tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120416772008-01-10T17:24:45.592-05:00sayifah's rantsafiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-55237057916117058412007-03-03T08:23:00.000-05:002007-03-03T08:47:38.417-05:00trip to albany<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H6oiepkH8bw/Rel8BC-aAKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-6cVdjW8gco/s1600-h/albany.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H6oiepkH8bw/Rel8BC-aAKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-6cVdjW8gco/s320/albany.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037694015610945698" /></a><br />its friday and inspite of an impending storm i made that trip to Albany to pick up my daughter for spring break there will be none that booty shaking in Cancun for her or girl going wild in Daytona either well shes not that type of girl anyway shes not really into wild behavior or as she says acting stupid anyway we did find a fastfood takeout called hip hop chicken in east Albany Ga couldnt find the burger pimp though<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; 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When I say black I mean everybody that I met or dealt with was black.the teachers were Black the mailman was Black the storekeeper and the lady that owned the restaurant were Black the evil doctor with the giant needles and the stethoscope that he kept in the refrigerator was Black and even the nurses with the popsicle sticks that didn't have any popsicles on them -open wide ,fer what you done ate the popsicle now you want put the stick in my mouth.with all the things that was going on back then on one considered what type of life we kids were experiencing had playground squabbles we climbed mulberry trees and picked blackberries got to school on time worried about tests and hated the food in the lunchroom.i guess on the other side of town white kids were living a life similar to mine. Back then life in the south was like the TV shows every thing was in black and white<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1131713938445967362005-11-11T07:23:00.000-05:002005-11-11T07:58:58.463-05:00Pennies from seven -elevenMy plp jar is filling slowly but surely-plp means parking lot pennies-but I haven't been picking up to many lately I think penny harvesting is tied to the price of gas when the price of gas went up the the amount of pennies dropped went down the price of gas is always round off to the nearest dollar so if the price says 2.55.9 you pay 2.56.00. there goes my penny.at this rate if you drop apenny the penny will actually jump back into your hand and say you idiot you need me why do you treat me like this I remember when you would put a hole in me and wear around your ankle and remember how you would nail me to your doorsill for good luck and how about the times when we was young wild and phone calls was only a dime you would cut my ridge off to make phone calls from the phone booth remember phone booths then you started to ignore me and just throw me into to your cars ashtray or leave me in a dresser draw or leave me in the take a penny leave a penny tray at the store counter a tray that seems to always have the same amount of pennies every day. Now here you are needing me again to fill your desires to run wild at the local wal-mart- I saw two women fighting there the other day.i said dang they be banging at the wal.-any way now that we are back together treat me nice but if you start dropping me remember I know that there's someone looking to pick me up and take me home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1129565898271111982005-10-17T12:17:00.000-04:002005-10-17T12:18:18.280-04:00we didnt start the firethe weatherman says its going to rain today it rained and hailed earlier this week. i wonder what went through the mind of the first human to encounter hail he probaly looked up an thought the thing that goes in the mouth to stop the inside hurt and makes the below me soft is about to fall down. imagine his surprise when the ice started to hit him he probaly ran across the fields thinking the boom,boom people in the way up there is throwing rocks at him. after making it to a safe tree he thinks the 'people in the way up there' must be angry at me but why. i will leave my catch here for them and when they see me go hungry to make them happy they will stop. it does, and he goes home to his family and they say it is good that you did that because we were scare when we saw the hard cold stuff fall. we should offer things to them whenever they become angry at us because we must have done something wrong. it was like that then and its is like that now when volcano erupts in an deserted area its just nature but when an volcano erupts and people get killed its god punishing the people. the same is said for earthquakes tsunamis and drought even though these things have been occurring long before people lived in the places where these things happen. you cant blame god because you built your house in a bad neighborhood. and you cant blame the boom,boom people in the way up there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1127748866938331312005-09-26T10:48:00.000-04:002005-09-26T11:34:26.950-04:00More ramblingsI have a mason jar-(why is it called a mason jar since women uses them should they call them eastern star jars) on my kitchen counter labeled plp -parking lot pennies- I put the pennies that I find in parking lots in there ,yes I pick them up.its something to do to kill time I don't scour the whole parking lot looking for pennies but if I see one or two on the way to the car I,ll pick it up I guess the person that dropped it is somewhere saying damn if I had one more penny I would be able to buy that rolls to bad you should have picked up your penny.reading bumperstickers are another waste of time.lets hear it for free speech. No matter how dumb it is its still good to know that someone's money and child goes to juvenile court