Friday, October 23, 2009

Daddy...Getcho A** Off Facebook! Please and Thank You.

*sigh*

My dad is on Facebook. I know, I know...FML.

The ironic thing about it is that it is my fault. I was attempting to keep my parents and Babybottoms other grandparents in the loop with the baby pictures. I thought it would be much easier to send them a link to the photo album. What I wasn't aware of was that Facebook takes the opportune time to suck non-users into their vortex by asking them to join but they say it like the person MUST join if they want to see the album...sneaky bastards.

So my father joins. Dammit...

When I call him to see why he now has an account, he tells me that his first thought when it asked him to join was " I don't wanna join this stupid network". Really? But you did it anyway...I liteweight smell some false words hear. He goes on to say how he's gonna delete the account after he sees Babybottoms pictures.

The REAL funny thing about how I found out he had the account was one of my brothers old friends he grew up with sent me an email asking if it was my dad or brother sending him a friend request. Dad...you aren't slick. If you were deleting your account why you sending friend requests to folks? If you don't getcho tail off the internet playing games.

So I go to his page the other day because my cousin sent me a friend request and I noticed that we had 3 people in common. I see my two older cousins....then the third person is my dad. Daddy....YOU SAID YOU WERE DELETING YOUR ACCOUNT!!!! WHY ARE YOU STILL ON FACEBOOK???? BEAT IT!!!

Something told me to go see if he had added other people...this fool got 18 friends. I almost want to send him a text message asking if I look like an idiot to him and then I see this face that is unfamiliar to me. Out of his 18 friends, this woman is the ONE person I've NEVER seen before. I know I'm in Georgia and he's in Texas but he was getting the major side eye over this...who is this random woman in your friends???

I click on her picture and her profile is private and then it hits me....THIS IS THE EX-GIRLFRIEND FROM WHEN HE WAS A TEENAGER...THE ONE HE BROKE UP WITH MY MOM FOR. Yeah...this is some foolishness and I know he had to go search for her because his friends he has are mainly family and the ones who aren't family don't know this beezy.

I told one of my friends and she told me to dry snitch on him to my mom.

I did think about "accidentally" sending my mom a Facebook invitation...then I thought about the drama that might ensue from that and quickly decided against it. Granted, it could be innocent but best believe I got my eye on my dad's wall from that point forward. He's on my stomping grounds now and would want to act right before I have to set it off in this biotch....

FYI, for everyone who is like "Ummm, doesn't your parents read your blog", the answer to that is "No" and this one most certainly won't be getting posted on Facebook neither hahahhahahaa

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Just A Day in My Life...


After much deliberation and sucking up of my pride, I decided to take advantage of "the system" that I had been paying taxes to for 15 years. Since I was laid off work during one of the worst economical times, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get W.I.C. and food stamps since I have to eat and so does the kid. If I hadn't been pregnant when I got laid off AND able to get another job right away, "the system" wouldn't even have been a thought passing through. I HATE government agencies because of how they treat people but...I'm no fool and I aint going hungry...neither is Babybottoms.

So until I find gainful employment that will provide for her and myself, this is helping out LOTS.

My hatred for government agencies has always stemmed from their lack of acknowledgement that the people they deal with EVERYDAY are REAL people. They treat EVERYONE who applies for "assistance" like they are all living in the hood and that they are all ghetto. Take for instance the 2 young women who were sitting in the waiting area when I walk up to take a seat.

The young lady that was there collecting her W.I.C. couldn't have been any older than 15...I am sure she isn't the only high school student in Atlanta who comes to this office. Her conversation consisted of who she was going to get to babysit her 3 mth old daughter so she could go to the football game this weekend. Within the same 15 minutes of that discussion with her friend, she says that school aint that big of a deal for her but she is going to stress the importance of an education to her daughter...huh???? The conversation pauses for a minute for the other young lady to whip out 2 cell phones and she quickly states that one is her boyfriends that she "stole" while he was sleep...strictly for the purpose of reading all his text messages, emails, and checking his phone log. Mind you, they are being HELLA loud about these asinine conversations....and then the conversation just got ridiculous.

