Snarky Andy!

First off I know that this is late, but I just had to post my version of it. On December 21st, our lovely Andy did a snarky piece about the dumb a** feud between Rosie O'Donnell and "The Don" as in Mr. Trump. I remember being on the phone and just busted out laughing, when I looked up to see Anderson snacking away on the movie food. All of which just happen to be my favorites. The person was I talking to on the phone was dying from laughter too and before I knew it, we had a four way call going, just because Cooper had to go and say; "Oh, no he didn't!" Which is a primary phase used by many black women today when we hear stuff that's just a little bit too far fetched or something you can’t believe is happening. As a matter of fact I just used that phase after hearing on the local news that we are under a winter storm warning. Yes, the dream is over that we could have an actual pleasant winter. Sorry to all the snow lovers out there, but I can't stand to jump over huge mounds of snow for 3 to 4 months and NO, I will not move!!!

A New Year ?

I thought the New Year was going to be great. I made a small list of things that I would like to accomplish this year. This list is not a bunch of resolutions; it's just a list of things that I hope to have done by my 40th birthday. No pressure, just things that aught to be out of the way at this stage of my life.

Well, at 9:01pm (cst) on New Year's day I get a call from my little brother (little as he is 36 year old). The first thing out of his mouth is; "You will need to sit down for this". Now I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and all kinds of thoughts go racing through my head. I tell him to just say it as I'm not going to sit down. I would rather hear the news and if I drop to the floor from fainting, so be it!

Next, he spouts out; "Guess who's in town?” Well, I just had lunch with my cousin who I haven't seen or talked to in over 7 years, so I can rule her out. I have no other ideals, so I say; "Just tell me!!” The next words out of his mouth could have floored me if I didn't give a rat’s ass, but it did. My brother says; "Guess who's still alive? Joe". I'm now sitting down. Joe is my father who I haven't seen in over 18 years and the last verbal contact of kind was over 14 years ago.

Now I honestly can't remember anything that my brother said after that. I don't know how my father was able to make contact with him nor do I care right now. All the feeling that I felt when I was 4-10 years came back. My parents divorced when I was about 4 1/2 yrs old. My father didn't want anything to do with his 3 kids. He had tried to come back a few times, when the other woman didn't want him around, but my mom was too smart for that game, but she did teach us on how to milk him for things that he wasn't paying in the little child support that my mom was getting. Needless to say that this is and will always is a bitter pill for me and I’m not choosing to swallow it what so ever. Now my brother may talk to him, but I'm choosing to keep on believing that he is dead.

Happy New Year indeed!