or that their other car doesn't exist either.that sticker of Calvin peeing on whatever is annoying.i wonder if that's how that person deals with the things they don't like -this food is horrible most people would send it back but not me -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1126554626442099282005-09-12T15:13:00.000-04:002005-09-12T15:51:15.310-04:00ramblingsit was on the news the other day -i always miss the interesting news- an old lady caught a large fishout of daffin parks pond i never knew that there were large fish in that pond.but then again i dont expect large fish to swim around with their heads out of the water saying,marco, marco.i know i have seen aome koi that someone must have released in there .if she caught one of those she gonna be eating one expensive fish sandwich.pretty but costly.my mom said that every fish praises its own pond i guess that one should have kept its mouth. you know how that is. youre outside talking to somebody when- pitooie- a gnat flies into your mouth.i dont think that hook swam into that fish's mouth i think it was aggressivly seeking a free meal.or it thought it was the great pond hunter closing in on its prey. either way its soup now.as for the koi -what the plural for koi-koiese,s -i need to find out who got so much money that they can throw away expensive fish when they tire of them.maybe they got tire of the japanese and want something german or swedish.who knows .and since i am just rambling who cares<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1126018417501036022005-09-06T10:19:00.000-04:002005-09-06T10:53:37.510-04:00katrinaShe came with a warning that was taken lightly by few but those that did flee couldn't escape her wrath the people in the gulf states lives will never be the same she left a legacy and stories that will be told again and again for generations to come.hundreds of thousands of lives became refugees because someone in authority was in denial. Well what couldnt happen did happen.what we were used to seeing in third world countries is happening right next door.what ever happened to prepare for the worse and hope for the best.i really feel for the people that are suffering.the poor as usual got the worse of it.and there was no way for the media to not show it the people suffering were mostly poor and Black.no trailers over turned by tornadoes no mud slides pushing mansions into the sea. Just inner city poor fleeing and drowning and dying.and sleeping outside dying of thirst and lack of medical attention like they were in Niger or Ethiopia or somewhere .When things settle down years from now I hope every remember-Prepare for the worse -Hope for the best<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1124903297689761162005-08-24T12:22:00.000-04:002005-08-24T13:08:17.696-04:00Blinded by the lightWhen we were young my mother would tell us stories that to me were funny and amusing .My brother being two years older was more introspective to him they were teaching story's because he was heard them more times than I did and had time to think about them .Well no because as I grew up t still considered them funny little stories should have thought more deeply.there was a story she told us about a monkey and a cat by a fireplace and the monkeydecide that he wanted to roast some chestnuts.so he throws some chestnuts into the fire while the cat laid there sleeping.after the chestnuts were done the monkey grabbed the sleeping cats paw and raked the chestnuts out of the fire and began eating them.oh people I been raked over the coals to many times by people who only wanted to get their fill while I sat on the side nursing my wounds.i was asleep my eyes were closed.if once burnt twice remembered then twice burnt is oh hell no. I have two girls and I will not allow them to grow up to be professional victims girls keep you eyes open and your wits about you .So when absentee granny showed up to buy the girls school clothes and kept mentioning a daddy that rarely paid child support .They assume that her intentions weren't on the level they asked were was she before now . Is it because she's getting old or is it because he knows that he has only two more years of child support payments to dodge.as with one kid in college and another on the way.maybe they think that they have two cats lying by the fire place.well as my oldest said about granny after she got her school clothes.you got served<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1124803988723154522005-08-23T09:11:00.000-04:002005-08-23T09:33:08.733-04:00Comfortably numbIts been a busy two weeks but things are starting to settle down now my oldest girl is attending college she a freshman and she loves it. She says she sees one problem ,the missing grand mother works there daughter asks did she nag her son about us when we were little the way she nags me about him.if she did then maybe I should ignore her the way he must have ignored her because he never paid any child support .I was thinking maybe I should talk to my ex,s mother but then again maybe I should let her get taken down by the sharp tongue of an nineteen year old girl with something on her mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1123510893156351032005-08-08T09:32:00.000-04:002005-08-08T10:21:33.180-04:00Pass the dutchy on the leftI was standing in my driveway one day when a car with two young ladies pulled up asked me where was the funeral gathering for so-n-so was.i don't know so-n-so or where they lived.you see in the black community we have a after party and we have a after funeral.and there are some people who follow funerals just for the gathering afterwards .The thought or free food make some people do strange things.i have crashed a couple of family reunions myself. But when you have been driving for hours in wayback Georgia and the kids are hungry and the nearest restaurant is a kajillion miles away and you see that church sign that's says so-n-so,s family reunion you just pull in a say hey cuzz I