Friday Freestyles... The Strong Chicken Edition

Yes, yes ya'll...

It is Friday.

And it is Pay Day!

And I, the Oldgirl, am feeling like a chicken!

Feeling quite like the confident chicken...

Feeling confident, with my wings on my hips, with my leather red and white catsuit on, standing tall with my head to the side.

Confident strong chicken!

LOL!

No, but I feel okay because I have had a pretty productive week so far. And that is all I wanted for my week. Rarely do I have days where my workday goes by in  a blur, and I look up and it's time to go home. I like those types of days.

And today is August 31st, which I consider to be the last day of my summer. I rarely make goals for myself (which has to change), but I made a goal to save a specific amount of money over the past three months and I did that. I did that on purpose, man. I am happy about that. I even went a little over my goal. So now, I can start thinking about some other things.

I am looking forward to a good weekend. Heck, the weekend is GOOD automatically because it is a 3 day weekend! GLORY!!

My sister and I am going down to CowgirlCre's Family and Friends Labor Day gathering in the country on Saturday. That is ALWAYS a good time. So we will be there if it doesn't rain.

Sunday will be a day that I go get the winning gift cards, along with my shopping for the week. So if you won anything during the LadyLee bloggaversary sweepstakes, you will have your prizes by the end of the next week. Oh joy!!

But that's it for me... No long drawn out post. I really want to get to work a good hour early. I have much much much to do. And that's a good thing!

With that said, I hope you have a good Friday.

And make it a good Labor day weekend... on purpose!

Supersonic Sushi!

One of our most interesting coworkers is a coworker I will call "Sushi".

That name was given to her by my cubicle mate, The CowgirlCre. You see, CowgirlCre ran up here when she was having some sushi for lunch one day. That made her sophisticated, you see. She wasn't a sandwich and salad girl like me or CowgirlCre.

She was high class. She ate sushi for lunch.

So when she happens to be walking down the hall, and she is spotted, she will hear us yell "Sushi!"

"Who is Sushi?" our boss has asked.

"That's your girl... Cuz she eat that sushi for lunch."

(I know Sushi just rolls her eyes.  She knows how special we are. We are bored. We will do ANYTHING to entertain ourselves til quitting time).

Anyway, she just had a birthday. I made a card for her. I put her name on the front to the card. I wanted to put "Sushi" but that would've been too much for her to explain to folks.

She likes stars. She has an interesting tattoo, a small spray of stars. I guess that means she likes stars.

She turned 27.

(I put Sushi on the back. Had to get that in, man.)

I don't really believe she is 27. She looks to be about 15.

She is the official youngster of the groups. She may as well be 15.

I like Sushi. She works really hard and really smart. She don't even bust a sweat. She just be walking up and down the hall with her paperwork, her ponytail swinging back and forth, like she out walking on the beach or something. I tell you, whenever I see her, it makes me want to go to the skating rink and skate and half some fun!

She is an excellent employee. I am lobbying HARD for her to be substitute supervisor when the boss is out. (Lawd knows I HATE when I come up in the rotation. Oh, I can't stand it). But my boss isn't down for that. I do think she will run the group well. With an iron fist, and that is fine with me. As long as I don't have to do it, who cares. LOL

I'm still working on that, Sushi! Keep hope alive, gal!

So...

One day, I saw her walking down the hall... and I called out "Sushi! Come here, girl!"

She came back... I know it was reluctantly. I could tell by the look in her eye.  But whatever. I know she didn't want me to chase her down.

"You got on them shoes, girl. The shoes in the JJ Fad Supersonic video."

Do you know who JJ Fad is?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I almost don't believe her. I played the Stylistics for her one day. She thought it was horrible. I wanted to put her out the lab.

I pointed at her feet again. "Those are the Supersonic shoes you got on there, girl!!"

I pointed this out to our coworker Lieutennant By. "Come here, By!! Come look at her shoes. Those are the JJ Fad Shoes... from the JJ fad Supersonic video!"

Of course, By and I broke out into some Supersonic verse...

"Supersonic motivating rhymes are creative..."

"I'm suma suma lama lama..."

*lee whispering... "supersonic!"*

LOL

I loved that song! It came out when I was 18 years old. I knew every word, and could probably jump up and do a few of the dances they were doing in the video. That was the best song! That whole Supersonic cassette tape was GREAT!

Pour Sushi. She had to deal with our hard singing. She has the straight face mody times, staying poised and control. I KNOW she go back and talks about her...special coworkers.  I know we make for interesting conversation.

That's alright, honey. I still like that song. And those shoes.

And it gives me an excuse to post the video.



And as Missy Elliot likes to yell... REEEEEMIIIIIIXXXX!!!!



LOL! I'm not sure those are the shoes. I think Sushi has the later generation. But they definitely are the same style!

Happy Birthday, Sushi. May your 27th year be your best year yet!

Wordless Wednesday: Oscar-Tyrone Is Always Watching

I Remember When...

I remember when the power went off.  

