Wenderful World

I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me....

Not just a theory! As read here My phone and yours too!  Well Dubya....It's  not the fact that your listening, compiling or whatever the heck you call yourself doing. Anything I've said was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Forget my right to privacy. What's done in the dark will always come to the light. You would think this administration would have learned this lesson by now.

Woman to Woman

You all know I am "living my life like it's golden" I try to stay  as drama free as I can. You know my position on dating anyone who is married, separated, living with someone etc.  With that said...If you don't know about HER what can you do?

Okay here's situation...I was driving along happily enjoying CeCe Penniston's- remember her? "Walk On" ( I should have really listened to the words). When  this man beeps at me while we're at the light. My first thought. I hope he doesn't need directions, because he will really be lost. He waves, I smile wave back. That's just me.  I go back to getting my before work groove on. He beeps again. Okay, I'm no mud duck, my hair is cute, I am working the hell out of my new sunglasses, I get it. He's trying to holla.  Long story short, we exchange numbers. We talk on the phone frequently, but because of our schedules we never could actually "hook-up". (Thankfully)... So, yesterday we were both free, so we decided to meet for drinks...cool right? Dude called and said he "forgot" he had an early morning and he wanted to get together today instead.  Now keep in mind, he answered all the questions correctly  from the jump, this is still very new so  I'm cool with this. This morning he calls and apologizes again, says he is looking forward to seeing me etc. Then my phone starts ringing off the hook..I mean to the point where I was like it MUST be an emergency let me see if my people are okay.  I don't recognize the number, so I check my voice mail. The conversation begins.."Go ahead, talk to her. You been talking to her". And then escalated to a hysterical name calling, screaming match.This is all on the voice mail. The second call informs me that I need to call "Luke". I'm saying to myself and out loud. I don't know any "Luke". So I call back, I speak with hysterical chick, explain to her that her argument was on my voice mail and that I do not know her man. That I do not date men that have"others". She apologized for the confusion. I tell her, I understand. Done right? Wrong...Micheal calls, " How are you...blah, blah, blah...Oh by the way, if you get a call from 315***please disregard, that is old news and drama." FLAGS,BELLS,WHISTLES!!!... I hang up and go straight to my phone to check the number from this morning ...You know it...it's 315****. Me and wifey had a wonderful chat about Luke...middle named Micheal. Turns out his NEWBORN is 3 weeks old. And I'm more than certain he has 'some explaining' to do right about now. I felt for her, because I have been exactly where she is, but the bond went deeper..Woman to Woman, some of us, have your back.

Anything

I've been spending time with my god baby. We went to take pictures the other day. This kid has my heart.  He's not the whining type. He basically just looks at you like he has something to say and he is in deep thought. Like he is trying to get his words together before he speaks. A tooth finally came through the gum and I made the drive to his house just so I could see it. That's when I knew this must be love.

I picked him up from daycare last week. I  don't really drive with him that much so I was nervous. I'd look over at him every now and then and he was just chilling out in his car seat. ( Which I had a time getting in my car)  His eyes told me he was okay.. just enjoying the ride. Probably wondering who this woman was picking him up ( hair change)  and where was his mother. He's a playful, happy baby. I'm so glad he is. I don't think a could take a cranky child for too long. Or a spoiled child, wanting you to carry them everywhere. This child weighs twenty pounds, that won't be happening.The only time he really shows a little mean streak is when he is hungry. At that time he is all business. He wants his meal now. I think  about the responsibility that his been given to me. I take the fact that I am his godmother seriously. I want the best for him as I would my own child. I want him to excel, to grow up strong,healthy and happy.  I want him to be a good person. I look into his cute little face and know at this point in his life he can have anything  he wants...yeah I'm gonna spoil him. Not too much though...

The Clean Up Woman

I have the curse...my mothers curse. Not the one about having children that will act exactly how you act. My cross to bear it seems is becoming a pack rat. I have a lot of things, just stuff in my house that I never ever use. Just like my mother. I didn't realize it, I don't know when this happened to me. I know I am constantly on my mom about getting rid of some of her things; and she is ALWAYS going to have a yard sale but, I never thought it would happen to me. I know I inherited her shopping gene but, I thought I was being pretty good about swapping out the old with the new. I have discovered that I have so many pairs of black shoes I ought to beat my own ass if I buy another pair. Not to mention the other.  Why? because half of them I never wear.( That's mom) I have all different  size clothes stuffed in my  closets ( both walk-ins). Why ? Because I've vowed to get into them. At least some of them. That's the ones I remember having. ( That's mom) I wanted a black mid drift jacket so badly and bought one this winter, only to discover that I already had one in the back of my closet. My memory isn't worth a damn... I have pots and pans that I never use.Why? Because I rarely cook, and when I do usually two pans will cover the meal. I have pictures and that aren't hung, I don't know how many different packs of weaving hair, wigs etc. ( not mom) But she does have quite a collection of scarves, pins, hair bows etc) I mean I'm not ready for the Oprah show ( and I will say neither is my mom)  because some of that crap was just nasty. (Things are orderly with us, just alot of it.)  However, It's my day off, I should not be hit with this realization today. All I was doing was trying to pack away my winter clothes.  Which is when I actually discovered a box of clothes I PACKED last year to take to the Goodwill. This isn't fair...my mother's words ringing  in my head. " Keep laughing your going to be just like me." I must do something about this...soon... okay, eventually...

Come on and go with me...

Back in the day...Red light ,green light...Tag , Mother may I? I used to love to double-dutch, And play sculles, and I put on mass productions of plays for the neighbors. I enjoyed rollerskating and riding my bike. I traded baseball cards..( flips) . I still want my Thurman Munson card from Victor Cerribino... At 12 basketball entered my life and I was hooked. I played for four years until I really discovered boys, and thought I was too cute to be that sweaty and beat up anymore. I joined the drill team.  I remember my Right On! magazines and the pin up of Peabo Bryson  ( Let the feeling Flow) who I thought ,along with Magic Johnson ( don't know how many posters I had of him) was one of the sexiest men alive. When I finally was able to leave from my front door and go to house parties( 16) ...we partied. I had to because I was the black Cinderella. I always made my 12 o'clock curfew though. Lord knows I didn't want my parents to come looking for me and embarrass me to death. I remember the first time I heard Rappers Delight on the radio( and going to Sandra's party whose mother had actually prepared macaroni, peas and chicken)....Why did she do that?...We laughed the entire school year. I remember going to rap-offs to hear this MC or that one.  I used to laugh at Biz when he came to our school...but he knew Kane...hmph, hmph, hmph...if  you know what I mean. Yeah, I'd be one of the people catching the Vapors.On Saturday ... I lived ... for Kung Fu theater. My dad playing the same Barry White and Isaac Hayes Albums ...yes, albums. In the background. I wished they would somehow mysteriously get scrathed.  Now I love them...go figure. As I watch my nieces, nephew and now godchild  grow I know they will have happy memories in this techy, video, gaming, fast paced world...but man, it was  so much fun, back in the day!...

It's Easter...Thank you Jesus!