to be painting stuff on the public access channel had died. Ya’ll remember him? He used to make trees and lakes and stuff. Anyway, he’s dead. When somebody said it, just stating a fact, this girl in the room started crying. I was amazed at that.
And so I was amazed at the folks all broken up when they said Michael Jackson had died. Now, I don’t mean teary-eyed, I mean all broke up just can’t get right cause Michael is dead. ‘Cause I really didn’t know him like that. And I’m pretty sure that they didn’t either. I mean, I listened to his records just like the next person, and I’m sad that it had to happen to him, but I don’t know that cat. One random girl on the street being interviewed that day said that she just didn’t know what she was going to do now. Ummm, how about whatever you were doing 2 hours ago because Michael Jackson dying has not effected your daily life in the least manner. At all.
A million people are trying to get into his funeral. How bout some of ya’ll step back and let the people go who actually knew him from around the way or knew his mama ‘nem instead of those of you who just bought a couple c.d.s and now think you should be all up in the man’s funeral. Ya’ll don’t know him like that. That’s disrespectful.
And Steve…oh, Steve. The mayor of Nashville said that Nashville is suffering from this. How? Did any one of you wake up and say “I’m not EVER going to Nashville again! Those bastards!” Is there anybody who thinks that Nashville is the Bermuda triangle for cheaters now? Nashville ain’t have nothing to do with that, so ya’ll please don’t blame it on Nashville. Oh, but McNair did throw for a couple touchdowns. Anybody going to the funeral?
Filed under: Fabulosity!
I decided that I’d actually go to the salon, sit down, and get my hair cut and shampooed. Whaddaya think?
Ugh. I guess you can’t actually see the cut good in that picture. Hold on….. The things I do for you guys…. I have to get up outta the bed and find better lighting. Sheesh.
So, much shorter now. Looking at it now, it was wayyy cuter before I took a shower. Anyway, told you guys that I was not afraid of short hair. It’s me. It’s what I do best. Oooh, I suppose this counts as my 35 hair. Okay, yeah, enough.
Have a good weekend!
Filed under: Psonya & Tim
When we were in Memphis, I said to Tim that me moving would mean giving up some things, which, to me, might feel like giving up everything. When he asked “like what”, all I could think about was my house. But I said “like…my freedom.” By which I meant my independence. I’m accustomed to doing what I want, when I want, spending how much money I want, making the decisions about Aidan how I want, and letting Tim know after I’ve done what I want. For the most part, that’s been working out well for me.
Then I looked around. We were in the kitchen, and he was seasoning some ribs while I was making baked beans and my attempt at cleaning out the oven. The kids were doing their thing, and it was Sunday afternoon. All day long I was thinking how glad I was that I could stay. And he was happy, too. We don’t get too many Sundays. Then I thought. Independence gone is quite a fair exchange for this. And him. And us. Okay, I give.
Let me tell you how much I give. I was folding clothes that Sunday Sidestory: I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to contribute to Tim’s well-being at least half as much as he contributes to mine. So, Sunday I decided to take on laundry at Tim’s. This may seem like nothing to you, but it was huge, I tell you. I.frickin.hate.laundry. So, I was folding clothes. And a tshirt had a hole in it. I say, in amazement “Tim! This tshirt has holes in it!?! What in the world?” He then made some comment about not having anybody to take care of him…cue violins…I stopped listening.
Monday I was in WalMart, and out of the blue I remembered that this dood has a tshirt with a hole in it. I found myself picking up the phone to find out what size tshirts and boxers he prefers. After all, he needs someone to take care of him. I give.
Filed under: The Mommy Files
Anyone who knows Aidan knows of his love for the game of basketball. As soon as we get home, he changes into his gear because he has a game. In his room. Then he gets out his backpack that he got from his big cousin, (also a baller) he puts his gatorade and his towel in it, and he comes and tells me that he’s ready for his game. And I say “okay, who’s taking you?” And he tells me so-and-so’s dad, or that the team is riding the bus (in a rather macho voice, I might add). Then I give him a kiss and tell him I’ll pick him up from the game, and he goes about his business.
Whenever we’re in Memphis and Tim has to officiate, which is quite often, Aidan is geeked. Watching the big boys play, to him, is like watching God come down from heaven. He wants to play like the big boys, wear shorts like the big boys, and have a bag like the big boys.
So… one day I get a call from his school about him playing in the church league for 4-5 year olds. They were calling to ask me to sign him up because they were amazed at how good he was. Not to brag, but he is pretty good. I guess all that watching, mimicking, playing in his room, and learning with Daaaddy pays off. The director and his teachers were astounded that he can shoot in the “big goal” and not miss. (His performance in practice v. performance in games is a different story.) Imagine his delight when the uniforms were revealed and his name and number was on the back. He also gets to ride the bus to the games with his team, and I pack him a backpack with his uniform, his Jordans, his towel, and his gatorade for the games. He hasn’t been the same since. He told me the other day that he was “a beast on the court.” *Sigh* So, without further storytelling, I present to you the beast.