I was only 9 years old.  I was sitting Indian Style on the big fluffy rug that sat askew in front of the TV set.  It was a Tuesday night, and a new episode of the Jeffersons was on.  I was laughing hard.  The squeak of Grandma's chair made a rhythmic noise as she rocked to and fro. She wasn't interested in the Jeffersons. She was more interested in not messing up the sweater she was crocheting.

Then the power went off.  

It was as if God flipped a light switch, and the whole world was turned off.

I knew things were not good when Grandma's chair stopped squeaking. And there was no sound accept the sound of my shallow breathing.

"Looks like the power done gone out, Lil' Soldier, she said, in her hard lisp.

Even though my first name was Larry, Grandma called me by my last name, with the "lil" at the beginning.  My father was one of those black power people and had changed his last name to Soldier.  So I was Little Soldier, and he was Big Soldier.

"That don't happen much here in Atlanta," she said.  

She went on to say something else but stopped mid sentence.

It was then that we both smelled smoke...


From Women of Color Writing Workshop, early August.

Time = 7 minutes. 

Prompts:  Start your story with:  I remember when

Mention the following:

Age between 2 and 88.
Name of a city.
First name starting with a G.
Last name starting with a S.
Prominent physical feature
Perk or mannerism

I forgot to work on the prominent physical feature portion. I was just trying to finish.  I cheated a little with the names. I used Grandma, and Soldier. I didn't have time to think about some really good names. 

We discussed that story for a moment. There are some interesting questions. What's up with the kid's father and the black panther party....

And what's up with the smoke?

I'll let you decide. 

Monday, Monday... Oh well. Oh joy!

Happy Monday Morning.

I am not all that happy. I have to go to the doctor this morning. And I've been a bit ratchet over the past 8 weeks, so I will probably have to hear some noise from my doctor. OH WELL.

It would be nice to take the day off, but I'm not going to do that. I have to go to work. OH JOY!

LOL.

This weekend was okay. I wasn't feeling 100% so I didn't get much of anything done. I got a few chores done, and I got out there and cut the grass (thank goodness).

I even managed to wash Pam.

 She is squeaky clean!

She never gets the photo ops that Lucy gets. I got her from her good side, the side with the hubcaps! Here's to you, dear Pam!

I've been driving her this weekend. I'm about to make the 60 mile round trip to the doctor's office today in her. (Lucy has an eigth of a tank of gas, and she won't be getting any 'til payday. Pam's tank has been full for a good week and a half.  So she's on program this week. Yes... I am bootleg like that).

Oh well.

Republican convention. Well well well. The conventions are about to be underway. And the Republicans have to do something. This is the second time they have nominated a candidate that they simply do not like. Compound that with the fact that Romney doesn't want to talk about his past at Bain, or as the Massachussets governor, among other things. Ugh. Is this a bad joke.

I haven't taken the Republican party seriously since they've been spouting this birther mess.  How can I.

Here's my theory on the whole fiasco: Obama is a first generation African American. And you have to remember, as african americans, we are probably 6 generations removed from Africa.  We aren't that far removed from the Jim Crow laws, where we were only considered three-fifths of a human being. We just got our full rights (if you want to call it that), within the past 2 generations. It doesn't surprise me that they are up in arms about Obama being even born on US soil. Not one bit. But it is still stupid. Especially considering that the hospital of birth at that time in Hawaii placed the birth announcements in the paper. That alone should kill the birther speculation. But nooooo...

Oh well.

And the republicans can make the economy perfect (what a fantasy that is)... That's all well and good, but you women out there won't be able to get birth control. an abortion, or female health care if they have their way. That is scary. And for goodness sake, don't be a victim of rape. Can you say "second class citizen"?

Oh well.

I'm going to watch some of the republican convention. Might as well. I like to know how the party spins sees things. Might dispell some of my thoughts. I'm still perplexed about them nominating a candidate they don't even like. Why should I?

Hurricane Isaac.  Oh my. A hurricane is about to hit somewhere along the gulf coast sometime this week.  And imagine the fact that I wanted to get out and cut the grass before we caught all that rain (we will get some of the bands, but the remnants won't be hitting here as hard).

It is suppose to hit 7 years to the day after Hurricane Katrina hit.  My goodness, the area hasn't even fully recovered yet. Especially New Orleans.  My prayers go out to them. I know no one needs to deal with the situation all over again.

Picture of the Week. My former coworker Lady Lifetime is getting settled in Uganda right now. It is interesting to chat with her on Words with Friends concerning how things are over there.

"I've been out all day hunting and gathering food!"

"I'm convinced that the chicken is roadkill here!"

Man. The conveniences of the USA are exactly that. Conveniences. I couldn't imagine no fast food restaurants or processed food products. Everything has to cooked from scratch. That is cool with me, since I like fresh fruit and veggies, but not having the options has to be taxing.

Anyway, she was having lunch at a restaurant there, and saw this:

Wow.. I bet I won't see that on Peachtree street, will I? Oh Joy!

Only in the motherland indeed!

I hope it's a wonderful experience for her and the fam... I truly do.

I'm going to have a productive week. Both personally, and at work... I surely am.

On purpose.