Monday, January 07, 2008

Back in the Saddle for the '08 season!

Alright, Party People!

I've had a most excellent 2 week vacation. 'Tis a good thing when the chains break off and I can get away from the Oppressor.

Really though.

But I'm back now... back at work.

Back in the saddle, shorty!!

I was crazy ill for most of December, to the point where I don't remember much of what went on that month.

But now I can breathe.

It's a new year. I can breathe.

I limped out of 2007...

But I got a strong walk right now. Maybe I will break out in a full sprint any minute now.

LOL!!!

My Phrase for 2008:

Taken from my blog sista the LadyBug Mocha. So important that we made it a postulate.

LB Postulate #1:

MAN UP! Stop being a PUNK!!!!

I remember when she first said that. We were all on the email thread and Serenity30 was whining HARD about some "female problems". (Yeah I said it. Don't ACT! We all have them once a month, LOL). LB, in her always professional and courteous email "voice" was trying to encourage and console her. I was, too. LB continued in her encouragement, but at the end of one email she wrote:

MAN UP! Stop being a PUNK!!!!

(Okay, it's one of those things where you had to be there to get the full effect. The ish was truly funny at the time.)

But it has been a mantra of sorts for me for the past month or two. Reminds me to not focus on the problem, but to get my behind in gear and DO something!

I've been encouraging others with this mantra.... Oh, we must leave everything off after the "Man Up!"

It comes out as "Man up, it's gonna be okay, it's gonna work out fine... the new year is here."

Sounds softer, kinder and gentler doesn't it?

Looks like everybody was having a JACKED UP time in the latter parts of 2007... I had to say that a bit too often.

But I, LadyLee, need something that hits me in the head like a sledgehammer... and "Man UP, Stop being a PUNK!!!!"... well, it get's the Oldgirl moving in the right direction.

Really though.

My Song for 2008:

I don't listen to current urban music or music that's out right now. Don't like it, can't stand it. Chewing gum for the brain, that's what it is.

Case in point: You know it's bad when, riding with Serenity30 and she had a CD playing and I was wondering silently to myself ("I know this girl ain't playing some Liza Minelli. Or is that Judy Garland???)

I didn't want to say anything, but I eventually asked her...

She said it was somebody name Amy Winehouse. Funny, never heard of the chick.

(I heard that song... "They said I got to go to re.hab, I said no, no, no".... You've got to be kidding me. Really. You can't expect me to filter such garbage through my eargate. Goodness. The chick can sing, though!)

No chewing gum for the Oldgirl... I'll take a piece of fried chicken please.

In other words, I'll take some REAL music.


crazy soundtrack has been bumping in my car CD player for a good month, the Coffy Soundtrack. I like it VERY VERY much. (Too much if you ask some folks, lol.) Anyone who rides in my car, or who is around me (like in my work cubicle area)... let's just say they get a good heaping dose of that soundtrack. PHAT dose!

It's made up of mostly instrumentals, and most songs are 1 to 3 minutes long. There are a couple of songs that sound like someone was a bit, uh... inebriated or something like that. But it is a very good soundtrack!

The words of one particulary song, kind of get around to what I'm feeling about transitioning from 2007 into into 2008.

But there is one song I like in particular that really moves me... you know, one of those songs that lifts your spirits... 'Tis the type of song you play when you're washing dishes and vacuuming the floor, lol.

THAT type of song.

And it gives me hope for the New Year, I don't really know why... but let's just say it's LadyLee's theme music for 2008!!

Shining Symbol (Coffy Soundtrack, circa 1974)

[Music all doggone slow and depressing]


It's not the end.
It's the beginning.

The law surrounds you.
The court tries you.
The jail engulfs you.

But...

It's not the end.
It's the beginning.

Darkness conceals your sable soul.

[Music kicks up, gets all hopeful!]
Revenge is a virtue
You stood up like you should
Standing up strong
Like we all wish we could!

You're a shining symbol!
A shining symbol!
A shining symbol!
Of Black Pride!

You're a new breed
A future seed!
A new breed
A future seed
Of Black Pride... Yeah!!!!

You're a shining symbol!
A shining symbol!
A shining symbol!
Of Black Pride!

You're a new breed
A future seed!
A new breed
A future seed
Of Black Pride... Yeah!!!!

