Thursday, November 27, 2008
Me: Really? I mean we can go, I do not care. But I thought you hate to window shop.
Mr. Conservative: I know, but we go to Black Friday every year and I just want to go to look at the prices.
PEOPLE, THIS IS A DAMN LIE.
My husband loves to shop…….for HIM. He loves fashion. Loves to look and smell good. I love that. However, he was an only child for 26 years and he is spoiled (by his momma and his daddy).
He think he is slick, I have known this man for almost 17 years and I know he is trying to go shopping to look for a 50 inch t.v. He has been talking and TALKING about a flat screen for a long minute now. My husband hates crowds. Did you hear me HATE IT!! NOW he wants to go shopping on Black Friday? As my BFF says, chile bye! The last time we went shopping on Black Friday……..we bought a 37 inch t.v. from Cir.cuit City for $299. Whatever, but I don’t mind. I like Black Friday, I don’t mind the crowds. Me likey the people – I expect the rudeness, straight line busting, wrestlemania, and boxing. I plan on bringing homework, and knitting to keep me sane while standing in line – oh, and earplugs so I don’t have to hear him complain about the lines. Logical people know that the lines will be crazy long, but they move. Not my husband, he will be complaining about the lines.
My list of things to buy tomorrow – pjs for the kids, boots for anger mgmt, DVD for ma dukes, home ware (finger cross for the crockpot of my dreams) for me, hopefully some bake ware and a soup cookbook. Oh and Mr. Stefon godmother made a request for the ABBA DVD (WTF) and trouser socks that is made with anything but nylon.
Are you all going shopping in the a.m.?
You know I complain, complain, complain. Today I want to give thanks.
I am very thankful for my family. My kids are my joy, Mr. Stefon, Anger Management and College Boy. They are so special, and of course I am going to write a letter to them, telling them such (have you told your kids lately?), it will be ready when they return home.
I am thankful for the relationship Mr. Conservative and I have. We have been together from teens to adults and I love him more today than yesterday - yesterday I did not know what love was, today I do. I am even thankful for the trials and tribulations, because we can sit back and laugh about our first apartment and how we only had furniture for our bedroom and College boy. Nothing in the living room or dining room. I am so happy he accepts me for me, faults (trust there plenty) and all.
I am thankful for my crazy mother. She may be crazy and don't do what I want her to do, but I am sure she can say the same thing about me. I love her because she is my mother and she loves me unconditional. I am thankful that she is still here on this earth and in my life.
I am thankful for blogfriends and my girlfriends. My blogfriends read/listen to me bitch and moan about the stories that make up my life and yet still come back and chat with me and give advice and encouragement. My girlfriends have been with me for over 20 years (wow writing that makes me sound old) and I am blessed to have them in my corner, they tell it like it 'tis and have my back, I appreciate that.
I am thankful for my job. Although I complain, I am happy to have one to complain about.
If you noticed I did not mention material things, because I know that what you have today can be gone tomorrow and you can replace them things, but you can not replace your family.
Okay folks, I hope you have a VERY HAPPY, STRESS FREE (is that possible?), TURKEY DAY!! I have to go and write my letters to the children and put my red high heels on (yes its early, but it is just me and hubby) and check on the bird.
What are you thankful for?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My husband picked me up from work yesterday, which does not happen all the time, our hours is very different. Anyway, when I got in the car.
Mr. Conservative: I have something for you.
Mr. Conservative: I know you have been working hard with school and work and trying to keep the house together and I wanted to get you something.
Mr. Conservative: Yeah, I bought you the perfume you been eyeing.
Me: Thanks babe that is so sweet.
Let me tell you. I was so happy. This has nothing to do with marriage (you know how I feel about that word), but more about being appreciated in a relationship. The best gifts are given on a regular day or just because.
Turkey Day and am I a bad Mommy?
The kids are getting the freak out!! My husband family is having Turkey Day on the Marina. Well, it is cold in D.C. and I ain’t going, nor is my husband. Therefore, Grammy gets the kids and College boy is going with his dad and family, which means. A HOUSE OF NO KIDS. This plan almost was spoiled, when I got home yesterday and my daughter told me she had a project to do for her entrepreneurship class.
