Friday Freestyles

Good Friday Morning!

And it is Day 4 of the Shutdown!

Still feels odd not going to work this morning. But it feels good to see the Republicans shoot themselves in the foot...

Again.

and Again.

*reloads shot gun and aims at foot*

And again and again.

I have a whole new respect for President Obama. He's not letting up on NOTHING. Good. Don't negotiate. Don't fund the piecemeal approach. Stand firm on these suckers.

Republicans still haven't gotten over losing the election. That's what that's all about.

*ladylee spikes the tea party's tea with a STRONG laxative*

People do strange things when they are constipated. Sometimes one gets so constipated that they become DELUSIONAL.

That's all I have to say about that.

And there was a shoot out up on Capitol Hill. I hate that lady got shot and killed. They said she had mental issues. I was wondering if this was someone was mad about the shutdown. It's bad either way. And it turns out the Capitol Police aren't getting paid. I don't know if I'm mature enough to be out there chasing down folks and shooting folks... and I'm not getting paid. Much to think about.

I am doing okay. I haven't talked to anyone much about all of this, because I don't need anything negative pouring into my mind and spirit. Those I have discussions with have been more than helpful, over and beyond, really. I had the best text message convo with my best friend in my head, reader Lisa B. (Good talking to you, Ma!). So I am happy about that. We do have good church service over text message. Yes indeed!

I am SOOOO excited this morning because I get to go to church! I love morning bible study, but I can't go because I have to work. I might have to do a little *church jog in the corner* when I get there.

Afterwards, Grandma and I are going to go get flu shots. I had the flu last year. And baby? That's not the business. I didn't eat for 3 days. AND I worked during that time. If you don't get your leave requests in time, you gotta work. I didn't mind, only because everybody was on vacation for the Christmas holidays. There wasn't much work. I know I was passed out in my cubicle.  I didn't eat for 3 days. I knew enough to drink copious amounts of water and put my juicer to work.  There's a juice bar a block from my job. I know that lady was tired of me coming in and ordering the same ol' apple blackberry peach banana spinach concoction. And me asking each time "Can you add a couple more handfuls of spinach please? Thank you."

LOL. So I'm scooping up Grandma and taking her to the drugstore for her flu shot. My treat. And I'm getting my shot too.

Grandma is doing well. She is quick to get up and open the door for me. She has on her jeans and sweatshirt and sneakers. She giggles hard when I say "Look at you, girl! Got ya blue jeans on looking all good, like you fixing to get out of here and run the streets! Go head on, girl!"

When I visited last Monday, my little second cousin Champ was there. He was out of school because he wan't feeling well. So he was spending the day with his Granddaddy (my Uncle Tweet) and his Great-Grandmother.

He is seven years old now, and I haven't seen him since he was 3 or 4 so he doesn't really remember me. I love my blog, because I can go back and pull old pictures. Here's a picture of him and his Granddaddy from a loooong time ago...

He was such a sweet baby. I remember cuddling and playing with him.  But I have only seen him a couple of times since then, so he doesn't remember me.

"I'm yo cousin, Baby!" I hollered.  "Your cousin Lisa! Your mama is my little cousin! She's cousin Kim!"

This was a lot for him to digest, seeing that I am so much older than my cousins.

And he was a bit O_O when I called his Granddaddy "Tweet".

I don't even put the Uncle on the front. "I call your Granddaddy by his nickname "Tweet" or "Tweekie". I don't call him Uncle Dellan Junior like everybody else. That is crazy to me."

I explained that everybody (my uncles, aunt, and mama) was really young when I was little (age 17-23). So I call people what they called people. I even call my grandmother "Mama". Just because everybody else did, and I was never corrected.

And I upset lil' Champ in another way. We had convos about his favorite foods. I told him that I would try some of them, but I won't buy them. I will just go in the store and open a bag and take some... then put the bag or box back up on the shelf. Or I'd just scoop a little of something out of a jar with my fanger, just enough to taste, and put the jar back on the shelf."

Poor Champ was a bit horrified. "You can't do that, Cousin Lisa! The stores have security. They will get you!"

"No they won't," I replied. "'Cause I know how to run. I run real fast, homeboy. Real fast."

Our exchanges had Grandma in stitches. She was laughing so hard that she was crying.

No telling what he went home and told his Mama. Cousin Kim is going to give me the *side-eye* the next time she sees me. LOL.

Song of the Week. I don't listen to much rap, but I am loving Kendrick Lamar right now. Yes I know I am late. But I don't listen to urban radio. I only caught up on him because he was on Saturday night live. I posted those performances last week.

I am more up on instrumentals. I don't care for the rap lyrics that much, as much that is said ain't about nothing positive. But I like his Swimming Pools song.



I like that picture. It says a lot. You can see the contemplation... and the bottle.

And so do the lyrics at the end of the song on the CD... which you don't get in the radio or video version.

All I have in this life is my new appetite for failure
And I got hunger pain that grow insane
Tell me, do that sound familiar?
If it do, then you're like me:
Making excuse that your relief
Is in the bottom of a bottle
And the greenest indo leaf...

Yes, we do much to self-medicate. Combine that with peer pressure and excuses and you have a recipe for problems.

Oh my.

I haven't planned my weekend. The things I do on the weekend, well, I've done in the last three days. But I have a lot that I want to do. I spent a little time in the garage cleaning out my deep freezer yesterday. It went out. I thought something had died in my garage. (And I wasn't going to go looking for whatever it was, honey).  But it was my freezer. I don't use it much, but there was some gumbo in there. And that spoiled and you know how that seafood starts to smell...

I would normally just go buy another one freezder, but I have to pause now. I paid $140 for that medium chest freezer some 8 years ago. But like I said, I have to pause now. I have put it on a list instead.

l don't like this "new" thing of deciding between a "Want" and a "need".  My needs list has become a priority with this shut down, and my "wants" list takes a back seat.

Not a good thing. Or is it a good thing?

Hmm...

We will think on that one.

In the meantime... Have a good weekend.

Not by default, but by design... and on purpose.