She kinda took her love of books and reading to a major level. LOL!
And we LURVED us some Ms. Gatz.
38 years later...and I still adore her and am still grateful for her friendship. There aren't many like her. She's TRULY a joy as a woman. Strong and AWESOME. Simply put...I love her.
I got to spend some time with her and other of my classmates from the 1rst grade this weekend and I thought about that saying my mother always said about being careful of anyone who has no old friends. Old friends know who you are. They've seen you through your highs and lows and TRULY know who you are. I'm blessed to say that I have many dear, dear old friends.
Do YOU still have any friends from grade school? Middle school? High school?
How long is your OLDEST friendship?
They removed it and she went home last week. She was such a strong baby during the process and stayed in good spirits surrounded by her family. At one point, there was a mini family reunion going on in the hospital filled with love and a praying, faith-filled family.
The pathology report just came back. Jilli had a malignant tumor.
Her parents are asking for her to be put on prayer lists far and wide. We call her Jilli, lovingly, but please ask God to heal her by her full name, Jillian-Rae Catherine Williams.
Our request is that this child be healed in the name of God.
"The Gulabi gang (from Hindi gulabi, "pink", transln. "pink gang") is a group of women vigilantes and activists originally from Banda in Bundelkhand district, Uttar Pradesh, India, but reported to be active across North India as of 2010. It is named after the pink saris worn by its members.
The gang was founded in 2006 by Sampat Pal Devi, a mother of five and former government health worker (anda former child bride), as a response to widespread domestic abuse and other violence against women. Gulabis visit abusive husbands and beat them up with laathis (bamboo sticks) unless they stop abusing their wives. In 2008, they stormed an electricity office in Banda district and forced officials to turn back the power they had cut in order to extract bribes. They have also stopped child marriages and protested dowry and female illiteracy."
After a couple of drinks recently...onefromphilly and I mused that we should start a business that dealt out well deserved azz whuppings.
Picture it...Sicily DC Metro, 2013. A womanizing man is tossed in the back of an unmarked van and beat within an inch of his life all the while an Elder is yelling at him to put his hand down, stop grabbing the belt and preached to about the errors of his ways. Or a teenager who thinks he/she knows everything stomped into a hole in the ground the size of a quarter. Or a simple azz woman doing simple azz ish slapped repeatedly after writing on the board 1,000 times, THOU SHALL NOT BE SIMPLE.
I think we'd be a million dollar company before the year end. 'Specially since we know where to get brass knuckle stun guns. Blast Knuckle Stun Gun 950K Volts w/ Holster - 1 YEAR WARRANTY
Anybody want to invest? Handle marketing? Volunteer to drive? Bleach the van interior down?
My cellphone is on silent overnight.
My heart stopped.
My ears started roaring.
I started shaking uncontrollably.
I called him and he answered.
Baby Brother: IT WAS A BUTT DIAL MONNIE! WHEN I SAW THAT I CALLED, I CALLED YOU BACK TO TELL YOU IT WAS A BUTT DIAL SO YOU DIDN'T GET WORRIED!!! I'M SORRY!!!!!!
And I tried to keep it all casual and cool but it was hard to cuz yeah...I immediately started thinking the worse. Nobody calls me that time of night unless tragedy has struck and I immediately started thinking tragedy.
Why do our minds do that? All in the span of a minute my heart was racing so fast it was crazy and it took me a minute before I was calm. I love my baby brother. If anything happened to him...man...I'd be done.
Good morning. Tell me something good.
Being from the South I've heard plenty of harsh advice. A lot of times I was dipped down in a hallway somewhere listening in on grown folks conversation that I didn't have any business listening to. Had I been caught...oh yeah...I would have been called a "fast tailed lil girl."
Which was the worst thing you could have been called in my world. Nobody wanted to be fast tailed. NOBODY!
I remember overhearing once that "too many women out there screwing for free."
Now...to a simple brain...that sounds like the woman speaking was advocating for women to be prostitutes. To someone who knew her...they knew EXACTLY where she was with that. Basically...she was saying that women need to understand the power they have and that there was no reason you should be with a man who can't do anything for you. See...they were quick to peep the lil boys who were sniffing up behind you and, if they didn't have potential...they didn't have nainh problem letting you know this.