Anger Mgmt: Mommy you know what? I think I am going to have to stay home because I have to do a 25 page slide.
Me: Your grandmother has a computer
AM: Yes, but I won’t have time, daddy said he is not picking us up until Saturday.
Me: Well, that should still give you time. Plus we do not have enough food for you.
AM: Mommy, I saw the turkey and stuff. Why can’t I stay home, what are you all doing?
Me: I am spending time with your dad, so you all need to get out.
AM: Mommy, um, we did not ask to come here. Besides I will just hang out with y’all, I know y’all going shopping.
Me: Um, you are going to hang out with your grandma and the rest of your family even if I have to do your damn homework.
Me sounding like I am five: Babe tell your daughter she has to go with your mom and your family she can’t stay home.
Mr. Conservative: I already told her, I am dropping her ass off at my mom’s house, which is your family too.
Me: (mumbling) that’s not my family.
AM: (smiling) Daddy mommy said that’s not her family.
I will still cook because you have to have your own food and the kids have put in a request of the foods they want to have when they return home.
Who the hell are you part 300?
My memory is really terrible. I told you this before. My girlfriend is always trying to describe someone we went to school with and I never know. Therefore, in another episode of, I do not remember your name, but I remember your face.
Mr. Conservative and I were in line about to check out when this girl turns around.
Former friend: Hey girl.
Me: Hey!!! (I move the cart to give her a hug because we were cool)
Former friend: So, what have you been up to Urban.
Me: (damn she remembers my name) Nothing chilling
We talk about Turkey Day and all that good stuff and I remark how the handsome little boy looks just like her.
Me: Hey, is that your son?
Me: He looks just like you around the eyes.
FF: Yes girl, the only one and he should be very lucky he is here. Because his ass almost did not make it!! (I show her a picture of College Boy because I had him when I was in school)
Me: You know you wrong, how you gonna say that in front of that boy. Baby make sure you put something big on your Christmas list.
FF: Girl you know how I felt about kids. He knows I love him (she gives him a kiss on the head).
She tells this woman that she is in line and the line starts behind her, but the woman is not moving fast enough and is talking to others about line placement.
Me: I see you have not changed. Well have a good Turkey Day and do not let me see you on the news about giving people beat downs.
FF: Oh no chile I am Saved (kick me in the throat), a Christian. But the Lord ain’t say let people but in front of you.
Me: Okay, well good luck with that.
Mr. Conservative – you know her
Me – yup
Mr. Conservative – from college
Me – nope high school, and for the life of me I cannot remember her name. I remember her and how she talked about never having any damn kids (she was in childcare at school too btw), and I know we hung out, but I cannot remember her name.
However, later on, I remembered her cousin name, but still not hers. Oh well, my mother said I should have asked. That’s okay, because the perfect part of all this is we did not pretend and exchange numbers as if we were going to call each other.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I swear I always get the fuck ups. You would think being in graduate school it would be different. No Sir!! Bullshitters are equal opportunity assholes and losers.
I have a question.... Why do I always get the fuck ups? I mean really, I got them at work, in elementary, secondary, high school, undergrad and now graduate school. I mean did I do something in my past life....
See I was going to talk about these fools before, but decided to leave their ass alone, but nope not gonna do it!!
Last week in class, we talked about our last project that is due today. We finished the paper, had to redo one part of the paper because one of the team members haven't learned that coping and pasting someone else words is PLAGIARISM. Once we changed that we were straight. I did the last PowerPoint presentation, so the other team member who did not present, said she will do the PowerPoint and did I want to present. I said, shit I did my part for the whole semester, but being the team player that I am I said, straight. I will do it.
How come I get to work and my team leader shoots me an email asking me to do the power point presentation. Um, what? The shit did not get done. Um, okay, I will do it, but we will be talking about this shit. I said, so whose presenting? She said, me and you.
What's really hood people?! By the way, the presentation is tonight in about 4 freaking hours. This is some serious BULLSHIGGITY!!
