Lunch with Edna and Sarah

Life it never boring... this I know for sure. So EP (coworker/friend) and I leave the office to run a few errands and grab lunch while we are out (sorry SS and EA). We end up to Matthews in Tucker. They serve good soul food if you are looking. I cleaned my plate (nothing really new).

So EP suggests that we sit in the bay seats at the window. Ok, cool. We get to grubbing. A few minutes go by and we see an old man staring into the window and grinning at us. OH GOODNESS. I tell EP that he better keep it moving. He comes in, stops right in front of EP and smiles. “How you ladies doing?”, he asked. Here we go…

The old man ends up grabbing the chair by EP and having himself a seat. “Ya’ll look good… no matter how you put it. Ya'll in school. You look like you in school. I got kicked out of this place. Ya’ll come see me. Let me have your number. I get numbers. One of you can be on my right and the other on my left.” Granddaddy would not let us eat our food in peace. He kept looking at EP’s hips (which she has much of) and licking his lips. EP said she kept waiting on him to lean over and pinch her.

Thomas Jefferson III (that's what he claim) ended up sitting with us throughout the duration of our meal. He persisted that we give him our numbers and that he would take care of us. Free pool. Dinner. Lord knows what else!! Did I mention that Thomas graduated college in 1967. Thomas now you know we are too young for you. I guess you’re never to old for a little stirring. HA.

EP and I ended up changing our names to Edna and Sarah and writing our new numbers in Thomas’s phone book. I know the fellas are like that is wrong, but Thomas was persistent. We didn’t know what else to do. I don’t think Thomas had it all upstairs though. He kept repeating himself and would occasionally mumble something to himself. God bless him… on the real.

EP and I finished our food and decided it was time to go. Thomas had us boxed in. EP jumped up and slid by. I was in the corner. By the time I was out my seat, Thomas was up with arms open. “Give me a hug”. Dude don’t you know it’s flu season!!! LOL. So I ended up hugging an old man today.

This may not be that funny on screen but I tell you Thomas had us rolling in Matthews today. I haven’t been that entertained in weeks. I wish TJIII the best of luck and God’s blessings.

Desperate Times...

So did you hear about the 23 year old in Indianapolis??? Gregory Smith walked into an Advance Cash Store and pointed a gun at the clerk. Angie Montez, the clerk, begged Greg not to do “this” and said that she didn’t want to die. And what did Gregory do? What does he say? “I don’t want to do this either!”

So are you wondering why Greg was there. Times are hard and Greg and his 2 year old son were going to be put out on the street later that afternoon. Greg goes on to talk with the clerk telling her that he has been looking for a job for months. Angie talks with Greg and they end up crying and praying together. Greg took the bullet out of the gun, told Angie to stay in the bathroom for 20 minutes, took 20 dollars and left. Later on Greg turned himself in and returned the money.

This story got me. We all have the choice to do good or bad but I can’t help putting my feet in this man’s shoes for a moment. I’m not a parent, but I imagine I would do anything for mine. This young man was at then end of his rope and felt he didn’t have a choice. And they prayed together?!? Where are my tissues???

So what do you think about this? Economic times have been unbearable. I was unemployed this past summer and if it had not been for my mother, I’m not sure what I would be doing. People are starting to do things they would never do otherwise. I mean if I had a small child at home, no job, no money and was about to be kicked out of my home, I would probably do some crazy things. I don’t condone what Greg did but I can understand where he was coming from. I don’t think he is some ruthless criminal. He ended up only taking 20 bucks and never assaulted the clerk. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

So what now? Greg is being charged. I don’t think jail time is what this situation needs. This makes me ponder a frequently asked question, “Do you send a man to jail for stealing bread when he’s hungry?” What Greg needs is some community service, counseling and assistance in finding employment. Placing him in jail and his son in this system will probably only result in making him a REAL criminal.

Sandman Come Back...

I got tired of looking out into the darkness and decided to turn on my computer and blog.

