Notions and Potions

If I could, I would, and I would be the richest girl in the world!

Everyday my appreciation grows fonder at where I've landed in life's journey. I'm so proud of me. I listened. I tried. I cried. I succeeded! Once you get a taste of freedom, you hunger for more. When you get to the point where folks will have to accept you like you are or not at all, and you are alright with it, then you have reached your freedom. People like me will change throughout our life cycles most times for the better. Then, it becomes up to others to decide if they will adjust to our change, and love us with it or not. Unconditional love. I'm talking about self worth. Men tend to acquire self worth at conception. Stupid Lucky Bastards! But for women, sadly it can take almost a lifetime to get.

So I say, if I could, I would and I would be the richest girl in the world!

If I could bottle it up like a potion to ingest or a perfumed spray mist to inhale, Lawd! Lawd! Lawd!!! I would be slipping some women a whole lot of Mickeys! Just imagine if you could take something that would remove the inhibition, or block the mind restraints of being what and who you are supposed to be, careless to what others may think. If women could just take something to remove the fear.

But the mentality has to be coupled with the appropriate intelligence otherwise you would be just a selfish cocky "B" with nothing to show for it.  God knows what He's doing though. He knows that kind of power isn't for every woman, some just can't handle it. He knows you have to earn it and go through initiation so once it's obtained you protect it at all cost. Damn! Now if only they knew.  I just wish more women knew better.

I Hate to Eat and Run

This weekend I visited a place for a nice outing. It was different, then again, no it wasn't. The venue was nice and different but the atmosphere was still the same. The place was St. Genevieve and it was filled with usual characters from the same old live screenplay Bourgeois and Broke. Clearly there was a small percentage of people in there who might actually belong but the rest were fallacious fakers. The females were on a prowl trying hook anything that remotely resembled walking dollar signs. Men were pretenders who saved their entire month's salary to escape where they live for just one night which, by the way, is in that back room of their momma's house.

But what the hell! I enjoyed the scenery for pure entertainment purposes only, I was due.  I was drinking and I was hungry too. I didn't get a chance to see the menu before the food was ordered but chicken was ordered. You can't go wrong with chicken can you? Nope. Not unless it's paired with watermelon...on the same plate.

It's called Mumbai Fried Chicken and it's on the menu described as tamarind chutney and watermelon pickles. WTF! They may as well have called the dish Nigga's Delight! When the dish arrived at first I didn't notice it. I picked up a piece of chicken and ate it....no biggie. On that second piece though, that's when I saw the "watermelon pickles" a.k.a just some plain ass watermelon cut into chunks.

That's when the lights came on! Neither one of us had any idea and judging from the menu I don't think anyone could have known. I was offended but it was too late. It was pointless to make a scene about the menu. What could I do? Nothing. So I did what any self respecting black person would do. I fucked up that chicken and watermelon and left no crumbs on the plate, then I hauled ass out of there!

Shit MY Paw Says...

There is a guy who started this craze with a post called Shit My Dad Says. I have to admit some of the stuff on there is funny and I can definitely relate. It's mind blowing some of the things that comes out of our parents mouths. I wonder where do they get their thoughts from. Many of my posts stem from conversations I've had with my father that leaves me in aww. And I don't know if it's the aww in a good way all of the time either. Yet again J.O. Smooth hasn't disappointed me. I was visiting home taking care of some "bitness" and naturally when I go down there he is my road dog. So we were in the car talking about ALL sorts of shit. We laugh and talk about people, we laugh and talk about problems, we laugh and talk about ourselves. We have a great relationship, best friends too.

The conversation went like this:

Me: Yeah we went over there by Reese and her new lil Boo was over there. He's a nice guy, seem to be real cool people. I like him. I hope he is real good to her and I hope he sticks around.

J.O: Oh Yeah? He's a cool lil dude?

Me: Yep! And guess what his name is?

