You ever just get tired....like you don't want to be bothered you don't want to do nothing you don't want to see nothing...you just want to go home and just sit and be still...you ever feel like that?
Or like man I thought I had no life, but then EVERY time you turn around you are going here or there, this meeting, that meeting...this cookout...
oh, I am co-hosting a cookout on the 19th? You were serious, I thought you was playing...Oh, OK...that's fine...
Oh, you mean I have a meeting, a graduation cookout, birthday party/seafood feast, and poetry reading/open mic night to attend ALL on THIS Saturday, the 12th...Oh, O K
Dag on...when I am I going to get to time to clean and wash clothes...maybe I can do that tomorrow night...I want to go home and go to bed, but I can't I have some evaluation materials that I have to finish for Kiamsha...
I need gas....that's going to blow me YET again...that dag on TRUCK...I need a little 85 Nova or something to just go to and from in during the week...
I really want to move to Atlanta...I wonder what that experience would be like...
I have been looking at numbers all day, and they still aren't making sense...
Why was I so hungry this morning...I had cereal, two boiled eggs, a banana, a orange AND a omelet on a croissant...GEEZE that was a lot...I mean that's over the course of like 3.5 hours but dag on...
Man I am broke...being broke ain't no joke....I need to make a monthly budget and stick to it...I have Kiamsha on Mondays...Bible Study on Wednesdays...maybe I can get me a part-time joint to work tues/thrus/fri/sat...I can't do Sundays I need to do church and rest...
speaking of church it will probably be OFF THE CHAIN on Sunday...dag that means I need to wash...I can't get out of washing...yeah looks like I will have to do that tomorrow night...no hanging out for me...yeah I am tired I needs to chill....
why is my desk so messy...crap everywhere...I need to get it together...
I go see Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, and Queen Latifah next Wednesday...Sugar Water Festival...that will be dope....should I get my hair done for that or just wait until Thursday...yeah I'll wait so it can be fresh for the cookout...
I got Vonage phone service today...that should be a good look, and help cut down on monthly bills...man bills...maybe that's where ALL of my frustration is coming from today...
Bills, Bills, Bills....UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
So today I will say that: Adulthood sucks!
I WILL get over it...but that's just how I am feeling today....
So many important things to talk about...new terrorist threats...cheating...love...religion....but I don't even want to talk about it...why did I watch the news this morning? Ever since I watched it (which I don't do because I always get depressed thinking about life and all of the drama that is going on in the world...its just really sad to me...) and saw the headlines...man I have been messed up...THAT ON TOP of just every day life...
Yeah today isn't a good day...today doesn't have a good look....
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Everytime Tha Beat Drop
So Monica is finally about to drop another album next month...
and her FIRST single has just been released...
Its entitled: "Everytime Tha Beat Drop" Fet. Dem Franchize Boyz...
Now I must admit, I love Monica...I have loved her since them "Its just one 'em days" days....She made a HELLA come back with "So Gone" and you know is doing it up...
Now this joint WILL bump in the club NO doubt about it...the beat is nice, it has a nice hook to it...and it goes with the "DURRTY South Takeover" that has been going on for the past what 2-3 years in Hip Hop right????
Right...
But for me, I am hoping that there is much more to her album than just this type of stuff...Monica is pretty versatile so I think it will be alright...
Her looks in this video are pretty hot as well (she has a pretty good styling team I think....she always looks "IN" but with a Monica twist if that makes sense) the ONLY look that needed to NOT be in is with her in the pink and that pony tail and black ban...NO honey HATED IT...but other than that I think she looks GREAT...and that's after how many kids? Geeze
But I guess my question is WHY is it that she (and many other artists such as Cheri Dennis) don't get the promotion that they so deserve...Why is it that "by chance" I was on the yahoo music page and decided to look at it today instead of going straight to my radio station and saw this...other wise I would have never known to research the fact that her album comes out NEXT MONTH 9/26/06
I mean I stay up on music...maybe I am just slipping...anyways...Make sure to check her out and maybe cop that disc
and her FIRST single has just been released...
Its entitled: "Everytime Tha Beat Drop" Fet. Dem Franchize Boyz...
Now I must admit, I love Monica...I have loved her since them "Its just one 'em days" days....She made a HELLA come back with "So Gone" and you know is doing it up...
Now this joint WILL bump in the club NO doubt about it...the beat is nice, it has a nice hook to it...and it goes with the "DURRTY South Takeover" that has been going on for the past what 2-3 years in Hip Hop right????