Many of these circumstances still exist but I think we've gotten too PC to say them out loud I think. Sure...when you're with people you REALLY care for, you have no reason to not say these type of things because you're not trying to let your loved ones go out like that. I've had this conversation with lil cousins fo' sho. I was on the phone with one of my cousins recently and she reminded me of something I said to her over a decade ago. I'd forgotten it, of course, but she said she always stuck to that simplistic and harsh as hell view when making decisions with matters of the heart and well...it works and worked for her. YOU would probably be shocked to hear what it was I said to her because I'd never say it to anyone OTHER than someone who flat out knows that I love them unconditionally and would do anything for them. PERIOD. I doubt I'd EVER put in print what I told her but I meant it and told her because I love her.
Same as my Elders have done with me. They can say some offensive azz, ratchet azz sounding ish but you can't pretend they aren't right. You might be hurt and mad cuz they DARED say some ish to you like that but trust...if you tried to go at them they'd be like...
"And who the hell are you that I have to watch my mouth before telling you something? I'm YOUR Uncle/Aunt/Grandmother/Mother/Father/Sister/Brother/Cousin. I want the best for you and don't give a damn how you feel if I know you're out there fucking up and you need to do better. Sitcho' lil azz down somewhere and listen. Bruised feelings ain't got shit on having a fucked up life cuz you thought you knew every damn thing. Take stock is what you need to do. Take stock and change some thangs cuz if you don't...shit is going to stay the same. I don't want my blood to be struggling for dumb azz reasons. Now go in there and bring me a cold glass of water and bet not be no Ceily shit floating in it either!"
And that's that.
Are we too PC with young adults and adults when it comes to checking their ish these days? Do you often find yourself not getting involved and not saying anything because you don't want to say the wrong thing knowing they will focus on the wrong shit? Or do you say it anyway not giving a damn?
I have had the most amazing birthday today. From the moment I opened my eyes until now...it's been COLOSSAL (way better than epic)!
And now...the Ravens are about to play the first game of the season and, while I'm not a football fan...I'm a Boobie fan BIG.TIME. I want him to win and stomp up on some folks to show them he means business. He deserves every opportunity to show the world just how much he loves doing what he does. I'm so proud of him and the family man he is.
I hope they win tonight but if they don't...no biggie. #FRAMILYFIRST
Have you ever had to live wth a family or friend since you've been an adult?
How long did you stay?
Did they charge you money?
Did it end well?
Do you leave when you said you'd leave?
I did a lot of unfriending on FB since Saturday. I was slicing folks left and right.
No tears for thugs? DELETE.
Using that word I DESPISE? DELETE.
Talking about rioting and the revolution? DELETE.
I didn't want to hear shit.
One young man used the word I despise twice. All caps. He was mad and calling for folks to rise up and get mad.
If my mommy was alive I'd probably have picked her up from the airport 'round 'bout Tuesday. She'd be all excited and jittery about coming and she'd be in new stuff from head-to-toe in that simple, country folk way she had about her. See...when she was going somewhere she considered "big time" she believed in wearing all new stuff. If it was just jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt I bet it was brand spanking new right down to her sneakers cuz baaaaaaaby...coming to visit her only baby girl and son-in-law all the way up in the DC area on a plane was BIG.TIME.
I was rocking a tunic with jeans and the date of a male friend asked me why was I wearing a tunic because it did nothing for me. She then went on to tell me that with my body, I could wear pretty much anything I wanted to since I didn't have to hide anything. According to her...what's the use in being in shape if all you're going to do is cover it up.
I stopped talking.
My friend, her date, sent me a text which said: THANK YOU FOR NOT BLASTING HER CRAZY AZZ. YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. I PROMISE.
I looked down at the text and then back up again.
Still not amused.
I responded to the text with: OKAY
We never spoke of it again and I never heard her name again.
I just thought about that.
I didn't say anything because I respect and love my friend and didn't want to put him in an awkward position. I seriously thought about what it said about their relationship that she didn't think the same.
It made me think about the fact that, new people come and go...old friends generally stay the same. I doubt if she ever even considered her behavior as inappropriate. Like...I didn't tag her azz out of respect for him and knows me well enough to know that's the ONLY reason I didn't tell her azz to go play in traffic.