Now let me pause right here for a second. When someone ask you to guess something, most people we would guess the answer is in vicinity of something familiar. My thinking would be to say a name of person I knew or someone close to me with the same name. So I was expecting him to say maybe....I don't know...J.O.?

This is where I sigh. Conversation resumes:

Me: Yep! And guess what his name is?

J.O. blurts out: NICODEMUS!

And I mean it came out of his mouth so fast, like it took him no thought...like he had Touretts or something! WTF! Huh? How did he come up with Nicodemus? I'm curious...I had to ask. "J.O. do you know someone whose name is Nicodemus that roams this earth?...I'm not talking about that fellow in the Bible, I mean a living person...do you know a Nicodemus?" Of course he says Nope! I just kept saying it to myself over and over again. Nicodemus. Nicodemus dude. Really? Nicodemus? Nick-O-deeeeem-us. Nicodemus.

Go To Hell in 2012

I've been talking to some folks in my circle and I usually hear a definitive response to they way they feel about something. The response is an affirmation on how I should expect one to behave from this point forward, usually tinted with a clever saying much like the one in the title above. I've taken an curious notice to these because from time to time I feel the way they do and come up with my own. I often listen to what drive these quotes and most times agree with their conclusion. Some quotes are derived from selfishness and others the realization of being fed up. In any case I've collected a few from various sources not just my own.

Go To Hell in 2012

• I think you can figure what that one means.

Do You.... When You Want To 

• I've been told this one means that you don't have to make special arrangements to be yourself or do things that makes life bearable to you with regards of putting some others consideration above your own. If you feel like being nice, go for it...if not, no love lost.

I Will Adjust

• Simple phrase but a heavy weight. This means they don't have to do a damn thing. There is nothing for them to change. You will do all the changing. Let that person be. You will adjust your attitude and actions for what is more suitable for you to handle and in your favor.

I Ain't Arguing

• Going around and around with no solution or beneficial outcome is a waste of my time. A person who does the same thing but expects a different outcome is a fool. Don't loose your breath just adjust.

I've used these and mouthed these quotes and will continue to do so. It's a shame that the world has gotten this way, to the point where its ok to be an asshole or selfish. I don't know if it's always been this way or if it just hit home for me. It seems as though I am now in survivor mode and blending with the masses but at one time in my life the consideration of others first was taught to me and applied. Everyone reaped the benefit of being kind to one another but something happened along the way.

Put the Pickle Jar Back Please Ma'am

It's amazing how someone can at will and word cause bodily harm to someone else and be glad to do so.

In case you were thinking it's me (well ok.. yes that can be me too, but I wasn't talking about me this time) I was speaking of my parents. Yep, my poor little, sweet, innocent parents. Who would have thought for one second they could hurt somebody and with strategic contemplation and planning. HA!!!! Well anybody who knows my parents knows they could.

I mean....are parents supposed to be this way?......especially over their GROWN children?

I recently had another bout with my husband over a re-occurring issue that I don't think he and I will EVAH.....I mean NEEEVAHHHHHH agree on (unless one day I loose my damn mind or grow a sausage for a head). So of course we argued and I got upset.

Well, for those who don't know, my husband is allergic to pickles/cucumbers. Out of need to vent, I told my parents what angered me. Right or wrong there they go.......they are ready to pull out a jar full of pickles! And I can hear it in their voices like, yes! This is the one! We finally get to do it! They keep a jar of pickles on hand in the pantry. I mean they literally wait for the que! They wait for the day to make a "special salad"!

The good thing is neither one of us can take the other being upset for very long, so we let our guards down and forgive. Pretty soon there's a peace offering (mostly done by him) and our lives continue back to normal.

I guess it's great to know I have folks in my corner and I love my parents for that! They bring soo much humor to my life.

Disappointed they'll be, but for now, I will have to say "False Alarm!...It's ok! Put the pickle jar back in the pantry!"