I don't know, man... That song makes me feel all - warm and fuzzy inside. Gives me hope, you know. Like, you was JACKED up in 2007, but we 'bout to do the darn thing in '08!!

Don't know how I got that out of that song... Maybe it was all the cold medication I inhaled in December... it was playing games with my brain. LOL!!

I had a lot of Christmas pics. Couldn't get them loaded up on my sis's bootleg computer, so I walked away. I didn't bother to fool with my other computer sources.I was thinking about going wireless this year, but decided not to.

I think I'm going to go the route of peace this year, where I have more quiet time... a chance for me to slooooow down, and read, write, pray... think clearly.

But you know me! Gots all kinds of wonderful tales in store for the House of LadyLee!

Stay tuned!

And Happy New Year!


Friday, January 04, 2008

Food for Thought: Notes from Serenity's Wine Cellar, Part I


They say that SHE,
that Original Oldgirl
Serenity 3-0,
keeps her deepest thoughts,
her lessons learned in this thing called...

LIFE. . .

locked away in a deep dark wine cellar,
in some hidden place,
where she has precariously scratched them on the mud packed walls
with her finger...
so she will always remember,
and never forget...

I, The Original Oldgirl LadyLee...
have found that forbidden place
and have transcribed what I could
from the walls
for us all
to meditate upon...

Her words are like medicine for the soul...
Cool water for thirst...
Afro Sheen for an afro that's
oh
so
dry...

LOL LOL HAAAAAAA!

Yeah mon... you know me and my poems. I know I be trying to write a poem, don't I? HA! I bet I broke every poetic law with THAT one. If I turned that in, I would get it back with a big fat red "F" on top! That poem I just wrote sounds like I'm under the influence of something...

'Tis almost as bad as the poem "Pink" that I wrote for the Queen of Lurk City...

But you know where my heart is... Right? RIGHT?

LOL!

That Original Oldgirl Serenity 3-0 has said a few things over on her blog that made me sit back and think...

And I'm turning every Friday in January over to her...

Maybe you will recognize yourself in some of the things she has to say.

Enjoy. This is the last day of my 2 week vacation. I am going back to bed.

You all have a good weekend.

Notes from the Heart of S3-0.

“Nobody's in charge of your happiness but you.”

“Sometimes I think to myself that some of the things I have learned, some of the life lessons, man I paid dearly for them. But sometimes you can't understand the magnitude of something until you go "THROUGH" it. Not around it, observe it, under it, over it, but THROUGH it.”

“Time will tell you everything you ever wanted to know about a person.”

“Continuing to harp on who did what and why back in the day gets your nowhere but angry all over again. I'm no longer that little helpless girl who felt abandonned, angry and embarrassed… I'm not saying you should forget or never review your past, but just realize what's important, what you can control and move the hell on..”

“Every detail of the painting aint' cause for alarm.. But the big picture is what you have to learn to concentrate on.”

Thursday, January 03, 2008

**HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY, SERENITY**

I would like to wish my baby blog sista… The infamous wine swizzlin’ super shoe queen blogger Serenity 3-0, formerly Serenity 23, a Happy 30th birthday…




**LadyLee twists the top off a cold bottle of Manachevitz and pours herself a Mason Jar full and sips it with a straw.**

Dang, Serenity. you bootleg wine sommelier… I know that just made you CRINGE.

Manachevitz on ice… so nice, so nice!

Turning 30.

‘Tis a monumental thing.

For I, LadyLee, have been perched on the highest mountaintop, screaming to the top of my lungs, my hands cupped around my mouth for effect, something that really tics Serenity, the clear heeled one, off something terrible.

“You don’t know Nothing ‘til you turn 30.”

**Ladylee ducks as Serenity 3-0 hurls her clear heel shoe through the air**

(Man! She can’t STAND when I say that.)

Those of you who, like myself are leaning up against 40, or beyond even, know what I mean. We thought we knew EVERTHING in our 20’s and looking back? Man, come on, you know you can look back and see some old off the wall crap you did, just ‘cause you just KNEW what you were doing.

And you didn’t know your head from your behind!

Don’t ACT like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about!

“You don’t know Nothing ‘til you turn 30.”