OH HELL NAW!!! Dayhum, why can't I settle for a C like most folks? You know I hear being on the C side is kinda fun, living dangerously. Now, once I let that marinate on the brain and let it to slowly sink in, I remember something. I can't get a damn C in my program, nothing lower than a B.
I swear I am destined to collect losers. If there is a swap, I probably get the loser. If it is gift exchange in school, they forgot, or didn't show up that day (lil biatches).
I have a meeting with my professor during our break. How bout I ask him if the team members get to rate the people on their team....... How bout I made an announcement last week, that I already know who I don't want on my team for the next 1.5 years. Damn that we all putting in work, ya feel me..
Friday, November 21, 2008
I just do not understand! Can someone please explain to me the difference between wearing rollers and a scarf on your head when you leave the house and wearing a wrap?
Are you all seeing this trend?
Speaking of mothers. My mother is too damn funny. I told you all in September when I made my list I had to tell ya some shit and since my load is lightening a little here goes.
My mother came over to the house to spend some time with us. Cool right? WRONG. That woman there!! I mean that woman right there. I tell you…….moving on. Anywho, she was over the house and I had to get some water because I just finished exercising. HOW come this woman who gave birth to me, and who told me she loved me and I make her so proud?!? Looked at me coming down the steps and died laughing. I mean tears out of her damn eyes and told me I looked like a red, Jane Fonda. I mean she was laughing so hard. If she was my sister I would have two-pieced her ass, but she is mom and I knew she would have put me six feet under. I just sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at her and told her that she is crazy and I am glad I don’t have low self-esteem. How bout Mr. Stefon is on the floor laughing with her – her partner in crime. I went back upstairs and had to laugh to because when I looked in the mirror, I sure did look like kinda Jane Fondaish with the workout outfit.
My mothers bday is in September and I decided to take her shopping for her birthday. At the same time, I was on the workout kick (notice was), so I lost a lot of weight and wanted to get some work shirts. So, Ma Dukes, Mr. Conservative and I went shopping.
Me: Mommy let me stop in this store because I need to get a couple work shirts.
Me: How do you like this? (talking to Mr. Conservative)
Mother: He left out and is sitting at the bench.
Me: Oh, well what do you think about this?
Mother: Its okay, but I don’t know why you getting it.
Me: What? My other clothes are getting baggier and I want to get some tops.
Mother: Well your ass is just going to get big again.
Me: What? Mommy why you being a Hater?
Mother: What, I am just saying.
Me: You know you have been doing that a lot lately and I don’t like it. I want to shop by myself, so you can go sit outside with Mr. Conservative and then we will get your stuff. Oh and your getting one less gift.
Mother: Why are you acting like that? I was just joking.
Me: Mommy, you were not joking because you have been saying little stuff like that a lot lately, you would seriously think I am big and I am not. I am glad you did not say stuff like that when I was little because I would seriously have a problem.
Needless to say, I didn’t get anything because she spoiled it for me and we went and bought her stuff.
About two weeks ago I decided to visit my family – you know I don’t do that, so that’s another post. We went to pick up my mom so everyone can see her, because they haven’t seen her (or my family) in years since she has been in the ATL for the past 12 years (I think). When she got in the car Anger Management was talking about her young ass shirt she had on and she said something about losing 10lbs. PAY BACK
Me: What did she say?
Mother: I SAID (with attitude) I need to lose 10 pounds and I will be stuntin (yes she said it)
Me: Um, you might want to lose more than 10
Me: Yeah, your face looks really fat, I guess you did take my advice and eat but dayhum.
Mother: Yeah I have picked up some.
Me: (feeling bad) Well you don’t look bad, I just said that because you are always messing with me, so I figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.
Mother: What are you talking about I don’t talk about you!
Me: **Staring into space**
My mother is not big at all and nor am I. However, I do want to lose some weight, mainly tone up, but that is up to ME. Not my mother, husband or any body else – ya don’t get a vote in that fam.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
He was very disappointed. He thinks its a bad idea for him to work. How the hell can he work and go to school at the same time if he can’t handle a normal school schedule now.
