I left this out, so there are 2 posts for today. (Wet Cell Phone and Being Thankful)
A wet cell phone, oh boy. Why did I go get another one? Cause I knew in my heart that I was to blame for this one and even though I had it only for 2 months, I was the blame. Why did I jump out the shower to answer the phone, only to find that it was a counselor tryin to get me a schedule together for next semester. Never, ever, ever, friends jump out the shower to answer a cell phone even you dry off a little. I called T-Mobile for them to send me a replacement one, but deep down I knew that I would have to ship the old one back and they were going to charge me one hundred dollars (bill me). So, it was better that I paid for a new Samsung phone today. I could not dial out but people could call in to me. I am on an account with them and I really needed my phone to call persons, not waiting on them to call me. So, if you are ever in the shower or near water, washing dishes, etc. Let the cell phone alone. The person will call you back or leave a message. Unless now, you are in love and you just HAVE TO GET THAT CALL!
peace, from georgia peach
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Thankful to Be Alive
Thankful to just be alive-doggone it! I did not have to be here, now did I? But I'm still here. I thank God for every good gift and every perfect present. I guess everyone is doing all of this cooking for one fine day that they call Thanksgiving. I am indeed thankful everyday. I am thankful for all of the gifts and talents that God gives to me. Regardless of some of the things that I go through in life, I manage....
Yesterday I went downtown and I brought a few things for myself like a hat and scarf set, not your ordinary hat and scarf set but one with a beautiful red rose crochet with a scarf. It was so difficult to choose the approp color, for there were beige, brown, blue oh so many and I hooked up with black with a beautiful pink and green rose. What a beauty and fifteen dollars! What a steal...I am your normal thrift store stealer, queen, always coming out with a bargain or two. If it's not an Anne Geddes book filled with chillen, it is a book on how to publish poetry. If it's not a Duke University sweatshirt, it is a leather jacket. Back to downtown, I also picked up some of that good ole chinese tea, not the hot--but the iced tea..oh my goodness. I am sipping on some of it now..yes it is grand delicious! I also took me some chinese food home with it. Sweet and sour chicken. Seeeee, my Thanksgiving is everyday. I love to eat good, tasteful food. That is what I am supposed to do. Enjoy life.
Boy, I got my hands full at this time. I need to take a quiz for the computer class, I need to get the back room in order so that I can move and exist in it. It is full of boxes cause I am tryin to tell the world that I am movin. I need to take that trip to Georgia. A midday trip to Georgia.
Atlanta, just like I pictured it. Beautiful city, where I can get my book written. Poetry published. I seen those homes on rent.com. Beauty, Georgeous. Splendid. What more can I say? Jus get on the train or plane, just do something.
I don't know why I keep running into Homeboy. This time last year I could not have any dealings with him. He can't help it but to use a person. That is all he knows. All I know he is messing with the wrong one, for God has my back. I am sure his grandmama is cookin, she always does. She condones his wrongdoing, I don't. I am my own best friend, that's the way love goes. Thankful to be alive.
I am really tryin to publish this small book of poetry, called "Red Rose, Crimson Beauty" There is something mystical behind it. I know that our lives are valuable to God and to ourselves and we should appreciate it and be thankful to be alive. The red rose is a thing of beauty and so are we. Look up crimson in the dictionary... Are we not thankful to be alive and give God the thanks and appreciation?
Regardless of how family acts, I am going to continue to do my own thing. Unique I am and unique I shall remain. Yes, I am a true artist in every sense of the word. I am doing alright, don't worry bout me, for all I need to do is keep puttin my words on printed page. I have to write about what is ailing me, making me happy, saddens me, touches me, heals me, and etc. When I have those answers, then I can say that I am all right... If I want that full-time gig, I will seek it out, if I want a Ford Focus, I can get it, whatever I want, I can get. From now on, I will not limit myself. The world is a stage so they say, ok let me hop up on that stage and peform!
