In fact, if you throw in the children .... it wasn't even close!!
BTW: I should feel good about the fact that I am 5 levels higher than I was when Honestbrother was helping me. His brilliant mind enabled me to pass every math level thereafter. At one time I was taking two math classes simultaneously[sp]. I am now in class with the big math thinkers. Except.......I HATE math. I'm sitting next to these geniuses and I don't even have a clue. Cuz why? After completing each math level......I totally FORGOT everythang I learned as soon as the course was over. Not good. But! again....where is HONESTBROTHER? I'm serious. Truly I am But!
Or do I have that a little mixed up??
It's just incredible the amount of insensitivity towards others and lack of basic human consideration one can run into just leaving out of your home.
If I even THOUGHT about being as disrespectful towards somebody as people were to me today .... my mother would have SMACKED me into somebody else's lifetime!!!! If not a whole other existence all together!!!
Folks just don't care about anybody but themselves, these days. And I guess it's just hard getting use to that .......because (thankfully) I can remember much happier and better times.
Girrrrrrl! My professor WON'T even allow calculators in this class. And that's the least of my problems When she's talkin' I swear I'm Charlie Brown zoning out Lucy i.e. All I hear is wa wa wa wa wa wa wa......not good! I need clarity. For me math is a foreign language all it's own. Oh no..my sista it's not YOU a little mixed up..it's definitely ME! But! I'm just sayin
That 107 isn't nothin' that a little trip to Venice Beach couldn't handle!!
I keep telling myself, one more class, no more damned class. School can't be done with soon enough.
Might be that he remembers that you turned in the same paper and is thus aware that you did significantly less work this time around ... He might even be of the opinion that you plagiarized yourself ... Or disappointed that you didn't attempt to make significant improvements on the earlier effort ...
It is really trippin' me out listening to all this bitchin' and moanin' about "The President went back on his campaign promise to hold civilian trials for these Guantanomo detainees."
'Cause I'm trying to figure out who really gives a damn?!!? And why would you??
It would OBVIOUSLY have to be somebody with no life of their own to live .... 'cause we've got waaaaayyyy to many REAL problems in this country right now to be traumatized over something as trivial as that.
Sista ER wrote:
|Yesterday at 12:43 PM|
I know we all say it...But i hate liars..Not just because lying is horrible, but also because people who lie tend to hold onto the lie out of sheer selfishness.
Anybody seen or heard from NSpirit??
I haven't had anybody fun to fuss at in a while!!
Well Folks ... It's official!
As of 2:15p.m., this day ... my Capstone Project was accepted, satisfying the final requirement of my Master's of Public Administration degree. (Good thing, too, because I walked this past Saturday).
Kweli4Real can now add MPA to his business cards and resume.
Take some time to celebrate that your head didn't BLOW UP with all that studying, cramming, and report writing!! After that .... look for a new job that puts another "0" on the end of your paycheck!!
Brotha Kweli4Real wrote:
Lesson Learned: When you have an idea ... think about ... Dream about it ... pray on it ... act on it; but DO NOT talk about it; because once it is voiced to the Universe, someone else implement it.
Brotha KweliReal wrote: When you have an idea ... think about ... Dream about it ... pray on it ... act on it; but DO NOTtalk about it; because once it is voiced to the Universe, someone else implement it.
Went to the mall today. Saw young people smoking blunts in front of a toddler barely walking. The smoke was soooooo strong and thick....I gagged. I couldn't help myself. Lord have mercy on my soul[when will I ever learn?!]. I walked over to them. Took a deep breath. And said quietly, "young brothas could you just please give his lungs a break?" The father stepped in [no more than 25 years old...at least that's what he tells me], "this is my motherfocking baby." I said, "I know. I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your child. I'm not gonna cross the line in that...but! Why does he have to smoke just cuz you are? I mean his lungs are still developing."