People play too much.
When you don't care for a friend of a friend (date) do you say anything or do you keep it on the low-low?
I have a friend who has a new friend. They haven't known each other for even 6 months yet. The new friend is not from the area they currently live and they think my friend is pretty cool.
Because she is.
The new friend is a gay male. That's important for you to know cuz you'll end up wondering once you hear about how much he whines to a woman he's not dating.
I love my Shelly Bean dearly.
Even when we're beefing and have broken friendship for a minute I truly, truly love her. I'm hoping we never break up again because I realize how much of an amazing part of my life she truly is. She's the ying to my yang and simply put...I adore her cockeyed azz.
Last night she asked me to buy her a Porsche Cayenne for Christmas and well...I told her why wait? I'll get her one tomorrow. Why? Yall should know it's because of this: http://youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ
I'm going to take some credit for my best guy friends being awesome husbands. I know when we were all young adults and single...I never let them treat women like crap. If they were misguided by some stupid man speak nonsense...I always corrected them...FIRMLY.
And still do.
And always will.
Because I love them and want them to have a good life.
Happy wife...happy life.
Do you have guy friends you do /did the same for?
I adore Royce's Daughter. She's one of the people I always say I need to spend more time with. She's always so joyful and lovely and always has a smile going. She's smart, fun and funny and has a heart of gold.
Well...she's leaving us for Cali and we couldn't be more happy for her even as we're sad she's going.
Here's the thing about RD...she wanted a change and always thought California would be a good place for her and well, it is. She's a Cali kinda girl even as she's been on the East Coast all of her life. She didn't just jump up and roll out...she wrote it down and made it happen.
She didn't HAVE to move and she wanted to do it the right way, of course. She started applying for jobs and would go out for interviews and voila...she was offered the perfect position for her. She's moving in the most responsible way and for the best reasons I've ever known of from a person and we're so, so very proud of her.
My advice to her when she stated her fears of leaving her comfort zone was simple..."You can always come back home."
Good luck and I'll see you on the West coast soon! LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. That's a dress from my closet that I've never rocked. One down...more to go. SO THERE ERICA B! LOLOLOLOL!
If your morning didn't start off with a delivery of a Gluten-Free Red Velvet Cheesecake from Q's Cakes...I am TOTALLY better than you!
SIP: OH.MY.GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELICIOUS THIS TASTES!!!!!!!!!!!
We were sitting around after the main crowd of people left. We'd cleaned up pretty well and were pretty much just chilling. At one point we looked around the table and pretty much just started counting our blessings. You know...just grateful that we were all doing so well. Around this table were executives with entrepreneurial spirit. From the friend who is pretty high up the food chain in the oil industry and who boils crawfish on the side for parties, to the friends who were deep in corporate America and getting their own startup off the ground and to me...a filmmaker.
We talked about challenges we'd faced and continue to face and we bounced a lot of stuff off each other as well got advice from each other regarding taxes, investments, etc. We pondered if we ever thought, back in the day in the Quad, if we'd all still be together following our dreams, helping each other, being the village we all are as it relates to family and kids, etc.
The answer was pretty much...yeah...we knew. We all knew we had a pretty unshakable bond.
A couple of months ago Shelly Bean queried out loud that she was trying to figure out to do with Coley for Spring Break. She just started a new job so she couldn't take the week off to do stuff with him and neither could her parents. Spring Break camp was a possibility, of course, but honestly...that was gonna cost a grip for the week. I told her that if she couldn't find anything she wanted to do...she could send him here and I'd make sure he had a good time, of course, and she'd get a mommy break for a week.
Before I got off the phone good...his itinerary was in my inbox.
COLE'S COMING! LOL!
Yesterday was our Anniversary and Robby and I were sitting around talking about our blessings. Our village / tribe was certainly way up high on the list. We knew that should we need help with anything, we've surrounded ourselves with smart, resourceful, connected people and we've all grown together with love, respect and trust. I thought about the myriad of options all of these kids we have in our village / tribe have because of all of the connections their family and framily have and I recognize the possibilities are endless for them. I know for sure, if one of these kids say they want to be a filmmaker...they are going to start IMMEDIATELY growing in that area cuz their T-Monnie will put it right up in front of them. We discussed how cool it was that Shelly could send Coley here because she has options and is financially stable but...in the event she couldn't afford to send him and still needed help...we'd have done what was needed in order to make sure she still had options.
