"The lying bastard!"

           As this work weeks comes to a close, I look back on the week as a whole and I see it as a pretty good one. I finally got another person in my building at work so now I can really supervise. The lady they sent, is a VERY good worker. She's a slim, older hispanic woman with a pretty smile. Her smile gives a glimpse into her younger days where she was probably finer than hair on a snake. Her english isn't top notch but she speaks "work" and "detail" so I'm not trippin. 

     One work situation that does stick out in my mind happened on wendsday morning. A sports trainer was getting ready to go with a team on a road trip and he had asked me to open a door for him. I didn't have the key to the door so I asked the guy that works days if he had a key. He looked @ me and simply said "NO, ju people pose' to hab a key". (He has a heavy accent) So I walked away heading downstairs to tell the trainer that I couldn't open the door. When I got downstairs, I saw the day man open the door for the trainer. I instantly became incensed with anger. The Lying bastard! 

         So you know I checked off into his lying ass. I asked him why he lied to my face. He started to act like he didn't understand english making me even more mad because I had just saw him talking extensively to the trainer. But, I kept my cool and explained to him that lying has NO place in my building and that we were all on the same team, and are there for just one thing. He acted like he was mad I checked him. He probably was but being real, I couldn't give a "extra special fuck" how he felt about it.

        Other than that, I had a good week. Its friday 6:29pm. So after tonight I'm off till monday. The Queen and I are about to meet her family @ a restaurant to celebrate her parents 36th wedding anniversary. Wow 36 years! I hope she and I can make it 36 months let alone 36 years. Only time will tell on that one. 

Well, have a great weekend and I'll catch you later. 

            

28 is GREAT!

        

             Well, I'm finally the BIG 28! It was a long bumpy road to get here. And what's funny is that the bumps aren't even half way over. I can remember having a hard time with life when I was in my early 20's and thinking that the closer I got to 30, it would get easier. Well I know some 30 year olds that beg to differ. So knowing their plight and my own, I would be totally wrong to "Expect" things to just turn around and get better. But, I don't. I do on the other hand expect Myself to effect changes and MAKE things better.

          I had a pretty good birthday weekend. It was a "broke-ass" birthday but with the money I did have, I went and got meat to bbq, some good medicine, and went to my apartment complex's pool and the queen and I pitched up a party. I wasn't at a 5 star restaurant with servers clapping and singing happy birthday. Or at a club with a hand full of dollar bills. I was at home, bbq-ing with my woman chilling at the pool. On some realness, I wouldn't trade that for anything. It was REALLY fun.

          Due to my upbringing, I never got to celebrate my birthday until I was old enough to go out and hangout myself. And I always had these high expectations on how a birthday should be. Well, I was very wrong. I don't need to do anything extravagant. It was more fun sitting pool side and eating "E.Green's world class bbq" than being up in somebody's loud club looking at all the drunk folk. I feel like I rang my 28th year in with a loud sonic BANG. You should have seen the bossy look on my face the whole time we were out there. You would have thought I was on an island resort.


 I say all that to say this, be happy with you DO have and what you CAN do.



How was your weekend?

And We're still waiting....

             Well, in 3 days I'll be 28 years old. Yes, E.Green the realist blogger alive is knocking on 30. But this is no mid life crisis or anxious event. I'm happy to see another year. After the last year I had, I should really go out and do some Rick James partying. But, I'm gonna find some good medicine, medicate myself, and plop right down in the bed. I had made plans to go to Dallas to see my cousin but when you plan things, there is always a monkey wrench. So, I'll have to postpone my lil getaway for a few weeks.

        I had a few words of wisdom for the week but I kinda forgot what I was going to say. I wanted to stir up some attitudes and feelings over the choke-hold that the present day gas prices have on the nation. I can't believe people aren't in the streets protesting and boycotting gas stations. But on the other hand, I think the age of the Rebel is far gone. Our society has gotten SO lazy that we get mad and rant and rave on Twitter and Facebook but don't open our mouths to say a word. So unless someone (more than one) gets fed up with paying 40$ at a time at a gas pump and only getting a half tank, there will be no change.