Right...
But for me, I am hoping that there is much more to her album than just this type of stuff...Monica is pretty versatile so I think it will be alright...
Her looks in this video are pretty hot as well (she has a pretty good styling team I think....she always looks "IN" but with a Monica twist if that makes sense) the ONLY look that needed to NOT be in is with her in the pink and that pony tail and black ban...NO honey HATED IT...but other than that I think she looks GREAT...and that's after how many kids? Geeze
But I guess my question is WHY is it that she (and many other artists such as Cheri Dennis) don't get the promotion that they so deserve...Why is it that "by chance" I was on the yahoo music page and decided to look at it today instead of going straight to my radio station and saw this...other wise I would have never known to research the fact that her album comes out NEXT MONTH 9/26/06
I mean I stay up on music...maybe I am just slipping...anyways...Make sure to check her out and maybe cop that disc
Comedy
So I love to laugh...I mean I just love to laugh and joke...
So yesterday me and my buddy LC decided that we were going to do the movie and dinner thing....it was really cute...but the thing is...He and I both really enjoy STUPID comedy...you know like
Napoleon Dynamite
Old School
Big Daddy...
The 40 Year Old Virgin
Stuff like that....
So yesterday we went to see....YES you guessed it
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.
Man I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time...I will definitely be buying this when it comes out on DVD (and I don't buy DVDs that's not my thing)...I had a ball...and the BEST part about it was the fact that I could laugh and be stupid and just be myself...
I can't help it, I just like this type of stuff....
So I must say that yesterday was a nice comical rap up to a good weekend...
So yesterday me and my buddy LC decided that we were going to do the movie and dinner thing....it was really cute...but the thing is...He and I both really enjoy STUPID comedy...you know like
Napoleon Dynamite
Old School
Big Daddy...
The 40 Year Old Virgin
Stuff like that....
So yesterday we went to see....YES you guessed it
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.
Man I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time...I will definitely be buying this when it comes out on DVD (and I don't buy DVDs that's not my thing)...I had a ball...and the BEST part about it was the fact that I could laugh and be stupid and just be myself...
I can't help it, I just like this type of stuff....
So I must say that yesterday was a nice comical rap up to a good weekend...
Saturday, August 05, 2006
When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts
Hopefully folks will check out this documentary....
I know I will...
In the meantime check out this interesting article from the New York Times
August 3, 2006
Agony of New Orleans, Through Spike Lee’s Eyes
By FELICIA R. LEE
I know I will...
In the meantime check out this interesting article from the New York Times
August 3, 2006
Agony of New Orleans, Through Spike Lee’s Eyes
By FELICIA R. LEE
Friday, August 04, 2006
Is it really their fault or is it ours?
NOTE: So based on my previous posts I have gotten a lot of comments...so much so that based on the last one, I started writing this....
"But, I don't want to put all the blame on the police because their parents contribute to this behavior early on as well."
EXACTLY!
That's my point...everyone wants to put it on the police and society and the media...TO ME, and this is my own personal opinion, we shift too much blame over to that side....NO, Where is the Family, WHERE are the PARENTS, why aren't they held accountable....WHERE is the neighborhoods...
I don't know about anybody else, but when I was coming up...I had a neighbor across the street, behind me, up the street and up the Drive, that IF they saw me doing ANYTHING out of order would tell my parents...I KNEW to stay in line because I KNEW someone was ALWAYS watching me...My parents didn't except bad grades, that wasn't an option in my house, a C, Puh Leeze...not in THEIR HOUSE...I wasn't out at all hours during the school year, I wasn't out all hours doing the summer...I was ALWAYS busy doing constructive things to better myself...
College wasn't an issue because it wasn't an option NOT to go...MY parents spent time with me, they talked to me...I was in church in activities...I knew that they believed in me and expected GREAT things from me...I was taught that I could do anything I put my mind to...
Children are NOT being taught that anymore...they aren't being made to do good, made to do right...they don't value education...they don't value themselves....
People want to say "its the music" "its the videos" "the media" I didn't have cable in MY house...I didn't watch videos unless I was at a friends house on the weekend, speaking of which my mother KNEW ALL of my friends, their parents, where they lived, what they were about all of that...
It was four of us that ran together in high school..and all of our parents knew the other...wasn't no I am going over x,y,z house and my mother didn't know...she wasn't having that...
