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July 31, 2004
Bad Credit...No Vote
Last night, I had a dream that Ralph Nader was elected President. Following his election was four years of painful tyranny & corporate rule. I didn't dream about the entire four years...just the last month of his rule prior to the 2008 election. Ralph was like the anti-christ. All who opposed him were sentenced to death. Those who spoke negatively of him, were caned on national TV. And HE did the caning himself. That was pretty brutal. There was no such thing as justice or freedom.
An underground movement of rebels and freedom fighters had been assembled. Protesters had to voice opposition in codes and on the dl. The brave souls who weren't afraid to voice their opinions, were quickly extinguished. Ralph's VP was Rudy Guiliani. His opponents in the upcoming election were John Edwards and Rep. Harold Ford. Edwards & Ford were leading slightly in the polls and gaining momentum.
I was one of the protesters who voiced my opposition in codes. My friend Jay and I, started a grass roots voter registration campaign. It was our goal to get as many involved as possible. We all wanted Mr. Nader out of office. The administration caught wind of our efforts and tried to suppress it. Investigations into our lives and our backgrounds were done.
It was concluded that 70% of ALL the opposition had bad credit. So, it was brought into law that people with bad credit could not vote. I was one in 30% of the opposition that was allowed to vote. Of course our 30% was wildly outnumbered. Mr. Nader was re-elected President by a 70% margin.
I awakened scratching my head. What if that had been real life? What if a law was passed barring folks with sub-par credit from voting? That would be extremely unfair. Would the people revolt then? The funny thing is, I think that such a law has probably crossed some evil politian's mind.
I was listening to Doug Banks' interview with P. Diddy yesterday morning while driving to the golf course. P. Diddy was saying that already politicians are trying to suppress voting by telling people the following things:
I don't remember the other suppression tactics that Diddy mentioned, but I do know of some that were used during the last election in my home state.You can't vote if you're a former felon. I believe that this is flexible in various states
You can't vote if you owe child support. I've never heard of this before, so I can't comment on the validity of it. However, it sounds crazy to me.
I recall one guy explaining to me that he was a registered Independant who wanted to vote for Al Gore. Well...a Bush supporter at the polls told him that he wouldn't be allowed to vote Democrat since he is a registered Independant. The Bush supporter failed to mention that that rule ONLY applies to Caucuses & Primaries. There was another instance of a person attempting to vote & being told that he couldn't vote because he needed to 18 for at least 3 months. Election day occured a day after his 18th birthday.
This is why voter education is SO important. People are told lies and half truths to discourage them from voting. Even scare tactics are used as a method of discouragement. THAT is not patriotic. That is shameful.
Posted by Timi at 2:04 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
July 28, 2004
WANTED:
Football Fans
I just started a fantasy league online. I'm looking for football fans who are willing to join my league. So, if you are interested in playing fantasy football this year, then I'd like to offer my league. It's free & it'll be competitive. So if you want to be competitive, but you dont have the $$$ to spend on some fancy league, some chill with the Football Freaks.
You can sign up for a free fantasy league via yahoo by clicking here
My league is called FOOTBALL FREAKS. If you choose to join my league, then my league ID # is 252800 and the password is phillyfan. What are you waiting for?
A New Job
My job is physically draining me of all life that I have. I really need a serious break. I didn't go to college to become a corporate slave. I vowed that I'd never step foot into corporate America. I've forsaken my vow. I feel cheapened. I'm selling myself short. I need a job where I am helping people afford homes. In fact, that's what I have intended to get my Masters degree in Urban Planning. I just have to find the time to do so. But until then, I need to get out of this corporate hell. I need a life. I need a better schedule.
Time
I need some ME time. I need time to enjoy life. I need time to enjoy friends. I need time to enjoy special interests. I need more time to hang out meet up with new friends. I need time to start family planning...yes I said family planning. You should always have a plan even when you're unmarried and single. I don't even know why I'm creating plan. God already has one. I NEED TO KNOW GOD. Dude...I like really need to know.
A Massage Of Mammoth Proportions
And I won't be getting this until next weekend. A friend is getting married & prior to the wedding rehearsal, the bride and bridesmaids are gonna spend part of the day at a spa. My body is screaming for this. My muscles are doing the "Kid -N- Play" in anticipation of this spa visit. Oh La Oh La Ay!
A New Church
I've "out-grown" my current church. Well...not so much as out grown the church, but I'm no longer a child anymore and the only people who attend my church are children under 13 and adults over 35. I'm the only person in the middle. I need to be around more of my peers. People in the faith who are my age or slightly older. I need that kind of fellowship, and I'm not getting that at my current church. My friend has invited me to her church, and I think I be visiting really soon.
Posted by Timi at 6:20 PM
Winner's Circle
Yesterday, I placed two movie clips on my site. I promised $$ or a mixed CD to the FIRST person who could guess where the clips came from. Well, many people made a guess, but only 2 got it right. Congrats to Todd & Tony. Unfortunately, only one of you could win. So because Todd answered FIRST, Todd wins. Todd has chosen to recieve a mix CD.
The Answers
The first clip was from the movie Better Off Dead. It was actor Curtis Armstrong, who played Charles in the movie that said, "I've been going to this High School for seven-and-a-half years, I'm no dummy."
The second clip was from the same movie. It was the Tree Trimmer who said, "Man, now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that."
Todd gave the correct answers for both clips, which makes me think that he enjoys the movie as much as I do.
Tony got partial credit for appropriately identifying clip #1. He guessed the movie, but he got the person wrong. He thought that the author of the quote was Acky. Acky was not in the movie, but his character was portrayed by Curtis Armstrong, who starred as Charles in Better off Dead. Acky was a character in One Crazy Summer...another movie featuring John Cusack & Curtis Armstrong.
Posted by Timi at 3:01 PM
July 27, 2004
Guess What?
I've been watching alot of old movies. I've decided to start something new thing on my blog. I can't think of a name for it at this moment, but for now I'll call it, "Identify that Clip" I'm willing to give a mix CD or $5 (HEY I AINT RICH!!) to the FIRST person who correctly identifies the movie clip. E-mail submissions will count.
Here we go...
Identify the the following clip:
Clip 1Not only will I give you a mix CD or $5 for answering correctly, I'll also add an additional $5 for anyone who can guess this bonus clip.
Here's the catch...you must identify the movie AND the person who says it within the movie.
Bonus ClipOk...now get to guessing before I change my mind.
Khary is back at it again. This dude jacks other people's blog posts as a profession and uses them as his own. If many of you recall, he stole Lisa'a & Rocka's posts and used them for his AOL Blog.
NOW he is back at it again, stealing Raven's post and calling it his own. You would think that when Mr. Khary was discovered THE FIRST time that he's give it up. But naw...some people just aren't that brilliant. Mr. Khary has consistently shown that he is one of those people. Go check out Khary's site. You might just find something that you've written prostituted on his site.
An Example of Khary's Foolery:
* The Truth was originally posted by Raven. Khary took this post & made it his own as well.