Giving and rendering thanks, for those with the turkey and trimmings, enjoy your day!
georgia peach
one fine day...
Yesterday I went downtown and I brought a few things for myself like a hat and scarf set, not your ordinary hat and scarf set but one with a beautiful red rose crochet with a scarf. It was so difficult to choose the approp color, for there were beige, brown, blue oh so many and I hooked up with black with a beautiful pink and green rose. What a beauty and fifteen dollars! What a steal...I am your normal thrift store stealer, queen, always coming out with a bargain or two. If it's not an Anne Geddes book filled with chillen, it is a book on how to publish poetry. If it's not a Duke University sweatshirt, it is a leather jacket. Back to downtown, I also picked up some of that good ole chinese tea, not the hot--but the iced tea..oh my goodness. I am sipping on some of it now..yes it is grand delicious! I also took me some chinese food home with it. Sweet and sour chicken. Seeeee, my Thanksgiving is everyday. I love to eat good, tasteful food. That is what I am supposed to do. Enjoy life.
Boy, I got my hands full at this time. I need to take a quiz for the computer class, I need to get the back room in order so that I can move and exist in it. It is full of boxes cause I am tryin to tell the world that I am movin. I need to take that trip to Georgia. A midday trip to Georgia.
Atlanta, just like I pictured it. Beautiful city, where I can get my book written. Poetry published. I seen those homes on rent.com. Beauty, Georgeous. Splendid. What more can I say? Jus get on the train or plane, just do something.
I don't know why I keep running into Homeboy. This time last year I could not have any dealings with him. He can't help it but to use a person. That is all he knows. All I know he is messing with the wrong one, for God has my back. I am sure his grandmama is cookin, she always does. She condones his wrongdoing, I don't. I am my own best friend, that's the way love goes. Thankful to be alive.
I am really tryin to publish this small book of poetry, called "Red Rose, Crimson Beauty" There is something mystical behind it. I know that our lives are valuable to God and to ourselves and we should appreciate it and be thankful to be alive. The red rose is a thing of beauty and so are we. Look up crimson in the dictionary... Are we not thankful to be alive and give God the thanks and appreciation?
Regardless of how family acts, I am going to continue to do my own thing. Unique I am and unique I shall remain. Yes, I am a true artist in every sense of the word. I am doing alright, don't worry bout me, for all I need to do is keep puttin my words on printed page. I have to write about what is ailing me, making me happy, saddens me, touches me, heals me, and etc. When I have those answers, then I can say that I am all right... If I want that full-time gig, I will seek it out, if I want a Ford Focus, I can get it, whatever I want, I can get. From now on, I will not limit myself. The world is a stage so they say, ok let me hop up on that stage and peform!
Giving and rendering thanks, for those with the turkey and trimmings, enjoy your day!
georgia peach
one fine day...
Friday, November 11, 2005
A Celebration of Seven Years
Hello Blog Readers,
Yesterday was my seventh year anniversary of my divorce. I was so at peace because usually in the past I would be super sad. Do you hear me you all? Super sad, but not yesterday! I treated myself to a few things. One treat was the Red, White and Blue thrift. That store is the bomb. I always wondered why it was given such a patriotic name. What was so red, white and blue about it? In any such case, I had a one hour ball in that store. I bought myself 4 pairs of jeans cause I gained some pounds in the hip and waist area and jeans at home were just pulling up or around me. Also, I bought a unique sweater which I cannot describe right now, a journal which had not been written in, a nice handbag(to add to the thousands in my closet), a denim hat with a flower on the front, one pair of earrings, a sun and moon pin, oh I just love the sun and the moon on anything, and a beautiful Japanese portrait which wss valued at 40.00 and it was half price-I got it for $20.00. What possessed me to spend $20.00 on a portrait. First of all, I felt that I was getting a value for it being half-price. I am getting a beautiful $40.00 Japanese portrait for $20.00. Second reasoning was that I love the Japanese culture and how relaxed they are and this lady reminds me of how I want to be. The lady is standing near water with an umbrella in hand, there are trees in the background, and there is a house in the background. Why couldn't that be my house? This woman is at peace. When I got back into the hood at the laundromat, a lady called this portrait: "Peaceful". She even named me Peaceful. This woman is the hood is an alcoholic too and she usually does not say anything but this picture captured her eye. And the third reasoning was that it was my gift to myself for being able to remain alone and content for seven years without the Mr.