One of my male friends didn’t agree. He said it’s more like the age of 32, or something like that (for men, I suppose). Shoot, LadyTee has been told by MANY peeps lately that you don’t start actually LIVING until you turn 40! Oh my!

Well, it’s weird… It’s like, somewhere between the ages of 27 and 30, some metamorphical (is that a word?) thing takes place. It’s like the thick cloud of smoke engulfing your peanut head starts to clear out. You start figuring out what you need to do, and get to doing it, and lo and behold, it’s is actually the RIGHT thing to do, and it produces good fruit (results). You may even go through some things spiritually. At any rate, things start to fall into place, because you’re making better decisions and what not.

That’s what happened with me. And I’ve had the priviledge to sit back and watch Serenity 3-0 go through her “metamorphical” thang.

I’ve been fooling around on the blogosphere with Serenity since some time in 2005. I think I related to some of her family isshas, and most importantly, her attitude in dealing with such. I am the type of Oldgirl that when I have family or people isshas, or my people are tripping on me or stressing me the “blank” out, I simply disappear. I won’t be talking to them. I have NO tact in dealing with people. I don’t know how to cheese in people’s faces or stroke egos. You will NOT stress me out. Stress aggravates my autoimmune isshas something terrible. Have a nice life, I’ll holler.

But I was amazed at her ability to deal with fam in the face of craziness. I wish that I had that type of tact and patience. That, I do not have, and uh, I probably won’t have it.

Then she started going through her spiritual thing, trying to pinpoint her purpose, where she was spiritually, all of that. She blogged through it all, and it was nice to see her blog about this this, as I deal with my own spirituality issues too. I think I would go blog out of control in her comment section… She started reading my blog. It was a bit, uh different from my blog comments over in her neck of the woods.

This confused her a bit, because you know, when you enter my blog, The House of Ladylee?

You slip off into that giddy, giddy, funny-funny, all things SMURFY…

Laaaa-Laaaa-La-La-La- LAAAAAH!

She came over one day, busting out windows in the House of LadyLee, TRIPPING in my comment section, complaining about my smurfiness and screaming some craziness to the effect of “Why don’t you write something to help a sista out?” I didn’t know her well. Not enough for her to be raising a ruckus like that. It got to the point where I was wondering “What the heck is this broad’s problem?”

So, that is where the “Food for Thought” posts that I do every now and again come from. Serenity be needing some help, LOL. But no, all the “smurfiness” is just a small slice of the LadyLee pie. A slight sliver, really. LadyLee is the deranged, serial killer, chicken scratch side of my personality…

Much more to me than what goes on over in these parts…

I am CONSTANTLY thinking about spiritual things and the relation to whatever I’m struggling with and/or trying to conquer or overcome in my life. She and I have talked much about this on other blogs, IMs, on the phone, emails, etc…

All of her convos, verbal smackdowns (LOL), encouragements, etc… have been a blessing to me…

Now…

For the past couple of years, she has been sitting on the busted curve, a hard frown clouding her face and her lip all poked out… Her spiky clear heel shoes tap the asphalt.

And she’s been clutching her secured ten dollar “Oldgirl-in-Training” card.

(Yo S, that card got teeth marks on it. You been chewing on that, gal? Cut it out!! LOL!)

*Serenity removes the card from her mouth*

And she’s been working that “OIT” card, and has been vicious about it…

I told her that she was too young…

Because, if you remember…

“You don’t know NOTHIN’ ‘til you turn 30.”

But now, Serenity is 30…

And that card is like a training bra… Serenity has been whispering in her squeaky voice:

"I’s a big girl now, LadyLee!"

She can now throw down her chewed up secured training card, and pick up this brand spanking new Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus card.

Does she get it because she’s been wanting one? Or because she just turned 30?

No to both questions.

If that was the case, she wouldn’t be getting one. Wouldn’t qualify for one. She would’ve had her OIT card snatched by now.

If you can remember, when I gave The Queen of Lurk City her card a couple of weeks ago, I wrote about what constitutes Original Oldgirl status… If you haven’t read that, go back and read that. I won’t rehash here…

But I will talk about something else that has gone on with me,in relation to all this. And I know Serenity will appreciate this, because this is on some ol’ non-Smurfy (darn!) “Food for Thought” Tip… giving you more insight into LadyLee than I care to give.