I can't get back to sleep. I drove back to Atlanta this afternoon. I got back to the house, unpacked a few things, got washed up, and ran my mouth on the phone. When I got done I was so tired. Great... I can go to bed and get a good start on the work week. I went to sleep around 10:30. About 2 hours later I started tossing around the bed and now I'm up. SIGH. So much for being bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning. My alarm is going to go off in just a few hours.

So it's starting to get a little chilly in the city. I could be attempting to cling on to the warm weather just a little longer, but it seems to be that it's too cold too early this year. Granted, it's not Boston weather, of which I am grateful, but it doesn't feel like GA weather to me.

Ok... I think I heard the Sandman sneak into the house. I'm going to go catch him before he runs off again. Wish me luck...

Peanut Changed Her Status to Patient

Hello stranger… I know that is exactly what you are thinking. It has been forever and a day since I have graced Peanut’s Pod. Some folks were wondering what happened to me… I’m still alive.

There has been a lot going on since the last time I wrote. I spent my last night in Boston with A1, talking and making plans for future get-togethers. She stayed with me the night, helped me drag my bags downstairs, caught a few of my tears as I cried goodbye and saw me off in my last taxi ride from 682 Massachusetts Ave to Logan Airport.

Everything after that was a rush up until August. My main goal between June and August was to complete my thesis. That was a headache within itself and then there were added personal issues on top of that. There is not enough space for me to go through all that stuff and honestly I don’t think I’d like to. Some things are just better left in the past. So I finished my thesis, graduated (HOORAY) and since then have been sitting at the house (SIGH). The first couple of weeks were great and then the insanity set in. I attempted to return to the blog then, but realized I had absolutely nothing to say. There was nothing to tell. My daily activities were wake up, feed myself, don’t spend any money, search for jobs, watch tv, wash and go back to bed. Oh yeah, and pray for a job.

Well thank goodness that time period is over. I return to work on Monday and I am ready. Bored and broke doesn’t look good on me.

Aight that’s a very light recap and now on to other things…

I realize that I am starting to want a little more out of life. For the most part whenever I considered the near future I thought about my career and financial stability. As far as love and family were concerned, “it’ll come in time” would be my response. I’m finding more and more that I want that time to be now. I want to be married or at least know that I’m with the one who is the one. Hell, who am I kidding? I’d settle for just a meaningful relationship with a man even if he isn’t the one. It can be difficult entering FB land to read all the posts of “happy with him”, “can’t get enough of him”, such and such “status now in a relationship, engaged or married”. I am beginnning to feel like the last kid picked for kickball. PICK ME, PICK ME (hand waving in the air)!!! I wanna change my little pitiful single status to something else.

Now of course I understand that what God has for me is for me and that he will deliver it in HIS own time. I also know that I must be content with the blessings that I have, which are many. I know this and understand. It’s still hard to fight back those desires of wanting more. In some way, shape or form I do believe everyone wants to be in a relationship. Of course we can all stand on our own. Even so, isn’t life just lovely when you have a significant other? Isn’t it nice having someone who genuinely cares about you and wants to make you happy. A FB friend of mine points out the feelings associated with not having a significant other: an empty apartment, less phone rings, cooking for one, and movies alone. Am I wrong for wanting this to change?

And so many will respond, “get out there and meet people”. I do and I’ve got enough “friends” to start a small country. I just wonder when and how a man decides that he wants to build on a friendship and why hasn’t anyone decided that they want to explore this option with me. What am I doing wrong? No I’m not bombarding any man with these thoughts of mine; that’s a sure way to get him to run. I do the normal... go out, have fun, converse and offer myself as a true and genuine friend. Where is the glitch? I mean recently I meet a guy. I think he is pretty cool. He’s got some nice things going for himself and I’d like to learn more. One day he seems interested and as the days continue, it seems as if his interest is fading. What da hell did I do?

We now return you to normal programming, already in session. Ok, I had to vent momentarily. What was I saying?? Awww yes… I must be content. I must be patient. I must remember it's not my time, but HIS. Keep on living and maybe one day God will decide it’s my turn to change my FB status. LOL. Now I must go pray for patience…