I am not finished celebrating for today I want to go to the movies or go to the mall, If I go to the mall, I know exactly which stores I have to go in. A yankee candle from Hallmark, Bath and Body Works, Barnes and Nobles, Payless ( I need a pair of black boots), to wear with my long dresses and skirts(yes, I am tall), and I need to check out about eyeglasses. Oh, the 2006 Poets Market and the Novel and Short Story's Market, that's 50.00 right there. Where's the money coming from? I need to top everything off with a visit to Wendy's the 99 cent menu of course, I'm flat broke!
If I go to the movies, I want a whole row to myself. I want to lay my popcorn over here and my soda over there. (aint I selfish)lol I love watching a big screen tv. If I had a large screen tv at home, I probably would not go to the movies. It is something about the big screen that I love, along with the surround sound.
Right now, I need to get up off my high horse, get over to the stove and cook breakfast. Grits, eggs and sausage (beef)lol, OR 3 pannycakes and 3 eggs along with decaf coffee or tea. BTW, I have not had any decaf tea in a while. I'm hungry, I hate to leave you all so abruptly but I gotta eat, a RICH sistah has to eat...you agree...yeah I thought so. don't ya just luv blogging?
Only bloggers read blogs....right Jackie?
peace until another day,
georgia peach
Yesterday was my seventh year anniversary of my divorce. I was so at peace because usually in the past I would be super sad. Do you hear me you all? Super sad, but not yesterday! I treated myself to a few things. One treat was the Red, White and Blue thrift. That store is the bomb. I always wondered why it was given such a patriotic name. What was so red, white and blue about it? In any such case, I had a one hour ball in that store. I bought myself 4 pairs of jeans cause I gained some pounds in the hip and waist area and jeans at home were just pulling up or around me. Also, I bought a unique sweater which I cannot describe right now, a journal which had not been written in, a nice handbag(to add to the thousands in my closet), a denim hat with a flower on the front, one pair of earrings, a sun and moon pin, oh I just love the sun and the moon on anything, and a beautiful Japanese portrait which wss valued at 40.00 and it was half price-I got it for $20.00. What possessed me to spend $20.00 on a portrait. First of all, I felt that I was getting a value for it being half-price. I am getting a beautiful $40.00 Japanese portrait for $20.00. Second reasoning was that I love the Japanese culture and how relaxed they are and this lady reminds me of how I want to be. The lady is standing near water with an umbrella in hand, there are trees in the background, and there is a house in the background. Why couldn't that be my house? This woman is at peace. When I got back into the hood at the laundromat, a lady called this portrait: "Peaceful". She even named me Peaceful. This woman is the hood is an alcoholic too and she usually does not say anything but this picture captured her eye. And the third reasoning was that it was my gift to myself for being able to remain alone and content for seven years without the Mr.
I am not finished celebrating for today I want to go to the movies or go to the mall, If I go to the mall, I know exactly which stores I have to go in. A yankee candle from Hallmark, Bath and Body Works, Barnes and Nobles, Payless ( I need a pair of black boots), to wear with my long dresses and skirts(yes, I am tall), and I need to check out about eyeglasses. Oh, the 2006 Poets Market and the Novel and Short Story's Market, that's 50.00 right there. Where's the money coming from? I need to top everything off with a visit to Wendy's the 99 cent menu of course, I'm flat broke!