          I'm not promoting a national sit-in or protest. But I AM asking people to be more proactive and be realistic with what's going on in the country. I personally have a problem with paying 4.50 a gallon for gas. I even have a problem paying a dollar for air to put in my tires. There is a major greed problem in the country and US as poor and middle class people aren't getting our cut. And that's not right.

     I don't have the answers to the problems we face now and in the future, but I do know we need to get off our asses and demand change. Demand a fair life where everyone that tries receives something for their effort. I grew up being told that the Almighty God would soon step in and change the World for the better. Well, this would be a great time for that........

And We're still waiting.

      
"Take it from me, someday, we'll ALL be free"-Donny Hathaway.

        

That is all today

           I can't remember the last time I had a worse sunday than yesterday. That's all for me today. I'll try and get some type of inspiration so I can write more. But for now. That's what it is. Words do hurt. Especially when they come from somebody talking about they love you.

Everybody have a great day.
Think before you speak.

The Help has quit

                 In my few years of life, I have come to realize that I try and help too much. But MY help is defined as imposing my thoughts and opinions on the person I'm trying to help. And then, I get mad when they don't want to do it my way. I can see that as being one of my flaws. But how do I work on this behavior? Or how can I curb it?

         A few weeks ago, I was talking to a good friend of mine who is married. He and his wife have been married going on 8 years. They have 2 well-mannered kids, a nice home, and a dog. American Dream right? But there is a flip side to it. Their sex life totally sucks. So when he and I talk, all he really talks about is how his wife won't do this or do that. And how he wishes he could meet another, younger, freakier, (is "freakier" a word?) woman. So that conversation a few weeks ago was just like the last 10 we had.

        My friend flipped the script on me on this last conversation though. He told me that he had met a younger, freakier woman working at the Best Buy he frequents. And that he and she had been fucking for the last 4 months. (Since the last time we talked) Automatically, my "help" switch popped on and I started to talk some sense into him. He wasn't trying to hear a word of it either. So, I got really irritated.

       I had to come to the realization that you just can't tell some people shit. You can talk, counsel, talk, and plead with a person until you run out of breath. But at the end of it all, its their situation. And if somehow in their head they have rationalized it, no matter HOW wrong or stupid they may sound, you're better off leaving it alone and letting them do them. It may suck having to see a friend or loved one go down a bad path but it is what it is. Don't stress yourself over a hard headed person. Cause THEY are going to have to deal with the outcome......NOT YOU.

Have a greater day than yesterday! Catch you later.    

"I could've easily put her in the headlock".

        
      I can't put on airs or front like having a baby isn't the coolest thing I've ever been a part of. And I can't front at the same time that dealing with a pregnant woman is fun OR easy. Because its no beach party. In these last 3 months I can't put a number on the times I've been cussed out, disrespected, and had my feelings destroyed. An angry woman will dig as deep into you as a BP drill in the ocean floor.

   Sometimes I try and figure out what I did or am doing to get her going. But I can't. Well, I'm lying. I know what it is but I don't think its SO big that it warrants a cuss out. Or a day long attitude. I've been told that a woman's emotions and hormones are all out of wack when she's pregnant. When I heard that, I thought they were talking about crying after UNICEF commercials. Or just crying a lot. Guess who was extra wrong?....

    These last few months have taught me valuable lessons about communication, humility, and outright self-control. There have been many instances where I could have easily put her in the head lock and just fell on the floor. But my self-control held me back like a best friend stopping you from fighting. I'm not going to say its easy either because its not. Its actually very hard to have self-control. But that power comes with maturity. Not age, but maturity. I know a lot of 40 year old dudes that don't have a inkling of self-control.

     Communication also has helped me. A lot. I use to feel bad if I couldn't cover a bill and would hold it in until I got the money to pay it. Just yesterday, I came up short and I called The Queen, told her the situation, and she was cool about it. Blew my fucking mind! I was holding the phone cringing after telling her cause I KNEW that she'd act a fool. But she didn't. That really made me feel great.

