Day of Giving Thanks

Every year on this Day the Nation observes the importance that we all acknowledge what we are thankful for (this is putting aside the whole pilgrim and Native American thing, that’s another blog topic). Now, im sure there are those who just do nothing or invite family and friends over so they can show off their new whatevers or even those who don’t believe they have anything to be thankful for. Well, I am thankful everyday for waking up and being blessed to have gotten where I am in life thus far and the energy to carry out my daily activities. However, I do see a purpose for this day so that we have the opportunity to stop and acknowledge what we usually don’t have the time or opportunity to appreciate. So on this day I am thankful for:

- The ability to have my tuition paid for in full
- My (maternal) Grandparents being alive and feisty
- My cousin coming home safely from Iraq to spend this day with the fam
- My friends, who are the best damn friends ANYONE could ask for
- My health and partial sanity (im just glad im not all the way crazy with all the shit going on in
the world today)
- All of the experiences (good, bad and indifferent) that have made me into the person I am
today
- My crazy, deranged, and down right dysfunctional family - who I would not change for the
world
- Two term Presidency (so that muthafuckin Bush can’t bring us any further towards the
apocalypse as he already has –get right with the Lord ya’ll)
- My ancestors who sacrificed their lives to ensure my place on this earth
- All the sistahs in the world who continue to pave the way for younger sistahs to have
opportunities and hope
- Cute shoes in size 10 1/2 and 11
- “Skinny” mirrors
- Internet pics of Nona Gaye and Rosario Dawson
- “Toys” wink wink
- Black people
- Caller ID
- And most important, me being able to still fit into my size 8 clothes


Until next time…what are you thankful for?

new people are BAD!

After this year and meeting new people through academic and social situations I have realized that i no longer like "new people." I think im going to stick with the people i already know. I am too old to make new friends.

First there was, let's call her "#32", she captured my heart, then went crazy. I met #32 through a mutual x-"friend" - weird situation- and we hit it off immediately. She was the first person i "came out" to and the first woman i really really really cared for in an intimate way. It was going well - friendship building nicely, we traveled together, and the communication was great. All of that came to a screeching halt when the mutherfucker went crazy. She felt "obligated." Now this coming from a person who strongly pursued my ass. Then to top it off, had the nerve to cut me off over a TEXT MESSAGE!!!!! A text message ya'll, what the hell. That was worse than Carrie (Sex in the City) getting dumped by a post-it-note. Now i can laugh about it, but at the time.....HUMPH! We have since made amends, but it will never be the same. It’s a damn shame that i still really really really care for her and can't quite let go of #32, yet. O yeah, did i mention all this happened in like 6 months.

Second, although I knew this person, i allowed her "friendship" back into my life, and she brought some new and extra shit with hers. She is a bugged out chick i knew for about 6 years, let's call her "Crazy." Well Crazy managed to involve me in some o'l unnecessary drama, manipulate and tried to monopolize my 30th birthday celebration, and then talked about me like i was a dissenter from her majesty’s court. To let you know the extent of her "friendship" to me - Crazy, this chick she was diggin, and i went to the Village (in NYC) for a night out. After waiting forever on her we finally hit the town. Of course they were going through their stuff and i was the neutral party. At the end of the night, while driving Crazy back to her car in Jersey, she decided she wanted some privacy to talk with o'l girl about their drama. Now we are on 6th ave. and 8th street (in lower Manhattan), im in 4 inch heals, i live in Brooklyn and it was December (freezing cold). This mutherheffa asked my ass to find my way home so that they could talk. In a bit-o-rage i got the hell out the car and went home on the train - not smart, i know, but i was pissed. It took me 2 1/2 hrs to get back to the crib. After about 3 months of some more drama, she had the nerve to call me apologizing about everything and said i was her best friend and she went “temporarily insane" because she was blinded by emotions. Needless to say, i don't associate with that negret anymore.

Third, is the law student, lets call him "Bumpkin." He wanted to know everything about me, but in a stalkerish sought of way. He tried to "understand" me because i was sooo very interesting to him. However in doing so, he managed to insult me and my intelligence. Bumpkin was like that little boy in the 1st grade who hit you to let you know that he liked you. Well, Bumpkin said that i was a cliché, to tall, that everything in my life was an “alternative", and that i get off on being different, whatever the hell that means. He was just mad that he had no chance with me and that he was a 5ft 4in midget with an s-curl. Well, needless to say i don’t associate with that negro anymore.

Now i know that i will encounter more new people in my lifetime, just met another one last week, and some are going to end up being very cool individuals. However, my experiences just reassure the notion that there are some crazy muthersfreakers out there. So to all those who read this, beware, they exist. And be especially cautious with chicks from Philly, that's where Crazy is from.

Until next time....BEWARE!