I feared my parents, I respected my parents, because I knew that they loved me...
These kids don't feel loved, they don't feel cared for, they don't feel believed in...
Like I said before, it STARTS at home...
its NOT the world's responsibility to raise my child its MINES...
I was at a parent rally not to long ago and one of the fathers actually stood up and asked me why is it that these young girls get pregnant and its nothing to them, just having babies with no daddies...and I replied to him its deeper than that...little boys and little girls are being raised by women and it did NOT start with OUR generation it started with our parents, our fathers weren't there to guide to discipline to mold it was left up to the mothers...and there are just certain things that a mother can NOT instill in a little boy or girl...for example with a daughter...seeing how a man should love and treat a woman (now we know that ALL two parent homes are the best thing since sliced bread...because there are just family issues...) but she didn't see that she was raised by her mother and she figures she can do it by herself too
Now I am paraphrasing because it was so long ago, but the point is that children imitate what they see the good and the bad...and it all starts FIRST at home...
Now, I am not saying that EVERY child can be saved, because some simply can't...there are deeper emotional and psychological issues at hand sometimes and the child no longer just needs the VILLAGE but professional help...and at that point you recommend it and you keep moving...
But I still believe and feel as a whole we aren't doing enough...everybody has this me, me, me...attitude...or its not happening on my street, on my block, in my house....but how many times have we seen a child commit suicide or get arrested for doing drugs and the parents are on tv like "I can't believe little Tiffani did that...she never showed any signs"
BULL...if you were paying attention to your child you see the signs, you just chose NOT to see the signs...
I can have a bad day, and call my father and he will KNOW just by the tone in my voice something is wrong...you know why? Because he knows his child...why does he know his child because he made TIME to know his child...
I wasn't the most stylish kid in school, I didn't have the brand new ride...but my parents did more than just provide for me and give me more than what they had as kids...they gave me love accompanied by some good old fashion discipline...that's what they did....they taught me how to believe in myself, and put me in things that I showed an interest in (not stuff that they wanted me to do so that they can live out their children dreams through me....) I took dance, played the saxophone (BADLY I might add), did theater one some, and when I found Kiamsha they made sure I made it there to EVERY meeting because they knew I loved it...
They placed me in positive things and around positive people that they KNEW would reinforce their own values and beliefs so that when I couldn't or just didn't go to them with an issue I could go to Mrs. C or Mrs. J or Mrs. D...people I can still lean on to THIS day if I need to...
So to conclude this long rant about OUR kids (again, we need to get out of "dag that little boy is bad I wonder who is mother is" and get back to "little boy stop yell and cursing and acting like a fool on this train...I know I know"...they are crazy, but we need to start somewhere...)and the future of our kids...
Its up to us....we need to bring back the basics...STOP trying to be your kids best friend...you are the parent SO WHAT if they don't like you, who cares...yo mama didn't like you either...but she loved you...that's what's most important...If my kid isn't doing what he/she needs to do in school, around the house...Puh Leeze you gets NOTHING...that's right NOTHING, no PsP, no iPod, no Jordans...you gets the basics and the basics I can get that from Wal-Mart...
Make our kids earn their stuff...let's get back to chores, and having to have good grades, and working at McDonald's to learn the value of a dollar...stop letting them just chill in house and play video games (there is nothing wrong with this, but ALL the time), stop letting your kids leave the house and their room is dirty (you KNOW you wasn't going out Friday night if your room was dirty, so why you letting them go), stop letting them talk back (if I was sassy, my mother smacked right in my mouth PERIOD).....
I know this is all over the place but this is just my rant...
I feel like we can do more FOR them and we should expect more FROM them....
but that's just my interpretation of the situation
"But, I don't want to put all the blame on the police because their parents contribute to this behavior early on as well."
EXACTLY!
That's my point...everyone wants to put it on the police and society and the media...TO ME, and this is my own personal opinion, we shift too much blame over to that side....NO, Where is the Family, WHERE are the PARENTS, why aren't they held accountable....WHERE is the neighborhoods...
I don't know about anybody else, but when I was coming up...I had a neighbor across the street, behind me, up the street and up the Drive, that IF they saw me doing ANYTHING out of order would tell my parents...I KNEW to stay in line because I KNEW someone was ALWAYS watching me...My parents didn't except bad grades, that wasn't an option in my house, a C, Puh Leeze...not in THEIR HOUSE...I wasn't out at all hours during the school year, I wasn't out all hours doing the summer...I was ALWAYS busy doing constructive things to better myself...