He then starts to interrogate me, isn’t it too late for him to withdraw? What about…….when did you…..how come…….
I told him I thought he was depressed. He looked at me like I was crazy (told you). He said his ass is lazy and we are too easy on all of them, we do everything for them and we are hindering them, and, and, and……….. Me, well if you have all these questions, you need to direct them to him, because he can tell you better then I can (I told you he is a lecturer and my brain can’t take it, I will kirk out for no reason – good or bad.)
We take Mr. Stefon to get shoes because his shoes had holes in them. How the HELL do you go through shoes that dayhum quick!!! I mean his shoes seriously had holes in them and didn’t say nothing to no body, I saw it at the damn bus stop, I am like aren’t your feet cold he said no (liar). He said, well some kids said my shoes were talking. I said, I hate to tell you, but um, they are. We laughed and then he told me I was mean.
We get home and of course College Boy is in his room and not trying to come out worth a damn (he knew I told), I called him for dinner and he tried to act like his ass couldn’t hear, so Mr. Stefon went banging on his door to get him.
Afterwards, Mr. Conservative and I went to take a shower (no biggie, the kids can’t hear – right?). I am thinking we are bonding, like we normally do and then more questions – isn’t it too late to add/drop (he was on the phone with his father, he must have told his ass it was too late), so I had to explain the difference between add/drop and withdrawing – like we ain’t getting our money back because he didn’t add/drop. CAN YOU SAY KILL THE MOOD!!
He gets out the shower first, dries off and all, by the time, I make it out of the bathroom and into our room he is gone. I am thinking he must be downstairs watching t.v. or getting something. But then the family police (Mr. Stefon) comes upstairs. Mommy, do you know why daddy went downstairs? I don’t know, isn’t he watching t.v.? Nope, he went on the first floor to College Boy room. You are so nosy, why don’t you ask your dad when he comes up.
After a coupla hours he comes up and he told me their convo. They determined (Mr. Conservative did), that he does not need to work and College boy is going to wholeheartedly give it another shot because he said he really didn’t try. He also said he just wanted to work so he could have his own money. Understandable, except for the fact we give his ass money, he is allowed to work in the summer. AND Mr. Conservative, kinda agreed with me that he may be depressed, I guess from their conversation.
I am glad they talked. When I went back to school, Mr. Conservative was always at the kids school, it was so bad that I said something to Mr.Stefon at College boy graduation and Mr. Stefon preK teacher said, excuse me are you related to him. I said, um, yes I am his mother, she said – oh I never met you (bullshit), I said yes you have I met you on the first day (shut up, it was still a meeting).
Anywho, at College Boy graduation he got top honors for school and one part of the ceremony they had the kids give a rose to the person who helped them the most during the school year. My family and Mr. Conservative (not his dad) family, (His dad was there, but he knew he had nothing coming) thought the rose was coming my way but I knew better. He gave the rose to Mr. Conservative. Very beautiful, but I was still hella jealous.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I knew I would be buying this once the credits rolled at the movies. I am telling you, boy go get yours. This will be a classic like Friday.
Oh I so can't wait!! People have the wrong impression of this movie, but you know what - oh well.
Me: Um, what you doing you better get it.
Mr. Conservative: There isn’t any.
Me: WHAT (you know I am HOT MAD!!, Pissed!!)
Mr. Conservative: I thought it was some in the drawer, but it is not.
Me: Cut the light on.
Ya’ll we turned that fucking drawer up. Nothing. We looked like crack addicts, trying to come up with anything, well how about.....what if I ....... well you could......
Me: Um, I think I got some in the closet in my lingerie drawer.
I’m throwing panties, bras and some other good shit on the floor. GOT IT!!
Mr. Conservative: You found one.
Me: YES SIR
Me: Nosy as hell…..look at the package because this shit has been there a long time.
WHY THE HELL WAS IT EXPIRED by two years!!! HOW COME WE STILL USED THAT FUCKER!!
