Jury duty pt 2

Well this part is a little different than part 1. For one, I was writing that as it happened, and I couldn't do that with this part as I was actively in the court room and phones and such were not allowed. So here's what happened:

They called my name. #7. I literally let out a sigh of disgust. And so I went down to the 5th floor and stood in line while a lady told us what would be happening. We'd go in and be surveyed (guadiere, I thing that how its spelled. Pronounced "gwa-deer") and chosen or not chosen to be in the jury based on our answers.

So of course being #7 I was right in the front. Center. And the dude next to me would NOT SHUT UP. At first it was funny, but then he said, "he's guilty," when we found out what the charges were. Not funny. Btw it was the state vs this young immigrant who was accused of sexual assault of a 12 year old girl. So yeah dude, shut up. The immigrant dude looked like he was having it rough up on Wright St. His eyes were red the whole time. I know they treat rapists hard up in the joint, and with good reason, so...

Certain things could be implied by the line of questioning. There was forensic evidence. If the forensics did not incriminate the defendant, I don't believe we'd be there. You know? If the DNA was someone else's, we wouldn't be looking at this guy. Also, the way the defense lawyer asked his questions made it seem they could only put reasonable doubt in your head, maybe, possibly. On a good day. I wouldn't want him reppin me. He wasn't too tight in the game.

So we get on with the questionaire. Do you know anyone in the courtroom? Would the influx of Latino immigrants into the US effect you negatively in this case? Do you have police or military relatives? Do you watch law and order or CSI? (when they asked this question, people were like, what about "cold case"? What about "48hrs"? Damn, just say yes. You get the idea.) Has anyone close to you been arrested? do you have an negative experience with the police? Positive? Do you have a scientific, counseling, child care background? Do you have children? On and on. And then there were 2 questions I was the only one who answered in the afirmative: do you speak Spanish? Were you personally the victim of a sex crime?

Now, admitting you were the "victim" of a sex crime can be a hard thing. First of all you have to move past victimization. I don't feel like a victim. It was a part of my past and makes me who I am. By not saying that it happened, 2 things occur. I make myself ashamed and a liar. (btw, Mr talkative gave me the side eye when I answered this question. I was actually thankful he clammed up and looked at me differently.) I did no more to deserve the actions brought upon me than I did when my house was robbed when I was 19. The other thing is a perpetuation that its going to be something we should be silent about. Its not. I once sat in a room where a large majority of females admitted to having been a "victim" too. No one would have known otherwise. But by us saying it, and there being males in the room hearing what we had to say, I can guarantee it had an effect on them. So while I am pretty sure I wasn't the only one who was involved in a sex crime, I was the only one to admit it. And that's fine. I don't want people to think they can ever be in a room full of people and assume that none of the women there have been offended. And next time, maybe every one would be able to admit it.

As far as not knowing Spanish... Really? 60 people in the room and the only ones who speak Spanish are me and the defense? These people had a crazy diverse background, and I was the only one who could communicate with the people who are literally running to live in our city? Boo!

So moving on. After this, we took a lunch and then it was specific juror questioning. Something I found funny was one man's response:

"where does your wife work?"

"oh she's retired."

"from?"

"north Carolina."

Dude. Not what she meant. I really wanted to laugh.

My questionaire was long. I talked about my brother's and uncles' military service, my dad's and cousin's arrests, my functionality in Spanish, whether or not my personal experience with the crime would bias me (I said it wouldn't. I'm able to see that this guy is not the person that hurt me), and my job. After that, I went in the hallway and squeezed in next to a nice old lady who was eventually chosen. I'd first seen her earlier because she was sock-footed. Someone had taken her shoes! What the? She was 74! And walking around the courthouse since she'd gotten there with no shoes on. Her daughter came after lunch and brought her a pair from her house. We talked for a while, and she was talking to me for a while. It took me a second to realize that Jackie was her daughter that died of diabetes in 2004 (yes, we really talked) because she talked to me as if we'd known each other since back in the day. She grew up in warm springs, the home town of Eisenhower, I think she said. And her dad worked for him. Was he the one in the wheelchair? That's who she was talking about. Anyway, we talked about her time as a private investigator at "Girls Friday" in roswell. That name reminds me of a strip club even though I know where it came from.