College wasn't an issue because it wasn't an option NOT to go...MY parents spent time with me, they talked to me...I was in church in activities...I knew that they believed in me and expected GREAT things from me...I was taught that I could do anything I put my mind to...
Children are NOT being taught that anymore...they aren't being made to do good, made to do right...they don't value education...they don't value themselves....
People want to say "its the music" "its the videos" "the media" I didn't have cable in MY house...I didn't watch videos unless I was at a friends house on the weekend, speaking of which my mother KNEW ALL of my friends, their parents, where they lived, what they were about all of that...
It was four of us that ran together in high school..and all of our parents knew the other...wasn't no I am going over x,y,z house and my mother didn't know...she wasn't having that...
I feared my parents, I respected my parents, because I knew that they loved me...
These kids don't feel loved, they don't feel cared for, they don't feel believed in...
Like I said before, it STARTS at home...
its NOT the world's responsibility to raise my child its MINES...
I was at a parent rally not to long ago and one of the fathers actually stood up and asked me why is it that these young girls get pregnant and its nothing to them, just having babies with no daddies...and I replied to him its deeper than that...little boys and little girls are being raised by women and it did NOT start with OUR generation it started with our parents, our fathers weren't there to guide to discipline to mold it was left up to the mothers...and there are just certain things that a mother can NOT instill in a little boy or girl...for example with a daughter...seeing how a man should love and treat a woman (now we know that ALL two parent homes are the best thing since sliced bread...because there are just family issues...) but she didn't see that she was raised by her mother and she figures she can do it by herself too
Now I am paraphrasing because it was so long ago, but the point is that children imitate what they see the good and the bad...and it all starts FIRST at home...
Now, I am not saying that EVERY child can be saved, because some simply can't...there are deeper emotional and psychological issues at hand sometimes and the child no longer just needs the VILLAGE but professional help...and at that point you recommend it and you keep moving...
But I still believe and feel as a whole we aren't doing enough...everybody has this me, me, me...attitude...or its not happening on my street, on my block, in my house....but how many times have we seen a child commit suicide or get arrested for doing drugs and the parents are on tv like "I can't believe little Tiffani did that...she never showed any signs"
BULL...if you were paying attention to your child you see the signs, you just chose NOT to see the signs...
I can have a bad day, and call my father and he will KNOW just by the tone in my voice something is wrong...you know why? Because he knows his child...why does he know his child because he made TIME to know his child...
I wasn't the most stylish kid in school, I didn't have the brand new ride...but my parents did more than just provide for me and give me more than what they had as kids...they gave me love accompanied by some good old fashion discipline...that's what they did....they taught me how to believe in myself, and put me in things that I showed an interest in (not stuff that they wanted me to do so that they can live out their children dreams through me....) I took dance, played the saxophone (BADLY I might add), did theater one some, and when I found Kiamsha they made sure I made it there to EVERY meeting because they knew I loved it...
They placed me in positive things and around positive people that they KNEW would reinforce their own values and beliefs so that when I couldn't or just didn't go to them with an issue I could go to Mrs. C or Mrs. J or Mrs. D...people I can still lean on to THIS day if I need to...
So to conclude this long rant about OUR kids (again, we need to get out of "dag that little boy is bad I wonder who is mother is" and get back to "little boy stop yell and cursing and acting like a fool on this train...I know I know"...they are crazy, but we need to start somewhere...)and the future of our kids...
Its up to us....we need to bring back the basics...STOP trying to be your kids best friend...you are the parent SO WHAT if they don't like you, who cares...yo mama didn't like you either...but she loved you...that's what's most important...If my kid isn't doing what he/she needs to do in school, around the house...Puh Leeze you gets NOTHING...that's right NOTHING, no PsP, no iPod, no Jordans...you gets the basics and the basics I can get that from Wal-Mart...
Make our kids earn their stuff...let's get back to chores, and having to have good grades, and working at McDonald's to learn the value of a dollar...stop letting them just chill in house and play video games (there is nothing wrong with this, but ALL the time), stop letting your kids leave the house and their room is dirty (you KNOW you wasn't going out Friday night if your room was dirty, so why you letting them go), stop letting them talk back (if I was sassy, my mother smacked right in my mouth PERIOD).....
