The “er” factor

I had a conversation with a friend in which we were discussing relationships. We talked about the ins and outs, the goods and the bads and everything in between. We even talked about what I refer to as the “er” factor. You know the feeling you get or have when the relationship ends and the smoke clears.

We talked for several hours and when the conversation finally ended we decided to take a poll (for fun) just to see how many different “ers” there actually were.

So go for it— share your “er” with us…

It doesn’t have to be the “er” from a break up… it just needs to a relationship related “er”.

Here I’ll start us off-

I once dated a guy I’d met at a friend’s pool party. He wasn’t really my type but I wasn’t seeing anyone and he seemed nice so I agreed to go out with him. We’d only gone out four times when he popped the question. Talk about a desperate weirdo, I mean how else could I describe a guy who, on the fourth date, asks if he could borrow a cd from my “Jackson 5 Greatest Hits” collection? My “er” word for Mr. “I wish I had a Michael Jackson bobble head like yours”?—

ABSOLUTER– Expressing finality with no implication of possible change

Why? Because I knew he had an absoluter snowballs chance in hell of seeing me again —absolutely no way—

 

I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer!

I am an African American. I am a law enforcement officer. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

Over the last few years, there have been so many innocent African American lives lost at the hands of my “thin blue line” brothers (and sisters) that I have lost count. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

More than 20 years ago, I took an oath to protect and serve -PERIOD! I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

The oath I took didn’t have check off boxes where I could specify or omit any person and or group of people. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

To my dismay, I learned early on (September 8, 1989, the day I graduated from the police academy) that racism was an alive and well animal in the law enforcement arena. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer. Over the next 20 some odd years I would go on to see faded  “white only” signs on doors in the basement of my city’s courthouse; fellow -and I use the term “fellow” loosely-officers kick, punch and spit on African American suspects while handcuffing them and calling them niggers and I even saw officers disrespect older members, 70 and 80 year old men, of our community by calling them “boy”. The most damning situation was the one in which I was placed in handcuffs, while driving my unmarked unit, wearing my police gear and en route to work. I was stopped for speeding by one of the departments most racist officers, one who is known throughout the county for harassing African American citizens. I was later told that he became pissed at me when I referred to him as John David instead of G. David. If he had handcuffed a “fellow” officer for calling him John, go figure what he’d do to a common citizen. To continue to list instances of this sort would serve no purpose here- but believe me there have been hundreds. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

In my opinion, the violators in each of those situations were the men and women who ignored and overlooked the signs on the doors and the officers whose behavior must be considered nothing less than deplorable, all of whom were caucasian. I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

Fast forward to July, 2016. In the short span of 72 hours there have been the senseless killings of two African American men, Philando Castile of Minnesota and Alton Sterling of Louisiana, both of whom were shot by police officers.

To law enforcement officers around the world who condone, participate in or turn a blind eye to this type of BS, which clearly precipitated the senseless deaths of 5 Texas police officers who were murdered overnight in Dallas, Texas (in some sort of retaliation, sniper shooting spree) I have these words:

That oath you took came with certain rights and responsibilities. When did protect and serve become “cuff and stuff” or “shoot first, ask questions later”?  Who, exactly, died and left you God? What makes you think you can mistreat, mishandle and/or disrespect people based on the color of YOUR skin? If you took the oath, and at some point during your career you have become confused about your rights duties and obligations, I highly suggest  the following:  a refresher police academy stint, refer to the oath for clarification or take off that uniform, locate and grab those two little gems in your trousers that help you perpetuate your craft, go to Mawmaw’s linen closet, pull out her best white King size pillow case and sheets, have her cut some holes in it for your eyes, mouth and nose and slip into your fresh new uniform. Maybe if those little gems I mentioned earlier weren’t so small, you’d have the balls to either display your true colors- KKK white – or truly defend and stand for my true colors — thin blue line- black and blue!

In closing, I ask that God watch over the families of all these victims, Philando Castile and Alton Sterling’s and slain officers, Lorne Ahrens, Michael Smith, Patrick Zamarripa, Michael Krol and Brent Thompson.

I am an outraged African American law enforcement officer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so it begins…

What happens when you find yourself falling in love with your very best friend? Do you simply relax and enjoy the ride? Do you fight it for all you’re worth… afraid that it’ll ruin things forever? Or do you stand down…run like hell leaving both relationships to dissipate like a cloud of dust after a windstorm on the prairie? Well, if you’re anything like me you wind up wanting to do all of the above— simultaneously, and then some.