So after a while, a long while, remember I was #7 of 50, we went back into the room and the judge talked to us about "striking" jurors. He said they'd take a 15 minute recess and we'd be out by 6. Lemme say that first of all, we weren't. 2ndly, I'd been in that building since 8am and I'd been up since 6am. So I was beat. After almost a half hour, the lawyers came back and striking began. Now, I've seen them do this OUT LOUD before but never in this "passing notes in class" way that was occuring before me. No one said A WORD for another 20 minutes. A court worker passed a. Few sheets of paper back and forth, writing here and there and passing, whispering, while we sat there bored and not knowing what's going on. Then finally they had a jury and they called 13 people and then the judge thanked us and we were on our way. It was 630! I spent 10.5 hours in there only to not get picked. And I know that the fact that I was the only one who admitted to what I did was the reason why. It was the only thing that set me apart to the point of being a "biased juror." meh, whatever. I could see how that could hurt your case, lol. I went to kesi's house and went to sleep. Now I just sit back and wait for my $25.

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Jury duty pt 1

*This was written in the juror waiting room before I was sent to a judge. There'll be more on that specifically later on. There's a lot to mention. I will say, clearly, that I did not get picked, so there will be full disclosure.*

I've been up since 615am. Ate my breakfast of oatmeal and Vault and took a shower. Got dressed and tried to leave the house. "you can not go to court dressed like that!" ok, so I had on a fuschia top with a dancing monkey on it (which some have referred to as racist, but its an aeropostale shirt and its cute), and I was thinking more of my picnic date with Kesi in Centennial after I'm done here (because they never keep me long), but I knew she was right. It did make me laugh a little after a while. But um, its hot outside and I was dressing for comfort. I aint putting on a dress! And certainly not tweed pants, as she suggested. I changed into a blue Nike golf shirt. I really look like I'm gonna golf today. I have on tan above the knee capris- I know these type of shorts have a name, but usually I would just barely be waking up this time of day, so- and some loafer sneakers with tan, blue, pink and lime dots. I actually saw a guy with a similar outfit on who looked like he actually owned clubs.

Anyway, I get to the courthouse and they take my camera temporarily. I just gotta make sure I keep this raffle ticket they gave me. I remembered to take my knife out of my purse, didn't think of the camera... Oops. anywhoot, I get to the 7th floor and there's this line that stretches to eternity, because they're not letting people in as a group. You have to check in first and there's 2 people at a windo checking in oh about 300people. Give or take. Maybe 200. Still, that's a lot of people. And I'm tired! I'm listening to Frank Ski, and apparently its Usher Day. Btw, his album sounds pretty wack. His son sounds adorable. Put him cooing for an hour on wax and I may head to Target. But this album? Bah. Not that I own any usher... I hold my r+b dudes to a very high standard. I have Maxwell, Robin thicke, um.... Shoot that's it. I think. I've digressed again.

So I get in the room, and then we watch a movie with channel 11's own Brenda Wood, all about what the hell we're doing here. I don't remember what they said. I was paying attention but my brain was still asleep. I just realized I may be the youngest person in the room. Lol someone in here's last name is "Cooch!" *dead*

So I've been sitting here since then and I am trying to hold on. Reading and playing on my phone. I finished my book 2 days ago. It got really good, at the last 3rd, things started getting really twisted. I mean even moreso than usual.

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At 11ish, I got chosen for jury selection. Of course I can't tell you anything about it. I'm eating lunch now... If I get chosen for the jury then I won't be able to comment on the case until a verdict comes in. If I don't get chosen, you'll hear all about it tomorrow. Some funny things have happened already. Funny odd, not necessarily funny haha. Til later...
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"You must be on your period"

Usually such a remark stated to me would warrant a swift cussing out, but this time was different.

It was about a month ago, and I had walked into starbucks for some reason. It was official that I would be working there within the week. When I mentioned it to Breezy and the other person who was in there, they responded jokingly, "what about the Evil Supervisor?" I responded, with all kinds of poison in my tone, "she can go suck a fat one."

The recoil was amazing. I mean they were simply shocked at what came out of my mouth. I laughed at that. And then Breezy said, "damn, you must be on your period."

"what?!"

"yup. I know my Joy." I mean, he'd never uttered that phrase to anyone in my presence, so I know he doesn't just say it... And he was right.

"I know my Joy." even to my best friends, I don't like to seem predictable. So that phrase bugged me more than his having my menstrual calendar memorized.