(But I don’t care. I. don’t. care!!! It’s Serenity’s Birthday! *LadyLee tosses rose petals in air and busts bottles of Shiraz (Serenity’s favorite wine) on the hard concrete floor!*)

I think, back in the winter of 2007, Serenity started blogging about being interested in a career change. She was a paralegal at the time, and the new career had something to do with something related to insurance. She didn’t mention this much on the email thread. Not sure why the thread had gone pretty much silent back then. But I do remember her talking about it on her blog, and doing her research, and talking about it more and more…

There were so many words on top of words on top of words…

She eventually got an interview for a job in another state, some 12 hours from her home state of Louisiana.

What REALLY got to me, what brought a tear to my eye, was when she said in a post something to the effect of whatever happens will happen. It was in God's hands, and she was going to basically occupy until she heard something.

When I read that… I thought, “Oh. No. The fiery headed chicken (inside joke) is about to GO!”

I think she got the call a couple of days later, and they offered her the job. She took the job, meticulously planned the move, and she was there.

All that she did… it taught me a lot about courage.

I don’t tell people this, but courage is something that I struggle with something terrible. I have a tendency to choke, THEN get the courage up… then make it do what it do. But courage…it is something that I pray about often. Still do.

On her way to Charlotte, Serenity passed through the Atlanta area, and we had breakfast. It was my first time meeting her. I was very quiet. You know how that “star-struckedness” thing go. I mean, this was a chick I’d been dealing with for awhile, who knows more about me than most peeps (and I am SURE she thinks I am VERY strange, lol), but I’d never met her. And there she was, in flesh and blood.

I sowed a gift her way that morning. Didn’t tell her why or anything, just gave it to her.

I was happy for my friend. She showed me something important.

Words produce thoughts…
Thoughts produce action…
Actions produce our destiny


And this can go either way, bad or good… but with her, I saw the good.

She also showed me what it means to have courage. I remember being at home, washing dishes one night, praying and saying… "Lord, If Serenity can do this, move like that, I can take a doggone writing class. I can. And I will.”

Yeah, decisions happen when I’m washing dishes, LOL.

And I did. And I am VERY happy that I did. Yeah, I have my isshas in class. I don’t like being the only black person. White folk don’t get what I write (except for you, Rosemarie… you seem to like my writing, lol). But… I will have the COURAGE to work past my irritation with that. I must say, the pros faaaaar outweigh the cons. I always learn something in class that takes me a step further towards my goal of learning to write well.

S23 was the catalyst for such. As a matter of fact, when I have to summon up courage to do things these days, I think about her whole process, and all the blessings that have come from that. If she didn’t step out on faith and have courage, she would be sitting in the same place she has been wondering what would have happened if she would have taken that step. And it let’s me know that you never know who’s watching, who’s learning from your example.

Within the past couple of weeks, Serenity has been blogging about another situation that has caught my eye (Serenity, I’ma need you to STOP with the 3-4 blog posts a day. Stop it, I say. You know I don’t read blogs like I use to.) S23’s Aunt Tee, the woman who raised her, has been visiting with her for the holidays, and some situations have come up where Serenity has had to take care of some of her Aunt’s financial business, much to her Aunt’s dismay. It really got to me…

“Now, why is that, LadyLee?” you may ask…

I’d been discussing with my Aunt Joyce that one of my goals for the New Year was to set up some type of account for my grandma that was linked to mine, where I could transfer funds at will so she could have her gas and grocery money. I think my grandma’s gas is 20 bucks a month. And Grandma don’t eat much. SURELY I can take care of little stuff like this, ya know?

I needed to know from my Aunt if Grandma could keep up with a simple debit card. And I needed to know if Grandma knew what the meaning of “stealth” was… as in, she don’t need to be telling my Mama, uncles, and cousins and them about this. (Man I HATE that they be hitting her up for money). I hear that they don’t do this much anymore… i.e., me and Grandma can get our “stealth” thing going on.

I’d been dragging my feet on that… until I read back through some of Serenity’s recent posts yesterday morning and saw her exasperation over the situation with her Aunt…

What Serenity said was enough to quicken my step, enough for me to take action. Yesterday, I found myself sitting in the back office of a bank discussing some things with a personal banker. I found out that Grandma and I have the same bank, and I told them exactly what I wanted to do. I put Grandma on the speaker phone, and was able to set some things up just the way I like…

S23 has inspired me to take action once again…

So, for THAT S23?

