Her birthday is coming up and her husband is renting a suite and a limousine to take her and several of her closest girlfriends to and from a concert in the city.
She invites you along.
You agree to go.
A week or so later...she calls and tells you she decided not to do it because of the cost and would rather just have a few of her closest friends join she and her husband for dinner and would like you and your S/O to join them.
A couple of weeks ago, one of my first cousins (his blog name shall be ST. Why ST? Star Trek..The Next Generation), got a job offer in DC. When he graduated from college he went back home in Louisiana and looked for a job close to his parents like a good Southern boy does. After months and months of looking...he didn't find anything suitable in Louisiana's economy. I told him to look for something out here and he did and we were all proud of him when he got something really good in his chosen profession.
His initial start date was set and arrangements were made for him to come out here and I'd gotten our schedule ready to accommodate him.
His initial start date fell through and was set for two weeks later.
Then we had to re-do plans and move a lot of stuff around so we can do what needed to be done.
We got him. He is family.
ST was always one of the sweetest kids I knew. I've always been ridiculously proud of him and I've always made time for him no matter what. The only problem I've EVER had with him is that he's the type of guy who doesn't like to ask for anything.
But I guess that's what real men are made of right? Yeah...to a point.
He keeps to himself pretty much and I can tell he is making a conscious effort to stay out of our way. He has told me several times that he doesn't want to be a "bother."
I love that kid man.
Today was his first day of work. Last night I watched as he prepared for his morning, double checking everything to make sure he was ready. I'm all about being organized and hope that this part o me rubs off on him. He made sure his clothes were ready to go, packed his metro bag and lined his shiny shoes up. He also practiced tying his tie about fifty lleven times to make sure that his knot had the dimple in it that I told him it needed.
The kid makes me proud.
I hovered over him last night and this morning making sure he was good to go and personally escorted him to where he needed to be. Yes. Me. At 6:00 am this morning. Robby says I'm babying him but...like Shelly says...Robby should know seeing as though he's my BIGGEST baby. LOL! I'm not trying to baby him but I want him to feel secure and loved because I know how hard it is to be away from all that you know in a new city.
Cept he is not on his own.
We got him. He is family.
We have told him that he may stay with us for 6 months. During this time we don't want him to spend a DIME on anything. No food, no water, no nuttin. Nothing except Metro back and forth and an occasional movie. We want him to save, save, and save some more so that when we start helping him look for his own place he has a tidy lump in savings to start him off right. He tried to fix his mouth to say he'd like to give us a lil something money wise and we let him know that he would be snatched bald if he kept trying to go there.
We got him. He is FAMILY.
At 13700 we believe in extending ourselves and our generosity to family members who are doing the right thing. We have ABSOLUTELY no problem at ALL making sure the upcoming generations know they should consider us a resource and we are so happy we have the opportunity to help my baby cousin get his career and life away from the comforts of home the right way.
In fact...we are darn near BEAMING with pride at him every time he walks into the room. He's the kind of kid who is really appreciative of any little thing you do for him and it is very important to him to make all us of proud. Or should I say proud-ER because we are already bursting at the seams of proud.
I'd like you to help welcome one of my family's Golden Boys, ST, to the big city and to the world of responsibility. Share with him any advice you think he should read about moving, living, and beginning his OWN foundation for a REALLY good life. Let him know of any pitfalls he should look out for and what you think was most helpful to you when you started your first real job.
Did anyone in your family do this for you? Would you do it for family?
If you don't receive an email regarding how to continue reading this blog next week...it's because I don't "know" you. If I don't "know" you because you've been lurking and my database doesn't recognize you guess what? You.No.Get.No.Email. If you've been lurking for years and haven't introduced yourself properly...shame on you for accepting my hospitality all this time reading about me and not introducing yourself so I know about you.
That said, how can I GET to know you?