More recently, I was riding home with Kesi and discussing some hypothetical wherein I gets disrespected, and what he would do in the situation.

"I wouldn't have to do much."

"why?"

"because I know you, you'd have it handled."

See, Kesi always thinks I'm quick to pop off when I feel disrespected, and he, of course is right. I tend to not wait for someone to jump to my honor; I get loud instead. The thing about it is, this has not occurred in a long time. I mean, some years its been since I've really had to let someone have it (in all seriousness) in his presence.

He also claims that he let's people (like our friends thurm and Jeremy) say things that may set me off just so he can hear my response. Because he "knows" I'll say something crazy.

I guess that's not the same as being predictable, that last one, but its still weird.

I guess there are worse ways for people to respond to me. At least I'm not boring... But I never figured I could be pinned down, even by those that have known me so closely for so long. I'm sure Lauren and Bre could pick out a few of my character responses that I didn't know were so obvious. To have a person say they "know" you is a bit of a jar to your system, or at least mine.

Am I alone in this? Am I just wilding? Lol. I felt like going all maury on them, "you don't know me son!" even though I suppose its a good thing that people are so invested in me and actually care. Yeah? Yeah.

Tomorrow: jury duty! Bah.
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Make me wanna holler

So what's been going on in joy-land? Sleep! You guys, this is hard! I get off at 10ish, which is nice, but I still usually have to wait for Kesi or his bros to get off before I can go home. Which puts me in the house at about 1or 2ish some nights. You should have seen how excited I was to get home at 1230 the other night! That like never happens! And I have to go in at 2, so I have to leave the house at 1230PM, which gives me a good ammt of sleep if I don't have anything to do the night before or that morning. Which I usually do... But this week, with my trying to recover from what is now just phlegm and a hoarse voice, I've been going to sleep as soon as I can get out of my uniform. Its not like I have the most difficult job, but being unable to go straight home is draining.
Speaking of my job, its going well. I'm finding it funny/ cathartic/ annoying that people ask me why I swithched over. It all depends on who and how they ask. Some people wanna be complete retards and say "aren't you supposed to be over there? Why would you switch? Wasn't it easier over there?" firstly, no, it wasn't. "over there", there was 3 people on night shift. Over here? 6. There's more of a even distribution of tasks, and people actually wanna work as a team because they LIKE each other, so... And if you ever paid attention to me while I was over there, you would have blatantly seen how unhappy I was. For months. So fuck off. Thanks.

Other than that annoyance, its fun. Its been pretty slow, so we've been kinda getting into interesting convos, like how one of the girls we work with has a made up boyfriend, and how my supervisor locks her keys in her office about once or twice a month. Which is a lot. Especially when anyone else with a key is at home and not coming back til the AM. And how someone I work with (I won't say who, but if you see her you'd know who) has the nickname "huffy" because she has some serious love handles. I was walking behind her one day and just-a-staring at them! And she turned around and I think she thinks I was staring at her butt. Then the other day I was telling a story and someone said, is this another story about "your boyfriend"? So I'm trying to make an effort to use his name. The problem with that is that I don't call him by his first name. I call him Kesi. But people who don't know him wouldn't call him that (he and his dad have the same name so his fam calls him Kesi to differentiate). And you know he's still considering changing his name...

I have 4 days off this week. We're so slow in the hotel! Luckily I have paid time off, so I'll still have 40 hrs, plus the holiday, which I'm working but I don't mind. Even though its pride weekend and I really wanted to go hang out with the beautiful people, lol. I just saw a girl with every rainbow ever on. I'm talking head to toe, and had the nerve to have on some damn black jeans. Its burning hot down here maam! Highs in the 80s and you know you're about to be running around outside.

Moving on... Have you ever been asked a question it was not your place to answer? This happened to me the other night. It wasn't like the person was trying to be rude or nosy, the conversation just led to it. And whereas I know the answer, it wasn't a question I felt like answering. Its hard to explain, and as hard as it is to explain, imagine how hard it was for me to dance around the answer to the question. Lol. I'm a rather honest person, and I would answer anything a person asks about me ("none of your business" is an honest answer) but this wasn't about me. So...

This girl on the train has on these banging big-lens shades. I am so coveting. Coveting like a mug! Lmao.