There is nothing worse than being hot, sticky, moody, crampy & on your period. This has to be one of the worst feelings ever. Men just don't understand it. A male co-worker walked up to me yesterday and jokingly said, "You look like you're having your period. It can't be that bad." I looked at like as if to say WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY? How does a woman look like she's on her period? Granted...I am, but when a woman is in really cranky, men should be weary of saying stuff like that. I said, "Yes it is THAT bad. Please get away from me before you make it worse!"
A woman is 20 times more evil when she's flowing, so just step back homey. Women are more likely to kill during this period. Okay...that's not a scientific, but I'm willing to bet money that the majority of women who've gone on killing rages have either been or about to come on their period. Look it up. Cramps are a monster. Really bad cramps can make a woman lose all of her senses and go crazy. And I'm not talking about mild discomfort here. I'm talking about the kind of cramps that makes a woman wish that she were paralyzed from the abdomen down because it hurts to stand, walk, turn and sit. These are the cramps that can send a woman into rage because Midol, Advil, Aleve, Tylenol w/ Codeine and any other pain medicine that you can think of just isn't doing the job! A man will NEVER understand this pain.
Happy Birthday to Lashundra I believe she's turning 43 tomorrow...if I'm not mistaking (Ha!). Anyway...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHUN!!!!!!
Posted by Timi at 3:26 PM
July 24, 2004
I'm Too Old For This...
Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second. I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records -Rush, Talib Kweli
Today was not a very good day. Well...it didn't start out that way. I awakened in a wonderful mood. I got up, read my morning scripture, did my daily devotion & and read a little of my book entitled, "When People Are Big & God Is Small". I wasn't upset about being on-call for work. I went for a morning walk, and I even had a conversation with some new neighbors (Yes, the ones that moved in at 12am). I was just overly jolly. I decided that I'd run a few errands before showing my face in the office. And that's when my day went awry.
I headed over to the North Side of the city to pick up something from a cousin. Once I left my cousin's house, I decided that I wanted a water ice from Rita's on Market St. I left Rita's & decided that it would be a good idea to get lunch from G&P because I knew that if it got busy at work, then I'd have no time to leave out for lunch. So I parked down the street from G&P. I got out of my car and proceed up the street. The 3 women were walking towards me. Two gave me dirty looks. The other wasn't paying attention to me. I heard one of the women say, "I'm not moving, so she can just slide to the right."
I was cool. My motto is to be non-confrontational. I'm a dignified girl. I'm mature & I'm a Christian, so there is no reason for me to be out acting a fool. I stepped to the right and I kept walking. I noticed that when I moved to the right, the chick who made the comment scooted a little left. I didn't pay it much attention, so I moved little to the right again being cautious as to not brush up against someone's fence. The lady moved more to the left, and we bumped shoulders when we passed by each other. Then a big issue ensued. She said, "I know this bourgeois a** girl did not just bump into me!" Once again, I tried to be the mature one. I said, "Pardon me. I'm really sorry. I did not mean to bump into you."
I proceeded up the street again. She starts running off at her mouth and begins to walk my way. Her friends were laughing. She was talking some real serious stuff to me. I let it ride. She ran up on me & by this time a crowd was beginning to watch. I stopped at the corner of 29th St. and I turned around. She was about 5 or 6 ft away from me. She was still running her trap. I said, "Look. I said that I was sorry. I'd appreciate it if you just let me go on my way." She seemed to get louder after that. She called me a white chick who didn't belong on that side of town. She told me that "Goody" chicks get beat down in the hood. The verbal assaults just kept coming.
All the while, I'm getting angrier and angrier. I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I refused to cry. I would not give this heifer the satisfaction. All the while, I'm forgetting the fact that I'm dignified, I'm mature, I'm educated & I'm a Christian. I'm putting aside the analytical peacemaking instincts that reside within me. My hood instincts began to cloud all that was my being at that point. The Black College Grad who now slaves in Corporate America slowly crept out, and "The Little Black Girl from 5th St. who had to learn to fight to protect herself" took over. A girl that I grew up with just happened to be in the vicinity. She ran over to me, and asked me everything was cool. She saw the angry resentment in my eyes. She didn't say anything. Without asking, she took my purse, told me to give her my glasses and stepped back.
The girl was still running her mouth. So I walked up to her and threw my fists up. I said, "You got more mouth than action. What's up?" She took off her chain & some other stuff. She began to walk closer to me. She got within about 3 feet of me and she stopped. Had she taken another step toward me, I would've started swinging. I began to walk closer to her and she stepped back. She said, "I'm not going to fight you. I just bought this outfit." I was like, "Nah. You had all that mouth. Fight me!" She began talking again, but this time she was walking away talking the trash. One of the girls with her stepped in front of me. I back up in position to swing on her too. She assures me that everything is ok and that she doesn't want any beef. She apologized for her friend, and told me that fighting wasn't worth it.
She helped me come to my senses. I'm too old to be street brawling. I took my purse, put on my glasses, went back to my car & drove off. I was still really angry. I began to cry. I should've walked off. But I know, had I walked off, she would've snuck me from behind. That's still no excuse. I'm to turn the other cheek right? As much as I hate to admit it, I have not mastered the "turn the other cheek" philosophy quite yet. I'm not there in my walk with Christ at this moment. I still feel awful about what happened. Why me? Why am I always the one who gets put to the test? This is not cool. This is not cool at all.
Posted by Timi at 11:22 PM
July 22, 2004
Take Heed to Warnings
My cold is breaking. I've managed to infect 3 people with my germs, but I'm starting to feel so much better. My brother drank my orange juice when I specifically warned him not to. Now he's sick. My little cousin insisted on hanging out with me the other day. Now she's sick. My cousin drank my water that I left in the fridge. Now she's sick too. They can't say that I didn't warn them of my sickness. See this is what I mean when I be saying that when people give you warnings...it's for your own good.
Speaking of warnings. My aunt had a big dinner gathering the other day. She allowed one lady to make a few cakes. This lady is old and she just doesn't give a crap about the things she says or does. Anyway...this lady is notorious for digging in her nose & playing with her boogers. I warned my aunt not to let this lady make the cakes. My aunt didn't take head to my warnings. The lady made 2 cakes. While the lady was in the kitchen, icing one of the cakes, my aunt walked into the kitchen. She saw the lady lick the knife, stick the knife back into the icing & continue to spread it over the cake.
My aunt didn't say anything to her. She said that the lady just continued on icing as if nothing had ever happened. Then the lady dug up her nose & wiped a booger on her apron. My aunt said that she was grossed out. The lady told my aunt that she was done with the cakes. My aunt took the cakes and sat them aside far away from the other food. She told me to make sure that nobody touched the cake. I begged her to let me throw them away, but my aunt didn't want to hurt the lady's feelings. I was like "Screw her feelings! That's nasty."
So anyway, everyone has eaten. Most of us got a piece of the cake THAT MY COUSIN MADE. Her cake was gone quickly because nobody else was trying to eat the old lady's cake. My cousin Brian was complaining that he didn't get any cake. The old lady said, "Where are my cakes? Give Brian some cake." Brian didn't know this lady, so he didn't know that she's notorious for booger pickin & other nasty indecencies. Brian agreed to eat her cake. We warned him. My cousin Andy said, "Brian, don't eat that cake. I'm telling you because I love you big bro." He didn't listen. I said, "Brian if you what was up, then you wouldn't eat that cake." He told me to him what was up, but when I was trying to tell him, the old lady walked him. I said, "Brian you've already had enough to eat. You don't need that cake." The lady told me that I shouldn't tell him what he needs. Brian said, "I'm a grown man. I'll eat whatever I want to eat." I didn't say anything else. He ate two pieces of the cake and was about to eat a third when Andy said, "You know she was diggin in her nose & she licked the knife a few times while making the cake that you just cant get enough of."
