Filed under: What ya'll think?
I was watching something, I forget what it was…maybe Oprah. Whatever it was, it was about talking to your kids, and making sure your kids talked to you. There was a suggestion that I thought was very interesting and it stayed on my mind.
The suggestion was that you tell your child that if there were something they wanted to say or talk about that they didn’t think they could come to you with, you assign two people that they can always go to. Like, if Aidan wanted to talk about something that I wouldn’t accept, I’d let him know that he should tell his Paw Paw, under the condition that Paw Paw would hold whatever it was completely confidential and that I give Paw Paw the authority to take care of it as he sees fit.
So, it’s like a second parent. I suppose it would give you the comfort of knowing that your child was talking to somebody, and you trust that person enough to take care of him or her even without your knowledge. Hmmm, I really don’t know how I feel about that. I think it’s an excellent concept, but in practice I know that I would want to know. Then again, I know that I would want Aidan to be able to have someone if he ever were to think he had no one. I dunno…what ya’ll think?
Filed under: Vacation
Well, actually Day 2. We spent all of day one in the car on the way here. Care to ask how that 13 hours in the car with two teenage girls and a 3 year old went? Uhhh, yeah. So, on to Day 2.
Disney Day 1 was spent a Universal Studios, mostly the Islands of Adventure. It was a fun day! When we arrived at Universal Studios, good times, baby! I ran into one of my role models
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The grinch, baby!! And, yes. We have made plans to steal Christmas so you best get your naughty and nice straightened out right now. Since I’m just touching on the high points, lemme tell ya’ll about this place right here:
The Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Two words: YES.SIR. I had a dish called Shrimp New Orleans. Hmph, ya’ll betta ask somebody! The last hour of the day was spent at Universal Studios, the Theme Park. The first half we did the Islands of Adventure. I was totally geeked about getting to the other side of Universal because they had a Barney attraction there and Barney is Aidan’s hero. But, when we got there it was past Barney’s bedtime and he was gone. 
Anyway, I got to see this landmark up close: 
Even Tim was excited to see the Universal Ball. When you come upon it, there’s this music playing that’s all “Superman-ish” like at any moment you might just take flight. Cool beans. Oh, well. That was a snippet of our day today. I am dog tired right now, and even though had a lovely time, I was glad when I walked under this sign:
I know it looks like it says one thing, but there is a subliminal message that says: Get up outta here and go back to your hotels, tourists. You know them dogs is barking!
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
People at work are fascinated by the fact that I often change my hair. I’ve had a special request from the security guard to go blonde next. I’m not really sure how I feel about that — not the blonde hair, that’s a no. The special request.
Today, Ibeesdablock and I went to lunch. When we were getting back in the truck, I bent down to get the key out and she couldn’t see me. How bout she was all the way up in the Expedition asking me if I fell down. For real. How you gone get IN the car then ask me if I fell down?
Oh, and on the way to lunch we got lost again. Getting from High Street to I-55. If you live in Jackson and you know where those two places are, you are welcome to call us idiots. I’ve said this before, but every time we get in the car together, we go the wrong way. Update: Today we went to lunch again. We got lost in a parking lot. Jesus, please take.the.wheel.
I just realized that I like Matlock. He always gets the guy.
This weave itches.
If I spend any more money getting ready to go to Disney World, I’m not going to have any when I get there. On a better note, I’m on vacation next week! Yay!
CoCo will bite the hell out of you over a hambone. Seriously, you will draw back a nub.
I wanna go to P.F. Changs, but I want some French Toast more.
DANG, this weave itches.
That is all. Have a great weekend e’erbody, we’re goin’ to Disney World!!!
Filed under: My Soapbox
The people at PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) are all up in arms because, gasp!, somebody said they ate meat. So, in an effort to show how much dumber than Jessica Simpson they really are, they came up with a list of The top 5 Reasons Only Stupid Girls Brag About Eating Meat. Say it with me, ya’ll…..HUH? There’s a link to the article and you can read it or not, but here is my fave of the Top 5 reasons: “Eating Meat Steals Food from Starving Kids”. And, a very close second to that one is “Meat will make you fat.”
Now, I’m sure that there are some legitimate reasons not to eat meat. But PETA just lost any chance that I would ever take them seriously about it by actually publishing this damnfoolery. And for the best part, check out some of the comments:
“Only blood sucking vampires eat meat.”
“I dont think that top should say real girls eat meat, it should say, only dumb and ignorant people eat meat!!!!”
I guess those PETA fanatics aren’t really all about the ethical treatment of people at all. I’ll be the first to say that this is why I think PETA is a joke. I mean sure, I’m all about the ethical treatment of animals. Ask CoCo. Aside from me forgetting to feed her those couple times, she’s treated very ethically — even when she’s in my spot on the couch. So, you get no gripes from me about wanting animals to be treated right. But, when you always have to be so assinine and condescending to get your point across, nobody really cares what you have to say.
Anyway, reading this article did help. Now that I know that eating meat makes you a blood sucking vampire, some people better watch out.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
This post started about something else and just took a whole new direction. I like when that happens. What I started to write about made me think about where my values regarding Aidan’s upbringing came from, and how I don’t want to be harsh on Aidan when it comes to schooling, and just life in general. I know that sometimes I’m probably seen by the other parent as being a little over….. well, just extra, when it comes to Aidan. But according to this list, its in my nature.
1. Children should have manners. As kids, there was no way in hell you would keep your teeth if you said “huh” or “what” to an adult. Any adult. I don’t understand children that don’t say “yes, ma’am” and “yes, sir.” That just gets my goat. Especially when it’s to a parent. Oh, and in the college class that I teach, I have given MANY looks upside a head for referring to me by my first name. WTH? My rule? The folks in here who already HAVE degrees, need to be referred to accordingly. I am not one of your friends.