     Humility comes into play when we talk about feelings I may have about the things she may do or say when she's angry. I talk to her with tact. I don't scream, I cuss but I don't call her out her name. I HUMBLE myself. I use my calm, "after this talk we fuckin" voice. I think it works. Sometimes.

I use all those qualities or Powers as I like to call them, to keep our relationship going. Things my parents couldn't do. Some people say that being in a single parent home is bad for a kid. Well, it was. But, I have a perfect example of what NOT to do. Thanks mom! Thanks dad!

   Everybody have a GREAT week. And I'll catch up later.

Damn where did the day go?

              The Queen and I went to see a movie last night. We saw HANNA. I'm 50/50 on Hanna right now. It would need a sequel for me to really like it. It put me in the mind of Kill Bill but with a younger female and way less story. The movie was good but it lacked story and needed more action.

    We had to catch a late show because I slept the WHOLE saturday away. I wish I could at least have slept 4 of 5 hours and got up but it just didn't work out like that. When I finally woke up, it was 8pm. I'm getting use to being up all night not but I'm not getting use to being sleep all day and losing time to do stuff. I'm really suprised I didn't fall asleep in the movie.

When we got home I sat up till 4am all by myself. Working Midnights has really turned my life upside down. And its only gonna get worse when the baby come. I hope it let me sleep. My Saturday wasn't really fun filled. My only highlight was seeing my people for about 45min and going to see Hanna.

As you can probably read and see, I have a pretty boring life. Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep. I should change the blog name to E.GreensBoringLife.

Get Your People Skills Up!

         While I have some free moments I'll tell you about being a people person and the advantages of being that. I grew up Jehovah's Witness and being apart of that, I had to go from door to door and spread God's word. My Grandfather and I would sometimes stand outside of liquor stores and preach to the wino's, bums, crack heads, and anyone else going or coming. It was a really positive experience in my opinion. Taking part in that work made gave me the power of approaching people and starting conversations.  

At my earliest age, I had to have been 7 or 8 when I really started to come into my own with it. A lady was taking groceries from her car and she stopped and rubbed her back in pain. I went to her and said, "lady, I bet I know a way that your back will never hurt again..." That question sparked off a conversation that I had to let my granddad finish off. 

I feel that being a people person takes social wit and skill. You have to have been around ALL types of people to know how people think. To read body language to see the mood their in. I would say that you need a good vocabulary but if Lil Wayne can do an interview on Prime time with Katie Couric, and the next day someone says he speaks well, maybe not. Regardless of who or what, being a people person takes a good mouthpiece. 

I feel as though I have good talking skills. My father is a slick talker. Maybe that's where I get it from. I call 2 of the ladies in my building at work, my 2 wives and they just eat it up. I talk to them about their kids, interests, music, and anything else I hear them talk about. Those conversations go really far. They work HARD and don't complain. That's a Win on my part as far as I'm concerned. 

Even though these entries are my thoughts, I don't want to ramble on and on like my literal thoughts. So I'll wrap it up by saying this to whoever may pass through here, "Get Your People Skills Up!". #thatisall

i didnt know these guys. my people skills got me a picture with the burger king and g.i joe here.

        

"I had more women in a week than he had seen in a Month!"

              

           In 2006 I was laid-off from the Detroit Board Of Education. Other than having a child, I think that was the best thing that ever happened to me. After the lay-off I started down a treacherous road. I stole, I cheated people, I got super lazy, and I sold a LOT of drugs. And used them too. I started to sleep with a lot of different women. Women that were out for the wrong things. Not my heart.

I'll never forget the turning point where I had to wake up out the negative, deadly stupor of a life I was living. It was my father putting me out on the street. When I reflect I can see the pain on his face while telling me I had to go. We had missed out on a lot of time together and finally we started to come together, he had to put me out.

I totally understand why he did it. I was selling weed and sleeping with WAY more women in a week than he'd seen in a month. IN HIS HOUSE. Soon after that, I stayed at a cousin's house that sold even more drugs and had even more women than me. Obviously not a good move. After a few weeks there, my dope money dried up and those fast women found another dope boy to buy them drinks and sleep around with.