You’ve got a wealth of emotion riding on your sleeve with every waking moment… not to mention the ever so romantic horse drawn carriage rides you take together in your dreams. Where did this come from? Has it been hidden, ever so conspicuously, just below the surface… just out of reach… waiting to smite you into the tailspin of a lifetime? Come on it’s your best friend. You’ve known all along that there was a helluva connection but you both thought it was strictly platonic… until that fateful day when the rubber (no pun intended) hit the road. It happened so suddenly… so suddenly that the fireworks that would have gone off  in your head were silenced by the sound of your own beating heart. You became entangled in a rapture of love, no holds barred, get it and give it where you live type of affair never before seen or felt. An affair that would break all the rules, stand the test of time and stand the test of writing, making and breaking new rules of engagement for people throughout history.

How do you handle this when its too good to let go; you know, too scary to fathom, not to mention too nerve racking to fully embrace such an outlandish notion. Who does this? Do people in their right minds really allow this type of nonsense to happen? Well they do, it does, and it has.

And So It Begins…

 

 

Good Morning Blog World!

Once again, we’ve been gone– and now we’re back. The new job has had me bogged down for the last few months — oh, nothing negative– just getting into the swing of things in a totally different, but really the same line of work, kind of way. Couple that- with my head space about the old job and VOILA-

Enough of that—-it’s a new day, I love writing and what better way to clear my head than to finally speak up. Here is the prologue. I will share tidbits in the future as I unlock my writer’s block by unleashing my workplace demons.

Prologue

I’ve actually been at it for more than 25 years, and although I’ve never been able to get past the first 10 minutes of the movie 12 Years a Slave, I often find myself describing the time I worked in the PGSD as “19 Years A Slave”. Although the flags are coming down, I can imagine some of my ex co-workers still wrapping themselves in their dusty remnants each night, curling in the fetal position wishing “Mamie the housekeeper” was there to sing them an old negro spiritual. Oh, but they would never admit to that in their outside voices, nor would they admit that their paw paws had relations, of the sexual kind, with Mamie, an African American woman.

These good old boys think those times are these times— so sorry boys (and girls) those days are over— welcome to the real world where we have the EEOC, the ACLU, an African American president, diversity and inclusion, the know how, and the words (and the sword if need be) to teach those people how to be fair, professional beings in and out of the work place!

We’re back!

Well hello everyone! As some of you may have noticed we’ve been rather quiet for several days (actually we’ve been M.I.A since the 24th of July, but who’s counting) and believe me I’ve totally missed all of you in grand style! I could make up a bunch of excuses for our absence, but the truth is so much sweeter. I, the primary writer/blogger of this collaboration, have been busy preparing for a life altering event. No, I’m not pregnant (those days are way past), and no, I’m not getting married (no further comment on that topic)! Any more guesses? Ok, never mind. I’ll just put it out there: I resigned from my job of more than 19 years in the school district, and I’ve accepted a position in another district.

Wanna Tuesday afternoon laugh? The district I left and the one I’ve joined have been arch rivals since the beginning of time!

here’s a look at the mascot from the district I left

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And here’s my new mascot

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Classes begin on the 10th and the big rivalry game is scheduled for the 21st. Our school has had some academic struggles in the past, but the new superintendent (who left the same district I left) took a powerhouse team to join the teams that were already in place.  We are  destined to become one of the most successful districts in the state. I’ll be sure to keep everyone updated on our academic progress. The new school motto is a favorite of mine and soon it will be seen all over our district.

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I’m on a personal crusade to share our logo as a show of support for our district, the personnel and especially the students.  I’d appreciate it if you would do the same by re-blogging (either this entire post or just a brief post of your own)

Wish us luck!!!!

 

It’s A Dragon’s Loyalty Thing!

This past Saturday we  were recently nominated for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award by Ritu at But I Smile Anyway… You should go over and visit. She is full of wit and wisdom and you will surely come away a follower.

About the Dragon’s Loyalty Award… This is an award which is granted to folks who follow your blog and who comment regularly. Thanks for thinking of us Ritu.

The rules are quite simple-

!.  Put the award logo in your post.
2. Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog in your post .
3. Nominate other bloggers.

