Thank GOD I live in a majority Black City. I don't know if I could take a surburban area. I have nothing against white folks, but black folks do stuff a little different. My sister lives in PA, and while visiting, we went to the grocery store. The lady in front of us was loading her groceries, and I asked her to pass the separating bar. Twice. And twice she ignored me, finally the cashier handed it to me. Now, I know she heard me yall. Had we been home, I could've cussed her out right quick. But I figured I would hold me tongue. No need to get locked up in surburbia hell. Now, I know what you thinking, Is Jeri racist. No way! I'm just use to things being a certain way. You couldn't take a white surburban person and stick them in the ghetto without them being a little uncomfortable. Most likely, they would lose they damn mind. Same for me. I'm use to the ghetto. Junkies, bums and drug dealers, don't bother me. I just ignore them. Now don't get me wrong, I don't sit and have a conversation with them. I mind my business and keep on going. Besides, you can find everything you need in the ghetto in walking distance. Food, liquor, laundry mat, drugs, all within a two block radius. What is sad is that some people rarely leave those 2 blocks. The ghetto is okay to live in. Every once in a while you gotta get out. Only if it's for a weekend. And so what the stuck up white lady ignored me. Maybe she got issues. I know she couldn't live where I live. And to be honest, I don't know if I could live where she lived either. Hmmm...

When I got home from work yesterday, I was still irritable. I think I was tired. Which brings me to today's rant.

I don't know about you, but sleep is very important to me. I really hate when folks call me when I'm sleep. Most of the time, I don't answer my phone. My son is in the bed with me, and to be honest, nothing you could want is that important to interrupt my sleep. So, I do the courteous thing, and not answer the phone. Simply because I don't want to cuss folks out. When I do get a chance to return phone calls, I get accused of being rude because I didn't answer the phone. Okay, is that against the law? Who said because your phone rings, you gotta answer it. Hello? Maybe I don't feel like answering it. Maybe I'm in the bath tub, or getting my son ready for bed. And then when I do answer it, folks don't want anything. They want to ask me about business or for somebody else's phone number. What do I look like? 411? If you are asking me about business at 10pm at night, then you need a life. I have to be up early, I don't want to talk about making clothes late at night. I'm tired damnit. I want to go to sleep. Sometimes, I go to bed around 9pm. And then the phone rings and rings and rings. I don't answer it, I just ignore it. Call me rude, I don't care. But I need all the rest I can get.

I'm irritable today. I snagged my knee highs. How the hell do you snag a pair of knee highs? I guess I was rushing this morning and wasn't paying too much attention. Oh well, a dollar down the drain. Um I don't spend a lot of money on stockings. I really don't wear them. I don't mind knee-highs or tights. Just stockings irritate me. They make my skin crawl. Ewwwww. Let's speak on female irritability for a second.
As a woman I have a lot of patience, but when it's gone, it's gone. Women get irritable all the time, not just that "time of the month". Stress, too much damn work, not enough money, lack of sex. All of these are irritable factors. My hat goes out to all those brave men that deal with an irritable woman. But, sometimes men are the cause of all this hostility. Men and women are definately from two different planets. Men are rarely complicated, women are too damn complicated. It's enough to frustrate the hell out of any single woman. Nobody want's to be single, that's why we hold on to these "no good" men for so long. There's nothing out there. They're either gay and the best men in the world, or straight and complete assholes. Don't get me wrong, I have straight and gay male friends. Gay men are good friends to have cause they can tell you when a nigga is suspect. And believe me there are a lot of them. But it seems like to me all the Gay men are the best ones. They give you money when you need it. They listen. They tell you when you look good, they tell you when you look bad. They forgive all of your shortcomings. They don't judge you. They are your friends. As long as you can deal with all the drama, you got a friend for life.
I don't have too many female friends. Women have issues. Way too often, they let a man come in between a friendship. Men come and go. My daddy always said, men are like buses, never run after one. They come every 15 minutes. I'm not letting a good friend go for a bus. Namean? Some of these women just aren't honest to themselves. They worry about having a man, getting a man, and staying with a man. But when that man fucks up, then all of a sudden you call your "girls". Umm, should've been calling your girls all along. Maybe they could've given you some much needed advice.

I try to stay away from the relationship thang. Just not for me. As much as I would like to settle down, get married, and spend the rest of my life with someone special. It's just not happening that way. But you gotta play the hand that life dealt you. So far, it's been a good hand. No complaints. As long as GOD is by my side, I'm always going to win. I'm just enjoying the ride.

Pushed away, Staying away...

Happy Founder's Day Sorors

We are Eighty Years Old!


On this day in 1922, Seven Bold and daring school teachers founded the last of the great eight Black Greek Organizations.
Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority Inc

My life as a Sigma began on November 22, 1992. Undergrad was fun and hard work. I don't regret any of it. Sometimes, I miss it. Black Fraternal Organizations are truly an experience. I urge everyone that is interested to at least try it.