He gets upset. He didn't believe her, so he asked me. I confirmed what Andy told him. He then asked my aunt & the look on her face said it all. We all started laughing. He was upset with us. He said, "That's messed up. You could've told me!" We just laughed even harder. The dummy.
Lisa said that Thursday's are "Post A Conversation" day, so I decided to post a conversation between myself and my friend Eric...
bigblackfist (11:35:42 AM): A homeless dude called me a punk b**** this morning.
U S S Clueless (11:36:00 AM): LOL!! Why? What did you do to him?
bigblackfist (11:36:32 AM): Nothing. He asked me for $1. I told him that I didn't have change.
U S S Clueless (11:36:58 AM): And that provoked him to say what was said?
bigblackfist (11:38:42 AM): I told him to give me a minute to get some change. He told my black @$$ to give him the whole 20. I said hell no.
U S S Clueless (11:39:07 AM): No he didn't ask for the whole 20?
bigblackfist (11:42:11 AM): Yea he did. First he called me a cheap nigga and told me that I need to learn some compassion.
U S S Clueless (11:43:23 AM): I'm mad he was schoolin you about compassion. That's funny.
bigblackfist (11:44:16 AM): That aint funny man. I told him that I am compassionate and that my compassionate negro @$$ was about to give him a dollar until he started runnin his mouth.
U S S Clueless (11:45:19 AM): Right. That was a bit ungrateful of him.
bigblackfist (11:46:09 AM): Then this fool bucked at me. He threw his hands up like "What Nigga!"
U S S Clueless (11:48:08 AM): LOL. Stop lying!
bigblackfist (11:49:02 AM): I'm swear yo! I walked away. I wasn't trying to get arrested for whoopin some homeless dude's @$$.
U S S Clueless (11:54:40 AM): I know that's right. I'm not trying to bail you out Eric.
bigblackfist (11:57:25 AM): As I was walking away he said "You better run you punk b****". I just kept walking.
U S S Clueless (11:57:47 AM): He got gangsta with you. That's crazy
U S S Clueless (11:58:29 AM): You probably said something else to him. I know you.
bigblackfist (11:59:17 AM): Erythang on my life shawty! I didn't.
U S S Clueless (11:59:24 AM): Mmmm Hmmm
U S S Clueless (12:00:08 PM): I saw this homeless lady with a dog once. How you gone be homeless with a dog?
bigblackfist (12:00:49 PM): What kind of dog? LOL
U S S Clueless (12:02:56 PM): It was a big dog. It looked one one of those huge sheep dogs. It looked fat & lazy...like my Uncle Joe's dog.
bigblackfist (12:03:15 PM): Like that joker aint been missin no meals huh?
U S S Clueless (12:03:23 PM): EXACTLY!! LOL
U S S Clueless (12:04:30 PM): Like it was waiting for his next feeding.
bigblackfist (12:06:14 PM): What did the lady look like? She was fat wasn't she?
U S S Clueless (12:06:27 PM): yea........LOL!!!
bigblackfist (12:06:59 PM): You gone to hell in gasoline drawlz for laughing.
U S S Clueless (12:07:37 PM): Shut up! You laughed to.
bigblackfist (12:07:50 PM): But I'm not going to hell.
U S S Clueless (12:08:09 PM): Neither am I. I think you do need to learn some compassion.
bigblackfist (12:08:16 PM): F*** That!!
U S S Clueless (12:08:23 PM): See....
bigblackfist (12:08:38 PM): I didn't mean that. Forgive me Lord.
U S S Clueless (12:08:59 PM): Mmmm hmmm
bigblackfist (12:11:48 PM): Im off to lunch
Posted by Timi at 12:54 PM
July 20, 2004
Sentenced to Death
Last night, I had the most horrible dream. It scared the crap out of me. I don't know what the dream means (if it even had a meaning) or what it symbolized in my present life, but the dream shook me. It was one of those long dreams that seem like they'll never end.
I dreamed that I was a prisoner on death row. In the dream, I was transformed into a white woman accused of a crime that I did not commit. I was a school teacher accused of killing another school teacher & some students. I was in Detroit during the time that the murders took place, but nobody seemed to care very much about that. I was brought to trial, the jury found me guilty of 6 counts of capital murder & I was sentenced to 6 deaths.
My mother was crying. She and I were trying to convince everyone that I was a black a 20 something woman that had nothing to do with this crime. They really had the wrong person. Of course everyone thought we were lunatics because they see me as a white woman. I was trying to find someone who would here my story. Nobody, but my mother & my father believed me. I was shipped off to prison to await my time to die.
The prison was horrible. It was like some Green Mile type stuff. My cell was extremely small. When I laid down, I could barely stretch my legs completely. I had no bed. I was forced to sleep on the floor. There were bugs and rodents crawling around me. There was no toilet nor septic system...only a little bucket in the corner that the rodents jumped in and out of. I begged one guard to help me. He said that the only way he'd help me if I'd do him a "favor". I know what favor he wanted. I wanted to refuse, but I really was in no position to say no. He took me into this little room. I told him that I was a virgin. He just smiled & went about his business. After it was over, I cried & begged God to forgive me for what I had just consented to. I felt so dirty. I did, however, get a better cell, better food & a friendlier guard. I don't know what happened to Mr. Favor, but he never reappeared in the dream.
I don't remember exactly how long I was imprisoned before I was sent off to die. But it just seemed like everything had flashed forward to my day of destruction. The friendly guard came to lead me down the "Hall of Death" as they called it. As we walked, I cried my heart out. I was explaining to him that I didn't commit this horrible crime. I told him that I'm a 25 year old black woman, and the person in question was a 30 something year old white woman. He began quoting scriptures to me. I began to cry again. He turned to me, grabbed my hand & said something like, "Everything is going to be ok."
When I arrived at the spot where I would die, I noticed that I was standing on a bridge. There were several people there to watch my emminant doom. I asked if I'd be put in the electric chair. The prison wardon told me that the electric chair was too good for me. I was put in a straight-jacket. The buckles were extra tight to ensure that I would not get out. An anchor was placed on my foot as well. Someone called my name (not the name of the white woman that I'm assumed to be), and I turned my head. When I turned, someone flashed my picture...temporarily blinding me. After my eyesight had been restored, I was guided down to the edge of this bridge. Once again, I heard someone call my name. I did not recognize the voice. The wardon told me that it was my mother. He allowed me to have one last conversation with my mother before I died.