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As always there is no pressure at all to participate. If you run an award free blog zone and are nominated by Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns it’s simply our way of sending additional thanks, best wishes and blog love your way!

That being said here are our nominees are:

10 Years a Single Woman, Notes from the U.K. and dray0308.

Increased Traffic—-vroom, vroom, vroom!!!

Good morning Readers! We opened up this morning to this beautiful message:

 “Your stats are booming! 

Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns is getting lots of traffic.”

…and of course it was accompanied buy this gorgeous logo:

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Many thanks to you all for making “this a thing” for us (again)!!! You are all truly adored and we look forward to floating higher and higher in this wonderful blogosphere with you guys as the wind beneath our wings!

Mississippi- (no other title needed)

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To the person or persons responsible for this… bless your special little hearts. It must be awful to have been locked in the bathroom for so long, playing doctor with your sisters and first cousins, that you have no idea that the paint from your paint by number set is washable. It only took a bit of soap and water and some “elbow grease” and the sign is all fresh and clean again. We realize it’s likely that your brother/daddy gave you the paintbrush and the kahunas to complete this pathetic little deed (and let’s face it, the paint brush was definitely the larger of those two little toys of yours) so we know you’re not to be blamed one hundred percent. We’ll be glad to give credit where credit is due – if ever “you people” decide to step forward and own up to your handiwork.

This area is so small that it’s very likely that the responsible party or parties live, work and play beside a multitude of African Americans each day. It’s also likely that the perpetrator(s) is a member of one the churches here in town or perhaps the son or daughter of the pharmacist at one of the local pharmacies or the president of one of the local banks. Who knows? Racism and hate run very deep here in the south.

This goes out to each and every teacher, fireman, pharmacist, police officer, etc who feel a need to “throw the racism rock” then hide his or her hands: As you work next to me and/or any other African American, and as you smile in our faces, while secretly hating us and wishing we’d go back to the motherland you must keep something in mind. According to all the history books your forefathers “invited” my forefathers over… and also, according to the history books, it was an invitation that COULD NOT be declined. Fear of being shot (and killed), beaten (to death), hanged (in some very public place), etc.. was a real and true consequence. Of course , there were many who had no interest in making the trip over on the big ship with “Massah” at the helm. Those people were MURDERED by your forefathers… and you think you’ve got reasons to be pissed? Really? Ok… In other words, the invitation didn’t include tea and crumpets so thousands and thousands of my ancestors “accepted” and were shipped over… again…with “Massah” at the helm. Now I’ll let you do the math and if you come up with anything that makes any sense at all please feel free to share.

So I shared all of that to get to this…

As you go about your day to day lives, clandestinely loathing me and all things African American, you have your own ancestors and forefathers to thank for taking mine for a ride!

In closing, allow me to say this:

I will never apologize for being me nor will I apologize for the things that I believe in. If you think otherwise and feel the need to ask or suggest that I do then you, in fact, owe me an apology. I love the skin I’m in and I can look myself in the mirror and be proud of the person looking back at me! Can those of you who are offended by the things I’ve stated, and/or those of you who are hell bent on spreading hate and discontent, honestly say the same thing?

I am not a “mad Black woman” I am a realist. Let it go folks! Nobody’s perfect but we all deserve a fair chance at trying to be so live and let live!

P.S. We may be in LAST place when it comes to accepting the recent SCOTUS decision and in LAST place when it comes to removing the confederate flag but we, the citizens of Mississippi, are still in FIRST place when it comes to hatred and racism.

 

 

#PhotoRehabCoverMakeover week 2

Lucile De Godoy has launched a new photo challenge called the “Photo Rehab Cover Makeover,” as part of her Photo 101Rehab Clinic.

Instructions: To make a cover for the book, CD or movie that is provided

What to do:

  • Every Thursday the name of a book or movie, etc will be given along with her take on a new cover.
  • Prepare a new cover by using either an archived photo or a new photo that goes with the theme.
  • Prepare and publish the new post. Remember to Ping Back (hyperlink) to the original post or copy your  link to the comments section of the original post.
  • Use the tag #PhotoRehabCoverMakeover, so that the post can be located in the WP reader.
    Add your photo to the link. In this way your photo is exposed to the other participants and the audience of the Photo Rehab.
  • If you wish, to add the Photo Rehab badge to your post you may do so
  • There will be a weekly wrap up of all the ingenious cover makeover photos!

  This weeks cover:

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My Cover Make-Over:

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