Suicide by 'Skins

Its a good thing I hung up my burgendy and gold jersey when I did...whooo weeee...do you smell that? Thats them 'Skins stinkin up the joint.

But enough about football, I'm sure we will revisit that conversation later down the road.

How bout them Yankees? Returning to the playoffs after an uncharacteristic no-show last year. For the record: FOX should never be allowed to broadcast another Yankees/Red Sox game - EVER - they suck! I just wanted to watch the game on mute, honestly. Anyways, I guess I will have to suffer through it during the post-season...

I was mad as hell earlier today here at work, but I'm over it. I did have to gather myself (in the closet next to my office no less) before they brought the ugly out in me. I feel like these people at work, they don't really know you. Sure, the longer they work with you, the more they FEEL like they know you. But honestly, unless your friends outside of work...they don't know what you're capable of. And that's where I am. So sweet at work. But lawd, get me pissed off and then it's, "Oh, my goodness...look at her actin all hood!" Truth is, I was ready to go on some folks this morning until I realized that it benefits no one. Certainly not me. So, I kept it professional, agreed to disagree and kept it moving. But did I want to slap the hell outta some folks? Ya damn right I did. So, I give myself a MAJOR pat on the back, cuz a few former co-workers will testify, that ain't always been the case...LOL.

Friday I thought about shutting this blog down, being as though I'm hardly on here. But I think I'll keep it hanging on for a little while longer. Its amazing the stress that was just lifted from banging out that above paragraph on my keyboard.

Yesterday, when I first thought about this post - I was going to just skewer Kayne West for his outburst at the MTV Awards.

This morning, I saw the video from Jay Leno and I have decided to tone it down...just a little bit.

We all know what happened...KW jumped on stage during Taylor Swift's acceptance speech, said he thought B shoulda won, stunned the crowd and handed TS the mic back. Later, when B won, she gave Taylor the time to say her Thank You's. It was a very classy yet expected (in my opinion) move. It was the right thing to do.

He twittered an apology that night. But I was unmoved until I saw the video from his interview with Leno. There's a point where Jay Leno says that he had the chance to meet KW's mom and wanted to know what Kayne thought his late mother woulda said. Silence. I thought Kayne would lose it. I really did. KW admits that he was "wrong" and it was "rude". Those were truly the two words that I was waiting to hear in his apology. But the true disgrace of his actions was in what he did not say. It was the uncomfortable silence that permeated the room in those 25 seconds. HE KNEW HIS MOMMA RAISED HIM BETTER THAN THAT!

I also feel like he hasn't dealt with his mother's passing. Maybe that explains why he needs that limelight, that shine, that attention.

For whatever reason, uncontrollable outbursts have been sprouting up all over the place. Serena at the US Open. The congressman at Obama's speech. Kayne. Has the whole world gone and got coprolalia?

I think not. I believe in free speech. I believe that you should be able to be heard even when your opinion is vastly different than anyone/everyone elses. I also believe in respect and decorum. A time and a place for everything. Kayne had the right to speak his mind. He did not, however, have to steal someone else's glory to do so.

Okay, enough on that.

I celebrated seven years of marriage last week. A feat that my hubby and I really don't take for granted. Its been hard work, people. But I love my husband as much (maybe even more) than the day I married him.

Did the summer blow right past you as well? I look up one day and I'm buying school supplies for the 5th grader.

Not that I don't welcome the back-to-school routine. I love it actually. It is truly the most wonderful time of the year! And as my girls are going to 10th, 7th and 5th grade...I find myself getting a lot more excited about one day having an empty nest. Yes, its quite a few years off but can a mama have her dream? Damn!

So there is much that went on during the summer. I can't even begin to get on all the happenings. It was a sensory overload summer, to be honest. I am pretty sure thats whats wrong with my children's generation. Too much damn information in too many damn ways!

First off, let me concur with my dear friend, Avin, in saying, "Facebook IS the devil!". Hahahahaha.

I personally, am not on there. But my brother is...and he gave me his log-on info so I could look at stuff from time to time. Come to find out that he has been in touch with all the old crew from high school. Isn't that great? For some, maybe. Me, not so much.

Lets just say that I am one that does not need to be in touch with people who knew me/thought they knew me 20 years ago. You weren't my friend then and you want to be one now because? I just don't get it. I am all for the rekindling of true friends that may have lost touch. I understand that happens. Especially to us old timers who didn't grow up with internet and learned how to type on manual typewriters in a place called typing class. But I'm getting off track here.

I DID find someone I never thought I would find again. She was a very good friend from middle school and we stayed friends well beyond graduation. But we lost touch and life went on... So when my brother told me that she said "HI" - I told him to give her my email address. Easy. FB made the reconnection but it was me that said, "hey, have her hit me up". Do I need to invite the rest of the graduating class of 1991 to my life? Nope. Especially if you haven't been a part of my life since.

I do flirt with the idea of getting a FB page - making like a social butterfly and sharing nice-ities with people I haven't seen in over 20 years - but fuck that, I say. That wouldn't even be the real me...like O Dog said in Menace, "I just don't give a fuck". Yup, that pretty much sums it up for me.

In other news, I had received an old school jailhouse letter from RDB. He's not currently incarcerated but since I am not answering his phone calls, he decided to write me. Strange since, he's not supposed to have my current address... But anyways, he writes and then I rattle off a two page response of my own in 10 minutes. I told him don't call, don't write, don't contact me at all until he sends some Got-Damn child support. This kid is costing me a fortune and he ain't got to pay shit? You know I ain't havin that! Muthafucka's and they free rides, I swear.