2. At 5 years old, you need to know how to read. I don’t know why. In my family, we could read by the time we entered kindergarten. My mom and my aunts didn’t leave school at school. During the summertime, we got our read on, our math on, our schoolwork on. Sure, it was on a limited bases, not a full fledged school day, but we never took a vacation from learning. Ever. As a result, my brother and I were always ahead of the game.
3. You don’t make Cs. A report card was definitely not the place for my mom to ever see a C. C means average. I was consistently made aware that I was NOT average, I was ABOVE average, and everything I did should reflect that. I didn’t have to be the absolute best or the greatest, but I damn sure better not find myself in the middle of the pack. Because of number 2 above, that wasn’t a problem. Still isn’t.
4. You don’t work, you don’t play. School was my job. My mom and dad made the money, my brother and I made the grades. If we didn’t, we could cancel Christmas. You don’t get ”paid” if you don’t work. And my mama meant that.
5. You go to church. And Sunday School. Because of this, I had a very healthy fear of a) not honoring my father and mother, b) general wrongdoings, and c) hell. Kept me out of a lot of trouble.
6. When it’s time for #5, you don’t go lookin’ like anything. My best dresses were reserved for Jesus. My brother’s suits and ties? Jesus. If you could dress up for a school program or wear a uniform for a job, then surely you could get yourself together to go into the house of the Lord. We came as we were, sure enough, but we were always CLEAN.
7. Stay out of grown folks business. Where three or more grownups were gathered, you need to scatter.
8. Because my mama said so. There need be no other explanation. I didn’t have to understand it, approve of it, or like it. If she said so, the.end. Dare I ask why? “Cause I’m a grownup and I don’t have to explain myself to a child.”
9. My mama was not a lie. If I said, “Mama, you said I could have some candy.” And she said “No, I didn’t”, then my best bet was to just ask for the candy all over again and hope she said yeah. Cause if “Yes, you did!” came out of my mouth? Oh.hell.naw. As my grandma would say “YOU don’t dispute MY words.” And that, my friends, was the bottom line.
All in all, I think my mom and dad did an excellent job of training up this child in the way that I should go. When it comes to Aidan, I will not depart from it. What say you? Do you have any old school child-rearing methods that you care to share?
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
This morning, on my way into the building, I was asked if I could spare a dollar for some food. I don’t carry cash, so that was my answer. “I don’t have any cash…BUT I’ll go into the cafeteria and get you something to eat.”
So, dood is looking at me like I’m some kinda mutant and I’m like what? Didn’t you say you were hungry? He says “Yes, but I asked for a dollar.” I’m all like ”I know what the hell you asked for, but I’m telling you I’ll get you some FOOD. And I’m not about to stand here arguing with a hungry stranger ’bout eatin.” So dood just hobbled away. Hmph. Ugly self. I was even prepared to buy him a cold drank.
So, I started thinking about this concept that Girlfriend and I talked about one other day when I was being accosted for a dollar — at the ATM, no less. Now, seriously, who has a dollar at the ATM?? It gives out $10s and $20s and the very fact that you are there indicates that you do not have a dollar. I KNOW they don’t think I’m bout to drop $10 on ‘em. Hence, my concept: The Homeless People Dollar.
I’m going to see if I can make arrangements with some restaurants and homeless shelters to see if they’ll start accepting homeless dollars. Not the liquor stores, though. In fact, The Homeless Dollar is going to have a slogan on it: The Homeless Dollar — It ain’t for your habit. Whenever somebody homeless asks me for a dollar, I’m gonna whip out a homeless dollar and send them on their way. Then, they can redeem it for whatever the heck they want. Food, socks, grocery carts, coats, downpayments, whatever. This way…no pressure. And I can walk away unscathed.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I’m going to actually try to watch the BET awards. But, I probably won’t make it past Usher. As much as I loathe BET, I’m going to give it a chance tonight. I’m going to expand my horizons…get in touch with my inner R&B…finally find out what this Lil Wayne character looks like. Wait. I shouldn’t have said that last one. Now, I’ve changed my mind. Hell’s Kitchen and Supernanny it is! Ya’ll can just tell me what happened.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I found myself in the less desirable part of town the other day and saw this. Can somebody please explain the wash and eat laundry concept?
It’s now a birthday tradition. On my birthday, I always change my hair. Drastically. So, here’s this year’s new do.
Okay, I couldn’t walk around like that. Literally. Without the glasses I had hair in my eyes and I couldn’t see. Plus, I was feeling a little Keshia Cole-ish. So, I reformed the Diva do into something a little more low key.
I think it’s now a bit too conservative, but whatever. It is what it is.
Well, this also serves as my weekend in review post because it’s really all I did this weekend. What did ya’ll do this weekend? Anybody rockin’ a new do?
Filed under: Happy Birthday To Me!
What’s up 34?! I’ve been waiting on you! Whew, thank the Lord that you’re here and I’m still here to greet you with my friends and family safe and sound. Lemme tell you, 34, it’s going to be hard for you to outdo 29 — she brought me Tim. And 30? Well, she broke the bank and gave me this baby boy. Now, 31, she came in with a bang, too. She showed up with a new job right on her heels. 32? Hmph, she settled me into my new house. 33 tried to play me real close with that little heart surgery thang and she got me to thinking — but she brought it back around full circle and made everything all good.
So, Ms. 34, what’s up wit you? Can you hang? What you got for ya girl this year? I can’t wait to see, so let’s get it poppin!
Come on, Ms. 34, we gone make it do what it do!!!!!!
