Friday Freestyles... The Strange and Arse Hot Edition

It's Friday!

*wide swooping cartwheels*

Oh how glad I am of that.

And I have a 3 day weekend. Your friendly neighborhood Oldgirl is glad of it.

Once again I have all these wonderful plans. Knowing me, I will only accomplish a fraction of them. And that is okay. Just glad to be OFF, man!

And is it just me or is it ARSE HOT outside??? WOW! I tell you, my hair is a little thin in the top. It felt like the sun was sitting on top of my head. I cannot have to sunroof open. It is TOO HOT. OH MY!!

It is suppose to reach 102 degrees this weekend. ARSE HOT.

This has been a long week. I've had to be to work early a couple of days this week, so I am feeling a little O_o right now. Even had to wear something presentable, i.e., clothes I don't wear to work. It felt quite odd. I had to do that because some contractor folks were coming in. Didn't know if they would show up in their Sunday's best, so I had to oblige. Luckily they didn't,

And I won't today. NERP.

Back to jeans, t-shirt and sneakers!

On to my freestyles.

Strange stuff... Tbis was a strange week indeed.

1. These past few mornings, there are large gangs of white teenagers cleaning up my neighborhood. Not sure who or where they are from. My first thougt is that they got in a lot of trouble and are on punishnment. But it is most likely some communtiy service project. Hmmm...

I drive by slowly and peer at them curiously.

I want to ask them if they will go up to 555 (my proverbial address) and clean up any trash they see over there (Maybe a stray can or two. I don't know who keeps throwing random stuff in my yard, but they better CUT IT OUT.)

2. It was strange how Anne Curry got dissed on The Today show. That broad put in some WORK. And they placed the blame on her for their low ratings. There were SO MANY comments in different places from people saying they will not watch the program anymore. Add me to them. I could take or leave Anne Curry. But she got DISSED. Walked off with a gang of money, but dissed. Hence, I am watching Good Morning America now, which is a better show anyway.

3. Very strange that Obamacare passed... with Judge Roberts as the deciding vote. Sir, the republicans are HOT with you. You won't be invited to anymore parties. You lost a bunch of friends. Wow!

4. It is strange how Attorney General Eric Holder is being treated by Congress.
My goodness. I still don't know what's going on. But uh, does anyone remember the Iran Contra Affair? Hmm... Go look it up.

As LadyTee says... Obama and them try to get up there and do what these white leaders have done in the past! Those white leaders got away with stuff. We don't and we won't.

That's right. Not all that strange... But it is strange to hear the republicans hollering about everything that was okay in the past.

I'm just saying.

Enough of the strange moments... on to other things.

Post of the Week. From the Infamous La. I so love her musings. I stalk her like crazy. I love this post.

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning. 

That was GOOD, La. It left me breathless. I LOVE your writing, Oldgirl.

Quote of the Week: From a book I'm reading by Joyce Meyers, Power thoughts.

It is a German Proverb.

"Begin to weave and God will supply the thread."

In other words, get moving. Start stepping. Move forward. Provision will be there.

That's for Chele. Because I know she'll like it. :)

Song of the week: I love this song. It makes me happy.



It reminds me of my coworker Lieutenannt By... When he works in the lab, he plays Sade REAL loud.

By won't play the Blues for you... By will play that Sade for you!

LOL

(Trust me. You just have to be there to understand that one. LOL)

That is it for Friday Freestyles!

You have a good weekend... on purpose!

Finally Home

They said that you should look out…

Yes, you heard them say it on the car radio as you were driving home from work.
They said it in frantic tones
The said that you should look out for the one who escaped from the mental institution just down the road.

But you don’t worry.

For any escapee with any good sense would run far away.
They’d take a train, a bus, an unattended car.
You live too close to the asylum.

So close that you can see the west side of it from your kitchen window
And you can see the patients peering out the windows of the place
Eyes vacant, staring and longing
For a better life
A better day
A better way…

Yes, the escapee will get as far away as possible from that place.

So you finally make it home
You walk into your house

And there is something in the middle of the living room floor that wasn’t there when you left for work this morning.

It’s a brown paper bag that has fallen to the side.
And out of it spills a scrunched up hospital gown
And a pair of mismatched socks
And a brand new never sharpened pencil.
And a half eaten cup of ranch dressing

You pick up the pencil and you smell the eraser
It smells like bubble gum.

You dip your finger in the dressing
You bring your finger to your tongue.
The dressing is cool and tasty,
Refreshing on this hot summer day.

You look up and you smile.
You see him standing there, smiling at you.

It’s your husband.
The love of your life.

You have missed him so.

He has made his escape.

He’s home.

He’s finally home.

(From The Women of Color Writing Workshop, January 2012... 10 minute exercise: write a story or poem using the following items (found in a purse)- half eaten cup of ranch dressing, mismatched socks, pencil, and bubble gum)

Peach and Blue (Through and Through)

“She likes me better than she likes you,” Blue said, as he lay back on the couch, his shade bright as a cloudless morning sky, as if he was being illuminated by the sun.

“You just look good on her,” Peach snapped. “I am good for her through and through.

Through and through.

Blue let the words settle within. His shade darkened to a midnight hue with that retort.

“Sometimes that’s what’s best,” Peach said, when he didn’t reply.

“What’s best is not what it always seems, though,” Blue shot back.

“I beg to differ. I work from the inside out. You are just… there. On the outside.”

Blue said nothing. He only stared. He would knock the fuzz off of Peach, but he wasn’t violent.

He was Blue. He was very calm.

“And worse yet,” Peach continued, “you’re more than a color. You’re a mood. And not a good one at that.”

Blue darkened even more. He wished Peach would just sit there and be quiet.

Peach had Blue right where she wanted him. “When people think of blue, they think sad. Down. Depressed. It’s not a good thing that she likes you, because when you get up on her, you change her for the worst, and that’s not good.”

Blue became his darkest, a shade unnamed, a shade close to his cousin Black. “You have a point. No I’m not good for her. But I still look good on her.”

Peach nodded. “I’ll give you that, Blue. I’ll give you that much since it makes you …happy.”

Blue smiled, his shade going bluish-white.

Yes it made him happy.

Through and through.

(From Women of Color Writing Workshop, May 2012. Writing prompt: You favorite food and favorite color having a conversation)

Congrats, Lucky Chicken!

So...

Sam aka Mzinspiredmind aka Cinnamon Sugar, aka soft porn Chicken...

She got hitched yesterday!!!

Congrats Oldgirl!

She married a fellow named "Lucky".

She said it was a family name.

*crickets*

Alright, hon!

Congrats to you!

She has, and will have to, endure me calling her "Lucky Chicken! Chicken Lucky!"

Ha Ha!!!

I pick on her something awful. She laughs along with me. (reverse psychology, I suppose).

Congrats to you and Mr. Lucky!

Best wishes to you, from your Friendly Neighborhood Oldgirl LadyLee

3 years gone

They have been saying that we are fast approaching the third anniversary of Michael Jackson's death.

And it doesn't even seems like it has been that long.

It feels like last week.

And it's one of those events where everyone remembers where they were when they heard that he had died.

I was at work. My phone was blowing up. In an effort to answer it, I dropped it. And my phone died. I went to the sprint store, and we were all in there full of gloom. His music was playing over the store's system.  Everyone was quiet and sad.

Still hard to believe. 3 years gone.

I want to remember by posting one of my favorite songs, Rock with You.



It is hard to believe that that song is some 30 years old.

RIP Michael Jackson.