If I go to the movies, I want a whole row to myself. I want to lay my popcorn over here and my soda over there. (aint I selfish)lol I love watching a big screen tv. If I had a large screen tv at home, I probably would not go to the movies. It is something about the big screen that I love, along with the surround sound.
Right now, I need to get up off my high horse, get over to the stove and cook breakfast. Grits, eggs and sausage (beef)lol, OR 3 pannycakes and 3 eggs along with decaf coffee or tea. BTW, I have not had any decaf tea in a while. I'm hungry, I hate to leave you all so abruptly but I gotta eat, a RICH sistah has to eat...you agree...yeah I thought so. don't ya just luv blogging?
Only bloggers read blogs....right Jackie?
peace until another day,
georgia peach
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Three Folxs That I Love
There are three folxs that I love and that I will not allow to put me six feet under. The first one is father. He is the one that is acting strange and I cannot fathom his behavior. He has been off meds for two years and that is hurting me deeply. I know that he needs them in order to behave and function normally in today's society. Not just because I am a psych major but because I am close to my father, this greatly disturbs me. I was always the "pet" you all know what I mean- the special one who is special. I don't know why. The one that was always there for him. The one that felt bad for him when mother mistreated him. Now he is acting like he is young again, feelin his oats like they say, lettin the young gals say any and everything to him that's in the book but not legal, if you know what I mean....One high yella gal got 400.00 out of him to get her car fixed and she didn't get it fixed...I can just wring my hands around her neck, but he's a big boy at 71, wouldn't you say? And she's only 25? He has a grandchild that age, he just bests to go somewhere and sit down, cross his legs and listen to Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers like he used to. Now, he has a bad foot, keeps bleedin, running to the e-room day and night only to be sent back home...I guarantee you he does not want to stay even if they offered him to because he just can't sit down because of being in a state of mania. Yes, mania will come to you if you have been off the meds, think you don't need them and you want to run around day and night to the store for your neighbors, charging them when they are seniors just like you are. Love him as he is, I am told. I am tryin, but it is hard when I know that the real Mr. W. would be sittin still chillin somewhere and not scattered all over society. I am going to try again to have him committed because he needs to be on the meds and stabilized again, but in the meantime I have to remain stable to my cause and that is to remain a student and to write,write, write and pray, pray, pray.
Person number two is mother. What is it with her? Of course, I love her. But the issues need to be resolved. I am the oldest daughter and the one that she fears the most. So what if I don't have a Ford Focus, a full-time job with the state, and a home. No, I am a university student, rely on public transportation and I live in what mother would call "the projects." I won't let that define me though, for I live in "low income housing." They can do their thing and I can do mine.
God above knows that I am seekin a better place, but right now I have a roof and no one here interferes directly with my roof. They know what's best, leave Ms. S alone for she has attitude. Yes, sistah has attitude! Y'all used me from the crackhead to the teen, drama queens in between. Let me carry my bookbag, push buggy, Minolta camera, and whatever else I possess...I don't have a drug habit that's me, if y'all do, deal with it, and let me deal with whatever I have to..Cause you people have no respect for others. Yes, mother I have to put up with these conditions and you think I wanna be here, you are wrong, mom dear. I am doing the best I can to get out and I will. God is the judge, the statue-giver and he knows that I am tired. And another thing, I don't have a man, I don't wanna man and I did not say whether I was on the low or not--you ought to know me, people around here never see me with a man now and I know what they think but I could care less! People that pick me up to go places I need to go are women but they are either widows or single women in relationships-but I don't get too close to certain women anyway-they have a way of gossipping all the time. (Sing it to me Stevie, right now) Oh, I can write about now, I write or I die. Not tryin to copy Jackie's style the write or die chick, but her saying is true. If she can't be the poet, she be the poem. Oh, I love her style. I luv to keep people guessin. Guess you all, guess. My lifestyle is one big question mark?????in the ghetto and I like that. I notice though, Mom that a lot of young men in their 20's are starring me up and down, and they are lookin mighty fine, I just have my cute little bouncy walk, different hairstyle for each day of week and I guess they like my style cause I am not caught up in this hood nonsense....Mom, I know you see that I don't have a relationship right now, don't feel guilty cause you blamed me for the "secret" that when revealed an unfair accusation was made. I hate sometimes when that statement comes up, it stings like a bee ( I never been stung, but I know it hurts) A woman 47 don't have to be on the low because she don't have a man and I bet you are comparing me with Uncle J. How smart we are yet quiet about our "lifestyle" I aint talkin. I eat potatoe chips and listen to music at 2am. If necessary, I will get up and dance in the mirror, shaking my hips and a snappin my fingers, (Stevie, keep on singing...keep on singin, I have to cope..in "Pretty Boys," the question was asked of Shanta what did she do for sex and she simply said : "Survive'" well I am no different. I SURVIVE If I survived a yearly secret as a teenager, I can survive now. I had a husband, I had a "young" man after that and I am alright as I am. I am too busy to deal with anyone other than me. I am enough.
