Filed under: Everyday Chatter
Did I ever tell ya’ll that I teach a class on Monday nights? Well, I do. I teach a seminar in the law class. I love teaching. I love it. There is one student in the class that drives me up.the.freaking.wall. So, all day on Monday I have mixed emotions. First, it’s Monday so I’m both (1) blahhh and (2) gung ho for the week. As 6:00 approaches, I start to get more and more blah cause I know I’m going to have to deal with whatever when I get to class. And believe me, with this student, it is whateva.
Yesterday, after a long day of work I was headed to class. I was late cause I stayed at work a little late. As I rush in to get Aidan from school, the teacher hands me his folder with a little note sticking out telling me to give her this paper back by tomorrow and she said something else but I wasn’t really listening. (Come to think of it, now she did tell me exactly what it was, but I didn’t really think that much of it). I put the folder in the car and kept it moving.
Fast forward to 10:00 pm. Just getting home. Class over and foolishness dealt with, loooong day at work, child I haven’t seen almost all day that needs to go immediately to sleep, kitchen I left dirty cause I was in a hurry that morning, clothes for the next day need to be ironed, child still needs a bath, garbage needs to be taken out, dog hasn’t peed since this morning. And I am dog tired. I start getting stuff ready for the next day and I go check out this paper. It’s homework.
Homework. For Aidan. Tracing the capital letter C. At 10:30 pm. This dood is 3. Homework? Right now? At this moment of my life? Here, I could have launched into the “woe is me” doing this all by myself why don’t I have help why this why that whatever. But I took a deep breath and said “Aidan! Look! Don’t forget we have some fun homework to do!” And then we traced C’s like nobody’s business. Just a reminder that at the end of the day when it looks like the day isn’t going to end, I can still do it. All by myself.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
So, Saturday night I was sitting around looking at the walls and I remembered that TIH sent me a text about Facebook. So, I go online and realize that I can’t see anything unless I sign up. I’m nosy curious, so about 15 minutes later, I’m all signed up and ready to look at my friends’ pages. I’m all set to find out about people I’ve been wondering about for a while.
Then, I see that you have to actually send these people a request to be your friend before you can see their pages. Well, that doesn’t bode well with my being undercover nosy curious, does it? I mean, if I have to ask you can I get all in your business, then you’ll know that I’m trying to be all up in your business, right? Right…which takes away all the fun of doing it behind your back.
The next day I check my email, I have about 17 friend requests. I’m thinking, great! My friends wanna be friends. But it was all people I didn’t know. What? How do you know you wanna be my friend if you don’t even know me? By looking at a picture of me, my son, and my dog? Cause that’s all you can see. So, someone out there said “Hey! What a cute (insert girl, kid, dog)! I wonder if they’d like to be my friends? Umm, I have one word about that: Creepy. Oh, here’s the word I gave them: Rejected. {Sidenote: I learned that I might have gotten some of these requests because my profile says that I’m single. Yeah, even more creepy. Some dood’s facebook lover I will never be.}
One more thing. The fact that my page says Single under relationship status has caused quite a bit of concern. Apparently, I was supposed to choose “In a relationship” so now my friends want to know “What?? What happened to Tim?” Tim is aiight. Chill.
Finally, I just don’t have time to keep up with all that. Writing on the wall, sending gifts, downloading this and that, blah blah blah. I’ll check it when I have time. So, if you send me something on Facebook, don’t hold your breath for a response. And stay away from Monica Mingo’s page. She has cooties and like to dance to country music.
Filed under: The Weekend in Review
So, this weekend. Aidan left bright and early Saturday morning to go off frolicking around with his Granny and PawPaw till Sunday. And I…well, I just tried to keep myself busy. Not because I missed Aidan, just to keep from thinking. So, these are the things I learned this weekend.
1. It takes 120 pounds of pine bark mulch to fill my little flower garden. And I learned that I can do it all myself!
2. I really missed going to Hip Hop aerobics. And I learned that I really CAN complete the whole workout. Oh, and I still look cute all sweaty with a red face.
3. My Gramma is sooo sweet. After I called her about the 29th time to ask her about one simple pound cake, she was still trying to help. And I learned that if you put triple the amount of vanilla flavoring in by mistake, it really doesn’t make a difference. Or maybe it does.
4. Bravo has some weird shows on. And I can go about 3 hours watching them when I don’t feel like looking for the remote. Seriously, who in the world is Rachel Zoe and why is her project important?
5. There is a thin line between love and hate. Well, I already knew that but damn if I haven’t been reminded.
Did you guys learn any lessons this weekend? Share!
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I go into the local CVS Pharmacy for some boxes. I end up in a conversation with the manager.
Me: Okay, thanks. I’ll come back tomorrow around 10 to get the boxes.
Manager: Aiight. So, um, if you don’t get back tomorrow I won’t be here cause that’s my last day here. I’m moving to the CVS over on Lakeland.
Me: Well, who should I ask for then?
Manager: *big cheese eatin grin* You should just come back tomorrow! Ummm, lemme leave you my number just in case you need some more boxes, though. You can call me on my cell.
Me: *polite smile* Um, no, it’s not that important. I’ll just try to make it back tomorrow. Well bye then.
Manager: For real though, take this number though. You got a man? What you doin over here in these parts anyway?
Me: No, really, that’s okay. I have a boyfriend. I’m good. Thanks.
Manager: *Approaching the car* So, you work downtown?
Me: Yeah, I work over at the Supreme Court.
Manager: Oh! For real, though!? What you be doin’ over there? You be typin’ and stuff, huh?
Me: *BLINK*BLINK* Yeah, okay, bye.
So, now you all know what I do at work all day. I be typin.