Anyone who can sit IN A GOVERNMENT AGENCY and say out loud that their 4 year old cooks fried chicken and boiling noodles for spaghetti needs an overly healthy dose of common sense and act right. The 15 yr old says quite loudly that DEFACS needs to be called on her friend but laughs it off when the friends says that the 4 year old uses the microwave to cook so it's okay because he knows not to put metal or foil in there...you can't fry chicken in the microwave, 1, and 2....this does not make it okay, you unfit mother. I wanted to kick her in the ovaries so that she did not have the ability to sire anymore children.

So I can understand WHY some government agency employees work with the blank, rude stare like, when is this day going to be over but EVERY person who walks in is not like this. Like me...

After speaking to a woman and being told that I have to sit and wait until this other lady comes to work, I start sending Babybottoms dad messages about the loud youngsters across from me. In walks 3 Latin women, one has a son.

Now, anyone who lives in Atlanta can tell you that yesterday morning, it was chilly outside. I had my jacket on the entire time I was in the office. So please explain to me why this little boy that was with one of the Latin women had on sandals, shorts, and a hoody???? Please explain that.

He was just sniffling his life away and I felt bad for him....until he started coughing like he had tuberculosis...on my arm. I prayed to the sweet baby Jesus to keep me from backhanding him AND his momma into the parking lot outside the window. I have a 3.5 week old baby at home. I DO NOT need, nor WANT, your nasty ass germs on me, lil heathen! So I give him the ice glare and he turns away like he just shat his pants. The little boy is so sick, I can smell the cold seeping out of his pores. All I could think was lord please let me get out of here so I can get some Airborne and Lysol!

I was told to get to the office at 9 am....I look down at the time on my phone and it's 9:30. I can't sit next to this walking germ for another 30 minutes but I don't have a choice really. I had a c-section so standing really isn't an option and there aren't any chairs left....dammit.

FINALLY, the lady I need to see comes strolling in with McDonalds and coffee in her hand...at 10:10 am. For real? This is what we do? We come to work an hour late? Yet another reason WHY I hate government agencies. As if her being an hour and 10 minutes late is not enough, this heffa decides it's a good idea to eat her food before seeing the people who came in to get their vouchers (I am one of those people). We were ALL enraged by this but the thick plexiglass between her and us gave her a sense of security that allowed her to continue eating in our faces.

The lady I initially saw told me at 9:30 am to wait until my name was called and then decides to check on me when she sees I'm still sitting there at 10:15 am. She asks me if I signed my name on the clipboard to be called. I feel like giving her a blank stare because she knows I signed my name on that damn board...she called my name off the board to talk to me when I first came in! I still politely say that my name is signed and the lady JUST got in 5 minutes ago so I'm waiting on her.

She finally calls my name around 11 am. I walk up to the counter and all she asks me was what my daughters name was, then sends me back to my seat. 10 minutes go by and she calls me again to ask me what my full name is. Mind you, she has ALL this information in front of her so I have no idea why she is asking me for shat she already has. Did I mention I had a c-section? Yea, all that getting up and down, not what's really good. So I inform her that I had a c-section and I would appreciate it if she needs something else from me to ask me now because the up and down is not the business. She gives me that well practiced government agency glare and goes on about her business. She doesn't tell me to have a seat or that she'll be done in a minute but I decide to stay at the counter. She finishes up about 7 minutes later and says, "Now I have to do the same paperwork I did for your daughter, for you. Can you stand that long?"

I ask her how long my paperwork is going to take and when she lets me know 10 minutes or more, I go sit down. She doesn't call me again until 11:30 and I am SO ready to leave by this time.

By the time I walked out of that building, it became my resolve to look for employment with a government agency because someone, somewhere has to make a difference. Granted, the people who come into the agencies needing assistance might not always be to my liking but hell, they need help too and just because you're ignorant as hell, doesn't mean you deserve to be treated like a lesser human being.

Sorry, this was more of a rant about my morning at the W.I.C. office than anything else LOL

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Indignant Fools

Last I checked, Morehouse College was a PRIVATE institution for MEN...did that change within the last few weeks/months/years? If so, please make me aware...that's right, it hasn't changed...AT ALL. So with those two facts still standing, someone please tell me why ALL these WOMEN are up in arms about the dress code...no arguments have made sense thus far.

When I was in high school I can remember some of the kids from nearby private schools complaining about wearing uniforms but I PROMISE you they had better test scores than the public schools. As odd as this might sound, education was the main concern and when you aren't worried about what you are wearing to school and whether or not you're "cool", it frees up more time to focus on what's important...YOUR EDUCATION.