Breezy and another coworker are both in Miami right now and won't be back til Monday. They booked their trips separately but are gonna meet up and go clubbing while they're down there. I was hating so hard!!! "how you gonna go to Miami a clear MONTH after me? Booo! Go have fun on the beach without me..." I gotta sit at work bored, because not only are they gone, but Walter Lee is on a leave of absence until Monday, so I'm stuck with the chick that lies about her invisible boyfriend! Lol. Getting a tan and ish...

And finally... My supervisor listens primarily to country music. She did not readily recognize Marvin Gaye's "what's goin on" when it came on the store's radio. I just don't know what to do with this.
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Books and booze and bones

I've been sick all weekend. Friday it was chilly, probably like 50something and the wind was gusting so it felt colder. And of course I was outside with no jacket because I didn't think I would be shivvering at 10PM. And so I got achy and cranky and had to take an extra day off because my head felt like it was filled with water and just heavy and sloshing around every time I sat up. I did almost finish my pillow project, which I must say I don't like, but maybe she'll like it. Meh. I guess I gotta make something I don't like eventually. And I watched a Reno 911 marathon and a Law and Order marathon, which made me think of rashan's old girlfriend. I'm feeling better now, what with my bf bringing me nyquil and kisses and a mcd's chicken sammich (mmmmm).

Friday(yes I'm going out of order), I went to a house party and it was so fun! It was a crazy mess though, and my former coworker (the one who has the jailed boyfriend who she's never seen) came in pissy drunk with her 4 friends. Did I mention she is 20? Yeah. Not to say I didn't drink at 20, but I didn't come to someones house where many of my (and my parents, cuz they work in the same building is me) coworkers are fall down drunk. And so she and her friends were pissing we "mature" party goers off, by falling all over each other and us, and spilling beverages on the couch with wreckless abandon. Other than that, and the guy from event svcs that has a crush on me and got the "basic 2 step" every time his behind tried to dance with me, I had fun! I'd say it was almost worth getting sick. Almost.

I bought a new book. "rant" by chuck palahniuk. I'm only on pg 10, and its kinda slow so far. All his books are like that. Expositions filled with questions to be answered later, at which point you read the book again and say, "ok. I get it." obviously I suffer through that; I have all of them except for the one right before this one. I include the two I gave away, "fight club" and "lullaby," which are my favorites, so I kinda regret doing that. Bah. So anyway I have a book to get me through jury duty next week. I hate that I have to get up at 6am for this! Don't they have afternoon jury duty? I mean, every time I go (this will be my 3rd) they have me in this big room, just sitting, with CNN on, and you can't listen to your headphones because what if they make an announcement? And there's no guy with an odd fruit in his briefcase, a la SATC, to entertain me, oh no. There's just about 50 other people, all considerably older than me, sitting bored in this room. Civic duty my toe. They'd better call me for a trial. At the same time, I kinda don't want to sit in judgement of anyone. For 2 reasons: 1, I'm very sleepy during the day, and falling asleep in the jury stand isn't a very good look. I could be found in contempt or some such. And so itd have to be very interesting to keep me awake. 2, if it is indeed a very interesting case, that would mean someone died and probably in a gross way. And I'd get nightmares. I've been very fortunate to have not experienced any gruesome sights in life- I wasn't even there when my brother shattered his elbow- and I don't want to see any pictures of it or hear a first hand acct of these types of things. I know I wouldn't be able to look away so I'd be either barfy or crying. And that brings up another thing. I don't think I'd be able to be partial. I have an opinion on everything. Clearly...

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Questions

Yeah I'm a bit late... Life gets in the way of things. I haven't had the time to post this because I've been working on a few projects, which I will take pics of, and trying to spend free time with my boo since we haven't had the same days off since I started at the 'bucks. Aaanywho...

DiamondsR4eva said... Would you ever leave Atlanta? Why or Why not?

Yes, yes I would. But itd have to be towards somewhere with a beach. And don't give me that Lake Lanier crap. First of all, ocean levels never drop to a noticeable level. There's high and low tide, and plenty of room for everyone. And clam bakes! Mmmm... So yeah I would. Itd be an interesting time convincing Kesi to move though if it wasn't a career move. I'm a lil more flighty and free spirited than he.

Have you and Kesi talked about marriage kids the whole 9 yards?

