Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I’m sitting here working. And, while I work Judge Hatchett is on. Today she has this girl on named Starr. Starr is an “out of control teen” I guess you would say. She’s angry, she’s not appreciating school, she’s just being a general donkey around the house, smoking weed, whatever. So, in typical Judge Hatchett form I expect for her to assign the chic a mentor and let it ride. But, this time, she did the mentoring herself. I typically don’t believe that kids change over a weekend, and I’m sure that this isn’t the case here, but you could genuinely see that this girl wanted just to do something better. She was so impressed with this world that she had never seen, she just wanted to go out and DO.IT.BIG after her little time she spent with Judge Hatchett. She was glowing, she was just happy.
I hope she goes on to do great things. I hope that this weekend stays with her for as long as she lives and that twenty years from now, she’s doing the same thing for another child. I hope she goes on to accomplish all her newfound goals. I wish that the world was full of young girls like her. Full of promise, wanting to do something, wishing for greatness. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Filed under: Election 2008
If you have something to say and you can be even remotely related to Barack Obama, then will you kindly SHUT.YO.AZZ.UP? Oprah, this means you. Wright, this means….well, never mind. So, note to: Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Andrew Young, Myrlie Evers, Julian Bond, Kweisi Mfume, Colin Powell, anyone who has ever been a Black Panther, if you’ve ever visited the MLK site in Memphis or DC, if you participated in the Civil Rights Movement, hell, if you’ve ever stood up in front of a crowd. Somehow, people think that we’re all connected and that you speak for us, the regla Black folk. And then somehow that means that you speak for Barack Obama. Just wait. Don’t say it, don’t write it, don’t send an email about it, don’t send a pigeon with a message on it. Wait on the nomination, then do your thang. But for now, SHUT.YO.AZZ.UP.
I’m not really sure what redux is or means, but I’m sticking with it. It sounds kinda goal oriented and gross at the same time. Which is how I’m feeling right now. For the past week, I’ve been taking notice of my eating habits. I’ve never really done that before. I mean, I’ve always known that I throw caution to the wind, but daaannnng. I have absolutely no self control. Not that I sit down and just eat and eat and eat, but as it turns out, I might as well. Remember my O:SAG no sugar thing? Well, that really did work. Then, it was shot to hell. Quickly. And with no remorse.
Well, I know that if I eat better, I’ll feel better. But I also know my limits. I don’t need sugar, but dangoneit, I like it. So, this is my revised plan:
1. I’ll have sugar once every three days.
2. No pork or beef for 30 days.
3. I’ll drink at least 32 oz. of water daily.
That’s just the food portion of the plan. I’m going to post what I eat everyday. You know, for accountability purposes. Tomorrow, we move on to body, and I’ve been trying to talk myself into posting a before and after. But it’s not looking good…literally.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
Why is it that I can not move from the front of the TV right now? I’m caught up watching a Lifetime Movie. I’m normally not home on Monday nights because I have class (oh, how about NONE of my students came to class tonight — those losers), so I have no idea what comes on TV except “Dancing With the Stars” and, um, I’d rather not ever watch that. I just don’t get the hype.
So, I remember that Lifetime has a Monday movie and within the first 6 minutes, I’m hooked enough to pause the TV, quickly take a shower and wash my hair so I could watch it in peace and the comfort of a fresh t-shirt. Anyway, it’s not the same ole same ole, it’s about some chic whose identity was stolen so she goes to Paris to find the thief and she ends up….well, right now she’s ended up on top of some dood. I guess the identity thief took a back seat to more pressing things (both puns intended). Man, this post took a wrong turn somewhere…..
Filed under: Fabulosity!
Remember last week, my emotional post? ( I would link or trackback or whatever, but I don’t know how to do that, so if you missed it just click around) I said May 1, right? Right! So, every since then, I’ve been getting my mind right. I’ve been using that time to reflect on things regarding this transformation that I need to undergo, and I decided to get to the source of the problem. Lemme tell ya’ll what it was: I had a job interview in Memphis. I know, that’s really not something that would normally send someone on a downward spiral, but it took me for a loop — to say the very least. For a number of reasons, I panicked. Strangely enough, thoughts of this thing that happened to me a while ago resurfaced, and I almost couldn’t take it. I thought I had handled it, but the thought of it happening yet again overwhelmed me. But, all that is now handled and I’m ready to begin again.
So…still haven’t heard about the j.o.b. (after 4 weeks), but all is well. Life is happening, and I must participate. I’m still formulating the goal and the plan, but at least the juices are flowing. 2 days left. I’ll be ready!
Filed under: The Mommy Files
I was all set for a lovely, lively weekend in Jackson. I even had some fun activities planned for Aidan. First up, the airshow on Saturday. Well, on the way there, this is what happened:
So, no airshow. Not to worry, Saturday gave us lemons, so we made lemonade.
We decided to venture out to the mall to hang out with Girlfriend and one of her sidekicks. Sunday, however was a different story. Aidan got to hang out with his very best friend at KidFest in Ridgeland. I didn’t tell him until the last minute that we were going to meet BFF and his mom because I thought it would rain us out. But, as you can see, when they got together it was nothing but a good time!
A lady there asked us if they were twins. Not twins, but definitely kindred spirits. So, after Kidfest, we napped. Well, actually, I put Aidan in the bed with me and threatened his life should he move so I could sleep just relaxed while Aidan and CoCo played. What a great weekend. I’ll give it two thumbs up!
