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It’s Peanut Butter and Jelly Time

I’m sitting here in my English class bored than a mug…staring out the window watching it rain.  We had to critique an article and our rough draft is due tonight.  As I watch my teacher (actually he knows his stuff) go from student to student checking over each rough draft, I can’t help but to notice (as he sat next to me), that his breath smelled like hot bologna, motor oil and hazelnut cappuccino….man I miss blogging.  I haven’t blogged in a couple of days.  When I get bored, I get so scattered-brained….like now I’m thinking about what type of shoes am I gonna buy next…I guess I’m just in a joking mood, because dude that is in front of me has a big ‘ol head…shaped like a fish tank…hahahahaha….the chic across from me looks like Joe Frazier.

Those that know me, would tell you that I am a people person…but today just is not the day.  I was super busy at work and it was hotter than h e double hockey sticks today…..I didn’t get to take my normal nap, so I am cranky as all get out….YES!!! he just put a mento in his mouth….maybe he should shove the entire roll in his mouth…okay…that was wrong…but it was right.

I’m probably gonna be home all weekend by myself….the #1 and #2 decided to get Swayze (Ghost) on me….and I have basketball this weekend…ooh well…maybe I’ll go shopping…I plan on buying my kids a Wii and I need to get a few pictures, mirrors and an area rug for the house.  Okay, Frito Fred is ready to teach…dueces sideaways

“Always end the name of your child with a vowel, so that when you yell the name will carry.” – Bill Cosby

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Posted by on June 26, 2008 in Nothing about Nothing

 

God Selling Crack

Okay, this morning I was going through my normal routine at work…powering up my PC, checking my email, voicemails…blah blah blah…..trying to free some time this morning because I have some Algebra homework I need to do.  For those of you that have taken college level algebra, you know it is imperative that you stay on top of it.  I have a TON of homework and my next class meets Wednesday.  Tonight I have English (class is cool, teacher is boring). 

Anywho, I was looking at articles on Yahoo news and came across this God selling crack  …..instantly this headline grabbed my attention.  I debated on reading it because I KNEW it was going to be some garbage…but I decided against my better judgement and did….a big waste of time .  I’m flabbergasted that someone would name their child God.  Secondly, I’m flabbergasted that someone would name their child God….Oh yeah, did I say I was flabbergasted that someone would name their child God.  You get the picture.  Is anything sacred now-a-days? 

“Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.” – Malcolm X 

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Posted by on June 24, 2008 in Religious

 

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend

Let’s lighten the mood a bit.  I was sitting here talking to one of my dudes on the email.  He called his significant other, “girlfriend”.  Now it is all fine and dandy to have a “woman” but a 30 year old man can not have a “girlfriend”.  This is my question, when are you to old to call a “woman” your “girlfriend”?

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.”
– Albert Einstein

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Posted by on June 23, 2008 in Relationships

 

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Please tell me…..

…..what is wrong with women?  I mean this is a valid question!  Ladies I don’t mean anything derogatory by this question, but I guess I need a woman’s perspective on this one.  This somewhat piggybacks the conversation that we had the other day.  This post was spawed by a conversation I had with my dude the other day.  Also, I was sitting around yesterday flicking through channels and came across the movie “Boomerang”….man this is one of my favorite movies of all time…so me being me, I had to watch it.  Of course this had the gears spinning in my head.

Anywho, these two instances made me think about women and the ones I have encoutoured lately.  It just seems like 90% (don’t ask me how I came up with this figure) that I have interacted with (on many different levels…professionally, educational, friendship..etc.) have been either bitter, angry or desperate.  I know I might strike a nerve with this ladies (again I’m just curious), but it is like they all had some level of dysfunction…or some monsterous chip their carried around on their shoulder. 

Let me give you some examples…(The angry woman)….here’s the scene…I was at the mall talking to one of my employees and this lady got off the elevator directly in front of me.  If you know me at all, if I make eye contact with you, I’m gonna speak.  So we make eye contact…okay, first off her face was all curled up like she had a case of the BG’s (for those of you that don’t know what that is, it is the bubble guts…you have to do the #2…sorry about that one).  She is walking DIRECTLY in my direction.  This is what is going through my head as she approached me…man, what the heck is wrong with her….she looks like she has to take a dump….I hope that ain’t her everyday face….damn girl smile…okay she looked directly at you…she is walking in a line at you…speak…make her smile…it can’t be that bad….those are some nice shoes…okay, here she comes…Hey how are you doing”  Do you know this woman hit me with the beatbox (ya’ll know what the beatbox is…when someone talks to you and you make that psst psst noise)…then she gave me this FAKE smile and said, “hello.”…….Boy I was on FIRE…here are my thoughts after this happened.  I went straight into FU mode…what the hell, is she serious…..get the hell outta here….she obviously don’t have a clue who I am…I hope her skateboard face didn’t think I was trying to get at her…and if I was (which I don’t) women don’t react to me like that….man I ain’t know Boris Kojoe, but I damn sure ain’t the Crypt Keeper (got that line from Bertha)….I hope she boo boo on herself…man, women kill me…that is why I have issues with ya’ll now…she need a f’n man or something I mean for no reason ladies…she just blew me off like that.  I understand that she could have had a bad day or whatever, but to be nice, smile and say hi to someone is nothing.  I thought enough about her angry looking fish tank face to speak (okay, that was wrong, but she was ignant for no reason). 