Filed under: The Mommy Files
I really wanted Aidan to go to a Christian school. That child loves himself some church. His favorite day at school is Wednesday chapel day. Sometimes, however, in the morning when I have to drive out of my way to take him there, I think that I’d be at work a lot earlier if I didn’t have to go all the way across town. And we have to buy uniforms. And I have to iron them every night. And tuition isn’t that cheap. And the fees and other little payments seem to stack up. *sigh*
But, today on the way to work he said to me “Mama, I was praying for my Paw Paw cause he was sick. And then he got better. He’s better now cause I was praying at school at prayer time.”
I shall complain no more.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
Your bluff called.
It said that OBama took it and it needs you to come pick it up. Friday, round bout 9/8 central, at a place called Oxford.
Filed under: My Soapbox
So, the state of Mississippi and the little town of Oxford pridefully enjoyed being selected as the locale of the first presidential debate. Now, looks like McCain just shot that to hell. Here’s my thoughts.
1. You gotta fly back to D.C. to sit up in a closed door meeting while millions of people were anticipating your presence in order to address OUR concerns. What, exactly, is it that won’t happen if you and OBama aren’t there but are instead, ummm, Idunno, honoring your commitment to America? Don’t we still have a President and like a gajillion more Senators and Representatives? They can’t cover you from 8 – 10 Friday night? I mean, you ain’t been there all year, right?
2. No one is fooled by yet another attempt to one up OBama. Think about it. The night of OBama’s acceptance speech, McCain was all congratulatory. Yeah, cause he had the Palin spotlight stealer up his sleeve. How sweet. McCain recognizing the accomplishments of the Black Folk. And he let us do it for a whole night, too. You know, while he was prolly somewhere gigglin about how he was gonna make his move the next day and all that MLK stuff would be forgotten.
Anyway, here’s what I’m gettin at: The OBama camp issued a statement that said that it was thier idea to work together with McCain on this and that they contacted him this morning at 8:30 to float the idea. Suddenly, McCain issues a statement that HE wants to cancel the debate in order to focus on a bipartisan solution. Seriously, folks… how many times can you let somebody piss on your head and tell you it’s raining? NOTHING this dude does is meant for anyone’s good but his.
3. OBama pulls ahead in the polls. McCain needs something to get those points back. I know! Let’s take OBama’s idea and pretend like it was our own. THEN we can make everybody think that I’m so above politics and I’m your bipartisan man.
Really, this is coming from a man whose advisors outright said that Hurricane Gustav was a blessing in disguise because it kept Bush from speaking publicly on the first night of the convention. I guess now this economic crisis is another blessing because he has now fanagled a way to get back on top — and avoid a debate while OBama was kickin azz in the polls. If McCain should get any more blessings, I guess it’ll be the apocalypse.
Filed under: My Soapbox
There has been some talk here about some inmates that aren’t eligible to vote in certain elections being able to vote for President. So, some people went up to the jail to get them all registered to vote and the news reported this. At the beginning and end of the report, the newscaster says: “It is likely that these votes won’t matter because McCain has such a large lead in the State.” So, in other words. “Yeah, they’re going to sign up all these people, but it’s still whateva cause McCain got this.”
Why did I want to slap her? I mean, really? How in the heck do you know whose vote will count and whose vote won’t? Is your teleprompter hooked up to a crystal ball? Is there some pleasure in assuring inmates that they still don’t mean a doggone thing? What was the purpose in even saying that?
Oh, and if you’re Black, a female, and an anchor on WAPT, please get your hair done. Please. And one of you needs to take note that purple, silver, and any light colored eye shadow is a no no. NO. NO. I got a wig if you need it. Hell.
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
This monument is located in Madison, MS along the interstate. When you pass by it, it’s rather large. It’s supposed to be a replica of the Washington monument. Why? Well, there is a cell phone tower inside it and the city ordinance is that cell phone towers must be disguised – you know, because cell phone towers are ugly and Madison is all purty and stuff. Anyway, we were talking about this in the beauty shop and one lady said something, then everybody said “I always thought that, but I just didn’t wanna say it!!” What she said was “That thing reminds me of a Klan head.” What do you think? I’m just saying. Look at it from the top. Pointy head….two eyes….white sheet….eh?
Filed under: Everyday Chatter
That’s the kinda day I’m having. That’s the kinda week I’ve been having. Seems like I’ve been just floating from one day to the next, actively participating but not really. You know how you just need to get back on track and there is just something, something that ain’t right but you can’t put your finger on it? Then it causes you to be off kilter and be like “Whatever.” I’m going to Memphis today, I’ve been knowing this for a week so I got the clothes washed, I got the suitcase out on Wednesday, I was determined that this morning, I’d wake up, throw some last minute stuff in there, and be out. Well…..
I woke up. Late. I had to iron because after I washed the clothes, I was like “Whatever.” Washed my hair last night and fell asleep. Tim doesn’t do wigs, so I had to straighten and curl. CoCo tried to eat a magic marker, and Aidan just couldn’t get any of his clothes on by himself. So, around 8:45, I found myself calling in late. Still having to get Aidan off to school and CoCo off to boarding. You don’t even wanna know THAT drama. So, around 10:00 and minus 2 personal leave hours later — I sat at my desk. And I looked around like…..where am I and what am I supposed to be doing??
I just wanna go home and clean up cause I wanna come home to a clean house. I just wanna go vacuum my car cause the thought of the dog hair in it makes me uneasy. I’m hungry. I can’t concentrate. Blah, Arrrgh, Umph. *Sigh*
That one thing I need that I can’t put my finger on? One bald headed Navy man. When I wrap my arms around that right there, everythang is gonna be alright.
Have a great weekend, ya’ll, I will. See ya Monday!