For THAT… not this whole turning 30 thing (even though that is a requirement because, I reiterate… “You don’t know NOTHING ‘til you turn 30", LOL).

For THAT: You get your Original Oldgirl Platinum Card Carryin’ Status.

I hereby extend to you your Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card, good worldwide and on every planet in the solar system, good even on the Sun itself...with no monetary limits whatsover.

So if the police ever try to run up on you, or some folks try to jump ya, you can yell-

"Get back! I am an Oldgirl!"

I'm an "OG"!

"Get the **** back!!"

No, you'll still catch a beat down, and you'll still get locked up...

But you'll have the pride attached to being an Oldgirl...So, now, instead of that 10 dollar card… you have a Platinum plus Card, good on all planets, even the SUN!!!

You have the pride of knowing that..
One who is an Original!
One who is full of wisdom!
One who keeps it real!
One who has been through it all!
One marching like Miss Sophia on her way to a place of peace and victory......

Stand tall in your 5 inch clear heels
And make sure you don’t fall
Be proud
Say it loud

I, Serenity 3-0, am an… Original Oldgirl!

So, Oldgirl…I have managed to collect a few interesting quotes from your blog. Still got some digging around for a few gems that have inspired me… I told you that I would give you a whole week on my blog, but uh, since your birthday fell on a Thursday… you can forget about it!! I give you Fridays instead. The Friday “Food for thought” will come from you.

We’ll call it “Serenity’s Soup” or “Serenity’s Bottles of Boone’s Farm”

LOL LOL!!

Happy Birthday, Serenity, you Original Oldgirl you!

~LL.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Bah Humbug?

Ahhh yes…

‘Tis the holiday season.

Times of peace, love, joy…

Good will towards all men.

I don’t care much for it all, not much at all…

It’s times like these that my neighbors are all full of glee.

Fighting with the crowds over the last of the Christmas bargains...

Geez.

So…

I got a call a couple of weeks ago from my neighbor Tiny, letting me know that he was hanging out in my garage, doing something to his car.

I was like whatever. I would park in the driveway and he would pull my car in the garage when he finished.

I’d worked 12 hours that day, and was a little under the weather, but made it home by seven o’clock that evening. I pulled into my driveway to see my smiling neighbor Stan talking to anoher neighbor who had been apparently out walking her dog. I almost got the notion to drive past my house, because I was exhausted and was in NO mood to lollygag, but I pulled into my driveway anyway.

I figured I’d say a quick hi, and go on in the house.

After I opened my car door, and before my Nike could even hit the ground, Stan ran up to my car.

“Hiya, LadyLee” he yelled.

I just looked at him for a moment. Sometimes he can be as special as Forrest Gump. “Wassup Stan. And Hey, Nancy,” I mumbled.

“I got a question for you,” Stan said. I just looked at him. I want to put a strand of lights on your house.

“Bah Humbug, man,” I grumbled. “Ya’ll know I don’t decorate."

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just a simple strand of lights on your front rail.”

I wanted no part of this conversation. I got out of the car and opened my back door and grabbed my laptop bag. “Alright, man. Do whatever. Just let me know how much it’ll cost. I’m going in the house.”

“Oh noooo, Ladylee. No cost at all. You just keep being my neighbor. You are such a good neighbor!”

***big crickets****

Now, that statement left me a bit perplexed. I am a HORRIBLE neighbor. I don’t participate in neighborly get togethers, and I don’t pay attention to what’s going on. My garage is attached in the back of my house...




And I time it just right where I can hit that driveway, click the garage door open, drive in the garage and close the garage door before the neighbor's have time to catch me.

(Sidenote: One of the "locals", Mr. Thomas, seen here threatening me with a rake, has a problem with this. (post to come later)).



Case in point: there is a lesbian couple that lives next door to my neighbors Tiny and Hen-Dog. Tiny and I were sitting out on my front porch, and Tiny had this worried look on his face.

