PSERENDIPITY

A while back, we were at Walmart and a little girl asked me to buy a raffle ticket.  So, I gave her $2, wrote my number on the ticket, and told her that she could have the ticket, but to call me if she won,  The only condition was that she had to buy some books with the money.  She said “No problem!  I loooove reading!” 

Guess who just called me.  She said her mom is taking her to Barnes & Noble.

That makes me smile.  Except that kid is now spending MY $100.  But, I’m still smiling.

I haven’t said this in a while, but you know what that was, right?? 

PSERENDIPITY, BABY!

I forgot to tell you guys!  This weekend was commencement weekend at my alma mater, Tougaloo College.  It was also our chapter’s 60th year reunion.  Yep, sixty years ago, the Gamma Psi Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta was founded.  The first chapter in the state, the first Greek letter organization on campus.  From the time I saw this, I started to feel the nostalgia.

Let me tell you, my Sorors came from near and far, and it was a weekend full of memories, but it’s people like this that make you keep it all in perspective.  This is from whence we came, these are the ladies that are still holding Delta down.  Some of them pledged in the 40s and they are coming back to pay homage to their chapter, to our chapter.  I hope they are proud of the legacy they created. 

We had a picnic, where I got to catch up with some old friends, and we had a brunch where I got to make some new friends.  

This is me and some of my line sisters clowning around at the picnic.  I hadn’t seen the first two of them in 15 years.  Good times, man.  And, one last thing.  At the brunch, this young lady came up to me and she told me that when someone asked her why she wanted to become a Delta, she told them it was because of the example of Delta that me and two of my line sisters showed her, just in our actions.  We tutored her when she was in Upward Bound. The summer of 1995.  Yeah, ya girl feels good knowing I brought at least one good Delta into the fold.

I could go on and on about the weekend, but I must say that it was one of the best I’ve had in a while.  There is one thing that I know, one thing that became clear to me this weekend, one desire that I have in my life.  One day, I’m going to be one of those Delta Dears, sitting in a lawn chair, watching how my legacy in Delta unfolded.  Man, I LOVE myself some Delta!!

G.P. for life, baby!!!

OO-OOP MY SORORS!!!!!!!!!!!  OO-OOP!

I’m without child, so I thought I’d make the best of it and hang out with the girls last night. Me, Girlfriend (she who never posts), and IBeesDaBlock (she who should totally get a blog) set out to have a purely silly evening on the town. Well, one side of town at least. Here are some excerpts from our adventure.

1. We got lost on the way to the Fresh Market. Every.Single.Time me and IB end up in the car together, one of us has to ask “Where are you going?”
2. IB wanted to taste some swanky cheese at Fresh Market, but she couldn’t remember what the cheese was called. This was to the endless delight of Girlfriend and I, who mentioned that when you’re trying to be all cheese saditty, at least remember the name of the dangone cheese.
3. On to Buffalo Wild Wings where it was ladies night and they had single liquor drinks for $1.00. Enough said about that.
4. We decided that Heavy D and Al B Sure should make another album called “Light Skinned Brothers Comin’ Back.”
5. Our waitress had A.D.D. No, seriously. She told us that was diagnosed when she was three, to which I responded “You ain’t have no A.D.D., your mama just shoulda whooped your azz.” Why in da….was she telling us this? We don’t know either, but it explained a lot.
6. Girlfriend’s cranberry juice was spiked. Yeah…right.

So, anyway, a lot more than that happened, but I really can’t remember it all. I know, I know…what a “night out”, huh? We went to Fresh Market and Buffalo Wild Wings. WOOOHOOO! Well, hey, between the three of us, there are 7 kids. We needed a distraction. And, it was good times. Pserendipity, baby!

Aidan is with his other two favorite people in the world, Granny & PawPaw. Which meant that Tim and I had date weekend! Well, actually I was in Memphis on business, but when I handled the business it was date weekend! Ya’ll, we didn’t do a dizamn thing. Why is it that when you finally have zero kiddies, the only thing you can do is sleep? Plus, Tim bought brand new mattresses trying to outdo me. Loser. Well, actually winner cause his mattresses are DA.BOMB. We did manage to get out to have breakfast on Saturday and take in a movie and a meal on Saturday night. I brought my date night clothes, but I didn’t get to wear them cause it was rather chilly in Memphis and I had to ditch cute in favor of warm. Tim Some kids at the movie in Tim’s imagination made fun of what I eventually had to piece together, but it was all good. Anyway, it isn’t often that we get to hang out together, so I just wanted to tell you, baby, that I had a lovely time hanging out with you this weekend. I did. I really did.

