White boy Email 29th edition

White boy Email 29th edition
Summer Summer Summer Time…

I. Quote of the Week
II. Ebonics Lesson of the Week
III. Catch 22
IV. Mama’s Korner
V. Guest White Boy Writer Dan Paxson


Quote of the Week:
"Just because you chose what is RIGHT to do, does not mean that you will be treated as a hero."
-Spiderman

Ebonics Lesson:
“I see u”
My students say this to me like every day now… I see u miss patty…
I am just letting u all know it is like saying hello or some other form of greeting.

Lesson Learned (Catch 22):
Saying you are sorry versus repentance (and you don’t have to be religious to practice this.) Sometimes you may wonder why you say you are sorry for something yet the situation may not have changed at all. A fine example is my roommate situation. You say you are sorry for not taking out the trash, yet the trash still heaps up in the house or outside the door until someone else finds themselves doing your job. And then that person takes an “L” and falls backwards down the stairs. If u are simply sorry, u apologize, but someone who is repentant will up the anty and start doing what they are suppose to do and simply take out the trash. Sometimes doing the right thing is hard, but who wants something that is easy. Easy does not build character or stamina so when the real woes of life come to u, u are not the one falling flat on your face. And then there is no one but yourself to get u up, but u lack the skills to do that. So say you’re sorry and mean it, with a determination to change a little each time for the better. J


Mama’s Corner:
Remembering that your parents can be fragile too is heartbreaking. When I found out this week that my mother had to have major surgery, it reminded me when I was four. When I was four, my sister snuck me in under a trench coat to the room in the hospital that kept my mother. I remember all the tubes and monitors hooked up to her body. She could not even look at me. She was heavily medicated and sedated. My sister told me that all those things would make her feel better and soon she would be home to take care of me. Part of me wanted to believe her; the other part was filled with the absolute fear that she would leave me too soon. I was too afraid to touch her, almost that I had even lost her already. My sister made me touch my mother’s hand and I cried. At that time I cried for me, because I was afraid that my mother was leaving me. Not over the loss of life. I remember going home to my house. My Uncle Fonny stayed with us and he bought me one of my first teddy bears to hopefully make me stop crying. It read, “I love u” on its belly. I was not loudly crying, just somewhere there was a reservoir of tears coming from some place. So back to the present. I went to visit my mom the day I found out that this was going to happen. I went into our house, it was completely dark, and I thought was my mom in bed? I went up to her room calling her name. I got to her room and there in the darkness I saw her body limp with sleep and I felt like that little four year old girl afraid she was going to lose her mother. I shook my head and yelled at her to wake up. She was like who is it? And I am proud to say that she got up and hobbled down the stairs to entertain me, Alex and Nessa with stories of how to dance on bars in a bar and offered us some donuts. My mother, the hostess. I say this so that all of you will take the time to love your mother, and show her that, even when it’s not Mother’s day…because good or bad…she deserves it all the time.

Guest writing by Dan the man Paxson (disclaimer I am not responsible for his independent thought)
All right, I have to get this off my chest. Let me start with something of a disclaimer. This is me ranting. The views expressed here may or may not be how I feel everyday. However, I'm in the mood, so here we go. First of all, not all women suck. I realize that. But let me tell you as someone that gets out there and dates quite a bit, that the percentages are not at all encouraging. Those of you who know me personally would have to agree that my past experiences justify my position. There have been numerous instances, I assure you, but there is only one girl in particular sticks in my mind right now. For those not familiar with me the details are not important, but it will suffice to say that I was on the receiving end of a royal reaming.
You see the problem becomes worse with every woman I meet. Because as I take a piece of them away from each relationship, the criteria for finding a perfect match becomes more and more restrictive. I'm getting more picky, at a time when logic (not to mention pure statistics) would suggest I need to be less so. Which means that women suck, but only because I have convinced myself that the perfect woman exists. Here are ten reasons why women suck and not necessarily in order of importance.

Women are the root of all evil.
They never know what they want.
They always end up getting everything.
They are always complaining about something.
They are always over complicating situations.
They always think they are too fat when they really aren't.
They always complain about not finding a decent guy, but when one comes along they always say they just like him as a friend.
They worry too much about their looks. i.e. makeup, hair, clothes....etc.
Women are never wrong.
Women are the reason men die earlier than women.