My neighborhood son-Homeboy, yeah I miss you but you have to learn the hard way. You know that I always wanted a son and you were the chosen one. Why you, I thought you were special and you still are. You don't fit the bill, tryin to be like the others out there. Yeah, you broke my heart. And you know it and that is why you keep runnin when you see me. You used me until you used me up. And to think: Some people thought you and I*******, boy don't get me started, I will turn this whole neighborhood inside out. They caused me to lose a semester, caused me to lose money, and I can say more all because I was tryin to help you read, rite, rithmetic (lol) Everything I taught you was beneficial for you and you knew it. You are the one with the guilty conscience for I taught you about that. And you give grandma all the credit-the one who knew you were takin advantage of me, the one who knows of all your dealings in the street and she did not protect me from you. She allowed you to use me, I have to pray to God every nite, I do that you don't get hurt out there in those streets. Now, I am back to where I started when I moved in this hood, I have no friends for I thought I had a friend and you were. The only thing you had done wrong was to lie, deceit your way when I ask you not to do so, you used my money for a purpose otherwise intended which could have gotten me into some trouble. I see how you respect me now, you will vacate your premises when you see me. I hope that I am not in your way...I have no where else to go right now...you are in your own way. I was the real mother you never had. You and your sister know better, you know where you should go to get out of this mess here. But this is the life you want, so you are 18 now, you think you are grown now, I cannot help you , ask those so-called friends for help. And at nite like I said when you are in your room and you have no one in the room with you and you are tryin to go to sleep , try prayin to the Creator. You cannot call me, my numbers are changed, you cannot use me ever again for I gave you a year to leap, my book is called: "Leap Year". I really have grown to love you like you were my own and now I know what it feels like to be a "real mother" My heart will never be broken again. By you, or anyone else. I have had enough. I warned you. Well, peace be upon you, sleep tight my neighborhood son. I hand you over to God.
Three folxs who will not put me six feet under....but i love them....
georgia peach
Person number two is mother. What is it with her? Of course, I love her. But the issues need to be resolved. I am the oldest daughter and the one that she fears the most. So what if I don't have a Ford Focus, a full-time job with the state, and a home. No, I am a university student, rely on public transportation and I live in what mother would call "the projects." I won't let that define me though, for I live in "low income housing." They can do their thing and I can do mine.