“Lee, I always see one of the ladies, but I never see the other young lady.”
“Maybe she just be in the house.”
“Hope she alright. It’s like she keep her locked up or something.”
“Whatever.”
“I wonder what’s going on with them?”
“Why don’t you go knock on the door and find out,” I suggested.
“I just don’t know, Lee. I mean, we never see the other girl, and—“
“Man, would you shut up? Who gives a damn! Long as they stay over there, I could care less what they over there doing!"


No, I’m NOT a loving and caring neighbor. I work all day. When I come home, I’m trying to go straight up in the house. You better hope I speak or wave before I speed off into my garage and shut the garage door.

And you can forget about decorating for the holidays. I don’t decorate. Stan and his man Paul go all out. Even my neighbor Tim had the nerve to have a large blow-up fully operational Christmas carousel in his yard.



(That is some craziness. Especially since Tim don't have any kids around)

Then they want to argue with me when I choose not to decorate.

Anyway, Stan said he would put some lights on my house. Whatever. I told him to knock himself out.

Anyway, I walked back outside later that night to check the mail, and saw this.




(I wanted to knock on Stan's door and ask him to sweep the leaves off my front porch.)

Stan had placed the lights on my house just that quick.


My sister got upset, which is outside of her usual character. (“Is he gonna pay part of the light bill, Lee? Don’t decorations attract criminals?” she yelled).

So now I got some lights on my house.

And it appears to all that I have some holiday cheer.

Go figure.

And with that... I want to say:

You all have a Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year!

Friday, December 21, 2007

... On getting that STATUS!!

Oh man....

status, status, status...

It is that time...

That time to give out some "STATUS".

That **Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card**carryin' status, that is.


Now, I read something at one of my blog sister's spot. It was a lament of sorts:

"**Sigh** I thought that I would be eligible for a Platinum Oldgirl card in about a year or 2, but after last night, my application would be denied...in fact, I don't even think that the Oldgirl Board of Directors would even deliberate as long as Tyra and 'em on ANTM."

I think she did something that SHE felt put her status in jeopardy.

It left me scratching my head and gazing skyward, fighting to understand...



To the point where I thought to myself, the next time I grant someone their "Oldgirl" card, I need to explain what this truly means.

It ain't got nothing to do with whether I like you or not. Man oh man, it ain't got nothing to do with "Oh, you did something wrong, so you are DENIED."

Wow. That's some craziness. Judgmental, even. ICK.

But in a nutshell, I grant a card when someone consistently inspires me.

Now, there are people out there who inspire me all the time. Lots.

But to be more specific, do I think about you when I am in a hard place emotionally or mentally? Do I think about something you've overcome, or are going through, and it helps me move forward?

Have you given me advice that causes me to "turn a sharp corner" in my life? More specifically, as I'm barreling down my lane in this road called Life, and I am coming up waaaay to fast on a sharp turn and it looks as if I'm about to crash, do you lean over and grab the steering wheel with ease and help me negotiate that turn?

You know, do you do something that helps an Oldgirl get through them crazy times? I'm not talking about financially. (Let's get that straight right now, man. Lee don't borrow bread.) When I think of you, does it give me courage? Does just watching you and the things you do jack my faith up a notch?

Are you a positive influence in my life?

Hmm...

I know, I know that's a lot to understand.

But THAT's what gives you status.

I don't know, if it's just me, or not, but it seems like I live in a society where it is wholly acceptable of finding ways of getting over on the system or on people. That "getting over" mentality disturbs me deeply.

I tend to draw near to people who aren't like that.

So, when I come across people who help people out of the goodness of their heart, I truly appreciate it, for this is the type of person I hope to someday be. And it inspires me to "pass it forward", i.e., to work hard on being the type of person willing to lend a helping hand, to be a good listener, to be a good example, and to be the type of person who one can come to for advice.
I think that is my vision for myself, and a viable goal to work toward... I continue to be a work in progress.

So, three Bloggers (retired and/or going strong) have been granted their Original Oldgirl and Oldboy status.

Sharon (Ms. JustWriteNow). I met Sharon at an Atlanta book club conference, at a Tayari Jones reading back in 2005. I remember her asking questions that I was way too afraid to ask my favorite author. I sat next to her in a novel writing seminar, and we got to talking, and later emailing, etc... She started blogging, and leaving comments all around the blogosphere that were so incredibly heavy that they shut the whole post down, lol. We've talked on the phone much, and she has helped me deal with some isshas that have bothered me for years... We spoke on the phone a couple of weeks ago, and as usual, I leave whatever convo we have... a MUCH better person.