Well needless to say, he didn't take it very well. I tried lowering my voice. Talking very sweetly. I even [which is very difficult for me] did the submissive thang. But some of these young folks just don't get it. I said to him, "you're not the only one who loves your child. Once he starts school, there will many folks in his life who will love him just as much as you. I wanna see him have that chance to know what that feels like." So when I said that, one of the other young brothas put the blunt out. The young father turned around and said, "man...you don't have to do that. I told you..this is my motherfocking baby." Lord have mercy on my soul!!! Koco don't say a word please, I kept saying to myself-just walk away. But you know I have to be who I am. I said to him, "young brotha [he wouldn't look me in the eyes] I am so proud to see you loving your child the way you are. That makes me wanna love him even more. Cuz even though I don't know you....I love you too. You could be my baby boy. If I didn't care....I wouldn't say a word to you. But I do care. And I know it's up to YOU...how you will love your baby. All I'm saying is give him a chance. Give his lungs a chance."
After making that statement the young brotha looked at me real hard. You know that gangbanging hard. And cuz I want his child to feel this love I was fighting for him to feel one day....I stood there and took it..you know the bone crushing stare. Finally, the father said, "I hear you." "That's all I want young brotha. Just for you to hear me cuz I don't even know you or your baby but I can stand here and say I love you both," I said in almost a pleading, begging kinda way.
I walked away slowly cuz I didn't want him to think he scared me with his evil eye. I turned and blew a kiss and whispered, "thank you." As I disappeared behind parked cars in the parking lot and after a few steps I found my car. Suddenly my heart dropped to my stomach. It was a very sad moment for me. This generation of children have no clue how to raise dirt...let alone a young life. And here is this boy, who is really a man with good intentions but no parenting skills or clue to what he is doing to his child. I know he was frontin' for his folks...but! I also know he was shocked to hear a stranger tell him he and his child are loved unconditionally. Maybe that was what saved my azz....but! I tell you I feel soooooo sorry for the children born to some of these young folks today. I do recall when I was that young with children, I do recall being a little upset when folks tried to tell me how to handle my children...but! This was different. I expected to hear it from all sides in my community of blackfolks...cuz I come from a village. And I was raised that way...but! Today? I guess the killings of those two children last week by their deranged father was going through my head....and I just had to say something to this young daddy. Whether it made a difference or not...don't know. But what I do know I cannot stand idly on the sidelines and see children harmed or hurt. Just can't do it. I have to say something. Even if it gets me in trouble. Thank God he was half listening....cuz there are many of 'em who don't listen just react. And thank God he was half high too or it probably would have been a different outcome altogether....but! I'm just sayin
Good deed my sister!! I would like to add that I'm glad to see a father with his child even-though he needs parenting skills 101.
Diamond wrote: Good deed my sister!!
Thank you. I appreciate that.
I would like to add that I'm glad to see a father with his child even-though he needs parenting skills 101
I totally AGREE. Although no baby is born with a manual....we as new parents learn from [observing] others as we go along. Hopefully, this young brotha will understand that....eventually. But!
Good deed my sister!! I would like to add that I'm glad to see a father with his child even-though he needs parenting skills 101.
I've found that young'uns like that WILL hear you ... even though (or maybe it's especially when) they are doing their damnest NOT to listen.
I had a(nother) "Sunday afternoon" experience with a youngster, myself, yesterday!!
I don't know what it is with me, my music and Taco Bell ...... but .....
So yesterday, I was driving around doing my shopping/running errands thing ... and decided I had a taste for a Burrito Supreme!! I had snatched some 'made-a-long-time-ago' CDs to listen to and I was bumping to The Bar-Kays "She Talks To Me With Her Body" when I pulled up to the order window.
I mean ... it was sounding GOOD and I was really rockin' out!!! I don't have one of those LOUD systems in my car, though (the kind where the base makes the whole car vibrate ) .... but, I didn't want to be ghetto, loud, and inconsiderate ... so, of course, I turned it down enough so that business could be conducted!
Between the menu and the order window, though, I turned it up again .... as there was a car in front of me. By the time I get up to the window, I was partying my ass off once again!!
When I pull up, there's this young, perky, blond little high-school-aged-looking White girl at the window .... and I had to turn the music (almost all the way) down to hear what she was saying. I had forgotten what the total was (if she told me) but, before I could ask she looks down at me and says, "I LIKE that song!!" Paused for a second and said, "It's really catchy!!"