Oh yes. My friend found it very interesting when I said the other day I knew I wanted to marry him before we finished high school. But yeah we've talked. Married, 4 kids, they'll have some kind of musical instruction and play sports. I would like to have a girl first, seeing as I'm the oldest and feel that I have a unique view of things...I'm more independent because of it, I feel. He wants to have a boy first, but of course its all up to God. But we still got 50 riding on it.

Where would you be without your Crackberry lol ?

I'd be so messed up. I wouldn't know my blog family, I wouldn't be able to keep up with my fam and friends, I'd miss ample opportunities to send pictures of crazy Atlantans to Lauren. I love my phone! I'm on it right now. Ooh and I have facebook mobile. :D

What clubs/events/venues would you recommend in the (downtown) atlanta area for the under 25 crowd?

Girl... I have no idea. I used to go to the Peacock, but they closed that down... Are you 21? Verve lounge was aight but I like to dance so... Plus I live near the airport. As you know there are no less than 10 clubs in my neighborhood (frozen palace, throwbacks, Ritz, crowes nest for the grown and sexy, lol) and if I can WALK home intoxicated, ima do that. So... I don't know. But if you call my job's concierge and ask for Courtney, she'll hook you up.

What do you think about Georgia State, if you have an opinion that is.

Kesi "used to" go to Ga state. I say "used to" because I'm pretty sure he's still enrolled, he just is considering going to another school. It was cool. I used to use the big computer lab under his name when I got off work and no one carded me, lol. And there was good places to eat... Lol I'm no help. I know a lot of people that went/go there, so...

Canon Obama said... ummm...why is Jadakiss the hardest it get? why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt... sike nawIf

You know what, I went to high school with a kid who looks just like Jadakiss. He was a lil baby face. I saw him at the Compound last summer. His brother was in Another Bad Creation. I just thought about all this just now and realize that you have no idea who I'm talking about, nor does it matter.

anywhere besides Atlanta, where would you want to be?

Since diamonds asked that question already, I'll answer yours a different way. I'd wanna be with my grandma watching some kind of mystery tv show. Or in Miami again.

low paying job (like 15,000) where you had freedom and enjoyed what you were doing, or a high paying job (like 650,000), but your boss was strict and you were very limited in your ability for growth?

See, this is a tough one. Cuz I currently make more than 15000 and its certainly not enough. And I couldn't possibly enjoy what I did if I wasn't getting paid right for it. So maybe I'd go with the big money job. If I'm gonna hate the place, might as well love the money. At least I could quit once I started having kids and still have money saved up.

Vdizzle said... Question: what is your 10 year plan (something I obsess about)? It can be detailed or basic.

Argh! Let's see. In 10 years I'll be 34. I hope to be pregnant with my 3rd or 4th child, married of course, living in either an old (no later than the 70s) brick multi-level OR a new brick home of my design (no mcHomes for me. They don't have enough windows and they're poorly built). I'd be somewhat successful in radio or voice acting. But of course I know plans change. I was supposed to be done with school by now.... Lol.

Anthing else yall wanna know?

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bomb diggy bomb a dang a dang

I love this girl! Its strange that she didn't maintain her popularity in America that she gained way back in 97 (I have the cassette single of "show me love" somewhere in my house... Remember cassettes? Remember singles, lol?) anyway, cobrastyle is a cover of a song you've probably heard in commercials, I know I have. But I loves it and I loves her. And her little self singing "10 for you, who wants the other dozen" is ironic, and speaks to the lil gangster in me.

Can someone explain to me why she still looks EXACTLY the same as she did 11 years ago? If memory serves, she was 16 when she first came out, but who do you know that has the same platinum blonde razor cut they had a decade ago? Hmm. She exists in a sexy vacuum.

5 hour trip to chili's

So Saturday morning we were supposed to go to my friend's graduation... In statesboro. If you don't know where that is, its kinda near savannah. Its a 3 hour trip, and the graduation was at 9, so we had to leave at 6am. Which meant I had to wake up at 530. Do you KNOW the last yumru woke up at 530?! Me neither. So I get up, and Kesi and I go outside to wait for our friend Thurm. Another friend, Jeremy, was already out there. Luckily it wasn't cold, but none of us are morning people, so we were all cranky and annoyed to be up that early.