My son’s latest affections are for school buses, basketball, and the garbage man. These are the 3 things that make his little 3 year old heart beat faster. This morning when we walked outside, the garbage man was coming down the street. As soon as he heard the truck, he bolted to the end of the driveway so he could see the garbage man and he jumped up and down excitedly. So, I ran and got the trash out of the bathroom so the garbage man would have a reason to stop at our house. I let Aidan hold the trash until the truck got there and, to my surprise (and Aidan’s sheer unadulterated delight) the garbage man picked him up and let him throw the garbage in the truck.

I know, you guys are probably like, and???? Well, at that point Aidan was uncontrollably happy that he got to be a “big boy” and put the garbage in. He talked about it all the way to school and he ran in to tell his teacher when he got there. The point is it made my baby happy. Real happy. And that’s what I live for.

You know what I call it, right? Pserendipity, baby!!

P.S. – Thanks, Mr. Garbage Man, for doing something good today.

Earlier today, I had lunch with some of my line sisters. From left to right, there’s Ro, Gwen, Me, Shun, and Stamps. Ro was in town so we decided to have an impromptu get together. It was good times, man, good times. Nah, great is a better word for it. It is surprising to me that we met way back in 1993 and today when we got together it was like time had stood still. We laughed and joked, talked about politics, ribbed Gwen as usual, talked about the ones of us who weren’t there, and I even got to touch a real live Gucci bag (that is going to be STOLT should it ever find itself alone with me — y’all know how we do it). The real joy is that when you’re around people that you love and who love you, you can just do you and that’s what I love about my line sisters. Today, we were able to relax for an hour and just do US. I haven’t written about pserendipity in a while because I hadn’t found any. Today I did in a major way. pSerendipity, baby!!

Why pSerendipity? What’s the P all about?
I’ve been asked this question a lot lately, so here is your answer everyone.

My name is Psonya. The P is silent, like in the Song of Psalms. So, yeah, it’s Sonya with a “P”. My line sisters know me by P-Silent. Some of my friends just call me “P”. One of my oldest friends actually calls me “P-So”. When I meet people that I’ve never seen before, but they know my name already, they always say “Oh, the one with the P?” Yep, that’s me.

So, that little P in my name is part of my definition, my essence. I love it because it’s my very own. I think I can truly say that no other person in the world is named Psonya. This blog is called pSerendipity because it was created in large part to talk about my own little experiences in serendipity. What better way to make it completely unique to me than to give it my trademark “P”? Ooh, that rhymed….I should be a rapper.

came by the house today cause my DSL was all frigged up. But, of course, when he got here it worked perfectly as if I had just called AT&T and lied just to get them to send somebody to my house. I had just finished cleaning up the house and had slapped some chicken in the oven (this is important to the story).

Phone man, whose name was Alan, I think, gets here and I explain what the problem is. He goes to the back room, outside, then comes back in. He says he needs to show me something outside but I decline, because really, am I going to know what he was talking about anyway? When he gets ready to come back in, he takes his boots off. I’m thinking, huh? Why dood take his shoes off? I’m nervous then, so I put my baby in the bed in case anything jumps off I don’t want him to be in the crossfire. And I started holding the phone in my hand with my thumb in pole position to press talk-9-1-1 very quickly. And I started talking to him from the kitchen — by the drawer where the knives are kept. (When you’ve lived by yourself for awhile, these safety measures become 2nd nature. Although I haven’t really mastered how to stab and dial at the same time).

Long story short, Alan finishes showing me why there really wasn’t a problem and how I’m an idiot for trying to hook up stuff myself, then it didn’t work, then he gotta come all out to the rural part of town…okay, he didn’t say all that — I just thought it. But he’s leaving, putting his shoes back on and he says to me that he enjoyed being at my house. I’m like “dood, you making me nervous, this ain’t one of them kinda deals…” Then he’s like NAWWWW, I was just saying that I go to a lot of residences and yours is by far one of the cleanest homes I’ve been to. Even the bathroom was clean and smelled good when I walked by, and I noticed that you really take care of your home, even on the outside (shout out here to my other baby who keeps my yard tight). He explained that that’s why he took off his shoes — he didn’t want to get my floor dirty. I was like awwww, gee, thanks — all smilin like he just told me I was purty. It’s not often that someone recognizes that you’re doing a good job just keepin it all together. Felt good.

What was that??? Ya’ll know…..pSerendipity, baby!!!