I told my mother that I loved her. She told me to be strong & that she'll see me in Heaven. I remember trying to tell her that I'm innocent, but before the words came out of my mouth, she put a finger over my lips and said, "Baby I know." My mother hugged me then she was escorted off of the bridge in tears by the friendly guard. I was a wreck. I couldn't stop crying. The wardon read my last rights. He asked me if I had anything to say. I said, "God is my judge. I may not get justice in this world, but He'll redeem me in the next." The wardon said, "Don't hold your breath too long." Then he pushed me from the bridge into the water. While under the water, I was tossing & turning. I held my breath for what seemed to be an eternity. Somehow I floated beneath the bridge and touched the surface. By some act of God, the anchor slipped off of my foot and I was able to kick my feet. I took several deep breaths while at the water's surface. I was unable to keep myself stable because I couldn't use my arms for leverage. I began to sink again.
I allowed myself to sink. I was next to a rock, and I began to rub up against the rock in hopes of release some of the straight-jackets buckles. I was on some McGuyver type stuff for real. The two tightest buckles were released. I was able to get myself out of the straight jacket. I began to swim off when I heard someone yell, "There's her body!" I knew that I wouldn't be able to escape without someone seeing me. So, I pretended to be dead. I allowed the current to drift my body. I was pulled out of the water. Someone pronounced me dead. My body was dragged to the morgue. I was about to be placed onto a table, when the wardon said that he wanted use my body for an experiment. I was afraid. So I pretended as if I was choking. I heard screaming & stuff. The wardon yelled, "She's not dead. Go get the injection!" There was nobody around to complete his request because they had all run off when I started choking. He left to get it himself...and that was my cue to BE OUT!
I ran off. I don't know where I was running off too, but I was just running. I was running for forever, when I saw what appeared to be an apartment building. I entered the apartment building. I grabbed a phone & I called my mother. She thought that I was a prank caller. I told her that it was really me. She didn't believe me and she hung up on me. I managed to hide in the laundry room behind a stack of laundry. I slept there for the night. In the morning, I was greeted by an elderly lady. I was half-sleep so I didn't instantly recognize her. After a few moments, I realized that this elderly lady was my Mom-Mom. She told me that I needed to surrender myself because I wouldn't be able to live in hiding. I was hearing no parts of that. She took me into her apartment, I got showered, put on some fresh cloths & I ate. I called my mother again. This time she believed me. She told me that she was coming to get me.
I put on some sun glasses, a wig & a hat. I had magically reappeared as a black woman as well, so that would definitely help my cause. I headed downstairs to the main entrance of this apartment building. I saw a bunch of cop cars & stuff. I walked past them because none of them recognized me as a black woman. There was a festival going on down the street. I walked down to the festival. While walking, I saw my mother. She instantly recognized me. She yelled out my real name. I was excited to see her, believing that the horror was over. It wasn't. The prison wardon popped up from out of nowhere & grabbed me. He told me that I had to die. I began pleading my case again. Festival attendees began to take my side. A lawyer in the crowd said that I should be re-tried & he would represent me. The wardon wouldn't listen. He said that I would be sentenced to death by a firing squad for my disobedience.
I fought with the wardon. He put a needle in my arm. I blacked out. When I awakened, I found myself strapped to a wall. In front of me were several men bearing guns and they all had their weapons pointed at me. One of the gunmen said, "Any last words?" I said, "God is my judge. I may not get justice in this world, but He'll redeem me in the next." I heard 2 gunshots. One hit me in the shoulder, and I was abruptly awakened out of my sleep.
It was brother. He had his hand on my shoulder and a concerned look on his face. He told me that I was talking & fighting with my covers while I was asleep. I told him that I was ok. He left my bedroom. I sat on the bed for a while touching my face & my arms. I grabbed at my t-shirt to make sure that it wasn't a prison uniform. I grabbed my pillow & clenched it tightly. I began to cry & I couldn't stop crying. That dream scared the hell out of me.
Posted by Timi at 12:39 PM
July 15, 2004
Summer Cold?
I have managed to catch a cold. How does one catch a cold in the summertime? I don't know, but I've been bitten with some kind of bug. My throat is sore. I can hardly talk. I can't breath out of my nose. My nose is leaking like a faucet (TMI...I know). I feel fatigued, and the last time I checked, my temp was at 102. That's REALLY not good.
The cause of this cold has to be from driving through the mountains with my windows down. It rained the entire way & it was cold. Or...the cause could be a shift in the climate temperatures. It was butt nekit hot in Columbus, but it was rainy & chilly when I got back home. I don't know. I just know that I feel like I need my mommy to make me some soup & tuck me into bed. *sneeze* A cold in the middle of the summer. What kind of craziness is this...
[EDIT] The doc says that I have a nasty Upper Respiratory Infection. That's like a fancy name for a cold or the flu or something. He gave me some anti-biotics and sent me home. I still feel like crap. My ears hurt, my chest hurts, my throat hurts...every dang on thing hurts. I must be some kind of special to catch a freaky cold during the summer... [EDIT]
Posted by Timi at 10:44 PM
Blog Filler
MT-Blacklist has been installed on my blog. Special thanks to Michael Paul for introducing me to the plugin. I didn't think I would need it until I checked my blog this afternoon & found 3 spam comments for Viagra. I installed it with the guidance of Monkie, and everything was swell. I even installed it for Ty because the spammers were having a field day on her site. Spammers are so wack!
I had a funny conversation with my friend via IM that I thought I'd post. I really have nothing else to post about and Lisa said that Thursdays are "Post a Convo In Your Blog" Day. So, here we go...
Mz: i'm wondering if it's in vain if my heart isn't really in it
U S S Clueless: Me too! I've been thinking about it WAY too much
U S S Clueless: and I havent even had it yet
Mz: lol
Mz: but for real
U S S Clueless: you confuse me Mz
Mz: is it in vain b/c they say if you think about it its like you've already done it
Mz: all i'm saying is if i've technically already done it i might as well enjoy it
U S S Clueless: no!
Mz: girl i confuse myself
U S S Clueless: you cant do that
Mz: lol, why not?
U S S Clueless: everybody thinks about sex
Mz: hmmm
U S S Clueless: I think what is meant is that if you think about it & want within your heart...you're guilty of doing it
U S S Clueless: but thats just a trick of them enemy to cause us to sin
Mz: ok, well i'm guilty
U S S Clueless: I think about sex....but I know that I shouldn't be doing it
Mz: if i'm already guilty why not enjoy it?
U S S Clueless: it's a battle of the mind
U S S Clueless: Free the mind
Mz: yeah, i know
Mz: errrrr, this sucks
Mz: i can't have a long engagment
U S S Clueless: Thats why we have to keep that word planted in us
Mz: see that's the good thing with T
Mz: we'll be married soon after engagement b/c we have such a long history
U S S Clueless: "Your word have I hidden in my heart...that I might not sin against you"
Mz: with anyone else i'll have to be engaged for a few years if not fie and i'm bound to lose my mind
U S S Clueless: girl...if you have to be engage for than a year...you shouldnt be gettin married anyway
U S S Clueless: Men be doing that crap to put the pootang on lockdown
U S S Clueless: uhhh uhhhh negro...you better marry me right now
U S S Clueless: lol
Mz: wait
Mz: men do that to put the pootang on lockdown?
Mz: what do you mean by that?
U S S Clueless: Men ask you to marry them and then be settin dates for like 3 years later
U S S Clueless: lol
Mz: ok
U S S Clueless: I said that people shouldn't be engaged for more than a year
Mz: but i dont think i'd have a prob with that
Mz: especially if you're having a huge wedding
Mz: i'd need the time to plan and save money
Mz: what did you mean when you said they do that to put the pootang on lockdown???