Thurm comes, we all hop in his Acheiva (a car I'd never heard of) and we hit the road. Kesi was in the front so I couldn't sprawl out like I wanted to, but I put on "world reggae" on my player and my big shades and closed my eyes. When I opened them again we were at dunkin donuts. Yesss! I had a REAL boston creme and an oj. Yum. And back to sleep.

After a while Jeremy decided that the car should listen to "Dangerous." it quickly overpowered my Maria de Barros, so I just turned up off and shared that I used to think there was an actual man in the mirror that Michael would go to for advice. Apparently I wasn't the only one, lol. That's when the lovely pic was taken of me. So anyway, by now I could tell we were in or near Warner Robins, because there was many a sign for adult themed activities. The big hit was "soft hands massage," which features an Asian bikini model.

So long ride into a short story, thurm calls his girlfriend and asks her to yahoo map our trip. He felt like he should have turned off of 75 by now... Turns out he was right. We were supposed to turn off at 165. We were at 94. Great... So we get off in Cordelle and head to the truck stop.

So at this point we try to decide what to do. Its now 830... If we cut across we could be there in an hour, but we could also be driving through Hanganiggaville, so... We decide to head back up 75. The graduation is a wash.

I go back to sleep, and wake up to the boys trying to decide where to eat. Were back in Atlanta... Headed to chilis! Lol. Good. I need a margarita. After chilis we see speed racer, which I enjoyed despite the fact that I was SOOO tired.

We're sure our friend was disappointed we couldn't make it, but damn it if we didn't try. Next time we take a road trip we have all agreed it'll be a vacation thing, and not a 3 hour trip just to turn around a few hours later (or right away). I slept so hard when we got back to the house.
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oh. my. god.

if i had to sum up my day in one one photo, this is the one:




please note the timestamp.

more details to come.

Hehe, we're weird.

Yesterday, the boo and I were texting as I headed to work. Here's a few things you need to know:
*i got a barista bear. He's dressed as a bunny. So cute!
*Donnie darko is a great movie, if really confusing. It features a man in a bunny suit.
*i love new kids on the block, and I saw a woman in a vintage nkotb shirt the other day.
*wacky D is from "CB4." mc hammer type character.

And here we go!

Me: They have the air on Antarctica on this bus. It is not that hot outside.

Him: Lol the bus driver must think it is. Never know... Maybe they saw a nigga burst into flames lol

Me: You're so retarded. There is a burnt lookin nigga in the back there...

Him: see!!?! There you go.

Me: You are opening up my eyes to these things baby. That's why I NEED you!

Him: Lol i have that third eye working damn hard.

Me: First the bunny bear, now this. Btw I decided to name him Donnie. Speaking of Donnie, I had a dream about new kids on the block and ll cool jay performing at an ice skating rink 2 nights ago... Random as HELL!

*a few minutes later*
Him: Yo i just seen wacky d

Me: Lmao. Walking down the street?

Him: at the gas station

Me: was he dancing?

Him: Doing that circle kick shit!
Me: you shoulda got down with him! My pants are making a noise as I walk. Like stockings, lol.

Him: them thangs is tight!

Me: That's what I'm saying! I'm afraid they're gonna rip. In some random place like from my knee to my hip, lol. Incredible hulk. Gotta go, just so you know this is going on my blog...

Him: ok lol.

****dont forget to leave ?s in the comments of the entry below this one!****
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Well, go ahead...

Let's make this an annual thing...

Ask me anything!

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Yesterday.

This was written Monday and I don't want to edit the dates...

Yesterday was my grandma Lula's birthday. Today, 17 years ago, she died.

I was 7 years old. I was old enough to understand death as far as knowing I would not see my dad's mother ever again.

On my grandmother's birthday, I remember that it was a Saturday, my mother and 2 of her sisters and I went to the hospital. I had to stay in the waiting room by myself, which I now see was a better alternative than putting me back out in the car, or trying to take me back home, especially since I was the type of child who could occupy myself without taking up much space. My grandma was in a coma in the ICU, and children weren't allowed.

I sat in the lobby and waited. Sang little songs I learned in church, thought about school. This was a big room. My grandma was just upstairs? Why can't I go? I'm a good kid, I can behave! I haven't seen my grandma in a while...

I would sit next to her while she crocheted a blanket, her plastic leg detached between us. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. She liked the houses. Soon she would nod off, and I'd reach for the remote. In the kitchen, I'd sit at the head of the table while she dropped lemons into her tea, or stirred butter into my grits...