haven't seen you in ages I bet you don't remember me, guess who .You just keep talking while the kids fill their paper plates and run back to the car.then on as if on que you say where's those brats of mine they are so wild let me go find them.then its back on the road and damn the little hellions didn't get anything for me just a lot of sweets.i might be the reason why the people at reunions wear family t-shirts now they should start doing that at funerals.you never know who there to pay respect to the decease and whos there to pay respect to the chef. theres lots of food at black funerals most are the type that probaly killed the decease,pigtails, pig feet,well lets just say the whole hog and chicken cooked in every conceivable way. But no fish I don't know why .You would think that that,s what they would need to feed the multitude of people who didn't know the decease but all agree to a man that his people can sho throw down in the kitchen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1123259301222019772005-08-05T11:22:00.000-04:002005-08-05T12:28:21.230-04:00This or thatSome Jehovah witness came to my door yesterday. They usually make their round in the area every few weeks .You can see them walking down the street. Men in one group women in another. Wonder why they do that. I have never had a couple come to my door its always two men or two woman.think I should ask?, are you two gay?.They say that only 144,000 people will go to heaven.if that's true then why are they trying to got more people to join .If I was one ill be at the kingdom hall saying, you know suzy the mormons are giving away free chocolate you should go check them out.hey bill did you know the Moslems are giving away free backpacks think of all the free watchtowers you'll be able to carry.i cant deal with a - women stay in the home- type of religion. This bird,s got wings and iam going to use them. I am a single parent and I don't have time to deal with that nonsense. I cant sit around and wait for some man to come take care of me .Most of them cant even take care of them selves.even the ones who can seems to be looking in anther direction if you get my drift.anyway Mr and Mrs roboto regroup at the end of the block and seem to discuss their next move which to go around the corner and start knocking on doors again and hand out more free watchtowers.maybe I should start a religion where everyone who went through a living hell on earth gets to go to heaven and the people who put them through it goes to hell with an extra 144,000.-mostly lawyers and auto mechanics<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1123076773107498532005-08-03T09:17:00.000-04:002005-08-03T10:01:44.730-04:00Pass me the gatIt was on the news yesterday .I don't know all the facts but an old lady had to take out an aggressor that was attacking her in her own house .A sometime sleep over who probaly tried to take kindness for weakness. It happens you know. You cant be nice to everybody but then again maybe the old lady was a gangster from way back. Ma barker wasn't the only woman kicking up dust way back when.so when the woman attacked the old lady with a knife the old lady broke her off somthin proper.what they say about taking a knife to a gun fight these old black women have went throught a lot in their lives they are not as stupid scared and weak as many people think .Last month an old lady made a would be rapist feel sorry he ever came at her and I bet the inmates in the prison hes going to will make him feel even sorrier so the next time you're sitting next to an old lady that's humming listen real good she might not be humming amazing grace it might be brand Nubian,pass me the gat I gotta fight back I aint going out like a m---f---r.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1122685387646860552005-07-29T20:47:00.000-04:002005-07-30T12:58:53.593-04:00I am coming outNo I am not gay just singing a song by Diana Ross see my blog has passed the one thousand reader mark .I know some people get that much I'm a week .But hey its hard to choose a topic when you have so much to say.the story's I could tell you will curl your toes.when you walk in on two well defined good looking,hmm,hmm hm.oh daddy .looking men locking lips.well they said when the British left India their military band play The World Turned Upside Down-the Australian national anthem is Waltzing Matilda-I should have expected it after all we found out Rock Hudson was gay. We knew Liberace was a little light in the loafers but rock?All the gay men I ever knew has never been in a closet except maybe to check out my wardrobe-girl I know you're not going to wear this-oh man the things I have seen.then there was the time my ex(we were together at the time) told me he got stuck in Florida because the friend he was with abandon him and he had to work odd jobs to get enough money to get back home and I believed him .Then the other day I googled him and found out he was in jail right here in town.i felt like sally after she found out that the great pumpkin was a beagle. I've been trick what a fool I was.and religion, don't get me started.i wont be taking any trips to jonestown any time soon to sample coolaid laced with cyanide nor will i be strapping on any backpacks. Leave that to Dora the explorer.as a matter of fact I avoid any religion that has jokes that end with the punchline-why is she out of the kitchen and where did she get those shoes-or any that teaches that a good woman is --and you can add whatever here--it probaly be obedient or subservient ,or can bake a cherrypie Billy boy Billy boy.and politics make wanna holla throw both my hands<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1122127316048124942005-07-23T09:13:00.000-04:002005-07-23T10:01:56.053-04:00Fifty ways to leave your loverA true story .Lisa was having problems with her live in boy friend he was trying to become a part of her body she couldn't go any where with he following her and he aws suspicious of her .Where have