One More Week

Yea! A week from tomorrow I get my soldier back. For a little while, anyway, wings and all. He has a lot to do while he's home getting ready for Far-Far-Away but he will get to see his nephews T-ball games and just hang out. Plain old every day "life as he used to know it".

Can you tell I'm grinning?

Yever Wonder?

Yever wonder how drug addicts come up with their stories when asking for money? A person I vaguely know showed up at my door the other night about 8:30. She wanted to use the phone to call her son at his job so that he could come pick her up because she missed her bus. Well, the funny thing is that the buses stopped running about 2 hours before she showed up at my house. And it's not like she was at work or something, she doesn't have a job. I don't know, it just sounds fishy. One night she asked my sister for $10.00 because the alternator in her car had gone out and she needed the money to pay the mechanic. Now, I'm wondering where she found a mechanic who works on alternators for $10.00. I want to meet this guy.

And of course, there is always the guy who comes to the door asking for money because his car broke down 2 miles up the road and his wife has cancer and he's trying to get his baby girl to the doctor for an earache and $8.00 is all he needs for some gas for his car. Now...I'm thinking "Buddy, if your car is where you say it is, you had to have walked past 4 service stations to get to my house. Surely, somebody would have helped you out long before you got this far". Nope, doesn't pass the smell test. I wish they would just say "hey, I need some crack, can ya loan me some money". At least that wouldn't make me shake my head so much. I once saw a guy asleep on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco with a sign propped up that read "Why lie, it's for beer". I was tempted to donate just because he was honest.

Yever wonder?

I Can Do Bad All By Myself

I watched the funniest thing I've seen in a long time last night. It was a video of a stage play, a local little community theater version of a play by a man named Tyler Perry called "I Can Do Bad All By Myself". Perry plays the female matriarch, Madea, of a modern black family. Some of his jokes had me rolling on the floor. My 15 year old nephew, who is up on these things, tells me that they have made a movie now based on the Madea character called "Diary of a Mad Black Women". Perry plays Madea in the movie also. I've gotta go see the movie. This man is a comic genius. Can't wait for Sprout to get home and see this. He will love it. My sisters and I were laughing so hard we were all about to wet our pants, but we didn't want to stop the video and nobody wanted to miss anything. We almost did a three-stooges clash at the bathroom door as soon as it was over. I feel like I've just discovered the newest black comic, all by myself.

Got Wings?

Well, Sprout is almost done with his training and about to get his "wings". He doesn't FLY aircraft...yet. He works on them. But that qualifies him for wings none the less. What'd you know? One step closer to being the angel that I always knew he wuz. Of course, there are one or two local teachers who might debate me on that, but what do they know?

It'll be nice to have him home for a little while.