May 5, 1991. She didn't want to miss her birthday, that was the joke. My grandma Anna said we should celebrate when someone goes back to heaven. "what? Are you happy that Grandma's dead?" I tried to explain this philosophy to my cousins; they didn't get it.

I did get to see my grandma one last time, but she was in a casket. She looked asleep. I wanted to touch her, reach over her as I had done so many other times when she was sleeping. Lay my head on her side. I wondered if she had her leg in there with her. "when you get to heaven, all your illnesses are gone. Your body is restored."

Instead of watching my grandma be lowered into the ground, I played outside in a big, South Carolina field. Probably the same one she had once run around in, in a pretty dress. My grandmother was that type, to do everything in a dress. In heaven, she can do that, because she is young, and she has both her legs.
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Creativity?

So yesterday, I learned that a shot is only 1 ounce. I've been drinking shots for 4 years (before that, I was a lady, I drank wine) and I always thought they were at least 2. I thought shooters were 4... But, seeing the errors in my math, I realize that I wasn't really thinking about it, someone probably told me and I just went with that. But that's not the point of the story. The point is, it was my new supervisor who told me this.

She then explained to me that, "yeah, cuz when you do power hour, you end up drinking like 5 beers in an hour."

"what is power hour?"

"that's when you take a shot of beer every minute for an hour. You've never done that before?"

So I told her, I don't drink beer. Then I was thinking, is that like creative binge drinking?

My supervisor and I get along. She's a cool chick... She's 6 months younger than me. Sorority girl. And I'm starting to see than white sororities are different than black ones, lol. I mean, sorry, a few of my readers are in one, but I just don't get them in general. Its all a bit much. But it seems the one new supervisor (NS) is in reminds me of the kind of girls who end up dating/ marrying douchey frat guys.

But back to the creative bingeing. What is that? Quarters, flip cup, drinking games in general? Why not just drink and talk? I guarantee that if you did that, you'd drink less and have way more fun (or are you aiming for alcoholism?). And maybe have more in common with your drinking buddies than just Greek letters and a love for Jaeger.

And isn't taking a shot a minute kind of really dumb anyway? You're pretty much guaranteeing that you're going to pass out or vomit. And I don't find either of those things necessarily fun. I'm cheap. I consider it a waste of money.

So in conclusion, I hope you guys aren't doing, or havent done, anything this stupid. That excludes the "I never" game, which I consider a "drinking and talking" thing, and also, you wouldn't get drunk if you weren't so scandalous, and you wouldn't be in so much scandal if you didn't get so drunk, lol. I'm good at that game, lol.
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One word tag

Its missing #5 too, diva!

1. Where is your cell phone? Hands

2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? Working

3. Your hair? Scarved

4. Your mother? Sick

6. Your favorite thing? Ocean

7. Your dream last night? Forgot

8. Your favorite drink? Odwalla

9. Your dream car? Chauffered

10. The room you're in? Mine

11. Your ex? Ken

12. Your fear? Failing

13. Your favorite number? 8

14. Where were you last night? Work

15. What you're not doing right now? Eating

16. Muffins? Where?!

17. One of your wish list items? Money

18. Grew up at? 30

19. The last thing you did? Colbert-ed

20. What are you wearing? Scrubs

21. Your TV? TLC

22.Your pet or pets? Michaelangelo

23. Your computer/laptop? HATE!

24.Your Life? Sunshine

25.Your mood? Necesito

26. Missing someone? Everyone

27. Neighbors? Meh.

28. Your best friend? Calla

29. Your work? Better

31. Like someone? :)

32. Your favorite color? Royal

33. When is the last time you laughed? Earl
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i got a crush

On Stephen Colbert. I mean, of all the political pundits and commentators, I love him the most. On Wednesday's show he flirted with the black democratic expert from CNN (her name escapes me right now...) and then sang "going to Kansas city" to her. Swoon. And then there's this, which is equal parts funny and cool:



And he is a voice actor, which if you haven't heard, that's what I'd love to be. He did the voice of Phil Ken Sebben on "Harvey Birdman, attorney at law." that is literally one of my favorite cartoon characters, simply because he says things like "ha ha ha.... Loins." if you've never watched Harvey birdman, I do recommend the show.

I'd love to see a show one day... I hear he's very engaged with the audience and he's a true improv performer. And I love his hair.