Lining up for the Pep Talk
Ready for the Jump Ball
Playing a little "D"
Can't believe that call, ref.
Victory!
Filed under: The Weekend in Review
This weekend was the family reunion in Memphis. I got there too late for the picnic on Friday, which was over early due to it being hot as Hades. But when I got there I found two of my favorite chaps freshly bathed up and supposedly getting ready to have an evening nap. Much to Granny’s dismay, they were not having it.
Naptime....NOT!
So, Friday was spent hanging out with my brother and sister-in-law around about Memphis. And Saturday we lunched! I decided upon the fish fry since you all suggested it and Tim recommended it. I made potato salad, a green salad, some shrimp, and two marvelous pies and Timothy fried fish. It went off without a hitch! Tim got some face time in with Dad and the Uncles and neither of them declared Tim unfit, so everything was good. Oh…and how about he ratted me out to my mom that I’d left the oven a mess after baking some sweet potatoes. A month ago. She suggested that I get some oven cleaner and clean out Tim’s oven. I mean, really? He had to do me like THAT?
Saturday, we had a little banquet, and you all know how I feel about banquets. I managed to make it out without clawing out my own eyeballs, but I realized that I didn’t take any pictures the whole weekend. Argh! I got Tim to snap one of me and my brother, which is a rare sighting. Then I snapped one of him looking all preachery. I just love that dood in a suit!
The Siblings and The Offspring
Preacher-y
Doesn’t the look on his face show just how happy he was to be there? Sunday we napped, Aidan cried because he missed Paw Paw, Nadia changed her myspace for the umpteenth million time, and Tim burned up some ribs while I scorched some baked beans. And I cleaned the oven. And that was that.
How was your weekend?
Filed under: Mama n'em
This weekend we’re having our family reunion in Memphis. I’m gonna be soooo bored, I already know. So, anyway, the major event is that my parents and family are coming to Tim’s house for lunch, or maybe dinner — but I think lunch. This will be the first time that they’ve been to Tim’s. There’s a picnic on Friday, so I don’t wanna do a barbeque on Saturday. That might be barbeque overload.
My question to you, Fab 14, is what should I make? I’m planning Saturday lunch. Gimme whatcha got, hurry up, I don’t have a lotta time left!
Oh, and once you’ve met my demands, have a great weekend!
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
Lord, this post could go on for days. Those of you who know me can attest to that. I met Jemera about 3 years ago when I decided to participate in the Delta GEMS mentoring program. Jemera and I were assigned to each other. …..I’m trying to think of a way to make this long story short….
The situation with Jemera and I ended up being complex. When we first met, I got the distinct impression that Jemera’s mom was a hindrance to her schoolwork and that she was unconcerned about how she was doing. I knew that she was a little strict on Jemera and that she didn’t participate in Jemera’s activities. I also knew that Jemera’s family was large (she has 5 brothers and a sister) and that they didn’t have any money to spare whatsoever.
So, I took up where she left off there. Me and Aidan were the ones that were at the school for the pageants and the school projects. I was the one that was up there paying for Senior Week and volleyball camps. You know how you see somebody trying to do something and you want it to happen for them, so you do every single thing you can to make it happen. That was me. And Tim. Jemera would be the first one in her family to make it out of high school, and she had dreams of going to college. She was good at volleyball, so that was one avenue. Academics, well, she tried. She was very outgoing and she was at a new school in her Junior year, so we had no problem supporting her desire to be in this or that pageant or whatever. As long as she stayed on the honor roll. And she did.
In short, Jemera became half our kid, half her parents kid. Seriously, it was almost like an every other weekend visitation thing. The extra kid in the Disney World pictures? That’s her. I can’t recount the bumps on the road getting her to graduation day, but the biggest one by far was the decision between college and the Navy. That was where our story changed. On the night of her graduation, that was when the story changed with her mom. And her. And me and her mom. No one has been the same since. Lordy lordy, that is surely a story for another day.
So, here we are today. Because of lots of things that have happened, Jemera is angry with me. Justifiably, I guess, in her teenage mind. She did make it to college. She’s about to have a baby. Yet another turning point.
Tim says that I went above and beyond my duties, and I know I did. So did he. Our goal (Tim’s and mine) was to get her out of high school and securely into her next start in life. We did that, but its still hard to let her go when she know that she’s making mistake after mistake after mistake.
Anyway, that probably confused you all. But, really, I could blog about this for days on end, and maybe I will if you all want to hear more about it. And, too, when it comes to this story, the rest is surely still unwritten.
I’ve decided that I’m out of the mentorship game. If you haven’t noticed, it doesn’t really end well for me, and my subjects always end up with kids. I won’t subject another child to my mentoring. 
Anyway, Tim says that I’m forbidden to get another mentee. Really, I think he’s a little heartbroken, too. So, there you have it. My stories with my girls.
