October 31, 2007

  • Just Writing

    I really don't have much to talk about.....

    A random woman on the Metro today asked me to look at an article in the Express.  It was about a Russian (?) man who murdered 32 people so he could use them as human pieces in a chess game.  WTF??????  We talked for a few minutes, despite the fact that I kept listening to my mp3 player.  Ms Lady didn't let it stop her from initiating conversation with me.  Clearly she isn't from this area.  I don't like watching the news up here or reading the newspaper - it's so disturbing to hear 90% of all the crime that occurred.  I have enough negativity.

    MSP and I were talking about how rude people are up here.  During the rain last week he overheard 2 women talking on the Metro.  One said as she left the credit union, a man had the audacity to ask her if he could walk under her umbrella with her.  The audacity....

    I carved a pumpkin last week.  When I came home yesterday, it had collapsed from molding.  I was hurt....pumpkins usually last a week - what did I do wrong?  Maybe it was the temperature change.......I'm still upset that I don't have my carved pumpkin for tomorrow.   Speaking of tomorrow, it's my Mommy's birthday.

    That's her!  She's always rocked an Afro.  She's a no nonsense type of woman.  My Mommy speaks the truth no matter what.  She's not perfect but I've realized how smart, loving, and caring she really is.  I didn't appreciate the woman my Mommy is when I was younger - I didn't like her.  I thought she was just mean for no reason.  We had a traditional parent/child relationship.  She was a firm believer in "A child should be seen and not heard."  I wished I had a mom like my other high school friends did - their moms were their friends.  They did so many different things with their moms.  I look back now and compare the relationships then and now.  I'm glad my Mommy was my Parent back then and my Friend now.  All of my high school friends don't like their moms now - they feel their moms are immature and weak women.  I know my Mommy is a respected and strong woman.  A lot of the things I remember not liking back then I can appreciate them now.  She's the one who tells me it's okay to change my mind - I can do anything and it's okay not to like it.  Don't be afraid to do something , anything.  She's the one who tells me when I'm effin' up.  She's the one who has my back, every single time. 

    She's taught me the importance of family through her actions over the years.  She worked every year to get my sisters and I everything on our Christmas lists.  Granted, it may not have been exactly what we wanted in terms of brand, size, etc. but she did what she could within her means to fulfill our wishes.  When she lost her good paying job during the Reagan/Bush years, she didn't worry us with her troubles, even though she had the responsibility of 3 extra children (our cousins lived with us for a few years).  We didn't find out until later and only then by happenstance.
     
    My Mommy is my first Shero.  I've always said she's been my Mommy and Daddy in my life.