Instance number two….(the bitter woman) see all the post from the other day…hahahhaha.

Instance number three…(the desperate woman)…all this one is gonna be good.  Okay ladies, I don’t want this to come off the wrong way…(I’m gonna set the backdrop here)….You might not believe me, but I promise…well it’s like this…I am 32 years old (just turned a month ago) and I would say that out of these 32 years, I have really been infatuated with women for like 23 of those years and out of all the years, I have attempted to talk to 2 women ( I can tell you both instances…once my senior year in high school and once when I was 21).  All other interaction with women have been initiated by women.  Not that I don’t like talking to women (I LOVE talking to women), it was just that women ALWAYS came at me.  I never had to come on to a women (not saying that I was a ladies man), it just always came easy (I’m just being real).  Okay, I’m about to have a transparent moment.  I have this saying I use all the time…”keep it one hundred”.  That means keep it real…be honest one hundred percent of the time, no matter what!  So I’m about to keep it one hunned (that is how I really say it).  Since my wife passed away, it is crazy because I mean, all types of women have tried to get at me.  It is like they are sharks…smell blood in the water.  It has been a plethora of women too…women that knew my wife (yeah that’s a hot mess), women that knew of her…even women that don’t even have a clue.  The acts of desperation are pathetic….sometimes, I sat back with one of my dudes and we can’t believe some of the stuff that women do and say to me.  I’m talking about women that are professional….in a business suit with the briefcase….to women that work at Burger King (I’m not knocking you…do what you do boo)…to pregnant women scattered in between.  For instance I have had things like (again, i’m not the male version of america’s top model) a women literally cut in front of me (while she is DRIVING) in a parking lot to talk to me….I have had women start up a conversation with one of my kids in the store to get at me….I have had women give me free food….discounts on shoes….offer me tickets to sporting events…so many things.

It has been so mind-boggling to see the extent of the things people.  Some women have just been straight forward… basically like, “this is what it is…can you mess with that?”  The real women…please tell me, what is it?  Is it just my luck of the draw?  What is it?

On another note I had a great weekend.  I didn’t make it to church yesterday, but my children and I listened to some Gospel music and read in Psalms, Mark and Revelations….we discussed this for about two hours…man it was awesome.  It is amazing to see childrens mind work and what they can comprehend when it comes to the Lord….I’m out…dueces sideways….

Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity. – Martin Luther King Jr

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Posted by on June 23, 2008 in Relationships

 

Ya’ll Must Thought I Forgot

The 2008 NBA Champs!!!  Number 17 Baby…

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2008 in Sports

 

My Kids

My kids are something that is so special, but they are some KNUCKLEHEADS!  I attend class Monday-Thursday from 6-8p so they are not usually home (and it is the summer), so they usually spend the night over a family members house maybe Mon-Weds.  On Thursdays they come home.  Since the passing of my wife, my support staff has been tremendous…they help out so much….anywho back to Number 1 and Number 2 (that is what I call them sometimes….I call them by other names, but I can’t share those with you…hahahahaha).  I picked them up after my class and basketball camp last night.  Okay let me give you some insight on these cats.  First off, they are spoiled rotten…and they prey on my emotions (especially #2, that is the girl).  I’m so hard on them, but as hard as I am, I’m just as soft.  For instance, #1 (my son) got in trouble at school (the second to last week of school) and I’ve been threatening to punish him ever since.  That was 4 weeks ago.  He knows I’m not gonna do anything….he’s probably laughing at me right now.

Sorry, I got sidetracked for a second.  #1 is like a human garbage disposal.  This dude eats like it is going out of style.  He is not big…I mean far as obese, but he is solid.  I call dude “chubby rain” (hahahaha)….okay what was I talking about again….They are so rotten, but so funny.  They are ALWAYS cracking on somebody.  They get that from me.  I got jokes all the time.  After all the festivities of yesterday, we got home about midnight.  Of course DJ (son) was hungry and KJ was sleepy.  So we are sitting at the table eating (I was eating some BBQ from a place here called Shield’s) and started talking.  Well during the convo at the table, they started to crack on each other….and they say some of the rawest things to each other.  I used to have a rule in my house, if it made me laugh, you didn’t get in trouble for it.  Now, I’m older I have to be more responsible…I have to moderate what they say…but don’t get me wrong, I sit back and just laugh most of the time.  They are brother and sister….they are gonna fight. 