Next day leaving work…….
I go to WrongAide (I really hate this store, but hell I figure I take one for the team) because it is by the subway, and I figured let me stock up, since he can’t handle business. The security guards at the store on
Why the hell this mother fucker come back and act like he is fixing the magazines?
RentACop: Excuse me we don’t allow that.
Me: You don’t allow what?
RentACop: People looking at the magazines.
Me: (laughing) Are you serious?
Me: Bullshit, if I am buying I am previewing. Keep your magazine.
Yes, Ma’am I said it, what type of bullshiggity is that. I am mad as hell and heading out when I remember the condoms. The hell if I am leaving without them. Of course if the secret service is spying on me looking at magazines you know the condoms are locked up.
Me: Excuse me sir, do you have a key for the condom (whispering and talking fast).
Idiot #1: What? (It sound like he yelled, but he probably didn’t).
Me: Do you have a key for the condoms?
Idiot #1: WHY the hell this fool YELL across the room to Idiot #2, YOU GOT THE KEYS TO THE CONDOM?
Me: **DEAD** Just standing there like are you serious? I mean really!!
Idiot #2: Yells back, no I don’t got the condom key ask Idiot #3. YES everyone in the store is looking in my directions.
Why in the hell Idiot #1 is about to start yelling at Idiot #3, I said, you know what fuck it, I am not coming back to this damn store. I gave my husband a good yelling out for that one. He thought it was the funniest fucking thing…………….well not for long, because when his ass rolled over that night it was no haps because THIS NEGRO DID NOT STOP AND GET ANY
Mr. Conservative: I am about to go to the corner store.
Me: Oh really, that’s’ good, I am about to go to sleep.
PEACE!! Well, it actually wasn’t peace, but ain’t no little Mr. Stefons’ over here.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Mr. Conservative and I went to the movies Friday and then went out to eat. We went to PING. It was okay. I got the Kung Pao mix and hubby got the sushi. He loved his, me no likey mine. Too damn salty, but it was a nice atmosphere so all was good. Also, I liked the fact that you could order sushi or Chinese food at the table because a lot times its one or the other.
Saturday, stayed in bed funky as hell. I told myself no t.v., no shower, now food until I completed my paper. I jumped on the internet a couple times. But I got it done by 2:30. I was so happy to see water and soap. DAYHUM!!!
Well, after I got out of the shower Mr. Stefon wanted help with his homework - math. Mr. Stefon works my nerves when he ask for help because he is a KNOW IT ALL and don’t know shit. So here goes our convo.
Me: Mr. Stefon what is 2x =10
Mr. Stefon: Oh that’s easy.
Me: Okay, well what is it.
Mr. Stefon: Let’s see, that is so easy it is 5.
Me: So, X=5
Mr. Stefon: Yes mom, can we move on.
Me: We could if you didn’t put the wrong answer you have 2.
Mr. Stefon: No, I don’t. SOMEONE, must have changed it because I know the answer
Me: **BLANK STARE**
Mr. Stefon. (Dead serious) someone must have erased it.
Me: Look, are you trying to say I did it, because the only people who could have done it is ME or YOU.
Mr. Stefon: Mommy, I know the answer.
Me: OKAY, but don’t accuse me of changing your damn answer, I don’t even have a pencil, AND you just handed to me and is sitting right here. Why can’t you just admit, you made a mistake, you know the answer, but just fast.
SEE!!! Remember he accused me of stealing before the same way, I think I told you all about that, if not, I can. Little flucker.
Oh and I think I ruined him for all woman. This morning I gave that boy everything he needed to take a shower (body wash, deodorant, lotion, sock bag), so I could have peace when I get in the shower, but nope that is not what happened. I am in MY room with the door closed, in MY bathroom with the door slightly open, assed out and have the shower running. I am in the BIG ASS MIRROR washing my face before I get in – I know wasting water (working on it), when I hear. Um mommy to my horror the fucking door is ajar. I am screaming remembering my lumpy body is visible in the damn mirror which means he can see me.
Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!!