Cuz that's how we get down.
Shelly: How much money do I need to send with Cole?
SIP: *RADIO.SILENCE* *HARD.STARE*
I know someone who had to back up off a friend because the friend was single and dating. Well...the friend was a very attractive woman who attracted lots of male attention but, for whatever reason, the friend was never in a relationship. The friend always wished it would work out with Guy A or Guy B but it hadn't and the person I know got tired of the friend always bringing a new man around her children. She didn't know how to ask her friend to come to things alone and it ended up becoming an issue with her husband. In the end...her husband ended up telling her that he wasn't comfortable with his daughter seeing her with so many different men (and keep in mind...it may have only been 3 or 4 different guys per year) and it wasn't up for debate. Until she was dating someone she had a commitment with, he'd prefer her to not bring anyone over to their home.
And it didn't go over all that well.
I thought about that thinking to myself that hey...that's kinda unfair if she's single and dating and WANTS a relationship but then I guess I started looking at it from a parent's point of view and well...I guess I got it. He wanted to make sure his children's village was strong and that they saw the most positive images whenever possible. She's a good person and she is more than welcome to come over...she just can't bring over Chuck, Jack or Shawn.
I get that.
All this rambling is basically to say that I guess it's pretty important who's in your Tribe / Village and a lot of people recognize that. What do YOU think? Do you have a Tribe / Village or do you pretty much keep it immediate family only? Do you think YOU'D ever ask a friend to stop bringing casual dates around your children?
Nothing starts my day off better than waking up to an overnight text of a dear friend getting engaged! I just LOVE LOVE! We met Tee's beau for Thanksgiving this year and adored him instantly! He truly cherishes her and it made us so happy to see her well taken care of. AND HE HAS EXCELLENT TASTE IN BLING!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOO! LOVE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND A JEWELRY STORE! LOL!
This is truly a full circle moment for her. I'm so very, very proud and happy!
Yes...I said coversating. Leemelone.
SIP: She also said "leemelone."
I was on the phone conversating with someone I don't speak to often recently. She'd watch "The Coalition" and called to tell me how much she enjoyed it. We're friends on Facebook so she'd taken an opportunity to look through some of my pictures and commented on how I look at age 43. Basically...she thinks I look really good for my age and stated she wished she could look the same.
Her: But I can't be eating bird seeds like you do. *Giggle.Giggle*
We are currently in Mississippi putting Robby's Grandmommy to rest. She left us on Tuesday, January 8th and she left a sudden void with all those who loved her and were blessed to have her love.
When the call came, my darling, sweet, loving husband broke down. He was so shattered...it cut me to my core. I would have done anything...and I mean ANYTHING to have him not hurt as much as he was hurting. As I held him while the pain wracked through his body...I rocked him and prayed for God to send him visions of better, happier times to get him to the other side of his grief.
Within a couple of hours we were on our way to the airport so he could get home to see about his mommy, who'd spent the previous day shopping with HER mommy...who'd left us that morning.
I couldn't catch that flight with him because I needed to make arrangements for Lucy but my heart was heavy as I kissed him and hugged him tight through his tears and I watched him walk into the airport to go home to a new tapestry...one which no longer included hugs, kisses and long talks with his Grandmommy although many lovely memories will always remain.
He was so hurt. My baby...he was so, so hurt.
My Grandmommy-in-law's obituary contains the following:
She loved the outdoors and being able to enjoy a great sunny day. While she didn’t like to travel, she was always up on current events and knew what was going on in the world. She was always looking out for the neighbors and family in the community. She had a great sense of humor and loved to laugh at the everyday things in life. She never missed a phone call and was always a pillar of strength to her children and taught us to appreciate hard work. She lived a much uncomplicated life in a very complicated time. She loved listening to gospel music and reading her Bible. She liked things simple and tried to live her life that way as much as possible. She enjoyed visits from many family members and friends. She was married for 42 years when her husband passed away in 1989.