I know this is all over the place but this is just my rant...
I feel like we can do more FOR them and we should expect more FROM them....
but that's just my interpretation of the situation
Thursday, August 03, 2006
STOP HIM....that little boy STOLE MY PHONE
Is what I was yelling yesterday afternoon around 5:30 as I was getting off the Orange Line train in Landover....
So I am walking to my truck in the parking lot...I feel something bad is about to happen, a spirit has come over me like I have NEVER felt before in my life...I go for my keys and I go for my cellphone as I hurry to try and get in my truck...He must have been watching me...I saw him, I saw him walk into the parking lot behind me, he got off the same train...let me go ahead of him down the escalator...I thought he was being a polite young man...little thing, NO MORE than 10 or 12 years old....I heard the other little boy that he was with say come on man...lets get on the bus...but like I said he was coming behind me in the lot...
but then I didn't see him anymore...I felt that feeling, went for my keys and my phone and out of no where he comes, he SNATCHES the phone out of my hands and begins to run...
I'm in total shock, no time for shock, my Dad bought me that phone for graduation, my life is in that phone, its MY FREAKIN PHONE I bust my BUTT EVERYDAY...oh HELL naw....I take off after him...purse, work bag and all....in a black dress and flip flops...running across the entire Landover Parking Lot yelling:
"STOP THAT LITTLE BOY HE STOLE MY PHONE..."
I keep yelling this, I keep yelling this...every one is looking at me like I AM the one who is crazy...everyone is just standing around, WHY in the hell are they just standing there...GET HIM, somebody PLEASE help me get him...oh my GOSH I am about to have an asthma attack...I have to stop....I can't run anymore...oh, THANK YOU...for running after him too...OK bump this T, let's get it Thug Motivation 101...OK THANK YOU SIR for getting him AND my phone back...
Upon seeing his face and looking in his eyes, I can't hold it back...I GO OFF...
"what is wrong with you...why did you steal my phone...what was the purpose in stealing my phone..." I know I said more than that...but I can't remember...I just remember snatching him up like he snatched my phone and shaking the mess out of him as if he were my son...I was about to BEAT the BRAKES off that little boy, SERIOUSLY...I was about to whoop him right there in that parking lot...but the lady stopped me...
He is lying saying he needed to make a phone call his name is Christopher all this jazz...all lies...all lies....
Everyone is like turn him in...turn him in...I look at him...I don't want to be the reason another little boy gets caught up in the system...I can't do that...me and the guy who caught him agree...we are trying to talk to him...ask him what is or was he thinking, drop some seeds...
OK I am going to take him to the station and turn him over to transit police and ask that they turn him over to his parents....
As I am walking up, a lady and her daughter who saw the whole thing, had already called the police...THANK YOU...
by the time we make it back to the station...YES the police is already here...
I tell the officer what I want to do and he informs me that this is NOT the FIRST, SECOND OR THIRD time that he has done this...
I want to press charges officer....
Another officer comes on the scene, she heard the call and came in from downtown...she came because she heard that there was a suspect you black male running through the Landover parking lot with a pink shirt on...she couldn't believe that it MIGHT be the same little boy she had just arrested last week for robbery with a "fake" gun downtown...YES it was him...
Again, I want to press charges...
They proceed to handle their police business...he is just standing there with handcuffs on...no taller than 5 feet, no more than 100 lbs...can't be older than 10-12 years old...and he is just standing there like its nothing, NOTHING to him...
I am so upset on so many levels its crazy...I am HEATED...tomorrow is MY birthday, I can't believe its 100+ degrees and I am running after you...what in DE WORLD is really going on....and you don't even care...your whole attitude about life is "whatever" you aren't even 14 years old and already you are a liar and a thief...and you don't care...it doesn't matter to you...who else have you done this to? who else have you violated and victimized all for a PHONE!
Don't you know you can be ANYTHING you want in this life...its up to YOU and YOUR choices...I don't want to hear nobody cares about me, I don't have a mother or my father is not there...but wait, where ARE your parents? Why are you out here riding around on the trains all day long...why aren't you in camp, why aren't you doing something productive...where are those people that you need, if not your parents, an aunt or uncle....what is happening to our kids? Why....why....why....
why is that young guy looking at me, him, and his girl...oh ya'll know him huh...why are you looking at me like I did something wrong...oh I guess I was supposed to just let him go huh...crazy...
