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May 28, 2009 – 1:12 pm

Sisters with Sense Talk Radio

Sisters with Sense is what happens when 3 friends get together to discuss current events and political issues and their impact on the black community.

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Sisters with Sense

Date / Time: 5/28/2009 10:00 PM

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Tune in as we talk about the state of hip hop…

Its decline

Its women

Its current trends

And definitely its effects on our political views.

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I have learned quite a few things since moving here a little over a year ago. I was thinking about a few of these lessons when I was in the car today. Actually….I was thinking about Bella being a new transplant to the city like I was this time last year and that caused me to flashback to some things.

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My House

May 25, 2009 – 8:16 pm

Y’all know this is MY house right? I just want to make sure everyone remembers that. And if the day ever comes when you don’t like being in MY house….you can click on the little red “x” in the right hand corner and carry ya ass to somebody else’s house.

Got it?

Good.

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My Girl Gang (A Ramble)

May 25, 2009 – 7:00 am

That sounds crazy doesn’t it?

TJ, Melette, Creole, Crystal, Kerry……my girl gang. You’re not ever going to find many people that think like you do all the time. You’re lucky if you find a group of individuals who at least understand the way you think and vice versa. At some point in your friendship you are liable to think alike and have similar actions….you might not realize if you don’t sit down and actually think about it though. Because it’s not odd to you or them…it’s natural.

All of my GIRLS….my GIRLS GIRLS….understood when I decided to go back to school in 2004. Hell Kerry even went with me. We car pooled together for 2 years, studied together for 2 years, cheated off each other for 2 years, motivated each other for 2 years and graduated within a semester of each other. And you know what? That is something we all have in common…regardless of what our motivation is/was/will be….my girls are either in school, finished school, or have a plan to go back when the kids are old enough to handle themselves. So see…something like that makes sense to us. Like I said…it’s not something I would have even thought about if I wasn’t sitting here writing this post.

When I got the job offer to move to Oregon, I was already packed. Why? Because I was already moving. I had given my 2 weeks notice at work, packed up 80% of my house and made plans to move to Dallas. I didn’t have employment arranged yet, but it made perfectly good sense that I’d be able to find something when I got there. When I said it out loud….hell it made sense to my girls. As a matter of fact, Kerry did the same thing. After she finished grad school, she packed up her daughter, sold her house and moved to Austin, Texas to pursue a better career. She eventually accepted a contract position which led to a permanent position in Houston. Again….made sense to us. I talked to Crystal once I moved and found out her ass had done what I had done a few months before me….she moved for a job opportunity. AGAIN…MADE SENSE TO US!

When I got the job offer in Oregon I told Creole about it. Made sense to her. Shit…even made sense to Robby. TJ? Sounded like a plan to her too. You see where I’m going with this? All my GIRLS…..shit makes sense to us.

Original Diva: I’m as normal as you and TJ.
Melette: I’m not normal. Normality is overrated

When you get married…your girls will congratulate you and mean it.

When you question if that shit is going to last….your girls will let you know in no uncertain terms that you have a place to regroup if you need it.

When you write a check for floral design school and it’s the biggest damn check you’ve ever written….your girls will tell your punk ass to suck it up and mail it because they check they had to write for they’re current project was twice as much.

When you need to get away….your girls will tell you to bring your ass to Miami and take you to eat the most wonderful food you’ve ever tasted. LOL

When you want to have a spa day for your birthday…your girls will go with your ass and laugh over trail mix and pedicures.

When you want to see a new city…your girls will meet you there and wander around with you.

When you call your girls and say “We have a plan……” THAT SHIT MAKES SENSE TO THEM! Amazing when you think about it.

I don’t talk to my girl gang as much as I used to and that’s my fault. I’m going to do better starting today…cause they’re my girls….my GIRLS GIRLS.

All of your girls aren’t your GIRLS GIRLS. The number of people that stopped talking to me when I left Tulsa is larger than I could count right now…all for varying reasons.

I was doing something that they didn’t have the courage to do.
I wouldn’t be there for THEM anymore.
I suddenly had “things” that they didn’t have (cause heaven forbid your ass moves AND gets in a relationship….that’s just taking shit too far ya know.)

When the shit you’re doing doesn’t sound like something they would/could/want to do then it’s crazy as hell. I’ll tell you what’s even crazier…..listening to people who aren’t your girls.

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The Future

May 20, 2009 – 10:40 pm

I’m unsure about what my future holds. Then again…is anyone? And have I ever been? I was definitely not in the know when I packed up everything and moved to Oregon…but there were different factors and circumstances. I was moving for a helluva job opportunity. I felt secure in that move. Looking back on it now….I had no idea what to expect in that small town or how being so far away from anyone except TJ and my girl Audra would affect my life. I also didn’t know what doors that job opportunity would open for me.

I thought that by doing everything I was supposed to do….I would have a clear and defined path for my future. That’s not really how things work.

I came across an old post about McDreamy today and I remembered that back then, you couldn’t have convinced me that I’d be married right now. So obviously the path I saw in my future at that time isn’t the one I’m on now and it’s changing as I type this.

I wasn’t sad when I left Tulsa. Let me back up…..I tend to attach memories to physical things. When I think about Oregon I automatically think about the beautiful community I lived in, the sandwich shop I fell in love with, the soup bistro that I would sneak off to for lunch, the Dairy Queen down the street from my house, the airport where everyone on US Airways knew me (because I was flying to Chicago and back every other weekend), the scrapbook store that I would spend hours in…and I begin to miss my house because I have associated all of those memories with the house and how comfortable I felt in it. I didn’t have a solid plan but I wasn’t afraid.

I’m still not afraid….but all of my plans at this point in my life have fallen through. That means that I have to make new plans. I’m sitting here in the bed now (supposed to be grading papers) and looking at the hall to our private master bathroom and realizing that I won’t miss it when we leave. I won’t miss the long hallway that we stayed up all night long to paint before our first fish fry. I think a part of me never felt completely comfortable here like I did at the last place I lived and that plays a part in how I feel about leaving this one. You can not get attached to a damn house! It’s true. I think things like “I remember our Superbowl party…” Well shit…it’s not like we won’t have another one and another one and another one….it just won’t be here. That means that there are just more memories to make.

I remember Lisa telling me that if I was “brave” enough to make the move I did then I have no excuses in life. There is no reason for me to be afraid of anything.

You want to know what I really fear? Not having the money to do what I want in life…..not huge things like shoe shopping in Milan…nope. Simple things like buying a house, raising children, and taking vacations to see my friends. Before this recession I really was on some bullshit. Now I actually contemplate “what if we end up homeless and sleeping on the streets?????” My saving grace is Hassan. He won’t possibly let us end up poor and homeless. That’s what the man of the house does….he takes care of the house (right?). My mother called me earlier this week about a Katie Couric special she saw that featured two professors here in Chicago who lost their jobs, their home, and were sleeping on the train at night for shelter. Does anyone else fear the absolute worst in their lives in our current economic situation? Last week a friend told me that she and her husband are a medical scare away from being destitute because her MS has been causing them some financial problems lately. That is a reality for all of us! Wisteria Lane is a fuckin television show. How many people can go out tomorrow and open a damn pizza shop that will pay the mortgage AND have enough left over to bail a bad ass kid outta jail.

I wonder what is in the cards for my future…..

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