Mz: i thought it was funny but i want to know what it means
U S S Clueless: well then plan the wedding before you get engaged
U S S Clueless: the longer the engagement...the longer the temptation
Mz: lol
Mz: yeah, that is true
Mz: so how long would be the perfect engagement in your opinion?
U S S Clueless: Putting the pootang on lockdown means....they think that once they put the ring on your finger...then everything is set & final...the ring is pootang imprisonment
U S S Clueless: lol
U S S Clueless: The perfect engaged is about year...perhaps a year & a half
Mz: but you just said if you have to be engaged more than a year you shouldn't be getting married
U S S Clueless: unless he cheats, or you get tired of his foolery, you are intrinsically tied to dude with a promise to marry
U S S Clueless: right...so skip the half!!!!!
U S S Clueless: lol
Mz: lol
Mz: you are silly
Mz: so you're saying that men do the ring thing to be sure you're not going anywhere
Mz: to be sure no one else is kicking it with you
Mz: i got you
U S S Clueless: 'zackly!
Mz: very true
Mz: you know me, i'd be the heifer to NOT wear the engagement ring
U S S Clueless: to make sure that you will not run back to Tyrone, the man that YOU should be with but dumped to be with him....
U S S Clueless: haha
Mz: LOL
Mz: you are a FOOL
Mz: but that is sooooo true
U S S Clueless: you know its true
U S S Clueless: lol
U S S Clueless: I aint neva lied
Mz: man, men are some slicksters
U S S Clueless: And every now & then one might REALLY be in love
U S S Clueless: So he says, "Baby you are my heart & my soul. Will you marry me"
U S S Clueless: This is the man that wants the big wedding because he knows that will make YOU happy and he is all about making YOU happy because he's just so head over hills in love with you. He'll make sure that he finds an express wedding planner so that you can have your dream wedding in 8-12 months
U S S Clueless: He understands the importance of waiting until the wedding night to have sex because he wants it to be extra special...WHY? Because thats what YOU want and ....he's what?
U S S Clueless: come on come on...keep up with me
U S S Clueless: RIGHT! He's all about making YOU happy
Mz: you are a hopeless romantic
U S S Clueless: No..Im just bored
Mz: lol
Posted by Timi at 2:55 AM
July 14, 2004
Back Home
I'm back in Delaware after a long weekend. I'm glad to be back. I get to lament about my weekend in my journal.
I had an interesting drive back home from Columbus...
Questions...
Upon my arrival home...
- Thank you Erin for sending me A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn
- Thanks to Quinton for sending me Paint Shop Pro 8 for Dummies
- Thanks to Jenny for sending me HTML for the World WideWeb
- Thanks to the mystery person for sending me Dominion by Randy Alcorn
You guys are such angels. I appreciate your kindness in so many ways that you just can't imagine.
Posted by Timi at 4:59 PM
July 12, 2004
Birthday? What Birthday pt. 2
I was really upset. I was angry with my friends. I could've stayed in DE an extra day instead of leaving early to hang with them. I sat on my bed & I started to cry. I was already feeling tons of anxiety about my 25th birthday. I have been on an emotional rollercoaster lately just dealing with things in my life. So, I really didn't need this kind of agonizing disappointment to deal with on my birthday. I took a 30 minute nap. I decided that I would enjoy my birthday alone. Columbus is a college town, surely I'd find some college kids to party with.
I jumped in the shower. While in the shower, I began to think of all of my friends WHO KNEW it was birthday but didn't call me. I began to name family members aloud & curse them out. I began to cry again while in the shower. I think I spent a good 45 minutes in the shower. I was interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door. I assumed that it was the cleaning lady...but why would the cleaning lady be stopping by this late in the evening? The person on the other end of the door says, "Ma'am. We at the hotel are all about water conservation & our water meter shows, that you've been the shower for 2 hours. We only allow 20 minutes for showering. Each 5 minutes afterwards is $5."
I was like, "What? You're going to charge me to clean myself?" The person on the other end of the door explains this so-called policy & tells me that if I didn't like it, I could find another hotel. I caught an attitude as usual. I put on my robe, opened the bathroom door preparing to curse this chick out & there in front of me stood my 3 best friends & another friend from college. They all burst out in laughter. Then they shouted, "Happy Birthday" and gave me gifts. I asked them how they got into the room. My one friend, who made the room reservations for me, told me that she booked the room for two under my name, so all she had to do was say that she was the other person in the room, show ID & the hotel guy gave her a key.
Needless to say that I was very surprised. I cut my phone on to be greeted by 8 birthday greetings from both family & friends. My Columbus friend tells me that she is giving me a "surprise" party. We drove to her apartment in the cornfields. Once, I saw all the farm land, I knew that I was in for a LONG evening. She did the invitation list to "my party". She invited about 20 people from her school that I DID NOT know. I was not too thrilled about that.
I listened to these people spend hours talking about how much they loved their school, their church & their pastor. I was bored out of my mind. I really had my heart set on spending the evening with my girlfriends. I wanted this to be an exclusive party...I didn't know those people! By the topics of their conversations, they didn't care to know me either. They just wanted free food. The greedy freeloaders! One chick spent a half hour trying to convince me that the degradation of humankind was the fault of homosexuals and that the "market" for corporations is not growing because of the increase of abortions in society. I was begging God to end the night, so that I could go back to my hotel & drown my sorrows in biggest container of ice cream that I could find.
When the night ended, it was about 11pm. I decided that it was too late to try to make it back to the hotel alone, so I stayed at my friends apartment. On Sunday morning, I awakened, drove back to the hotel & got dressed to make it on time to orientation. My friends visited again & we had lunch together. After that, they all left & I was back in orientation.
Now I'm back in the hotel room. I'm happy that my friends showed up, but I'm disgusted because my birthday sucked & I have to get up at 8am to attend this bogus training. UGH!!!!!! I knew their was reason that I couldn't get too excited for my birthday...
Posted by Timi at 2:41 AM
Birthday? What Birthday? pt. 1
Right now, I am sitting in a hotel room asking myself why in the world am I even here. My job training thingy began early Sunday afternoon. It was so boring. Plus, I was still angry at how my birthday turned out.
Speaking of my birthday...
Allow me to tell you how my day turned out. I knew that I would have the job training on Sunday & Monday. I allowed my bestfriends to convince to leave on Friday, so that I'd have my birthday to spend with them. Cool. I was ok with that. I packed up my car & headed to Ohio two days early. Along the way, I was to pick up my friend in Pittsburgh. So, I'm on the PA Turnpike & I get a call from my friend telling me not to pick her up. She forgot that she had a project to turn in, so she was scrambling to get it done ASAP. She said that she would drive to Columbus on Saturday for my birthday. I was disappointed but I had no choice but to accept that.
I finally arrived in Columbus. I met up with 2 co-workers and we went out to dinner. That was ok. I went back to the hotel & I went to sleep. I wake up 11:55pm Friday evening expecting a barrage of calls from people wishing me a happy birthday. I had one friend call me at 12:05, but I missed his call. Another sent a text message. I wait for 45 minutes to see if another person would call. Nobody called. I was beginning to get a little ticked. I shut my phone off & I went to sleep.