His name isn't Christopher, it isn't James Gross and it isn't whatever he said it was last week...the lady that just got off the train says his name is Chucky, at least that's what she knows him as, she knows his family...she is making a call...
I can go now, they took a picture of my phone for evidence I have the case number...here is my business card officer on top of my other information...I will be in touch...
Its Midnight (officially my birthday) I am finally home...I still went and got my hair done...
Dear Jehovah GOD...THANK YOU...Thank you for keeping me and protecting me today...anything could have happened to me, what was I thinking chasing after that little boy over a phone...anyone could have been watching and I could have seriously gotten hurt...Thank you for keeping your blood line around me....PLEASE watch over that little boy who tried to steal from me...Satin is working over time, but I know that with you he can be anything...watch over him, and place something or someone in his life for him to turn himself around...
I am drained I can't believe this happened to me...I feel violated...I don't feel safe...Lord protect me...Thank you...Good night...Amen
Well I KNOW I won't be parking at Landover anymore...regardless of how careful you are, you can never be too careful...Keys in hand ready as I get off the train...nothing else...EXCEPT for when I get my spray...is my door locked...OK...let me go to sleep now...or try too...
yes its MY day...but I appreciate it so much more than I would have ever thought...
THANK YOU GOD for letting me see another day...and for making me who I am...
So I am walking to my truck in the parking lot...I feel something bad is about to happen, a spirit has come over me like I have NEVER felt before in my life...I go for my keys and I go for my cellphone as I hurry to try and get in my truck...He must have been watching me...I saw him, I saw him walk into the parking lot behind me, he got off the same train...let me go ahead of him down the escalator...I thought he was being a polite young man...little thing, NO MORE than 10 or 12 years old....I heard the other little boy that he was with say come on man...lets get on the bus...but like I said he was coming behind me in the lot...
but then I didn't see him anymore...I felt that feeling, went for my keys and my phone and out of no where he comes, he SNATCHES the phone out of my hands and begins to run...
I'm in total shock, no time for shock, my Dad bought me that phone for graduation, my life is in that phone, its MY FREAKIN PHONE I bust my BUTT EVERYDAY...oh HELL naw....I take off after him...purse, work bag and all....in a black dress and flip flops...running across the entire Landover Parking Lot yelling:
"STOP THAT LITTLE BOY HE STOLE MY PHONE..."
I keep yelling this, I keep yelling this...every one is looking at me like I AM the one who is crazy...everyone is just standing around, WHY in the hell are they just standing there...GET HIM, somebody PLEASE help me get him...oh my GOSH I am about to have an asthma attack...I have to stop....I can't run anymore...oh, THANK YOU...for running after him too...OK bump this T, let's get it Thug Motivation 101...OK THANK YOU SIR for getting him AND my phone back...
Upon seeing his face and looking in his eyes, I can't hold it back...I GO OFF...
"what is wrong with you...why did you steal my phone...what was the purpose in stealing my phone..." I know I said more than that...but I can't remember...I just remember snatching him up like he snatched my phone and shaking the mess out of him as if he were my son...I was about to BEAT the BRAKES off that little boy, SERIOUSLY...I was about to whoop him right there in that parking lot...but the lady stopped me...
He is lying saying he needed to make a phone call his name is Christopher all this jazz...all lies...all lies....
Everyone is like turn him in...turn him in...I look at him...I don't want to be the reason another little boy gets caught up in the system...I can't do that...me and the guy who caught him agree...we are trying to talk to him...ask him what is or was he thinking, drop some seeds...
OK I am going to take him to the station and turn him over to transit police and ask that they turn him over to his parents....
As I am walking up, a lady and her daughter who saw the whole thing, had already called the police...THANK YOU...
by the time we make it back to the station...YES the police is already here...
I tell the officer what I want to do and he informs me that this is NOT the FIRST, SECOND OR THIRD time that he has done this...
I want to press charges officer....
Another officer comes on the scene, she heard the call and came in from downtown...she came because she heard that there was a suspect you black male running through the Landover parking lot with a pink shirt on...she couldn't believe that it MIGHT be the same little boy she had just arrested last week for robbery with a "fake" gun downtown...YES it was him...
Again, I want to press charges...
They proceed to handle their police business...he is just standing there with handcuffs on...no taller than 5 feet, no more than 100 lbs...can't be older than 10-12 years old...and he is just standing there like its nothing, NOTHING to him...