Chele: The recently retired Chele had the most fabulous blog. What I liked most about her was that she wasn't afraid to say "I'm hurting" or "I'm depressed". I know that don't seem like much, but when you are willing to face and deal your hurt or pain, instead of burying it... well, that's a good thing. Growing up, I've had to bury alot of my feelings, and people who know me know that I hide my feelings and don't talk much about them. Well, I learned from her, that it's "okay" and that even though such feelings arise, they will past. I also learned from her the power of self assessment.

She also wrote two of the most important books I've ever read: Raymond's Daughters, and her collections of poetry and essays, Confessions of a Beautiful Woman. Both had isshas in them that helped me see much about myself, moving me to the point of getting a bit overly emotional, but nevertheless helping me solve some deep-rooted things that were really bothering me.

Hassan: What can I say about the first Original Oldboy? The brother is something else. I credit him for verbally pimp slapping me hard, snatching me out of my utter misery and depression over my brother joining the military. Plus, just like Chele, he has such a powerful way with self-assessment, not afraid to examine himself and his life AND make the much needed changes to get where he needs to be. For that, I am grateful, and because of him, I am QUICK to assess my ownself, in the most honest manner possible. I am quick to move forward and make the necessary changes, or at least know that is what I must do.

So, I hope you can see what I mean by "Status" here.

So with all that said, I have TWO Original Oldgirl cards to award, one of which I will award today. The other will be awarded on January 3rd, 2008, when the recipient turns 30 (a requirement of status: you must be at least 30 years old.)

Now...

I've gotten questions galore over past couple of years:

"When you gonna give ya girl her Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card carryin' status?"

"Who?" I ask.

"You know, ya girl... Tayari Jones?"

"Oh," I always say. "I don't know. Haven't really given it much thought."

For she is a frickin' celebrity in my eyes, one of my favorites. LOL. I choke when she is around. I try to remember to watch my English and be on my best behavior.

For I want to be like her when I grow up. I want to be an artist, a powerful storyteller... able to bend a simile with my bare hands. Able to leap a metaphor in a single bound.

I remember the first time I'd read some of her writing, a short story entitled "Press and Curl", from an anthology of African American short stories. This is the way I find new authors. I will read an anthology, and if I like the story, I will go buy everything that the author has written. (For example, right now I am reading an old anthology Shaking the Tree: a collection of New Memoir and Fiction by Black Women.)

I remember reading Tayari Jones' story, and being blown away. In my opinion, it was the best story in the book. I remember telling my best friend LadyTee.

"Man, I found this chick who can write her ass off!"

LOL. Yeah, that's just how excited I was.

I ran to Borders and bought her first novel... and looking around to see if she had written something else, so I could buy that too.

So I read Leaving Atlanta, and it blew my socks off. The Untelling left me floored too.

I was over at the book-remarks website, author Cynthia Rax's website devoted to black literature, and there was a list of "author blogs" over there (I didn't know what a "blog" was). I saw that Tayari had one of these blogs, so I visited.

I began reading, and as I was struggling through my own manuscript at the time, began to take note of some of the advice she was doling out in some of her posts. I remember wanting to leave a comment, but thinking for some reason, that I wasn't allowed to do so. So I just kept reading, and one day left a comment anyway.

She sent me an email on 6/24/05, which I have kept and still read often, when I am having a bad day.

"Hi! Thanks for visiting my blog. I just have one little comment for you. Always remember, you already ARE a writer. You may aspire to publication, etc. but your heart it what determines if you are a writer or not."

Whoa. I didn't know WHAT to think about that.

So, her blog was the first blog I'd ever read... and because of that, the infamous "LadyLee" blog began.

(You didn't know that, did ya?)

Tayari was the main reason I paid my 240 bucks to attend the National Black Book Club conference. I remember thinking that I could pay some doggone bills with that money, but I wanted to see this author, this author who's writing was on a whole nother level, speak... to hear her read from her own work. Then she answered a bunch of writing questions. It was like a damn workshop or something. (Sharon and I STILL talk about some of the advice she gave). She signed my books, and even took a picture with me. Even remembered me as "LadyLee" from her blog.

