One of the things I absolutely LURVE about my framily and friends is that they appreciate traveling and somebody is always gone somewhere. LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT!
Shelly Bean is currently in Italy and Becca and G-Baby just returned from Puerto Rico. Last week I think I had people on the West Coast hitting up Vegas and Cali and somebody was posting pics from Myrtle Beach. My cousin was in Singapore and I was just smiling and smiling at all of the pictures they were posting.
What about you? What's the last PERSONAL trip YOU took? Did you do it alone? With your girlfriends? With your spouse, family, etc? What's the NEXT trip you have planned? Where are you going? Who ya rolling wit?
She gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving her laptop and phone at the table.
Another woman steals her laptop and phone.
When you're using your laptop or other thingamadoozy in a coffee shop and you have to use the bathroom...what do YOU do? Do you leave it and ask someone next to you to watch it? Or do you pack it all up and take it in the bathroom with you?
I first heard about Ms. Taylor the evening of her arrest. I was in Scottsdale and it was all over the local news. I watched the news teasers between commercials and then asked Mr. Google to tell me what was going on. I read what Mr. Google had to report and then waited on the news to, hopefully, shine a different light on the story.
I was wrong.
The news simply told what Mr. Google said and...being that it was the local news there was a...hmmmm...shall we say...TONE about the reporting that I didn't care for.
The next morning I was discussing it with a framily member and I was like...it's the most fugged up thing I've heard in a long time.
And we know that's not really true because I know you, along the rest of us...have read some seriously disturbing ish about kids in the past week or so.
So the basics are that Ms. Taylor and her two children are homeless and she's been out of work. She is looking for a job and got an interview. She didn't have child care however. She went to the interview and left her kids in her SUV. Reports are that she left the car in the sun. It's Arizona. There is always sun. What if the building didn't have a parking garage? Truth be told...I've never seen many parking garages in Arizona and...I would think that if you were desperate enough to leave your kids in the car...you'd want to leave them as close to the building you're going to be in as possible. Probably somewhere you thought you could peek out a window and still see.
She probably did crappy on the interview too. I mean..I can't imagine being on your interview A-game knowing that, out of sheer desperation, you left your babies alone in your car.
But you do what you have to do and you hope, wish and pray...you do well and return to your babies with a job in hand right? That big thing you need to survive. To provide.
So...she's arrested. Her kids taken. Her vehicle is probably impounded. And she's homeless. Fucking joy. Where is she supposed to get the money to get her car out of the impound when she gets out. She can't get a lawyer without money so it might be a while. Car is damn near as good as gone now hell. And now she's homeless, without transportation, in a city where you NEED TRANSPORTATION and she has to try and get her kids back.
I hate this shit and what it was telling me. What's it's BEEN telling me about the very real ish that is the world we live in.
So yeah...I tried to stay away from it because for every story like this one you hear...there are many more going on right now that you don't hear about because it hasn't made the news yet or you don't know someone who knows someone going through it.
People all over the world have sent in donations to help her out and it made my heart smile. I read this and it pretty much summed up where my uneasiness came from:
Some might see this arrest as exclusively a child neglect issue, which, I will confess, was my first instinct. But I would urge you to consider how this story underscores the desperate situations parents are forced into in this country, either by poverty, lack of affordable housing, single parenthood or some combination of the three. Not everyone can afford a babysitter, daycare or a nanny; America really is a nation of latchkey kids (or in this case, babies) being left by themselves while Mom or Dad work. There are larger issues at play here: between the cost of childcare in this country and the cost of housing, a lot of parents who want to work have to make difficult choices regarding their kids. And be honest: Shanesha Taylor certainly isn’t the only single parent who has left young children by themselves while she was trying to put food on the table. But Shanesha was doubly unfortunate enough to be homeless, so the young children were left alone in public, in her car, and she was caught. It’s a sucky situation all-around.
Poverty is the problem here; poverty is what led to Taylor’s criminal behavior. We shouldn’t judge Shanesha Taylor so harshly for not having any resources she could rely on. The types of punishment the government is pursuing — taking her kids away from her or putting her in jail — don’t address that lack of resources. Punishing her could actually strip her of even more future resources. Obviously I don’t think that babies should be left alone inside hot cars, but we need to have empathy for the complexities of this situation.
I'm still feeling some kinda way about this whole thing and sad way deep down you know? I'm curious as to your thoughts about it? When you first heard it...what did you think? How do you feel now? Anybody ever been hit hard while trying to better their situation? Who did you feel you could turn to for help?
I was talking to a young man who was mad about having to buy healthcare insurance. He was going IN! Says he hasn't been to the doctor in over three years so why should he HAVE to have insurance.
