PSERENDIPITY

I almost came to the conclusion that I just wasn’t nice. I mean, I was there. I was ready to type it: Maybe I’m just not nice. Then Tim called and I ran it by him. Baby (cause I refer to him as Baby), I say, do you think I’m mean? His reply was “Oh, Lord, Celeste, what are you talking about.” So, I explain. This week I’ve been blogging a lot. I mean reading and commenting on other blogs. I noticed that my responses aren’t what other people would think.

For instance: a lady is fed up with her stepkids disrespecting her and her husband perhaps letting them and she leaves her house while the kids are there. Then, some other drama pops off with somebody telling her husband’s mama something about her situation, as if the whole situation is her fault. My response: It’s time to open up a can of whoop azz and get some thangs skrait because apparently her method of dealing isn’t working. Other responses: You should just sit down and talk to your husband and try to reason with the children and try to come up with some conclusions. Well, yeah….that’s one thing you can do….I’m just a bit more action oriented. Which isn’t nice.

One of my friends told me that I wasn’t compassionate. My response (the one in my head): Not true. I just have a limited time period on holding your hand through drama before I tell you how I REALLY feel. Which people don’t really like to hear. See? Action oriented. Not nice. Or compassionate.

That’s just one of many examples that I’ve had this week. Tim says that I just don’t like to tolerate a lot drama around me, but I am definitely NOT mean. One of the things I used to say is “let’s just get to the bottom line.” I mean, really, what is the issue? Let’s deal with the issue with our big girl panties on, let’s move on. See? Action oriented. Not nice.

I really am in a quandry here, people. Really. Should my reaction to things be more caring? Honestly, I think they are. I know that people who really know me know very well that I am one of the most compassionate people that they will ever meet. I will do and do and do until I can’t any more. I will listen and listen and listen. I will help and help and help. I will stand right there by your side, except for when I’m bending over backwards for you. People who know me — they know that.

In the end, THAT person is who I am. The fact that I tend to become a little…er…um…action oriented is just one part of me. And, guess what, I like that part. It tends to help people get up and do something — and that’s what I’m all about. Helping.

This is for a specific person, but all of you could probably benefit from this knowledge. Some of it is because of my legal training, I guess. Most of it is my personality. What? How I can disagree and be confrontational, then act like it never happened. I wasn’t always like this. Then, I started representing clients in court. Time after time, I would come up against the same attorneys and argue either side of the same issue. It could become heated, and it was always confrontational. But, when it was over, it was over and we’d go to lunch together. We’d come back the next day and do it again. It’s all in a day’s work. The other thing is that often, you only have a short amount of time to make your point because judges ain’t trying to listen to you all day. So, you get in, make your point, and get out. No need for filler, no cause for any fluff. Say what you gotta say and keep it moving.

And so here I am, Psonya in real life. I don’t pull punches. Don’t really use that much filler. A LOT of times I hold my tongue, but when I don’t, I really don’t. There are things that people need to hear. If you ask me, I’m going to assume that you want to hear them and I’m going to say them. If I ask you, it’s fair for you to assume the same thing. I don’t always get the response I like, but I won’t hold it against you — because I asked. You should do the same for me. Even if it’s a little confrontational in the end, please know that I ain’t mad unless it’s offensive or condescending. And you shouldn’t be either because we’ve both had our say, and I have absolutely no problem agreeing to disagree. I don’t mean no harm, and when it’s done, we can go to lunch. See you tomorrow.

I think I could make a living just re-reporting dumbness that is on the news. The current poll over at WJTV is this: WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR REPORTING UNDERAGE PREGNANCIES?

Now, let’s think about this…..

First of all, what is an underage pregnancy? Is there a minimum age at which one should become pregnant? If so, what is it?

Secondly, to whom are we supposed to report these pregnancies? Should we call 911 when we see an underage pregnancy? Should we call the police? Should we call DHS?

What is this reporting going to do? Are the girls going to become unpregnant? Are they going to be prosecuted? Are they going to be stoned? Is there a chance that if you call you can get the baby?

Well, listen. The only way we’re going to get the answers to these questions is to call. People, it’s your civic duty. The next time you see an underage pregnancy, do society a favor and please, report it.

I got an e-mail from a friend that requested that I (1) reply to her e-mail with one word that I think describes her, and then (2) send the e-mail to my friends asking them to reply to me with one word that describes me. I was surprised by some of the responses I got. Some of these things I really didn’t know that people thought about me. Here are the responses I got back:

Spunk
Calm
Fun
Humorous
Intelligent
Candid

When I think about it, all of these words do describe me. Have you gotten this e-mail? What did people say about you? Now, if you’re reading, I want YOU to leave YOUR one word of what you think about me, even if it’s just from reading this blog. And if you had to describe yourself in one word, what would it be?

He’s a man, a husband, and a father.
She’s a woman, a wife, and a mother.
Together, they’re proving to be unstoppable.
Always, they have that look of love.
Take note.

Yesterday, I was listening to Tamara Cherie’s entertainment news in a minute. This is a little broadcast at a local radio station that reports news that I guess is supposed to be of interest to the Black Community in 60 seconds. Tamara reported yesterday that the Klu Klux Klan is endorsing Barack O’Bama for president. She read a whole story that went something like this:

Imperial Wizard, Ronald Edwards has stated that, “anything is better than Hillary Clinton.”
White Christian Supremacist group the Ku Klux Klan has endorsed Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States of America. My Klan group has donated up to $250,000 to the Obama fund. Anything is better than Hillary Clinton. Hell I’ll even adopt a black kid from Africa before I vote for Hillary.”

Then I got mad. Because the story is simply NOT.TRUE. Had someone even taken five minutes before they read this bullsh*t on the radio, they would have learned that there are several versions of this rumor floating around on the internet. Almost every site you can go on to check this says that it is a rumor.

How disappointing is this? At 5:50 p.m. every day, no doubt you have kids out of school waiting to hear the entertainment news in between their little rap songs about booty shaking and calling in to give shouts out, and then you go on there and report a completely false story as if it’s true. I’m not saying that radio stations should never make mistakes, but one as blatantly obvious as this could have been avoided by the use of common sense. Geez, Louise. How irresponsible can you be? Did you just need something to say THAT bad? hot 97.7, you are officially some GARBAGE.

Today, I wasn’t feelin all happy. I kept thinking about something and I got a little ticked off. So, as I was approaching the traffic light, it turned yellow. A midget with some other apparent special problems was attempting to cross the street, while she was on the phone, while the sign is saying don’t walk. Okay…I could recognize that she might not know better and I was about to stop anyway, so I slow down, get ready to pull over onto the curb and motion for her to go ahead and cross. While I’m stopped all in the intersection letting her cross the street, this little midget heffa got the nerve to give me a sistagirl look with a eye AND neck roll. What??? Oh, no yo handicapable azz di’ent. The.nerve. This is how I’ve come to the newest realization about myself: I WILL fight a special needs azz midget.