God above knows that I am seekin a better place, but right now I have a roof and no one here interferes directly with my roof. They know what's best, leave Ms. S alone for she has attitude. Yes, sistah has attitude! Y'all used me from the crackhead to the teen, drama queens in between. Let me carry my bookbag, push buggy, Minolta camera, and whatever else I possess...I don't have a drug habit that's me, if y'all do, deal with it, and let me deal with whatever I have to..Cause you people have no respect for others. Yes, mother I have to put up with these conditions and you think I wanna be here, you are wrong, mom dear. I am doing the best I can to get out and I will. God is the judge, the statue-giver and he knows that I am tired. And another thing, I don't have a man, I don't wanna man and I did not say whether I was on the low or not--you ought to know me, people around here never see me with a man now and I know what they think but I could care less! People that pick me up to go places I need to go are women but they are either widows or single women in relationships-but I don't get too close to certain women anyway-they have a way of gossipping all the time. (Sing it to me Stevie, right now) Oh, I can write about now, I write or I die. Not tryin to copy Jackie's style the write or die chick, but her saying is true. If she can't be the poet, she be the poem. Oh, I love her style. I luv to keep people guessin. Guess you all, guess. My lifestyle is one big question mark?????in the ghetto and I like that. I notice though, Mom that a lot of young men in their 20's are starring me up and down, and they are lookin mighty fine, I just have my cute little bouncy walk, different hairstyle for each day of week and I guess they like my style cause I am not caught up in this hood nonsense....Mom, I know you see that I don't have a relationship right now, don't feel guilty cause you blamed me for the "secret" that when revealed an unfair accusation was made. I hate sometimes when that statement comes up, it stings like a bee ( I never been stung, but I know it hurts) A woman 47 don't have to be on the low because she don't have a man and I bet you are comparing me with Uncle J. How smart we are yet quiet about our "lifestyle" I aint talkin. I eat potatoe chips and listen to music at 2am. If necessary, I will get up and dance in the mirror, shaking my hips and a snappin my fingers, (Stevie, keep on singing...keep on singin, I have to cope..in "Pretty Boys," the question was asked of Shanta what did she do for sex and she simply said : "Survive'" well I am no different. I SURVIVE If I survived a yearly secret as a teenager, I can survive now. I had a husband, I had a "young" man after that and I am alright as I am. I am too busy to deal with anyone other than me. I am enough.
My neighborhood son-Homeboy, yeah I miss you but you have to learn the hard way. You know that I always wanted a son and you were the chosen one. Why you, I thought you were special and you still are. You don't fit the bill, tryin to be like the others out there. Yeah, you broke my heart. And you know it and that is why you keep runnin when you see me. You used me until you used me up. And to think: Some people thought you and I*******, boy don't get me started, I will turn this whole neighborhood inside out. They caused me to lose a semester, caused me to lose money, and I can say more all because I was tryin to help you read, rite, rithmetic (lol) Everything I taught you was beneficial for you and you knew it. You are the one with the guilty conscience for I taught you about that. And you give grandma all the credit-the one who knew you were takin advantage of me, the one who knows of all your dealings in the street and she did not protect me from you. She allowed you to use me, I have to pray to God every nite, I do that you don't get hurt out there in those streets. Now, I am back to where I started when I moved in this hood, I have no friends for I thought I had a friend and you were. The only thing you had done wrong was to lie, deceit your way when I ask you not to do so, you used my money for a purpose otherwise intended which could have gotten me into some trouble. I see how you respect me now, you will vacate your premises when you see me. I hope that I am not in your way...I have no where else to go right now...you are in your own way. I was the real mother you never had. You and your sister know better, you know where you should go to get out of this mess here. But this is the life you want, so you are 18 now, you think you are grown now, I cannot help you , ask those so-called friends for help. And at nite like I said when you are in your room and you have no one in the room with you and you are tryin to go to sleep , try prayin to the Creator. You cannot call me, my numbers are changed, you cannot use me ever again for I gave you a year to leap, my book is called: "Leap Year". I really have grown to love you like you were my own and now I know what it feels like to be a "real mother" My heart will never be broken again. By you, or anyone else. I have had enough. I warned you. Well, peace be upon you, sleep tight my neighborhood son. I hand you over to God.
Three folxs who will not put me six feet under....but i love them....
georgia peach
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