I asked him if he had insurance on his car and on his cellphone.
He said it's not the same thing.
I asked what does he think will happen if he left and got into a horrible accident in his insured car and he said he's sure he'd be taken to the emergency room.
Well...who's going to pay for that if you don't have insurance?
Him: But why does medical treatment cost so much? It shouldn't cost that much!
Me: But it does. That's not going to change while you're in the hospital having major surgery. Hopefully the doctors working on you have had the best education money can buy and they're using the best equipment money can buy and the nurses are stellar and the facility is top notch...you see where I'm going here.
Him: But that's a bit if. IF I get in an accident.
Me: Or IF you get cancer. I got cancer when I was in my early 20s. Thank God I had insurance back then or I'd certainly be dead.
Him: You had cancer?
Me: Yeah...but that's neither here nor there. If you got in a bad accident or got cancer or something else bad, the hospital social worker person would come to your room with a stack of papers and get you and your mother to fill them out so you can get some government assistance to help pay for your hospital bills. And you know who pays for that? Me. That guy over there. Probably that woman. Your teacher from grade school. Your mom who has worked her entire life. We pay for that with our taxes and honestly...we're sick of it. So...pay your own way and then your bitching about what the government makes you do might get more than an eyeroll from us. You probably pay more per month for your phone than you'd have to pay for insurance so I'm not even trying to hear it. Shit.
The deadline is today and I'm certain that young man didn't sign up. Do YOU know anyone mad about having to get insurance? Do you agree with them? If you don't have insurance...what's your plan in the event of an emergency?
I love good eating. I seriously do. On the top of my good eating list is a good, colorful and flavorful salad. Like...my salads be EPIC! People actually have salads here and ask me for the salad recipe. I'm like...honestly...I just threw together what I knew I liked and would taste good.
But now salad dressings that I can eat are hard to come by. My FAVORITE salad dressing isn't gluten-free so I had to make my own version of it:
Truth be told however...sometimes I'm just not in the mood for all of that. LOL!
I was in Whole Foods one day last week and a woman was sauteing fresh veggies with this sauce: Tessamae's Soy Ginger
After assuring me it was gluten-free, I tried some. And then I bought some. And the same veggies she was using. And I went home. And I was in SAUCE.HEAVEN!
And now...I own three different ones and shall be adding to that I'm sure.
I hate it when a man is uncomfortable with a woman, who is making a valid point in a calm and rational way, and tells her to calm down or take it down. She wasn't yelling. She wasn't throwing things. She was simply speaking her mind and disagreeing with the way they were reporting the "news."
My husband told me to "settle down" once and I lost it.
I don't normally have skin issues with my face unless something is out of whack big time. This winter was wreaking havoc and I had a couple of dry patches which freaked me out. I found my fingers constantly reaching for the patches and rubbing them. Like...I was unconsciously so curious about the touch and feel of them. I'd tried some new moisturizers that other friends shared they were using and something in them was far too strong for my skin and it got irritated.
I went in for a consultation for a facial and got far more information than I thought I needed and samples of VERY expensive products which smelled nice. Since I'm all weirded out about new stuff...I went to check out reviews and whatnot of the fancy, smancy products which would cost me about $260 to purchase.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS WEBSITE! I used the review search tool: Search Reviews
The super expensive products I was researching got a 'poor' review. Why? Because of the cost. Basically...I could get the same benefits from products FAR.LESS.EXPENSIVE. One of the brands suggested was CeraVe.
Shelly: That's what I use. My dermatologist told me to use it.
SIP: *BLINK* So um...erra...you been holding out on me?
Shelly: You ain't ask heffa!
SIP: (Note to self...cut her deep and for true next time.)
You said yourself...you forgave him once and here you are again. I didn't say much because well...I don't think you wanted me to say anything. So I just listened.
I just watched this video on VH1 Soul and the whole montage of Aretha's man taking the other woman and her kids out was just so jacked up...I thought of you. The words were more powerful than anything I could have ever said to you. So well...maybe give it a listen. Or not. Maybe you feel this way. Or you don't. Maybe you're tired. Or you're not.
Maybe your heart knows you can't be happy in this situation but maybe you keep letting your brain add up pros which aren't really pros at all.
Maybe...just maybe everyone who knows already knows that you're not going to do anything to change anything so they just wish you the best. In whatever way YOU think is best.
The Robinator both agreed that we didn't want to go out for dinner to celebrate our anniversary this year. I decided to cook us a special meal at home. I told him I'd cook whatever he wanted and he couldn't come up with one suggestion stating that it's always good so why does he have to pick something. Dude would just rather eat whatever is in front of him.