Shoot man... after that, I could just gone home, as far as I was concerned! It was over! I was done!

I continued to peruse her blog, leaving comments here and there. I would go see her speak whenever she came to town... and learn MUCH to help my own writing in the process.

She got stranded one time, while at her parents house in the ATL, and called me for assistance. Man, that was waaaaay too much for me to handle. Me and my brother took so many pictures and movies that day that I knew Tayari had to be thinking "These are some wack fools here!" LOL.

Yes, I am a fan. A fan for life. I will always support her and her writing.

And I will always jock like crazy. LOL!

But lately...

I would say, in the past year or so, she has become much more than one of my favorite authors.

First of all, I have calmed down tremendously. Yeah, I throw a lot of shrines up to her over here at the House of LadyLee but uh... I don't choke up and lose my mind in her presence, LOL.

I remember her coming down to my lab, and hanging out for lunch last January. (I wish I could have arranged the proper lab tour for her, instead of my impromptu bootleg version, lol.) I think that day, after some of the things she and I talked about, that I saw that she is a real person.

I talked to my best friend LadyTee later that day about it all.

"So how was lunch, Lee?"
"Man, it was off the chain. I was blown away. I had lunch with my favorite author. DANG!"
"That's good. I'm glad you had a nice time."
"But one thing I know."
"What's that?"
"Man, it is weird, but Tayari is, I don't know, normal."
"Why you say that?"
"Wasn't expecting that. Tayari is some damn Celie. She got the same isshas we got, same concerns, dreams and stuff like we have. That is strange."
"Well she human, girl."
"Yeah, but it's just weird."


Weird indeed. But makes her more real. Yes indeed.

To the point where if I see her or talk to her, I want to say "What's up Celie?" LOL. (You know I'm too reserved to do such, though).

And I am finding out that we have A LOT in common. A whole lot, to the point that it is scary. I'm not sure she see that, but I do.

But I have learned much from her. MUCH. 5 minutes of talking to her about some writing craft isshas is the same as an all day workshop. She explains things so succinctly that I have to be death, dumb, blind and stupid not to understand it. I'm STILL not sure how she do that sh**. She's a teacher at heart, and maybe that's it. I don't know, but I appreciate it!

I see her as a mentor of sorts. Now, in anything I do, I have mentors, ALL of which are ones I don't ask to mentor me, but who I just sit back and watch, and take note of what they are doing, and how they handle situations. I have mentors who don't even know they are mentors. And she is definitely a mentor to me.

I found myself whining to her the other day about my writing class isshas, (and I shut myself up real quick after I realized I was whining, lol), but again she said some things that straightened my head out, and gave me the courage to move forward in spite of how I was feeling.

And that, I am glad of... Really though.

And I am always referring back to that first email that she sent me. It stretched much further than writing. It became something universal with me. It causes me to be more cognizant of where my "heart" is on a matter, and keeps me true to what's in my heart in all my dealings, concerns, attitudes, hopes, dreams, and actions.

I have learned from her that it is essential to lend a helping hand, and that there are always ways that I can be helpful to people all around me, whether in action or words... these are things I can continually work on...

So with that... Miss Tayari Jones... Miss Celie... Racer X!

I hereby annoint you an Original Oldgirl. One who has made an impact on me, one who has given me courage to develop in my writing skills, one who has given me the courage to push forward in this dream no matter what...

I hereby extend to you your Original Oldgirl Platinum Plus Card, good worldwide and on every planet in the solar system, good even on the Sun itself...with no monetary limits whatsover.

So if the police ever try to run up on you, or some folks try to jump ya, you can yell-

"Get back! I am an Oldgirl!"

I'm an "OG"!

"Get the **** back!!"

No, you'll still catch a beat down, and you'll still get locked up...

But you'll have the pride attached to being an Oldgirl...
One who is an Original!
One who is full of wisdom!
One who keeps it real!
One who has been through it all!
One marching like Miss Sophia on her way to a place of peace and victory......

One who drops science and knowledge like it ain't nothin' but a thang!!

Congratulations... you Original Oldgirl you!

Use your card wisely!!!

~That Oldgirl LadyLee~