I guess the best way would be Facebook. Send me a request along with a message that includes your email address in the body of the message. When I have time I'll "friend" you and look around your page to make sure you're normal, regular, good, cool people cuz I'm wiping my hands clean of crazy folk. My time is becoming waaaaaaay limited and I only want to spend my online time with people I WANT to spend it with. If you don't want to take that step, believe me...I understand.
Cuz I'm the QUEEN of believing in people doing what they want.
***UPDATE: If you commented before 7:00 pm, Monday, August 31 you should have received your information. Of the 135 of you I don't "know" Imma need you to hit me up on Facebook. If I don't "know" you...you didn't receive an email. Please include a message on Facebook that it is regarding the blog. If you don't have a blog or Facebook...Imma need you to get real creative in my inbox.
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How the hell are you?
I'm 90% sure I'm locking this blog up after my birthday, September 5, 2009 so if you'd like to continue reading it...you need to comment and use your correct email address so you may receive the information to continue reading. Yup...the Tribe is going EXCLUSIVE.
If you've been previously BANNED and want to state your case you are welcome to email me at CreoleInDC@mac.com for consideration.
My sister and I have never got along well ever since we were little. She has always gotten by on her looks and now she is starting to look different because she has gained a lot of weight and was in a very stressful marriage. I'm not married and she has always thrown it in my face that I wasn't married and now she is getting a divorce. She wants to move out of our home state and called and asked me could she come and live with me. I have the room and if she was my best friend or pretty much anyone else in our family I wouldn't even hesitate to say yes but I am hesitating to say yes to my sister. She always stresses me and I know she is going to bring stress to my home. I don't know what to do because I guess I feel bad that I don't immediately feel like this is something I should do and I worry that our bad relationship is going to get even worse if I tell her no. Does the Tribe think I should let her come because she is my sister?
A man hit me in the head on the plane today doing too much while trying to put his suitcase away.
He damn near hit me in the head again when we landed.
Robby almost grabbed him.
I have a SPLITTING headache.
I can rock the hell out of a pair of shades.
I'M A HOUSEWIFE DAMMIT!
Our family member who is going to live with us for a bit arrived today. Poor thing had to wait at the airport for us for over 2 hours. Aw well...you're young. LOL!
I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy to get home even though we had a truly lovely time. I love traveling with The Robinator. I'm just not that chick who likes to be in charge. I know feminists everywhere will hate me but I'd rather a man handle things.
So shoot me.
I had the most fascinating conversation with a woman who I thought was the BOMB until we continued talking. Then I felt really sorry for her.
People shouldn't talk so much.
I don't care what anyone says...I like looking good. :)
I hate unpacking. I'll prolly stumble over those damn suitcases in our bedroom until next week sometime.
This chick from Louisiana wanted me to pimp her site. I went to the site and was HIGHLY offended by the politics section and told her azz NO.PERIOD.
She must be BAT.SHIT.CRAZY.
SIP is on Facebook but SIP only has ONE friend.
That would be me.
That is all.
Jaru and Lucy were sooooooooooooo excited to see us and we got on the floor and rolled around with them. Why? We are bat.shit.crazy.
I hope the baby dove survived. There is no sight of it anywhere but the mama is sticking close.
Apparently Chili's is having a day soon where they are going to donate their profits for the day to St. Judes.
I'd rather just write a check.
I DON'T EAT AT CHILI'SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
It's really difficult to eat a healthy breakfast in the airport. Robby and I had a chicken biscuit today.
I'm really not feeling these hairstyles that are coming back. Down South I saw more stacked bobs than I've seen on "I Love the 80's."
In Cali I saw a lot of White women with drawn on eyebrows.
That did NOT compute.
I can read advice all day long on what I should wear but yall do know that in the end...Imma do what I want.
Here comes the rain.
Ugh...I gotta wake up early in the morning.
I have renewed energy after my meetings yesterday.
I love my girls man. They are soooooooooooooo FIYA.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan...Imma sleep good tonight in my own bed.