I awakened at about 7:30am. I checked my phone & I had recieved one message. And that wasn't even a birthday message. As the morning progressed, I recieved a call from my friend who stays in Columbus. She says that she is unable to hang out with me for my birthday because she had an emergency back home in DE. She told me that she was sorry. I said it's ok. My 3rd friend called me & said, "I'm still in DE. My car broke down. I'll make it to Columbus, but it's going to be really late."
By this time, it was 11am, people still had yet to call me and I was pissed off. I just knew that I was destined to spend my 25th birthday in a hotel room. Once again, I shut my phone off. So at around 12pm, I decided that I'd drive to the Easton Town Center to indulge myself on my birthday. I did shopping. I spent money that I didn't have. I bought these really cute sandals from Steve Madden. Once, I left Easton, I drove to Dave & Busters. I played a bunch of games, won about 700 tickets and gave them away to another little girl who was celebrating her birthday as well. This child had me shooting hoops to win tickets for her. I actually enjoyed bringing a smile to her face. The time was now 4:30. I drove back to the hotel. I checked my phone...STILL no calls from anyone. Not even family! I was not happy.
Posted by Timi at 2:38 AM
July 9, 2004
The Countdown
1 day and counting...July 10th is no longer a month away. It's TOMORROW! I'm still filled with Anxiety about turning 25. I should be excited. I'm in the early stages of my prime. I'm a work in progress. God is still preparing the Table Of Contents to my life's story. So why am I so troubled? I don't know. I'm sure that I'll be over this by the time I turn 26.
Someone sent me a birthday present via my Amazon Wishlist. I really wasn't expecting that, so THANK YOU SO MUCH. I really wished that you had given a real identity though. I have no clue who you are. But you are truly an angel. I was just in the Family Christian Store the other day about to purchase Dominion by Randy Alcorn. I decided not to & when I got home, the UPS gave me the package. Whoever you are, thanks a million. :)
Later today, I will be traveling to OH. I will be attending a job training & while there, I'm going to meet up with some friends. So, after today, I'll be MIA until Tuesday or early Wednesday
I got my new phone yesterday. I was at work when it arrived. My cousin Andy signed for it. I didn't activate it until after 11pm because I arrived home late. I called Sprint & the rep programmed the new phone. This was at about 11:15pm. It's now 1:25am & the phone still isn't propagated. I was told that it would take about 3 hours for the phone to work properly. So later today, I SHOULD have full service on the phone.
I'm up at almost 2am noddin my head to Self Destruction.
A yo here's a situation. Idioticy. Nonsense violence. Not a good policy. Therefore we must ignore fightin & fussin. Heav is at the door, so they'll be no bum-rushin. Let's get together because we're fallin apart. I heard a brotha shot another...it broke my heart. I don't understand the difficulty people. Love your brother. Treat him as an equal. They us animals. Mmm Mmm I don't agree with them. I'll prove em wrong, but right is what you're proving em...That joint is still relevant 15 years AFTER it's release.
OK. I need to take my butt to bed because I have a long trip ahead me. So until then...check out the Brain Food in my blogroll...
P.S.- If you forget to wish me a Happy Birthday, I will never forgive you. LOL.
Posted by Timi at 1:56 AM
July 7, 2004
Like Woe! #3
Woe To Stupid People
If someone tells you not to do something for the benefit of your own good, then don't do it. Save yourself the embarassment & humiliation of being proved an idiot. We have a broken copier at work. Usually when it shuts down, one can stick his hand inside of an open area on the copier & flip a switch. However, because of the severity of the broken copier, trying to stick a hand inside of the open area & flipping the switch would've been a VERY bad idea. Not only was it a bad idea, but it was also a risky task considering that one could recieve an electrical shock trying to mess with this machine.
I put a sign up on the machine telling everyone to leave it alone. You there ALWAYS has to be one dummy that will not follow instructions. This guy goes over to the copier. He starts ranting about it not working. He looks up at the note that's above the copier. He plugs the machine into the electrical socket. He removes the out of order sign that's on the copier. I said, "The machine is broken. Please, for your sake, leave it alone." He doesn't listen to me. A manager & I just sat back and watched this fool make a complete arse of himself. It was comedy.
The guy proceeds to stick his hand inside of the open area of the copier. He fumbles his hand around for a second or two. Then all of a sudden we hear, "AHHHHHHH!" I wanted to run over to him and ask was he ok, but I was laughing too hard. Not only did this fool get shocked, but his hand got stuck inside of the machine. Everytime he tried to remove his hand, he got shocked by a loose wire inside of the copier. He was snapping. He was cussing and everything. The more angry he got, the harder I laughed. It was so funny. Some technician guy helped him get his hand out of the copier. Dude's face was so red. I could tell that he was completely embarassed. That's what he gets. Maybe next time he'll listen to somebody.
Woe To Ignorance
This evening, I broke up a fight at work. A female co-worker snapped out on a male co-worker. This male co-worker is the same guy who had the audacity to ask if I & another co-worker were lesbians. The female co-worker is the other chick he questioned about being a lesbian. Today, he pissed her off. She was trying to help him with something & he got upset. He called her a stupid black devil bitch. She SNAPPED OUT! I have NEVER in my life seen anyone flip the way this girl flipped out.
I was standing next to him when all of this took place. I saw her charging towards him, and I immediately jumped in front of her and grabbed her. She was crying and cussing him out. I was holding her back. She picked up a stapler and threw it at him. She was tossing books at him. She tried to pick up a table & throw it at him. We were trying to calm her down. I was holding her & just telling her that it's going to be ok. I told her that losing her job over an idiot really isn't worth it...especially since she has a child. She was strong. I got a work-out trying to hold her back. The whole time I held her back, I was praying that God would give me the strength to contain her & that He would calm her spirit.
She was flipping out. She's and I are about the same height, so I was sort of bear hugging her & whispering words of encouragement in her hear. I was like, "God please help me hold this girl because if I let her go, she is going to kill him." In fact, she threatened to kill him. I managed to back her into a corner & another co-worker stood in back of me for assurance. He was trying to calm her down as well. The guy standing behind me told the male co-worker to get out and go home. The guy left. He was scared. I don't think he expected her to flip out like that.
She's Jamaican. She kept saying, "I'm Jamaican & I'm crazy." I believed her. She cussed him out in Patois. She called him every "clot" known to man. She used bloodclot, rasclot, bumbleclot, puddyclot, tippyclot & any other "clot" you can think of. They sounded vicious & deliberate. I don't know what they mean...I just know that I'm glad that I wasn't on the recieving end of her clots nor her anger. I think she may have even cursed him out in Chinese. LOL.
When everything had calmed down hours later, she approached me & said, "Thank You". I told her that I'm not the one that she should be thanking. I joked around with her to have a few laughs. I told her that I had to puff on my inhaler a few times after I finally let her go. Shooo...she almost gave me an asthma attack. Needless to say, the male co-worker probably will be fired after this incident.