SIP: Imma remember that.
I gave him all sorts of suggestions from fancy seafood dishes to grilled lamb chops. He was like...it doesn't matter...but I don't want lobster or lamb chops.
Or shrimp. Seems like we've had a lot of shrimp lately.
Nothing with gravy.
That wild rice is good. Kinda. Maybe not.
It doesn't matter really. Whatever you decide is fine with me.
I still didn't know what I was going to make as I was roaming around the store and then...I decided on a brisket even though I knew I wasn't going to be able to marinate it overnight. I'd just told a Jewish friend the other day that I needed to buy a brisket before their Passover dinner because they buy up all the brisket and make the prices go up with supply/demand concept and whatnot. LOL! So...I found a nice 4lb brisket, rinsed it off well, seasoned it with fresh minced garlic, diced onion, fresh cracked pepper and a wee bit of cayenne pepper and put it fat side up in a shallow pan. Then...I added 2 cups of beef stock and covered it TIGHT with 'luminum ferl (aluminum foil) and let it cook without opening the oven on 350 degrees for a solid 3 hours.
Then I removed it and checked the temperature. It was at around 190 degrees which is what I was going for. Next...I sliced it and put it back in the pan making sure all the meat was covered with the au jus, covered it up again and let it go for 20 more minutes while I got the rest of the meal going.
I'm not going to tell you how good it was. I'm not going to tell you how good the house was smelling. I'm not even going to tell you about how there was some serious sopping up of au jus going on over here.
But I will tell you that I just had brisket and boiled eggs for breakfast.
And I slurped up the juice something ferocious.
When's the last time you cooked something SO.GOOD...you had some for breakfast the next morning?
You've always told your nephew that when the time comes, you'll help him buy his first car.
He just got his license.
You write him a check for $3,000 and hand it to your sister, explaining that he can only buy the car his mother approves of and once she has approved...she will guide him in buying the car.
A week later your nephew calls you enraged.
Your sister gave him her old car (probably worth about three grand) and used the $3k to put a down payment on a new car for her.
Yesterday was seriously THE.FUNNIEST.DAY I've had in a while. There were times when I laughed so hard I couldn't even talk. Who was I laughing at? Myself and my people who were laughing at me. T-Rhonda was in her office talking to me on the phone laughing so hard I just knew someone was going to pass by and close her office door. Just a mess!
As the day continued...it just got funnier and funnier. I imagined how people would react if they could just be a fly on the wall of my life with the people I love in it and I swear...I think we'd change the world for the better just by how much fun we have, how much we laugh and what we actually for real find interesting and talk about. The main culprit? My husband. He is seriously THE.FUNNIEST.MAN.ON.EARF.
And you'd also be surprised at just how many of us are nerdy as hell. Fascinated by the most interesting things, hitting up Mr. Google, sharing articles, pictures, hell...even full on scientific studies about some things. And the next minute? Something ridiculously ratchet.
In person conversations, email, messages, comments, texts, phone conversations, etc. We some funny people.
Are YOUR people funny too? Do you have more joyful interactions than not? When your people are laughing at you...can you laugh right along with them because you know good and well that ish is funny too?
If not...I sure hope so. It's healing in the best way possible. I promise.
Question...what was your LAST text message?
Mine? If a bear is on your flight, just give him some of your almonds and don't make any sudden movements.
I was sitting outside this morning and heard a sound from up top across from me. I looked up to find a mountain lion had decided to check out the view from up above. I got up slowly and backed the hell up letting myself out of the pool area quietly. When I hit the door to my building I RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN to my room and called the front desk alerting them. They were on it. I went to the gym so I could see if he was still there and he was. Chilling. Cleaning himself. On top of the thingy surrounding the pool. I'm still shaking and I may or may not need to change my underwear.
What are YOUR personal thoughts on marijuana as it relates to altering the brain negatively? Do you think it only happens when the drug is being abused? Do you think that the people who abuse it probably had issues which would have benefited from people with initials behind their name long before the marijuana abuse?
One of the letters is about a woman who moved in with her boyfriend and now the living situation has got to the point where she is calling it abuse. As the letter is printed, I do not see it as abuse but my wife does. I see it as a situation where she is in his house and he has a way of doing things and neither of them have adjusted to each other. I think she needs to sit down and talk to him about her concerns. She is stressed and probably does need to leave, though. What do you and your readers think?
My skin is already looking healthy and hydrated just from laying in the sun for a few hours. I totally missed the sun. Makes me happy, happy, soooooooooo happy! Can't WAIT to have this sun on my own deck at my own home!
On a scale of 1 - 10...how's your week been so far?