Robby says it's time for us to get a king size bed. Does that mean he doesn't wanna cuddle with me anymore?
I hate motorcycles.
I can't trust people to do things the way I want them done which is why I'm never, ever, ever, ever letting someone else do something in my name EVER again.
I did not approve that shit and am just here doing what I was told to do. If I didn't tell you that I was going to do it guess what that means? I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT!
That is all.
I forgot to bring my camera cable with me to download my pictures. Imma get right on that.
Have I shared I have the headache from hell?
I love being me so much it's incredible. I wish everyone felt the same about themselves because then they would have no time to talk shit about other people like them people really give a damn what they say.
It kills me that there are some people that really think their opinion on stuff that doesn't directly effect them is boss. That shit is hella funny. TRUST...that says a whole lot about you.
I got an email from a chick who says she wants to kill herself. I asked her to send me her phone number.
I contacted the suicide hotline in her area code and gave them her damn number.
I ain't got time for wolf calling this week.
Ain't nothing wrong with being gay but there is some SERIOUS stuff going wrong with used to being gay and now wanna kick it with the opposite sex because you want what YOU perceive as an easier life.
I can't move unless my husband and doggies are moving too.
I just looked at something I got for 1969 in Miami and she's gonna be MAD.ABOUT.IT that I still haven't sent it to her cuz it's her kinda thang. LOL!
I'm so trifling when it comes to sending people ish. I have good intentions but no follow through when it comes to mailing it.
I'm trying to decide on a new bag for my birthday present to myself.
Well...my big meetings today are with real, live Hollywood big timers and lawd knows I didn't know what to wear. I want to be comfortable, of course, "serious" looking, of course, and yet jazzy at the same time. (Cuz that's how I roll...LOL!)
What would YOU wear to a meeting with real Hollywood people? Would you wear a suit? Separates? No jacket? Jacket? Color? Black? Loose? Structured? What? Strappy heels? Closed toe shoes? Shiny red bottoms? No shiny red bottoms (Robby: Um...shouldn't they think you're hungry? Me: I can only be me and I ain't hungry. Pass me those almonds.) Big status bag? Small, unassuming bag?
Hair? Straight? With a part down the middle? Curly? With a part on the side?
DRESS ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I don't have time to take eDress me pics. Yall know my azz is revising some ish right down to the last MINUTE!)
Are you ever surprised to find you have friends in common with someone on Facebook? Do you ever ask how they know each other? Would you be offended if someone asked you how you knew someone? How would you feel if you asked someone how they knew someone and they caught an attitude? Would you think to yourself B.W??? SIP 2009
Today is a big day for me and no...not because it's Babsalonia's birthday either. LOL! (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABS!)
It is HUGE in the grand scheme of my dream and whereas my mind is right (I wore my Ninja t-shirt yesterday aaaaallllllll day) I still have that bit of human nature that seems to always sit in the back of our minds asking ourselves...AM I GOOD ENOUGH?
Sundance hurt me sooooooooo bad and I wondered then was I good enough. I'm solid on what's going on today but yeah...I do have a lone voice in my head wondering...Am I good enough.
(Don't tell Robby. He thinks I can hang the moon. *sigh*)
Your daughter left her computer up and you see her Facebook account.
You see something disturbing that your friend's daughter said so you click on it.
There is a serious argument going on between she and a group of girls and boys that basically are calling the child a ho and one of her "friends" actually has pictures up of the child looking kinda...um...erra...suspect.
We'd be remiss if we didn't start the day off acknowledging the loss of one of our great ones. Senator Edward Kennedy died last night in his home after a struggle with brain cancer at the age of 77. The roll he has played in writing the history of our politics is one your children should know. The good, the bad...all of it. His life played out like a mini-series and he was the perfect person to show the power of perseverance and in having a respectful relationship with those that would consider you a threat.
Senator Edward Kennedy is gone but, fortunately, a lot of what he worked hard for is still benefiting our way of life as we know it.