I am so upset on so many levels its crazy...I am HEATED...tomorrow is MY birthday, I can't believe its 100+ degrees and I am running after you...what in DE WORLD is really going on....and you don't even care...your whole attitude about life is "whatever" you aren't even 14 years old and already you are a liar and a thief...and you don't care...it doesn't matter to you...who else have you done this to? who else have you violated and victimized all for a PHONE!
Don't you know you can be ANYTHING you want in this life...its up to YOU and YOUR choices...I don't want to hear nobody cares about me, I don't have a mother or my father is not there...but wait, where ARE your parents? Why are you out here riding around on the trains all day long...why aren't you in camp, why aren't you doing something productive...where are those people that you need, if not your parents, an aunt or uncle....what is happening to our kids? Why....why....why....
why is that young guy looking at me, him, and his girl...oh ya'll know him huh...why are you looking at me like I did something wrong...oh I guess I was supposed to just let him go huh...crazy...
His name isn't Christopher, it isn't James Gross and it isn't whatever he said it was last week...the lady that just got off the train says his name is Chucky, at least that's what she knows him as, she knows his family...she is making a call...
I can go now, they took a picture of my phone for evidence I have the case number...here is my business card officer on top of my other information...I will be in touch...
Its Midnight (officially my birthday) I am finally home...I still went and got my hair done...
Dear Jehovah GOD...THANK YOU...Thank you for keeping me and protecting me today...anything could have happened to me, what was I thinking chasing after that little boy over a phone...anyone could have been watching and I could have seriously gotten hurt...Thank you for keeping your blood line around me....PLEASE watch over that little boy who tried to steal from me...Satin is working over time, but I know that with you he can be anything...watch over him, and place something or someone in his life for him to turn himself around...
I am drained I can't believe this happened to me...I feel violated...I don't feel safe...Lord protect me...Thank you...Good night...Amen
Well I KNOW I won't be parking at Landover anymore...regardless of how careful you are, you can never be too careful...Keys in hand ready as I get off the train...nothing else...EXCEPT for when I get my spray...is my door locked...OK...let me go to sleep now...or try too...
yes its MY day...but I appreciate it so much more than I would have ever thought...
THANK YOU GOD for letting me see another day...and for making me who I am...
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I am HOW OLD...
Sorry tomorrow is my Birthday!!!
So what's that number one birthday month...is it Aries (NO) is it Scorpio (NO) is it LEO (YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS).... (you ever notice he asks about month but says the signs...too funny)
Shot out to all the Lovely Leos in the HOUSE....
Ok Ok enough Uncle Luke club talk
But seriously, I will be my 26 tomorrow...and its crazy...I am the happiest around this time of year and at the same time I literally HATE this time of year...Let me explain
I HATE and I do mean HATE the summertime, I don't like heat, I don't like sun, I don't like pools, I don't like the beach...I don't like bugs, and I don't like to smell and feel nasty and sweaty...and that mess...I just don't like it...
From June until Mid-September you aren't catching me outside PERIOD...you just won't NOT until after at least 8pm....REAL TALK...
When there are cookouts or anything going on in the summer I will be the LAST one to arrive because I am NOT sitting outside all day in the heat...NOT doing it....PERIOD don't ask because I am NOT going...
Even the amusement park and the lake, whatever...IF I don't do it BEFORE June then I ain't going until the end of the season in September...don't ask me I am NOT going....
So how is someone who was born right SMACK DEAD in the MIDDLE of summer...NOT like it...I don't know, ask my mother...she said she was miserable while pregnant (and who could blame her its HOT and you know what out said...you can fry an egg on the sidewalk...serious business...) so I totally blame her...ITS YOUR FAULT PC!!!!..don't tell her I said that though...I am still scurred of my Momma
I don't know when I developed such a deep dislike for the summer, as child I remember running around down south for hours on end...I mean in deep Alabama...where it was 90 degrees BEFORE sunrise...I was a tomboy I was outside with bugs and doing all kinds of stuff...even using the bathroom if need be because I was to far from my grandmothers house to make it (keep it real you did that too)...
But NOW I just can't take it...
BUT TODAY, TOMORROW and for the REST of the week and weekend...despite the record temperatures and all that jazz...I am HAPPY...
WHY???
Its MY BIRTHDAY....NOW I don't know how YOU roll but for me, my birthday has ALWAYS been a major event...
