This is Jane's cat Baxter; he was like her child...He's living with us now...
My mom, who is usually hard as a rock, lost a really good friend on Monday, and we attended her funeral service today. It really hit me because my mom, who NEVER cries, was really broke up about her dear friend. Jane was a really nice lady who worked with my mother at SSC. She had a wicked sense of humor...She was also very giving and always thought about others. When I became ill and was hospitalized, she sent me my favorite things (magazines) just so I could have something to pass the time. I should also mention that she was very sick as well. I just feel like the good people out here always leave early and the ignorant folks live forEVER...
Here's a poem that was Jane's obituary that I'd like to share:
LIFE CLOCK
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late of early hour.
Now is the only time you own;
Live, Love, tell with a will...
Place no faith in "Tomorrow" for
The clock may then be still.
RIP. Jane E. Dillon (March 25, 1963 - December 28, 2009)
I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while. This spring, I got reacquainted with a gentleman that I knew from WAY back in the day. Let’s call him…Pierre (not his real name). Pierre was cute in junior high & high school – now fast-forward about 11 years. Homey put on about a good 30 pounds of muscle, got some facial hair – basically good got better! LOL! He is the IBM (Ideal Black Man) – no kids, good job, educated, good looking, spiritual…the list goes on and on…We visited each other (which was hard because he lives out of state). We went out on a few dates. We talked all the time. So…you might ask, what was the problem? I felt that the brother wanted me to be a STAN. What is a STAN? It basically means that you are a STAND-IN until something better comes along for that person.
The signs didn’t hit me all at once. They were very gradual. He always asked me for advice – very needy. But that wasn’t a problem for me. The issue was that it was situations about what he should do in particular situations. Second sign – I called him on more than one occasion and he was actually out on a date! (Yes, I know….I can’t believe it either!) But that didn’t matter to me either (yep…getting REAL stupid here, I know!) because he and I were NOT in a committed relationship with each other…so it wasn’t exactly like he was cheating on me.
The last straw was his lack of wanting to be in a relationship. I asked him a couple of times about where did he see us going, and he couldn’t give me a straight answer. I heard everything from he needed to work on himself…to he needed to resolve some crazy issues with his estranged father…in short, he sounded like a politician. That’s when I knew that it was time for me to ride out. (Thanks, Steve Harvey!) Ladies…get that book! Also, check out The Conversation by Hill Harper...
I refuse to be a STAN any longer. Why do people put in the time with another person when they know being in a relationship isn’t what they want? You’re not gonna get the benefits of being in a relationship with me without BEING with me. Why? So I can prepare you for the next chick that comes along? Naw bruh…I’m sorry, but I can’t be your STAN any longer. Be well, and I hope you find what you are looking for because that’s what I intend on doing…
P.S. On a side note, I told my best friend Felise (not her real name) that Pierre probably has a girlfriend by now…and wouldn’t you know…He called me and told me so…Best of luck to you Pierre…
As you might know (...and if you don't know, now you know...lol) Halloween is my favorite holiday. And with that comes scary movies! In the spirit of Halloween, I'm listing, in my opinion, the top 15 scariest movies...I can watch all of them, except one (guess which one it is)!
1. The Exorcist
2. Hostel
3. Halloween
4. The Thing
5. Saw
6. Friday the 13th (part 2; in part one, the killer wasn't Jason...who was it?)
7. Texas Chainsaw Massacre
8. The Fly
9. Alien
10. A Nightmare on Elm Street
11. Carrie
12. Seven
13. Dawn of the Dead
14. Jaws
15. The Omen
When I went to church this past Sunday, we had a guest speaker, Maggie Anderson, from the Empowerment Experience. In a nutshell, Maggie and her husband John, pledged to patronize only Black-Owned businesses for one year. Now, I was truly feeling her message. We need to give Black Business Owners a shot at establishing and growing their companies. Large scale corporations squeeze out the Mom & Pop businesses all the time (where you at Starbucks & Wal-Mart?), so it feels good to root for the underdog, so to speak.
I went home and looked up the Empowerment Experience online, and just when I thought all was well…I found out that it wasn’t. This is not to say that the Andersons are doing something wrong…other ethnicities do this as well. Jews support Jews businesses and Latinos support Latinos, etc. On MSNBC.com, people spewed so much hatred…you would’ve thought that they murdered somebody. Comments about sending them back to Africa where they belong were commonplace. Then I thought about it. If I bought from Black-Owned businesses only, would that make me a racist?
I’m not sure; and while I’d love to support Black-owned businesses, there are some places that are owned by Whites, Asians, Latinos, Indians, etc. that I patronize on the regular. Why? Because they give great service and they have great prices. Would continuing to support them make me a sell-out? I’ve been going back and forth on this for the past couple of days…what do you think?
I try not to discuss celebrities on my blog, but I absolutely have to make an exception for Michael Jackson. He is THE greatest entertainer of ALL time, and it truly breaks my heart to write this. This will most likely be the one & only blog that I write about Michael Jackson. I was a huge fan to say the least. In fact, I was going to beg, borrow and doggone near steal so that I could fly to London to go to the concert (yes…a sister had a ticket!). I didn’t believe that he passed…just another sick, cruel joke at his expense. But it was true, and I would never get to meet the ONLY superstar that had me in awe…
To me, Michael was a superhero. And I’m not here to say he was weird, innocent, crazy or whatever…I can’t pass judgment on the man when I’ve committed some sins in my life (you shouldn’t either, but that’s another story for another day). Michael was Michael, and as a die-hard fan, that was good enough for me.
Rest in piece, Mike. Maybe now, you can get some relief. It’s a shame that you had to die before folks could appreciate your musical genius and humanitarian deeds. Job well done…PEACE.
P.S. Sorry it took me so long to get this done Mike…Love Ya!
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