PSERENDIPITY

There it is.  It wasn’t that bad, it just hurt.  And Jameil, you were WRONG for that!  If I’d like it, I would’ve at least gotten purple next time! 

Update:  My stylist Kim called and asked me how I was holding up.  I described my experience, and she told me to come on down for a free ‘do.  I’m sooo there!

P.S.  Do those glasses look huge on my face or what?  Sheesh.

You see, Aidan went to stay with his Daddy this weekend.  And I was home alone.  So, I figured I’d just run by the beauty shop and get my hair trimmed and get a line.  No prob.  So, I walk in and my stylist has this beautiful, wonderful, hair.   Of course I want it, because it’s beautiful wonderful hair.  So, she tells me to get it!  Then the other ladies co-sign. 

If you know me, you know that I like to have new hairstyles.  This whole natural thing is starting to really wear on my nerves, so I figured I’d get this “Pronto” thing so I could rock straight hair for a minute.  After all, Aidan was gone so I had time to hang out, and really, why not?

The process of “pronto-ing” is difficult to explain.  So, without spilling all the Black girl weave secrets, suffice it to say that a wig is glued to your head. But it wasn’t explained to me quite that way.  It was more like “I’m going to put the stocking cap on, then glue the hair to it — but not to your hair.”  Oh, okay.  That sounds harmless and painless.

N.O.T.

Saturday morning I woke up with a throbbing headache.  I’ve had tight weave before..just take an aspirin and be done.  Might as well get my work out on, huh?  Yeah….have you ever worked out with a wig glued to your head?  Lemme tell ya, it’s hot as hell.  I swore I was going to faint.  And it was still hurting.

So, Sunday I had to pick up Aidan.  I figured if Tim liked it, it would have been worth it.  Has anybody ever looked at you like you had a wig glued to your head?  Game over.

I stopped at the nearest hair store and put a whole bottle of glue remover in my head.  One.whole.bottle.  Have you ever tried to remove a wig that was glued to your head? I missed the whole first quarter of the game, used a whole bottle of glue remover, half a bottle of conditioner, and ruined a perfectly good bath towel trying to get that wig off.

And it STILL hurts.

Please tell me that I’m not the only one who notices the obvious.

I smile at strangers, I help old ladies, I engage in polite conversation, and often I enjoy it.  And I don’t mind.

I was brought up around the same type of people that I am.   If there was something that my mom, or my aunt, or my grandmother could do for somebody, they would do it — whether they knew them or not.  My grandmother always used to say “There, but for the Grace of God, go I.”   That stuck.

I wish it would stick with more people.

Did you remember when you woke up today that it’s Black History Month?  I guess its not tops on your memory list unless you have kids.  Or a program scheduled that you’re already dreading going to.  Oh, that’s just me?  My bad.

I’m not going to do some long drawn out Black History Month fact storyv for y’all.  I just have one simple question:

What are you doing to make Black History?  Will the history books be written differently 5 or 10 or 20 years from now to include your name?  Or do you have a more low-key effort?  Me?  I’m just working hard, trying to raise my son right, and trying to put our family together.  My contribution is to be able to present a gentleman to this world with good values and a good head, so that he can make Black History the way that he wants to.  That’s enough for me, I’m a behind the scenes kinda girl. 

And you?

Perhaps you have noticed that Obama does this when he is speaking, he looks down his nose.  Honestly, I’ve never noticed it until someone pointed it out and said it was as if he was looking down his nose at us, or either basking in the glow of his own awesomeness.  Interesting….

I watched some of his speeches last night, and I think I had really been taking it for just something he does when he talks.  The only thing that aggravates me about Obama is that he hasn’t put some people a party in their place yet.  But, back to the subject at hand…what do you think?

Remember a while back when I did a post about charitable organizations and I told you guys I signed up for “Women for Women International”?  To refresh your recollection, they match you with a woman that needs your help and who lives in certain “underprivileged” countries around the world.

Well….today I received my match!  I won’t disclose her name on the blog, but she is from Kosova.  She was born in 1983, is married, and has 2 children.  The $27 per month that I send for her will allow her to learn technical and business skills, put money in her pocket, and give her the option to work or open her own business when she graduates from the program that she’s in.  I’ll be notified when she graduates, and of course I’m going to send her a graduation gift!!!

I am going to write a letter to her, and include some photos of the family, and hopefully she’ll write back.  I’m kind of excited!  So, you know that I’m headed to get some ink and photo paper so I can write to my Kosovan sister!  But she doesn’t speak English, so…small hurdle there.  

But really, isn’t it puzzling that $27 per month can help someone so much?  Where she lives, the average per capita income is $1800. That’s $150 per month.  Wow.

I’ve been avoiding it.  Why?  Because for the first time in a long time, I’m working like CRAZY.  Then on top of that, I have 4 classes going and a house that looks like its been hit by several laundry tornados.   And there’s no detergent.  I’ve been up until 2:00 every night, and I’m sitting here yawning right now. I’m so tired my eyes are watering.   I started to make a list of things to do, but I don’t think I can take it right now.  If one more thing comes up, I don’t know what I would do. 

The next time the water goes off in Jackson, please remind me to come to work anyway.  If you love me, you’ll do it.

Back to work.  Holla.

Maybe next week, I’ll present you all with at least two posts.  If you’re really good.

Aidan thinks that the Cracker Barrell is called Papa Johns. Imagine how the conversation about him getting pancakes from Papa Johns must appear to an outsider.

Tim gets some very important news today, and I have a feeling that everything is going his way.  Our way, that is.

My coworker eats a Turkey Pot Pie for breakfast every morning.  It’s starting to piss me off. 

That week that we had off may have been the worst possible week for me to be off.  I am still trying to get caught up, and I’m not even close. 

Last night as I watched the Real Housewives of Orange County, I realized that parenting skills don’t come to you just because you have a child. If my 17 year old left home and I told him not to, then he told me where he was, I would swiftly put on the ugliest houserobe, dishovel my hair, and go the hell down there so he could see I meant business.  Yes, I believe in shaming teenagers.  Hey, my mom did it and it worked.

When I think about all the things I need to do and pay for, I just want to bury my head in the sand.  But there is no sand so I just gotta man up.

I think I need a new blog outlook.  The black has been bothering me.  Plus this print is too small.  Oh, Kaylynnnnn……

Aidan keeps telling me his ears hurt.  Out of nowhere and for about 2 weeks.  Only at night — bedtime.  He suggested that he go to the ear doctor.  I was starting to think that his ears were really hurting, then he told me that if Isaiah went to the ear doctor, he doesn’t see why he can’t go.  So, should I take hours off work to take him to the doctor OR is he really just trying to one-up Isaiah?

Like I said, I’m still trying to catch up.  Holla!