Again, blame my parents...I am the only girl and the youngest....so I always have had a party or something...they always made my birthday a BIG deal...
I don't care what could be going on when its MY birthday ITS MY DAY...the good thing though is that I have matured enough to understand that EVERYONE does NOT have to look at my birthday like this and its up to me and ONLY me to really make the best of my day...so that is what I plan on doing...
I have to work tomorrow the FIRST TIME EVER working on my birthday but hey at least I got a job...
I will be going to dinner with my parents in the evening its not with my husband/boyfriend/significant other (which I don't have, heck I don't even have a boo boo...LOL) but hey at least I am going out with the two people in this world that I KNOW for a FACT love me unconditionally
I will then go for dessert with my Line Sisters for a little while hey at least I have line sisters to hang with & act a fool with on my day...
Saturday is the BIG birthday BASH at H2O on the waterfront here in DC...I don't really care for this club, BUT my cousin and 'em is hooking it up for me, so me and my GURLS, my folks...we is gonna party!!!! (Be on the look out for the pics next week)
So I must say for a little gurl that grew up like a boy, grew up to HATE the summer, and grow to be in love with HERSELF...
Turning 26 don't look half bad....
So what's that number one birthday month...is it Aries (NO) is it Scorpio (NO) is it LEO (YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS).... (you ever notice he asks about month but says the signs...too funny)
Shot out to all the Lovely Leos in the HOUSE....
Ok Ok enough Uncle Luke club talk
But seriously, I will be my 26 tomorrow...and its crazy...I am the happiest around this time of year and at the same time I literally HATE this time of year...Let me explain
I HATE and I do mean HATE the summertime, I don't like heat, I don't like sun, I don't like pools, I don't like the beach...I don't like bugs, and I don't like to smell and feel nasty and sweaty...and that mess...I just don't like it...
From June until Mid-September you aren't catching me outside PERIOD...you just won't NOT until after at least 8pm....REAL TALK...
When there are cookouts or anything going on in the summer I will be the LAST one to arrive because I am NOT sitting outside all day in the heat...NOT doing it....PERIOD don't ask because I am NOT going...
Even the amusement park and the lake, whatever...IF I don't do it BEFORE June then I ain't going until the end of the season in September...don't ask me I am NOT going....
So how is someone who was born right SMACK DEAD in the MIDDLE of summer...NOT like it...I don't know, ask my mother...she said she was miserable while pregnant (and who could blame her its HOT and you know what out said...you can fry an egg on the sidewalk...serious business...) so I totally blame her...ITS YOUR FAULT PC!!!!..don't tell her I said that though...I am still scurred of my Momma
I don't know when I developed such a deep dislike for the summer, as child I remember running around down south for hours on end...I mean in deep Alabama...where it was 90 degrees BEFORE sunrise...I was a tomboy I was outside with bugs and doing all kinds of stuff...even using the bathroom if need be because I was to far from my grandmothers house to make it (keep it real you did that too)...
But NOW I just can't take it...
BUT TODAY, TOMORROW and for the REST of the week and weekend...despite the record temperatures and all that jazz...I am HAPPY...
WHY???
Its MY BIRTHDAY....NOW I don't know how YOU roll but for me, my birthday has ALWAYS been a major event...
Again, blame my parents...I am the only girl and the youngest....so I always have had a party or something...they always made my birthday a BIG deal...
I don't care what could be going on when its MY birthday ITS MY DAY...the good thing though is that I have matured enough to understand that EVERYONE does NOT have to look at my birthday like this and its up to me and ONLY me to really make the best of my day...so that is what I plan on doing...
I have to work tomorrow the FIRST TIME EVER working on my birthday but hey at least I got a job...
I will be going to dinner with my parents in the evening its not with my husband/boyfriend/significant other (which I don't have, heck I don't even have a boo boo...LOL) but hey at least I am going out with the two people in this world that I KNOW for a FACT love me unconditionally
I will then go for dessert with my Line Sisters for a little while hey at least I have line sisters to hang with & act a fool with on my day...
Saturday is the BIG birthday BASH at H2O on the waterfront here in DC...I don't really care for this club, BUT my cousin and 'em is hooking it up for me, so me and my GURLS, my folks...we is gonna party!!!! (Be on the look out for the pics next week)
So I must say for a little gurl that grew up like a boy, grew up to HATE the summer, and grow to be in love with HERSELF...
Turning 26 don't look half bad....
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