And that...is how I knew her as well. The first time I met her...she hugged me tight and kissed me right above my jawline softly. She was warm and soft with the loveliest sense of humor. The most important thing to her was that her family was happy and healthy. She knew how to LOVE.
As you're reading this...we are getting ready to go lay her to rest with honor, dignity and, above all else, love. Her memory will always remind us to be kind and nurturing. Her legacy to us will be to strive to be the person who brings out the best in others.
As you're reading this...I hope you're smiling and not sad for her family. She wouldn't want that. She'd want you to have a "good old time" and smile. She'd want your life to be of comfort and of purpose.
Thank you for reading this. My husband thanks you as well.
I was out and about in the world surrounded by framily, friends and colleagues on set last summer. I rounded the corner and saw someone I love looking VERY distressed and on the phone. I knew they'd recently had a difficult breakup which was taking a toll on their spirit and I made sure they saw me see them.
I crooked my finger.
When the person got off the phone they sought me out and I asked was everything okay.
Framily: That was _____, my ex.
Apparently, the ex had sent my friend a text basically stating they wished the CURRENT person the ex was dating...was like my friend.
So I'm standing there with my lips perched.
SIP: And then they called you?
Framily: No...I called them.
And while standing there...my friend's phone rang and they looked down to see it was the ex calling back. My friend was looking so defeated and I told them to send the call to voicemail.
Then...I held out my hand and asked for the phone.
The friend gave it to me and I put it on silent and then put it in my pocket.
SIP: That was a shitty thing for _____ to do. It's pretty gotdamn fugged up actually. Good people don't do ish like that and you shouldn't deal with a piece of shit azz person.
And we kept working.
When we were finished that long, long day...I gave the friend back their phone.
We never spoke of it again.
We were somewhere else recently and the framily member was back in stride. We were sitting with two other framily/friends and the friend brought up the time I took their phone from them and why. Said it saved them from making a stoopit, stoopit mistake that night and that they were able to focus and get genuinely mad at the ex for trying to go there with them. I was very surprised that the friend brought it up around other people and I smiled thinking the friend had healed well from that tragic shit and I was glad I was able to help in such a small way.
SIP can be right sometimes. LOL!
Have YOU ever had to take unorthodox methods to help someone not make a stoopit mistake? Did it work?
I was reading the comments just now about people staying home if they don't have money.
I kinda get this.
And I kinda have another spin on it...for me and mineZ.
We entertain our family, framily and friends at our home A LOT! Pretty much every holiday will find something going on at 13700. We get to hang with our people, make sure everyone is okay, laugh and have a good time. They always ask if they can bring something and, if we need something, I absolutely tell them what I need but they know they dont' have to because we always have plenty and then some. Like...we FORCE folks to take EVERY.SINGLE.BIT of food left with them so I don't have to look at or deal with it.
We have the type of friendships where everyone is well aware when someone is going through something and I'm starting to realize that it's because we TRULY consider each other friends who are more like family (FRAMILY) and have no problem sharing with people who they know love them, support them and have their best interests at heart.
I would feel like shit if I found out someone in our inner circle felt like they couldn't come kick it with us because their money is funny. Hell...we've given gas money to folks before just so they can make it out to 13700 and back. Why? Cuz depression is real and it can take it out of you and being around people who make you feel good can give you a charge that is unmeasurable.
PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE.
And I want to make sure that we all continue to have that.
NOW...THAT SAID...if you show up to a dinner at a restaurant and didn't let somebody know prior to going that your money was funny and you needed some help...you might get cussed out later on by some of OUR framily. All you gotta do is open your mouth and we will work it out. We all have each others numbers, emails, facebooks, etc. You better say something to somebody. Simple. I know for a FACT that, in the past, we've changed restaurants at the last minute in order to accommodate everyone's budget. We recognize everybody's money is different and we're good.
That's all I wanted to say. In my circle we do more than enough to make sure everyone gets to kick it no matter what their money is like. We seriously just like each other enough to want to spend time with each other if it's at the house, at lunch or on a beach in Miami.
I hope yall having game parties where people can show up with a 6 pack and some dip and have the time of their life around friends. Or movie night. Or wine and cheese. Or hell...going for a hike or coffee or something.
PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE.
We feed off the energy we create being with those we enjoy being around.
SIP: Oh...and I ever show up somewhere without any money and none of my people hook a sister up...Imma toss all their purses and wallets in a corner and set that corner on fire.
Everyone was amazed at the response of the audience to our film. I was nervous, of course, but that's because we've worked on this SO.HARD. I knew that if people saw it...they'd love it.
And yall know I like to go out with a bang.
So yeah...we wanted to straight up sell out at both shows. In order to do this, I asked family, framily and friends who were attending if they'd mind helping us get the word out and baaaaby! They showed up and showed OUT!
As soon as folks hit Miami they hit me up to find out where we were. They came got a t-shirt and bags of flyers, water bottles, silicone bracelets, etc. and hit the streets telling everyone about our movie and letting them know when our screening times were and shortly thereafter I saw pretty much every person walking around with SOMETHING from Team Sizzle.
And the buzz grew.
Before long...it was all everyone was talking about. Going to see "The Coalition." They had folks out there scanning the QR Code for the trailer, telling them who the actors were, the synopsis of the film. Like...they REALLY showed out. It got to the point where you'd walk up on someone and they'd say..."I've heard about "The Coalition" and I DEFINITELY plan on seeing it." before we even said anything because someone else had gotten to them earlier.
Last I counted...we had about 30 people rocking and rolling on our behalf.
A friend called me yesterday in the midst of the madness I had ongoing and wanted to ask me how I was able to get so many people out there on the ground putting the word out. My answer? I just asked them and they came. They didn't get paid. They just care about me enough to show up because they know I'd do the same.
I am so blessed that my framily is my FRAMILY for real.
My only regret was that I didn't get an opportunity to spend as much time with them as I'd wanted to, but for me it was a work trip and I had a few things on my list that I wanted to cross off so I did what I needed to do in order to do them. They, however, had a blast without me and I am so grateful everyone got along so well and had so much fun.
If it's true you judge a person by their framily...well...King Kong ain't got nuttin on me!
Thank you to my family, framily and friends who came out and supported us. I can't put into words just how very much it meant to me. YALL ROCK!
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You and your best friend IM pretty much throughout the day at work.
You're both VERY conservative at the office but yall cut the fool outside of work.
When you get to the office you see your best friend has already logged on and you send a message as one would only send to their best friend.
They don't respond for hours but no biggie...that's how yall get down.
You go into your meeting where you're giving a presentation to your department.
Your computer is hooked to the projector.
In the middle of your presentation your best friend responds to your IM from earlier which you'd X'd out of but forgot to LOG out of.
Don't make me fuck you up.
How do you handle?
I have an AMAZING group of framily and friends. Everyone gets together and has a good time sharing their opinions on life and whatnot while eating and drinking something FABULOUS. No one worries about how someone is looking at them or if someone is taking their "shine" cuz we already know we're all stars in our own way from homemaker stars to doctor/lawyer stars.
We got this.
Because of my relationship with my friends I don't necessarily have to do too, too much with "new" people and, I guess, I've gotten kinda soft.
I'm used to paying the Cute Girl Tax in life and, at age 42, I'm pretty good at recognizing it even as it still makes me sad. See...when I go somewhere...I just want to have a good time. I don't need folks tripping or thinking I'm a threat in any way cuz seriously...I'm just here to have a good time.
Recently I walked into an event with a bunch of people I know and more than a few I didn't know. One woman reacted to me, INSTANTLY, pretty negatively. Like...from the moment I stepped foot into the function, I became her competition. And baaaaaaaaby...I ain't nobody's competition. I have a husband at home whom I love dearly and who loves me. Ain't shit up in here you want that I might want too and it's just that simple. I've looked as I do for a while and it ain't changing anytime soon.
But then it got to be way petty. She started asking simple azz insecure azz questions and I had to pretend I wasn't BORED.TO.DEATH with the same old same old so I didn't offend my hostess because I hold her near and dear.
What do you do?
How long have you known...?
Where do you live?
Trying to stack her chips up against mine.
Back when I was younger I would have baited her azz and batted her around like a cat does a ball of yarn but now, in 2012, when I've seen so much that really makes me unhappy with the state of people's happiness...I didn't react and became as pleasant as possible.