Mr. Stefon: (EYES AVOIDING ME) I knocked but you couldn’t hear me, I need my uniform.
Me: So, why are you in here, go downstairs check the dryer, your room, I don’t have them. Don’t come in my damn room.
Ya’ll I can laugh now, but not then. That boy saw my goodies. How do I know? He looked like he wanted to die, when I opened the door, he was stammering and everything. Here his father got me thinking I am a 10 and from the look of that boys frighten face, I look more like a beat up copper penny.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I have made a decision. I cannot keep this child lie, and I will not betray him. I will do what most mothers do. Talk to him and tell him that he has to tell them, but I will help him out, as I always do when the kids need to tell their dad something. I am also setting up an appointment with Kaiser Behavioral Health, nothing wrong with a little counseling if you need it.
I will tell my husband first, so that it lowers the blow. I will also tell his dad the same way for the same reason. He is going over his dad house this weekend so I will tell him Monday – that way he has a whole week before he sees him again.
It is not as bad as it seems – but for a kid (yes I know he is 19, but have you ever disappointed your parents?), I guess it seems like it; I just do not want to hold the lie.
What do you all have planned for today? Me?
Well, I have been up since 3 a.m. I could not sleep (I wonder why). Therefore, I got up and made Anger Management (and fam) some breakfast to take with her on her trip to NYC. Of course, the food woke up Mr. Stefon as well. Since I was up, I got a head start on one of two papers I need to complete. The husband and I are going out when we get off. I cannot wait.
Anger Mgmt is in
Mr. Stefon has been excellent lately (knock on wood hard as hell). I asked him if he wanted to read Harry Potter together and he said he would have to let me know.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So, here’s what I need help on.
I noticed some things with my oldest son – College boy. He has been very aloof and just to himself. I told you he is a different cat. He has always been quiet and to himself, and the kids laugh at him because he likes “white”music, and talk “white” (some bullshit, no such damn thing). He is a cutie, not just because I am his momma, anyone who has seen him will tell ya (I might try and slide a picture on here, but um, you know Mr. Conservative says no – he is not the boss of me). Anyway, he can not tell a lie. He won’t just come out and tell you some shit, but if you ask him straight out, he will give you the answer, even if he knows he will get in trouble – trick is asking the right question. Well, let me get to the meat. Mr. Conservative, asked him about school and I noticed that he gave a kind of loose answer, so when I was off last week and he was home too, I asked him straight out how was school. He looked at me and he looked like he was going to cry and said, Mommy, I can’t lie, not good. He went into all this stuff and we determined that he is depressed, which I already knew by his appearance and his separation. He said he was happy to finally tell me because it was hard trying to keep up appearances (that is why he has been locked in his room except for meals, so we would not ask him anything).
I am so hurt by this, because he should have come and talked to me in the beginning, but I know I have a strong personality and sometimes this scares the kids (and Mr. Conservative). I do not know why, because I personally think I am the kindest person in the world, I just give it straight. I am also hurt, because I can’ t give him medicine or kiss it and make it better.
Well, I advised him to talk to his professors and we determined that he should withdraw from his classes instead of failing them. I do not think drugs, and all the other stuff is involved, but I do know he is depressed. I also talked to him about his plans for college. He knows our plans for him, they have to get an education. We have always preached college, graduate school. However, I also know that college is not for everyone, so I asked him how he felt about college – was it the school, his major or if he wanted to just quit. I told him, that if he decided to quit, I would be upset, but if he did, he would have to get a job and go to a trade school and learn a skill. He said no that was not it, he wants to go to school (Hallelujah!! I do not know what I would have done, if he said otherwise).
So, the deal is as long as he goes to school he does not have to work. However, since he is withdrawing from school I told him he has to get a job, he has to come out of the room and get dressed everyday and by the end of this week (tomorrow) he has to present to me a 1 month, 3 month and 1 year plan and how he plans to reach these goals.
My dilemma is this. Mr. Conservative do not know and anyone who can do math should know that Mr. Conservative is not his biological father, we met when he was two and his been in his life every since. His father is also in his life, he has been blessed with two awesome men that care about him. HOWEVER, they both did not go to college and they have all their hopes and dreams riding on his back.