But wait! It isn’t over yet! Whilst you read this blog from work on Monday morning, I’ll be home celebrating Confederate Memorial Day. Well, not actually celebrating….but I’ll take a 3 day weekend however they wanna give it to me! What did you do this weekend?
Filed under: The Mommy Files
Sometimes when it comes to my tooter (that’s what I call Aidan when no one is around) I think I need anger management. Then there are these times:
Mama: You’re mama’s big boy!
Tooter: No, I’m a little boy, mama.
Mama: What? Who told you that you were a little boy?
Tooter: I’m just telling you the truth, mama. That’s all.
………
Tooter: Mama, Paw Paw got a new doorbell.
Mama: Why?
Tooter: Ummm, ’cause he broke the other one. (looking like DUH)
………
Mama: (Reaching on top of the fridge to get something)
Tooter: Ma, let me know if you need me to help you with that.
……..
Mama: Aidan, is this the kind of toothpaste you want?
Tooter: Yeah, I like these kinds.
Mama: Okay, get it and let’s go.
*** A little while later, still in the store***
Tooter: Ma, did I say thank you for the toothpaste? Thanks, Ma.
Mama: Aw, baby, you’re welcome. You’re mama’s big boy!
Tooter: Ma, I already told you I’m little.
And, one from just this morning:
Last night Aidan came and gave me a big ole hug and told me I was the best mommy in the world. (This was at bedtime, so yeah, he was schmoozin)
This morning:
Mama: Tooter, you’re the BEST baby in the world!
Tooter: Ew, you’re a YUCKYGIRL!!
Ah, the joys of motherhood.
Have a GREAT Weekend! See ya Monday!
♥Ma
Filed under: Why in da....?
I have been asked several times today to do things for people “When I have a minute.” Most of the time, it’s something that they are supposed to be doing anyway. Here’s a clue people: I don’t have a minute to do YOUR job. You can do it when you have a minute. You aren’t asking me for a favor, you’re asking me to perform your job responsibilities. Look over here, I’m busy.
What? My TV is on in my office? Yeah….um, I need the noise to help me work. I am very productive to the sounds of The Young and the Restless. Huh? You just saw me down the hall having a conversation? Yeah! About work, cause I’m at work, and I’m working! Oh, you overheard me talking about going to Target…what I was saying was that I couldn’t go today at lunch cause I have so much work to do. Noooo, I was on the internet looking at e-bay!? I was looking up cases on Lexis and I had pushed the wrong link when you came in and startled me and broke my concentration. GEEZ, why you in my bizness???
Anyway, I still ain’t doing it. Like I said, I’m busy.
Filed under: Fabulosity!
Are any of you surprised by that? It’s true. But only those who know me extra specially very well know this fact. And even those people have never seen me cry. Anyway, this is what happens when I get emotional.
1. I eat. Everything. And not in moderation. Ask me how many fried chicken wings dipped in barbeque sauce I’ve had in the past month. With fries…also dipped. And a Faygo pop. And that is the tip of that iceberg.
2. I spend money. On food. Ask me how many fried chicken wings dipped in barbeque sauce I’ve had in the past month.
3. I lose my way, and become rather robotic. I do necessary things WHEN they become necessary.
4. I generally can not follow through on any established goals.
Here’s the admission that I make to the world: I am an emotional eater and spender. Knowing is half the battle. Now, on to the conquering.
May 1st is right around the corner, and, ya’ll, I gotsta do better. There are some financial challenges occuring, some physical work needs to be done, and I’ve been an emotional roller coaster, but I have GOT to get ahead of the game. I know that I can BE and DO better than this. So, I’ve picked May 1. That’s enough time for me to get back in the game, get a plan, set some goals, and get my train to fabulosity moving. Yeah, I said FABULOSITY. (Second admission: I secretly adore Kimora) Anyway, onwards towards Fabulosity! Anyone wanna join me?
– pSerendipity
Filed under: My Soapbox
Right on the heels of my last post, I go home and watch the news. I knew I shouldn’ta did it, but I did. So, this dood was arrested and charged with capital murder, along with 3 other people — one of which was his brother. The guy was facing a possible death penalty, at the very least life without parole. He was 20 years old when this happened in 2003. Yeah, 5 years ago. And, he’d been in jail every since then. So, yesterday the guy pled to manslaughter and got 20 years, 5 suspended. What do you think the news story was about? Somebody mad that he got a plea deal? Somebody upset that he only got 20 years?
Yeah, somebody was mad, alright. His mama. Why? Because, she says, for 5 years he’s been saying that he didn’t do it…and now he’s been forced to enter a plea to something he didn’t do. She believes that somebody should have been responsible for her son. She wants to know who the person was behind letting her son take a plea — because he did.not.do.it. He was a good kid.
He was a good kid… That’s when I lost all hope. She’s just another blind mama. He was NOT a good kid. Maybe he was a better kid than the other son she threw under the bus, but he wasn’t a good kid. When teachers were calling you telling you he was bad..he was. But you didn’t believe them cause you got a good kid. When he got his first charge in youth court…he was getting worse. But you didn’t believe it cause you got a good kid. When he was out in the streets and not at school…it was nothing, he was good kid. When he commits a murder…he didn’t do it. He’s a good kid. 10 years from now when he gets out of jail, he’ll still be a good kid and she’ll still be looking for someone else to take the blame for what she didn’t do — raise a good kid.