Posted by Timi at 11:31 PM
Like Woe! #2
Woe to My Co-Worker
This punk had the audacity to ask me if I were a lesbian. I guess it wouldn't have offended me as much if it weren't random. He just asked me this ish out the blue. I nor the other person he aired the question was expecting it. I was talking with another co-worker. She & I were laughing about some jokes on Chris Rocks latest Comedy Stand-up. This dude dampens our mood with that question. He said that he was only joking, and I believe him BUT you don't ask nobody some random crap like that. That's how rumors get started. This is the same guy who calls me Tramaine. I'm really starting to believe that he is retarded...and I don't mean that in a funny way.
Woe to People Who Talk On Cell Phones While Driving
This annoys me so much. Not only does it annoy me, but it's dangerous. You're not completely focused on driving, when you're on the phone. That too is VERY inconsiderate. How hard is it to put the phone down & pay attention to the road. Today some chick talking on her cell phone made an illegal left turn & in the process smacked right into the side of an oncoming car. By the expression on her face, you could tell that she wasn't paying attention & that the collision caught her completely off guard.
Fortunately nobody was hurt in the crash, but the results could've been grim. There were a set of infant twins in the car. This girl's inattentiveness could've killed those babies. In fact, some chick's inattentiveness HAS killed a baby, which is why there are laws in this area forbidding the use of cell phones while driving. A few years ago, in Philadelphia, someone was talking on a cell phone & caused a crash. A baby girl died as a result of that crash. All because she wanted to run her yap on the phone & drive at the same time.
I feel very passionate about this issue. If my phone rings while I'm in the car, then I do not answer it. If you call me, and even give me the slightest hint that you are driving while talking to me, I'll make you call me back. Because I refuse to live with the sound of screeching metal & blood wrenching screams in my ears for the rest of my life as a result of you running into someone or something while trying to chat with me on the phone. I'd have to go to therapy 2 times a week because you couldn't wait to get to call me. HMPH!
Woe....
Oh yea, to my Australian readers...STAY AWAY FROM THE KANGAROOS. They only tell you this for your own good.
CANBERRA (Reuters) - Australians living in the nation's drought-ravaged capital were warned on Wednesday to keep their distance from aggressive kangaroos after the iconic marsupials attacked one woman and killed a pet dog.That says it all right there. But you people still will not take heed to the warnings.
...Another woman told how a kangaroo drowned one of the four dogs she was walking with a friend, attacking it in a pond and holding it under the water with its hind legs while it hit out at one of the other dogs with its front legs.Oh Snap! So the Kangaroo was drowning one dog from behind & beatin down another dog from the front. That's gangsta. LOL. Ya'll better leave those Kangaroos alone. This is a "When Animals Attack" segment waiting to happen. And ya'll know that's my favorite show..."My friend started shouting: 'There's a kangaroo in the pond. It's got Summer'. It was surreal, like your worst nightmare," Christine Canham told the Canberra Times newspaper.
"She was screaming and screaming. The kangaroo just stared back at us. I will never forget that."
Posted by Timi at 10:57 PM
Like Woe! #1
Birthday Woes
I'll be 25 in 3 days. Saturday, July 10th to be exact. As my birthday nears, I'm becoming more & more weary. I feel more uncertain about where my life is headed. I'll be 25 & still as clueless as I was as a freshman in college. I'm at this crossroads in my life, and turning 25 is making me want to turn around & run away. About a week ago, I was excited about this day approaching. Now I feel rather solemn.
I feel like my day is going to suck majorly. I'll be in Ohio & I plan to hook up with my bestfriends while there, but I deep down I'll still feel rather depressed about the whole occassion. I hope that these are just silly emotions & that I'll have the birthday of a lifetime.
Even in a very moody state, I still enjoy gifts.
Cellular Woes
I'm going absolutely bonkers without my phone. The folks phone does not have long distance (special thanks to my baby bro), so I can't call out. This is just a mess. Today I called Verizon & inquired about a cellular service switch. I like what they had to offer. Tomorrow, I'm calling T-Mobile. My contract with Sprint is over in October, so it's pointless to cancel now & pay $150 that I really don't can't spare.
Woe Is the UPS Man
I left a note on my day telling the UPS guy to leave my phone with my neighbor across the street if he got no answer at my door. Well...I wasn't home. What was the UPS guy supposed to do? He was supposed to allow my neighbor to sign for it. This dude, writes me out a ticket saying that he'll re-deliver my joint tomorrow! I get home & I see the little yellow & brown slip on my mailbox. I was heated! What's so hard about following instructions? I know he can read, or else he wouldn't be delivering people's packages. I could have my phone right now, but naw...homeboy gotta make my life more difficult!
[edit] I call UPS today & they tell me that the package that was delivered to my door was not my phone, but something from Amazon.com. I'm told that my phone is not scheduled for delivery to my place until tomorrow morning. MAN! I haven't ordered anything from Amazon.com. This stinks. [edit]
Woe To Nosey Folks
I've been getting your emails & IMs inquiring about who's my gay crush. I'm not telling you who he is. I refuse to play the guessing game with you as well. Chances are that you've named the person, and I'll still that you have it wrong. PLUS it's not a crush. It's just a little intrigue. He's an interesting fella. I have no hopes of meeting him. I don't want to hook up with him. I don't know what he looks like. I don't even know his real name. I've only read his writing & he's a great writer. So that's it. Nothing more & even than that. He's gay. He's not in the least bit concerned about my cute self. Ha! And even if he weren't gay, there still would be nothing poppin off because my heart beats for someone else.
I've only told 2 people who this person is, so I'll know who tells if the words leaks...YES THAT MEANS YOU GWENISHA JENKINS & AQUANETTA BROWN! You know who you are. LOL. Yea so umm the moral of this story is...Mind your business.
Woe To Inconsiderate Neighbors
Yo...it is 12:50 in the AM. Somebody tell me are my new neighbors JUST moving in to their place? They are being so loud. The kids are running around the neighborhood banging on people's doors & running. Words can't even describe how rude and inconsiderate this is. People have to work in the morning, and they are causing all kinds of noise issues. Another neighbor confronted them about the situation, but these fools want to act like they don't English. Shut the hell is universal. I don't care what country you hail from. If somebody screams those words at you, then you know they aren't saying "Welcome". There is absolutely no excuse for attempting to move in this late. They better had JUST arrived in DE from Mexico. I'm talking like...just left Mexico yesterday morning & arrived in Delaware just a few hours ago type excuse. But thats not the case, because when I left my place this morning, I saw somebody going in to the place. That was 8 this morning. THEY HAD ALL DANG ON DAY TO MOVE IN!!!!!!!
Sleep Woes
I can't sleep. Part of the problem is the racket being caused my the new neighbors, but that's not all. I've been having trouble sleeping for a little while now. My problem used to be nightmares, but they don't come as frequently anymore. I'll lay down in my bed, but I just cant make myself go to sleep. I'll be tired as all get out, but my body just won't rest. I'm pretty sure that this is just a ramification of my current state. I haven't had a good night's sleep in forever.
Posted by Timi at 1:17 AM
July 3, 2004
2 White People, A Black Baby & The Negro
Yesterday, I had lunch with some friends who are visiting from Cali. We went to Timothy's on the Riverfront. My friends are white, and they just adopted a black baby back in December. The baby is now 6 months, and she is just a doll. What's funny is that while we were out, people thought that the baby belonged to me. Why? Well...because I'm black and my friends are white.
