November 27, 2007
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I am currently in a state of shock in it’s purest form. What I saw tonight nearly sent me into a coma. The youngest members of the Glam Squad was taking their nightly bath together just having a ball. Well, it got to be a little too much because I was concentrating on work I brought home from the office. As I’m walking down the hall with the sole purpose of “regulating” I entered the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain back and nearly caught a damn conniption. The middle member of the Glam Squad is beginning to mature in all the wrong goddamn places!!! What the hell! This child is only eight years old. Hell, I didn’t have that much at seventeen. (shut up Tracy).
You would think that after having seen the oldest member of the Glam Squad blossom into full on puberty, age twelve with the body of a sixteen year old I would be ready for the other two………….WRONG!
This is my baby. My second child. My voilin playing, honor roll student, fashion savy diva, music lovin middle baby. I just can’t take it. I’m already having problems with young punks thinking I’m my oldest daughter’s sister. Imagine rollin through the mall in a couple of years when all three have fully matured? I guess I’ll just have to get three pistals and have each of the girl’s names engraved on the handle and what ever punk comes callin, I’ll politely ask who the hell he came to see and what ever name he gives……….that’s the damn gun he’s going to get his ass capped with.
With all of the problems our young girls are having now, teenage pregancy, STDs, peer pressure, etc., it’s so important that we teach them all that we can before any problems come into play. Our daughters are sacred and we should handle them as such. But at eight years old? Now I sit here pondering how I’m going to introduce the “talk”…… SHIT! I guess I’ll do what I did with the oldest and start off gradually, nothing too abrupt…………the child is eight years old. I guess I’ll discuss the basics of how her body is changing……….DAMN, she’s only eight fucking years old. Is it something in the water? In the food?……WHAT?
And to think I have to go through this again with the youngest girl. By then I guess I’ll just committ myself into an asylum. That one’s gonna hit hard. TRUST! You think I’m panicking now…………you have no idea.
I have to say though, since they are growing and maturing into their own personalities, I can’t help but wonder what they’ll be like in six years. The baby will be thirteen, the middle will be fourteen, and *sigh* the oldest will be eighteen. Lord Have Mercy.
After counseling young girls, you would think that I could be able to handle the growth of my own. This is the time I wished I had my mother back, may she rest in peace cause damn if I don’t need some help on this one.
I need a Heineken……….or two……….or three………or…..you get the picture!
Did I mention the child is only eight?
I’m just gettin too old for this shit!
November 26, 2007
November 23, 2007
I’m in a Robert Frost kind of mood today, so I was inspired to take some pictures of the leaves turning around my house.
GATHERING LEAVES
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?
-Robert Frost
Latasha Norman, who is black, was last seen Nov. 13 in one of her classes at Jackson State University. Her car was left on the campus, and the 20-year-old never returned to her dormitory room.
The 20-year-old accounting major from Greenville, Miss., is of medium-brown complexion, stands approximately 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs between 115 and 120 pounds. She was last seen wearing a white shirt and blue jeans.
To report information regarding Norman’s whereabouts, call the Jackson State University Department of Public Safety at 601-979-2580 or the City of Jackson Police Department’s Missing Person Bureau at 601-960-1210.
November 18, 2007
November 16, 2007
Me and Tracy
No words can express the love and loyalty I have for this woman. We’ve been best friends since the third grade and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. She’s my counselor, confidant, and my conscience. We have been through a lot together and I don’t think I could ever repay her for what she’s contributed to my life. She’s been there at the birth of my first child and the death of my mother, two of the many important events in my life.
So, thank you for being who you are and giving me twenty six years of your honesty and friendship, and who would have thought our daughters would one day become best friends? I guess this is the next generation of yet another fabulous friendship.
My daughter Morgan & Tracy’s daughter Ciara
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEFFA!!!!!!
November 13, 2007
November 10, 2007
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First let me say that I have the utmost respect for my elders, I would never purposely disrespect them in any way shape or form.
BUT THIS BITCH HAD IT COMING!!