The keywords in the above paragraph are: private schools.

Am I the only one who KNOWS what that means? In public schools, there are certain things that are allowed across the board because we live in a politically correct society but guess what happens in private schools? They make rules and anyone attending has to follow them. End of discussion. Frankly, I think that the dress code is in line with what Morehouse claims to want young men who attend their school to be..."renaissance men". Is it so wrong that a MEN'S COLLEGE wants its attendees to represent the school in a particular manner? No. When these young men enrolled at Morehouse, it was clear what was represented there and if it wasn't, they always have the freedom to go learn elsewhere.

I think the biggest uproar comes from this part of the dress code:

"no women's garb"

But again...this is a MEN'S COLLEGE so what is wrong with making that a part of the dress code? NOTHING AT ALL. This is all in an effort for the Five Wells to be implemented on campus:

"well read, well spoken, well-traveled, well dressed and well balanced"

When I read that part of the dress code, I didn't automatically think that they were hating on students who were outwardly homosexual. The other things that were listed as "no-no's", I looked at as distractions...just like I would if a man walked into class with a dress, purse, and pumps on. My attention would be just as diverted from the professor if some clown walked in like it was Halloween the same as if some idiot decided not to take off his pajamas, wear shades, and a doo-rag to class. I would equally wonder what was wrong with both of these men.

I wonder if the same women who are upset by these dress standards would be upset if Morehouse decided everyone would wear loafers, khaki's, vests, and button ups. But again, I say...IT'S A MEN'S COLLEGE...WHY IN THE F*CK DO YOU CARE ANYWAY???

Sunday, October 11, 2009

When I Say "Thank You", You're Supposed To Respond With "You're Welcome"

Since my last blog I posted I've had a baby and my entire body has gone through numerous changes. I've started writing about 5 blogs only to save them and never go back to finish. Changing diapers, feeding the kiddo, and nursing my "wound" (I had a c-section) consume my day to day process. Even when I get a few minutes to write or finish what I started, I doze off and wake up to a little fist nudging me, signaling that the next feeding is supposed to be taking place.

According to Babybottoms dad, "it's a piece of cake"; I told him to say that after his stomach muscles have been cut through and then he has to pop a tit in a baby's mouth every hour (yes, my baby is greedy as hell). It is not a piece of cake but when she smiles, no lie, it's worth all the pain (sometimes....LOL).

So you would think being consumed with this little face below, I'd have nothing more to think about than her...wrong. I have a pretty active mind and since I have more than enough time on my hands, I started going through all the gifts I received for her.
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I started my thank you cards but never got around to putting them in the mail so I emailed the people who got me gifts. No one replied. How rude, right? I stopped caring about them not replying after 2 seconds...the people I was confused about not replying were the folks who haven't spoken to me in years that sent gifts.

When I say they haven't spoken to me, it's been due to them disappearing out of my life for God knows what reason or I've decided they weren't as a good a friend as they thought they were and I distanced myself....either way, those people are not obligated to buy my child anything. They aren't even obligated to acknowledge she's alive....so I find it VERY weird that they decide to care enough to buy her a gift and then go back to being "dead" when I say thank you. This makes me feel like I've wasted gratitude on them and it makes me wonder what they sent the gift for in the first place. Did you send it as a segue to opening our friendship back up? Did you send it to make yourself look good or like the "bigger person"? Why did you send MY DAUGHTER something if you were just going to ignore HER MOTHER?

It makes no sense to me and it comes across as rude...

Some people might say, "Well, if you weren't speaking already, why do you care?", the truth is, I didn't care....until they sent their damn gifts. By them buying her a gift, I have the option of accepting it and then HAVING to be cordial/nice and saying thank you OR declining the gift and expressing to them that since they can't speak to me any other time, please don't buy my daughter stuff. Unfortunately, I quickly become the bad guy if I choose the latter option...

I was just raised with manners and "you're welcome" is just as mannerable (is that a word? I don't care) as "thank you" so it makes me go hmmm...

Anyway, I should be back to writing in a bit just lately the things I've had an opinion on might light some folks short fuses and I don't feel like hearing foolish retard statements regarding common sense type things at the moment (i.e. President Obama receiving the Nobel Peace Prize).

 

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