It started by DJ telling KJ that her breath smelled like “hot choo choo train smoke”….hahahaha….that did it.  Needless to day she was UPPPPSET!  She called him a “fat teddy graham”….they went back and forth like this for over a hour….I love my children.  They actually came to work with me today.  I’m looking at two pictures of them on my desk right now…and they are so beautiful….but dang they are so bad….Children can’t live without them….

Your children need your presence more than your presents. – Jesse Jackson

Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them. – James Baldwin

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Posted by on June 20, 2008 in My Children

 

There is a time for everything…..

…..and a season for every activity under heaven.  I took this directly from the Bible.  This is going to be a longer post, so I apologize in advance. I know that I laugh and joke a whole lot.  Sometimes probably not at the right times.  I like to consider myself the consummate, organized, dysfunctional personality (the ultimate oxymoron).  I originally had intended on having two post for yesterday, but I got sidetracked and didn’t have the time.  Between work, school and basketball camp, there was no where to fit blogging in.  My dude ( he lives in Texas) and I talk all the time that we wish that there were like six more hours in the day.  Give me a 30 hour day.  That way I can get more accomplished and additionally I won’t get as old as fast (hahahahaha).

The intent of my second post for yesterday was to talk about men, women, work, relationships, education and how they all tie into God’s purpose for us….but do it like I do, from a comical view.  Today as I drove to work, somethings was put on my heart.  I was listening to a FM radio show (Russ Parr) and they were reading emails from angry, single parents (all women).  For those that know me, really know how I feel about this topic…..but it had my thoughts going a mile a minute.  I was thinking about my current situation, some of my dudes situations, some situations of women I know…just going EVERYWHERE….so I decided to shift focus for a second. 

I might be rambling a bit in this blog today, but that is the purpose of a blog right???…..to ramble.  Even though I’ve been blogging for awhile now, this actual blog is fairly new.  I’ve been tussling with myself every since I started this blog….well let me be transparent for a minute. When I first created this blog, I wasn’t sure of the direction of it…I didn’t know if I wanted it to be more intellectual or more comical….did I want to be this mysterious blogger (everyone loves mysterious). I decided on to just let it run its course and let it do what it dew (okay I had to throw that in there).  So I was talking with my dude the other day (we IM each other all day long…talking about everything from business ideas to sports) and we had this small conversation about blogging.  I don’t mind sharing my convos with ya’ll (and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either)….

J: i just write how i think, like hell, that is what a blog supposed to be about i don’t try to be cute or deep, i just write

David: exactly my goal is to make you laugh, piss you off, help you grow, but ultimately keep coming back

J: not so much humor…i am just naturally stupid

but like i am a techie, so sharing links, gadgets, etc.
and my philosphy
Okay, if you are paying attention, you see that my name is David.  As I said before, I’ll tell you things about me on a “as needed” basis.  Back to what sparked this blog.  I intended to wait for this post, but as the scripture states…it’s a season for EVERY activity under heaven….so I have been fighting myself all morning….probably rambling so I won’t have to talk about it.  This might not be the most politically correct post, so if you don’t want to potentially become upset, I suggest that you end your reading now.  When I hear people bash fathers it infuriates me to a degree that I can’t even tell you.  I don’t think a fire extingusher can cool me down…because it is like society is lumping ALL fathers in with the dead-beat ones.  This is a post from my myspace blog from last Father’s Day….
As I listened to the radio, there was a commerical on the air about an “award” for father’s that take care of their children.  Initially, I was conflicted.  I didn’t know if I should be offended or happy.  The more I thought about this, the more intrigued I became.  I’m not ignorant…I know there are plenty of men that don’t take care of their children and you hear about that all the time…but what about the women that do the same, also why are you congratulating a father for doing what he is supposed to.  I know many men that are great father’s.  I have a group of friends that I talk to just about everyday from all across the country…literally…TX, VA, OH, NE, NC….and one thing I can say is this group of men take care of their children.  Not just financially either.  In every sense.
Back to the topic at hand….I am a single father….but I am a single father due to curve-balls that life throws you.  My wife of six years passed away on March the 29th of this year….at the age of 30 years old.  This is kind of difficult to talk about (you would imagine)…but it actually is not as hard as you would think.  I know that everybody is different and we all react to the same situations differently.  I found out that the more I talk about her and my situation, the more therapeutic it is to me…I’ll talk about this more on later post….just wanted to use this as a reference point.  I have friends that are EXELLENT fathers….I am an EXCELLENT father….I can’t stand the fact that all I hear is about fathers that aren’t worth a five-pound sack of rotten potatos.  I really want to just dive into this topic, but it is so enourmous, that my brain can’t function on this topic this morning.  As a society you are fooling yourself if you don’t think that there are just as many rotten women….anywho lemme change the subject…..actually I’m gonna close this post out now because it’s gonna turn into a dissertation….The quote for the day is from Ecclesiastes 3…be blessed all…

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. – The Bible

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Posted by on June 19, 2008 in Family

 

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