Cuz I knew that ain't had ish to do with me.
I've since learned that the insecurity didn't stop with my departure and it really makes me weary.
The thing I came away from more than anything however? How blessed I am to have a circle of framily and friends who DON'T do this. Like...apparently that ish is RARE.
That said, I'd like to thank my circle of framily and friends for being so damn awesome. I can honestly say that anyone I've invited around you guys have always come away with nothing but the most awesome of things to say about yall and, any jealously displayed, was simply cuz they weren't your framily.
And then I see yall as "friends" on Facebook.
When's the last time you dealt with some silly high school shit from a grown azz woman? How'd you react? Were you able to keep it cool and just observe or did you give in to being a bit catty?
The older you get...you read more and grow more.
You have a best friend who reads as well...but not the same kinds of stuff or at the same level as you.
Over the years, you've realized that their belief system and your belief system are so vastly apart...you can't disucss anything with them other than surface things.
This bothers you but you can deal with it since they live very far away from you.
A life changing even happens and you have to move back home in order to help with a family situation.
You're beginning to see the friend more and more often.
The friend is VERY vocal about their beliefs and value system.
I'm talking serious right-winging it here.
How would YOU handle?
How do you perserve the friendship?
Would you even worry about perserving it?
This is Uncle Billy.
He was Uncle Billy to soooooooooo many.
If you were blessed enough to meet him...you'd look forward to seeing him again.
He was truly the loveliest person. Fun, funny, helpful, accomodating. Uncle Billy was the guy who made sure everyone was having a good time. Uncle Billy was the guy who, if you needed something...would help you until there was a solution.
Uncle Billy was a charming, charming gentleman.
Yesterday, Uncle Billy died.
His heart gave out.
He was only 50 years old and he looked the picture of health.
I saw him Saturday and got my hugs and kisses. Had a good laugh with him, of course, because being around him was always a good time.
And now he's gone and I can't believe it.
He was so vibrant.
He is going to be missed by every.single.person who knew him.
So...I had a conversation yesterday about the money lending scenario. The people I was talking to stated they would have immediately asked, when the person asked for the $200, what the money was for. Not in an intrusive kinda way, mind you, but out of concern.
Friend: I'm really sorry to have to ask you this but I need to borrow $200.
Other Friend: Is everything okay? Is there anything else I can do to help?
Hearing it from that perspective was cool cuz, if the friend was someone I knew pretty well to be prideful and private about their finances, but who didn't start OFF the question with telling me what they needed...I wouldn't have asked any questions other than could I give them a check or did they need cash.
Some people don't just ask folks for stuff you know? And I would do that out of respect. I mean...I've been known to stop someone and tell them "I don't wanna know." while I'm giving them what they ask for. I just don't feel like I need to know everything I guess. I mean...if it's someone that I TRUST.
But I thunk on the perspectives of the people I was discussing it with and well...I guess I can see how that would be a natural line of questioning for some people.
But I still wouldn't ask cuz I figure if they wanted me to know...they woulda told me from jump.
Yesterday, after school, Cole revealed his plans for Shelly's birthday.
I knew it was going to be delightful by the sound of Shelly's voice as she was telling me.
Cole never, ever, EVER gets to have sugary cereal so in his mind...they are obviously the BEST.THING.EVER!
So he figured he'd make her a breakfast of Apple Jacks this morning to celebrate her birthday. (Yes...he got to have some too, of course.)
For dinner tonight she'll get anything she wants that comes out of a can. He was VERY 'pacific. I love how he keeps expectations where they should be you know? Like...that kid was thinking. He was like...I don't want her to get it too twisted...I am only 7.
Oh...and she can have corn.
When I called this morning to sing to her she told me the other part of her FABULOUS breakfast! She got to eat it with the Buzz Lightyear spoon. I mean sure...it took her much longer because it's a really small spoon which only fits one circle of sugary goodness per scoop...but it made the special mommy breakfast that much more memorable.
COLE BRINGS ME LEVELS OF JOY WHICH ARE LIFE SOARING! ROFL!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHELLY BEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SISTER I FIGHT WITH CONSTANTLY! LOL!