I asked him when were we going to sit down and talk to Mr. Conservative about this and he told me, I can’t deal with it right now, can I find a job first and then talk to him and dad. People I understand where he is coming from, but it puts me in the middle. I was okay with knowing and not telling them when we were trying to figure out what he should do. However, I am very uncomfortable knowing this and smiling in my husband face and not telling him that your son gets up every morning brush his teeth, wash his face and acts like he is going to school when he is not. Oh and he might be depressed.
What’s a mother to do? What would you do? ALL opinions are welcomed, I’m not feeling this lying shit.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I swear for God I got a little agitated when I saw a pregnant woman move ahead - um, that is NOT a disability, her ass can stay in line. Sorry, that was the bad side of me talking, although Anger Mgmt said the same thing. I even started looking at people with canes, like her ass is carrying the cane, not using it, but again, that is the Urban that was in line for 2 hours and the kids working my nerves. I had to tell them - I hope you know, I am on to you guys, I am not letting you leave just because your fighting with each others, so you might as well act right!! One
One of my coworkers who live in Virginia walked right in and out. What is that about?
College boy was so scared, didn't know what to do, but he got it done AND I AM A VERY, VERY, UM, VERY PROUD MAMA!!!
Mr. Stefon, asked how come there were no drive through lines, people shouldn't have to stand long. Then he wanted to know if you could go and vote somewhere else too. I told him, you get one vote, he said, how are we gonna get his man Obama in if you get only one vote - um are you trying to cheat? I then asked him, to stop complaining about the line, what will you do when your older and the line is this long? He said, get in his car and drive off, then said he was kidding. Anger Mgmt said, no your not. That is why me and College boy will have to scoop you up, because we don't trust you.
A nice story I heard about on the radio.
There was an elderly lady standing in line and one of the poll workers went to her and said, excuse me, if your elderly or disable you do not have to stand in line, you can come to the front and she said. I am 80 years old and I waited all these years to do this, therefore, I am going to keep standing in line like I was doing. I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT!!
So many people were taking pictures (did I sign a waiver?) and so was I. A beautiful, beautiful thing.
Now we wait.
I just did something, I have not done in a VERY long time. I got on my cracking knees and prayed. If you have been reading this blog you know how I feel about religion right now. Don't get me wrong, I pray, I just haven't been on these squeaky joints in a minute.
Why, you ask? I really don't know. I was doing my hair and looking in the mirror and I just started reflecting on today and a dream/nightmare I have been having the last couple of days and I was told to drop the flat iron and get on my knees and pray, so I did what I was told. I prayed for BOTH candidates, and my fellow Americans. I am scared, not so much for the future, but for my people. My mother is superstitious and told me when I was little that if you have a bad dream tell it because it won't come true, so I am going to tell you this. Black people please be safe, I just feel a need to say that, so I am.
On another note, I am very happy today, because I am SO DAMN TIRED OF THIS ELECTION, I am ready to move on, especially, when you start appearing during Monday Night Football. I hate to say it, but I think this will be copied, and depending on the outcome it may start before 2 years next go round.
Well, I am dressed, everyone in my house is getting dressed - Anger Mgmt, Mr. Stefon and College Boy, we are about to go to the polls and today will be the first time College Boy will be casting his vote, he hasn't told me who decided to vote for yet, which is cool, as long as he is voting today. Mr. Conservative and College Boys are independents (losers). Mr. Conservative is voting after work.
Folks, I have to go so I can get in and out, I hate to say it, but I do not think the line where I live will be that long, this is my first time voting in this area, but they never seem to care about anything. I hope they prove me very wrong. In my old neighborhood I would have to be in line already.
Make sure you cast your vote today, I can care less who you vote for, just do it, be a productive member of society in the rain or cold. I believe that weather plays a big part on who comes out to vote, so grab your knit gear and umbrella and do the damn thing.
Oh and Shitbucks are giving away a free T.all coffee on the honor system.