you been, where are you going, he would ask her. Not out of concern for her safety. The little apple had its perils but she could take care of herself.he wasn't always like that at least it didn't show or maybe she didn't notice.hes just worried about me she would think .Now things have gotten to the point where she just a bird in a gilded cage and it was time to fly. But how do you leave someone who has become your shadow.she made a few phone calls from a friends house.and squirreled away a few dollars.she then set out to become the dutiful obedient girl she knew her boy friend wanted. One day she say lets go to the movies. She picks one she knew he would like and off they went. It was a good movie and he was really into it she says I have to go to the bath room do you want me to bring you something back from the concession stand ill pay -that's the sweetest bait you can use anything or anybody- she walks pass the restrooms pass the concession stand and out the door to her sisters waiting car they drove to her apartment and helped her brother inlaw finish loading her stuff into the uhaul that was backed up to the apartment door.she got all her stuff loaded got in her sisters car and it was goodbye yellow brick road. Four hours later the uhaul was backing up to her new apartment in another town. As for her ex I don't know what happened to him but I can pretty much imagine the look on his face when he got home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1121732100456288952005-07-18T19:29:00.000-04:002005-07-18T20:15:00.470-04:00$40 bucks a popWhen you're down on your luck and your cash isn't flowing where do you go to get rid of a bad tooth .There's a place on ----- street that charges $40 dollars per tooth.the place was filled like the county jail day room -to quote ice cube-the looks on the people faces went from oh this hurts to somebody shoot me now. Well my tooth didn't hurt that bad and after looking at the faces of the people that came out after getting their tooth pulled I decided that my tooth didn't hurt at all. As a matter of fact I only came in to cool of an air conditioned room yeah that's it before I left I asked a patient about the procedure and he mumbled dribbled to me what happened said the doctor looked into my mouth and asked me if I wanted to get it pulled and I foolishly answered yes so he shot me with something to kill some of the pain then he walked away. About a minute later he came back and stuck something in my mouth and started pulling a minute later he was showing me my tooth and asking me if I wanted to keep it. I said ro ranks. He give me a prescription for penicillin patted me on the back and said pay on the way out .I asked .What about pain. He said .They said to buy extra strength tylenol. That's when my tooth really stopped hurting as a matter of it began to tickle not really it just that people with lips numbed by novacaine look and sound funny when they try to talk and this guy was cracking me up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1121439167995255332005-07-15T10:49:00.000-04:002005-07-15T10:52:48.000-04:00crackheadsSooner or later you are going to meet one if you haven't already the thing is you never know who's one until its too late. They don't always look like Tyrone yelling- I want some crack.crackheads are dumb people who have gotten smart and inventive in procuring the one thing that motivates them crack.a crackhead can cash a check that you cant be it from out of town or from another planet they know someone who will cash it.they can sell things that you cant sell and they will try to sell you things that you didn't even knew existed.what I cant understand how can they just pop out of nowhere with a microwave oven push it in you face and say give me $10 for this.how do you walk around with a oven looking for a buyer and not attract attention. Do they have time portals that they slip into then zap they are on the other side of town.you lock you car and go into a store and when you come your mp3 player is gone. A regular crook would do some damage but a crackhead cant afford to get caught hes got to make that sale so he can get some crack. So zap into the portal and hes on the other side of town .You go home and your friend calls and say- <blockquote></blockquote>hey I just bought a mp3 player for $10 now we can trade CD's .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12041677.post-1121127783594122682005-07-11T19:42:00.000-04:002005-07-12T09:28:36.433-04:00Grandma who ?My ex mother inlaw is trying to get back into my children's life not that she ever really was apart of their lives.after fifteen years she expects them to take to her a duck takes to an oven -hmmmm roast duck- any way they are girls and they are like the cats they keep around the house standoffish .Is that a word.she never had any girls so she don't know the pleasure of having teenage girls around the house. If I was mean I would talk them into staying with her for awhile that'll teach her a lesson or two.were was she when they were teething or needed holding when they were getting their shots or making crayon drawings of I don't know what and telling them its pretty while trying not to laugh.they are asking me the same questions about her. where was she back then.these are girls that you cant buy off with promises of trips to belks and computers for college.these girl- as I have said -are teens and girls their age even the nice ones can be a handful their wits and tongues are sharp and if your not used to dealing with them they will send you home crying.well I've talk to my girls about visting their granma and they said no way.the thing is my exs mother don't understand why<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9188771234957273"; google_ad_width = 728; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "728x90_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>safiyah's ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205191602872364042noreply@blogger.com