I'm telling you .... I just KNOW my eyes had to be ( ) bugging out of my head as I smiled at her and giggled and said, "Yeah, it is, isn't it??" And, my burrito came out of the window so fast I had not had time to regain enough coherent thought to ask this girl ... "Where you been and what you been doing?" to have even HEARD this song let alone LIKE it so much!!
I mean ... this song came out in 1982 .... so, not only was she not even thought about yet ... I'm not sure her MOMMA was even born back then!! But, she was tapping her little fingers on her arm and (looked like) patting her little foot behind that corner .... and clearly knew the song!! I was flabbergasted!! But also both intrigued and delighted at the thought that the Bar-Kays could move somebody so totally opposite from me in the SAME way!!
Music is such a WONDERFUL thing!!
But this is the 3rd time that I've gone to a Taco Bell and the employee in the window has commented on, asked me to turn up, and partied to my music!!! And I don't know why no McDonald's, or Burger King or Jack-in-the-Box people have never felt it in the same way!!
But the little White girl has been the biggest shocker, yet!! She made my day!! And, the burrito was pretty good, as well!!
Sista ER wrote: Music is such a WONDERFUL thing!!
Yep....you're sooooo right! BTW I'm the exact SAME way with In and Out Burgers and El Debarge. Go figure!
This morning....I heard some bible thumping folks critizing a person who just committed suicide. Now he was on medication...and stopped taking it for some reason....and he had a lotta other issues....but! Who in the FOCK are these arrogant pie holes? To start judging and analyzing his behavior. They are not DOCTORS or psychiatrists. This is WHY I absolutely HATE snobs who use their belief system to minimize someone else....just cuz they [think...they]can. Not one of these folks are doing their PART as human beings...and think just cuz they all HAVE the same mindset regarding GOD gives them the RIGHT to debase someone else just cuz this person is different-another reason why I do not ACCEPT any form of religious belief system. We all come in this world the SAME way, we ALL leave this world the same WAY....and nobody thus far can bring back the DEAD[no matter what GOD we believe in]!!! So why do folks think that they can JUDGE anybody? How about looking in that focking MIRROR...Whydontcha?!
You know....I HAVE to get out more often. Here's why. Jumped in my car to go on my daily track run and smelled sumthing fowl almost burning like when I started my engine. Okay. Panic time. Cuz I am not a CAR person...who know the kind to look under the hood regularly, changed the oil myself...someone who can surmise what's wrong with it when it sounds funny...you know that sort of stuff. I am NOT her. So. I panicked. Call myself looking under the hood...for what? I still don't know. Then finally I ran on the track and found a couple of my track buddies....and ask what they thought. Well....one homie said he smell skunk. SKUNK? GTFOH!!! I have NEVER SMELLED the aroma of skunk in my entire life. He said it probably peed somewhere around my car. I was dumbfounded. So you know what that means? Those family camping trips were very close to home. I am totally EMBARASSED!!!!!!! [So I am going back under my little shell...planning on my next vacation outside and aboard....maybe somewhere in Africa sounds befitting at this moment....] What can I say? But!
This has got to be the Day of the Dumb.
Sista ER......I could stand to hear one of your oldies but goodies right about now. Hard hard hard day! Sometimes working with kids becomes difficult when one has to ask for money. I hate this time of year....cuz of the deep need of soooooo many children. I stood there and let this snobbish azzwipe talked down to me just so I could get a couple of thousands for a freaking xmas program I'm planning in December. If it wasn't for the kids and how hard they have been practicing and rehearsing and being excited, I would have told that mofo to take that money and shove it where the sun don't shine....but! I didn't. I took the check instead. Somehow I feel sooooooooooooo dirty. I wish I could hear some grazin' in the grass or you're still a young man...baby. Oh even a smooth upbeat song from the Stylistics or Chaka Khan. Sumething! Hard day. I've been really hitting the pavement for more two weeks to fund this seasonal event cuz I do not wanna disappoint the children who have grown accustom to this community tradition and I find myself totally wiped out. I just hate it hate it hate it......but!