It gets kind of hectic this time of year because we receive funding from the government to assist the poor with heating and utility bills. I love helping people, it’s what I’m meant to do. The look on a client’s face after you’ve helped them is priceless. We get to help a lot of families in need and they are really great people. Then you get the people who think they are “entitled” to get help. (trust, there’s a huge difference) These are mostly young people with five and six children who are on disability to get a check, or they just don’t want to work or go to school….keep in mind our agency offers to pay for school and assist in helping them find employment. The resources are offered, we can’t force them to take advantage of it.
Anyway, I was in a damn good mood, nothing you could have done or said would have pissed me off, until I get this phone call:
EC: Good morning, how can I assist you?
Old Hag: You told me to call back today to see if I could get some funds!
EC: I’m sorry, you must have spoken to one of the other ladies, we’re booked up for this week so they must have told you to check back with us next Thursday ma’am.
Old Hag: Every goddamn time I call, ya’ll give me the same damn story. Ya’ll give funds to who the hell ya’ll want to give it to!
What the fuck, this heffa done lost her everlastin mind.
I understand that people get frustrated in times of need, God knows I do, but this old woman was off the damn chain. To make matters worse she’s one of our “regulars” who always expect to get a handout, not caring about the families who really need it.
EC: Ma’am let me check our computer to see how long it’s been since we last assisted you.
EC: Umm, ma’am we just helped you last month, I thought you said three years ago.
Old Hag: It don’t matta when the last damn time I was in there. I need my light bill paid, I got a disconnection notice.
EC: Ma’am how much is you’re bill?
Old Hag: $52 dollas.
***STARING LIKE A DEER CAUGHT IN HEADLIGHTS***
You mean to tell me, your old greasy ass gets nearly $1300 dollars a month and you can’t pay a damn $52 dollar light bill?
Anyway…………………
Old Hag: Some damn body gonna pay this goddamn bill cause they said they gonna cut me off tomorrow!
Old Hag: What yo name is?
EC: Erica
**CLICK**
No this cow didn’t just hang up on me? THIS COW JUST HUNG UP ON ME!
It was ok because I’m in a good mood. Right? Righhhhhttttt!
Phone rings again.
EC: This is Erica, how can I assist you?
Old Hag: IF MY MUTHA FUCKIN LIGHTS GET CUT OFF, YOU GONE BE THE BITCH I HOLD RESPONSIBLE!
**CLICK**
Now, I can handle being hung up on. Hell, I can handle being hung up on twice. But when you call me a bitch and that I would be responsible for a damn light bill your slack nasty greasy ass could have already paid………It’s about to be some shit, I don’t give a good goddamn how old your ass is. She was dumb enough to give me her name, so I went to look for her file from a month ago BINGO looky looky…….her phone number!
What? ya’ll thought I was going to let that shit go?
EC: Ma’am did you just call ______________________________?
Old Hag: Yeah!
EC: Let me explain one mutha fuckin thing to you. Don’t you EVER in your life call this office and commence to tell me what the fuck I will be held responsible for because you can’t get up off your ass and pay your bills like you suppose to. There are no children here and I didn’t appreciate being talked to as such. I know you didn’t expect for me to call you, but the only man I fear is GOD and God you’re not. So the next time you wanna call yourself threatening somebody, you better make damn sure it’s someone who’ll take that shit cause I AIN’T THE ONE!
AND I GOT YOUR BITCH!!!
By this time my boss walked in and heard me yelling. I told her what had happened and she took the phone. By that time I was highly pissed, the boss was trying to calm the lady down and I heard her tell the lady that she didn’t have to make a trip to the office. Hell, I walked right back to where my boss was and I told her to tell the lady to bring her ass to the office if she wanted to. She was big enough to talk shit, she’s big enough to face me like a damn woman. After my boss finished talking to the lady, she came to my office and told me that everything was taken care of and that I was right in what I did. (you think)!
I know some of you might think I was wrong in the way I handled this situation, but who gives a damn! If it happened to you, what would you have done?
November 2, 2007
November 1, 2007
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I hope!!!