My white friend & his wife were kissing & hugging all over the baby, and The Blacks were staring like "Why is she lettin those white folks touch her baby like that?" The Whites were staring like, "Which one is the mother?" It was so funny. We were at the table having a good time laughing at the stares we got.
A waitress walked over to our table, looked at me & said, "Your baby is so cute. How old is she?" I said, "Umm...." The baby's mother says, "She's 6 months." The waitress looked at me & said, "Ohhh how cute..." I wanted to die laughing. I really got a kick out of that.
Is it really that hard to grasp the idea of trans-racial adoption? White people adopt black children. And though it's not quite as common as the latter, black people adopt white children as well. Children need love that transcends the color boundaries. I have respect for ANYONE that would adopt & love a child as his own.
I understand the pros of the issue
- God is not a respecter of persons. He places children in families without regard to race or culture.
- Adoption is better than being a ward of the state
- ADA writes, "...It is unjust and destructive to deny a child a loving adoptive home only because the prospective adoptive parents are a different race from the child. Evidence from studies indicates that trans-racial adoptees do as well on various measures of psychological and social adjustments as children raised by same race parents in socio-economic circumstances that are similar"
- We must protect the identity of black children, because one day they grow up seeking to know about their history
- Black children should be adopted by black families
Afterall, how could you not look at this baby and just melt?
Posted by Timi at 1:10 AM
July 2, 2004
I Got 99 Problems...
and a dead phone is 1...
I have no phone...AGAIN. It's dead, dead, dead. My current phone will not charge because the charge outlet on the phone is missing an essential piece to hold a charger in place. The "grasper" thinger is completely missing. I don't know how that happened. I haven't dropped the phone so this is a mystery to me.
[edit] July 3, 2004 [/edit]
Today, I make my way to the Sprint Store for the second day in the row. I explain to them my problem. The Sprint rep writes out a trouble ticket. She tells me that it's going to take an hour to run a diagnotic test. I agree to leave & return in one hour. An hour passes, and I return. The rep pulls my ticket & my phone. She tells me that the charger port on my phone is broken. I say, "Right & that was the reason I brought the phone here."
She goes on to say that I need a new phone, but because my warranty on the current phone has expired, they can't offer me a new phone at the Sprint Store. She did remind me that I have insurance on my phone & I could have it replaced via Lockline, the company that oversee's Sprint's Equipment Replacement Program. I wasn't trying to hear that. I'm not paying for a new phone & I wasn't going to pay $35 for a refurbished piece of crap.
I'm supposed to have a year warranty on my phone, and it has not been a year since I had my phone. I explained that my last phone was stolen & the actual phone that I brought in was a phone given to me. I was under the impression that because the phone is question is considered "new" on my account that I would be get fresh 12 month warranty. The rep explained to me that this wasn't so. She said some crap about how the warranty applied to the stolen phone & that the stolen phone was only covered for 6 months.
SIX MONTHS!!!! So naturally, Timi started to get a bit upset. Why would I be told that I have a 12 month warranty when I got my phone, only to be told that it was covered for six months when I need that sucker replaced? The reps excuse was that my phone had visible scratches & any kind of physical wear & tear on the phone voids half of the warranty.
VISIBLE SCRATCHES? WHAT THE HELL? THEY CAN'T BE SERIOUS MAN
I really got an attitude.
Timi: You can't be serious? Warranties are voided over a scratch? Everybody has scratches on their phones. You get scratches on your phone just from removing it & replacing it inside of a case.
Sprint Lady: *stupid look on her face* That's still considered to be physical damage to a phone.
Timi: I can't believe this. This is insane! Do you realize how stupid that sounds. Because I have a scratch on my phone, my warranty is voided. The charger port is broken. Warranty's exist to fix problems like that. This just sounds like some BS you just made up to keep from replacing my phone.
Sprint Manager Dude: Whenever physical damage is visible, all contracts are void.
Timi: No! That's not what the Sprint replacement policy says. I've never heard of this before. And if there were changes made, then shouldn't customers have been notified?
Sprint Manager Dude: *stupid look on his face* That's our policy ma'am.
Timi: Policy eh? Does an insurance agent sell insurance to a buyer only to tell the family after that buyer dies that because he died of a heart attack his benefits are cut in half...simply because the policy required that he die of natural causes instead of hear combustion?
Sprint Lady: I'm sorry. There is nothing that I can do.
Timi: Yea right!
I left the store really angry. When I got home, I called the Sprint Customer Service line. I grilled the chick on the other end of the phone. I think I upset her because in about 10 minutes, I was talking to a manager. I grilled the manager, and all this sucker could offer me was some free minutes & 6 months of PCS Vision services.
Before the call ended, the manager says, "Ma'am, I see that you haven't been utilizing the Sprint PCS free nights & weekends beginning at 7pm. Would like you to add this to your place for just $5 a month?"
I said, "Let me ask you a question Jeffrey. How does one utilize night & weekend minutes beginning at 7pm IF SHE HAS A DEAD PHONE!!!!!!!!!!" He said, "Okay. Thank you for choosing Sprint. Have a great day."
The Fish-Eyed Fool!
So now I'm back to square one. I payed the $35 replacement fee deductible for a new phone. I threatened that if they send me a piece of crap like they sent me back in November, then they are going to be hearing quite alot from me again. I was told that I should be getting my new phone in 2-3 business days. So that mean it should be here by Wednesday at the latest.
*sighs* I have no phone until Wednesday. This sucks so bad!
Posted by Timi at 11:41 PM
July 1, 2004
The Storm Don't Last Always
In desolate times I wrestle at times/ Feeling so neglected at times rejected at times/ Hard to try to get out my mind hold to the soul/ Believing that its gonna be fine He's in control/ Letting go the walk in the know, forgetting the how/ Strong enough to wait for the when to weaken the now/ Put aside the question of why, this is allowed/ Running to the back of the line/ Looking for mine --Runnin, GRITS
I've been in a miserable funk for almost a month now. I've been trying to snap out of it. I'm in prayer. I have folk's praying for me. I'm trying to appear as if my faith is impenetrable, but to be honest, I've been worrying & doubting alot lately. I know that I won't always feel this way, but I wonder WHEN this burden will be lifted. I've even questioned my importance to God.
My brother said, "If God loves us so much, then why does he allow us to feel this kind of agony." I gave my brother every justification & scripture in the book to show him that God does love us. Then, in some kind weird ironic twist, I began to feel what my brother was feeling. Why would God allow this?
Then I realized that this is just a trick of the devil to keep me down. Michael Paul, over at Jesus Tribe, sent me a devotion via email a few days ago. The first line of the devotion stuck out to me. It read:
As a saint of God, my attitude toward sorrow and difficulty should not be to ask that they be prevented, but to ask that God protect me so that I may remain what He created me to be, in spite of all my fires of sorrow.I thought to myself, "Wow. If I could only get to that point." Then I thought, "Why am I allowing my pain & misery to prevent me from getting to that point where I can ask God keep me steadfast in the the midst of turmoil."
Why am I? To insert a lame excuse...Because it's alot easier said than done.
Posted by Timi at 2:18 AM