I thought and pondered over how I could get my life together. And I came up with moving to Houston. My cousin had called me and told me to come and try something new. That call was life changing also. It gave me a new reality. A new goal to reach. I tucked my tail and moved back home with my mom soon after that call. I saved my M.A.R.V.I.N checks up and skipped town.

Since the move, I've still had ups and downs. But I've learned to always get better from every bad experience. And to always remember that as long as you try you will have some type of success. #thatisall  

How will my baby turn out?

      
   Earlier today I was thinking about how good or bad of a father I would be. All of my thoughts were totally positive except one... The thought of me putting my all into shaping this child's persona and he/she going the exact opposite like kind of how I did with my parents. My parents weren't married and they tried to have a relationship a few times in my early youth. Even though they weren't married, they both supported each other in the teaching and shaping of the Man I am today.

   As I reflect, I feel like I had a very good upbringing. My mother was a hard working christian whom I spent most of my time with giving me the great work ethic that I have. She was strong willed and stood up for what was right. Even if she was the only one standing. She was a teacher and took out the time to actually show me how things were. Giving me understanding of things and situations at a young age.

My father on the other hand was a slick talking, witty, hard working, blue collar type of guy. He was fair in matters with people. He was a avid music lover, exposing me to various genres. The qualities that both parents displayed in my upbringing made me the man I am today.

I wonder what qualities I will pass down to my child. Will it love basketball like I do? Will it be able to judge a person's character fairly like I do? Will it be a hard worker like me? Will it be respectful of others like me? Will it be funny like me?

All these questions and more have been running through my head since the day I found out my woman was pregnant. I wouldn't call these questions stressful questions though. I call them "cautionary questions". They will be answered soon enough. And when he/she reads this, it will hopefully make the right decision to be an upstanding citizen, a superb African American, and a really funny person.

How was your day today?

My Biggest, Nastiest, Deadly Habit....

  
   I have a few problems. Some of them are really small. Some of them are big enough to make a weaker person kill himself. But, the biggest problem I have is killing me slowly. Its Cigarettes. At one time in my life, I HATED cigarettes. As a child, I can remember leaving a Detroit Tigers baseball game holding my dad's hand and being burned on my arm by a man's cigarette walking past us. An experience like that would make ANYONE not ever want to pick up a habit like smoking. But, then again I'm not just anyone....

I'm not a heavy, every 30 min. smoker. I might smoke 1 pack every 3 days. But I'm still smoking. My teeth are ugly. My breath stinks. My hands smell like them. My woman hates that I smoke. But being the superwoman that she is, she toughs it out and doesn't give me grief about it. I do plan to kick the habit. I have tried before and the longest I've went was 2 weeks. 10 whole days without a cigarette. Now, I can't go 10 hours.

I believe that bad habits can be dropped like weight on Worlds Biggest Loser. Its just about self control. Mind over matter. There has to be a want to stop. I'm getting to have a child and I think that's a good enough reason to do so. I'll never forget being in Drafting class 1st hour at Davis Aerospace and smelling Brandon Pritchet. His parents smoked cigarettes in the car on the way to drop him off everyday. Smelling him, you would've thought he worked nights at a bar somewhere. I don't want to subject my kid to that. And I don't want to be out of breath when its time to run through the meadow. Or play hide and go seek.

So today I vow to kick the cigarette habit. I give myself until October 1st. I'll keep you guys and gals posted on how its going.

Have a greater day than yesterday. Catch you later.

  

I really don't know what to start this 2nd entry off with. Right now its 2:14am, I'm at work, and a tad bit irritated. Not because the work is hard. Not because I don't want to be here. But because I feel as though my direct superior lacks backbone. *This is just an opinion* Every night, before we go to our individual buildings, we have a supervisor's meeting. In this meeting, we discuss the events of the night, absentee's, complaints from the earlier shift, and other misc. things.

I just started working at this job about 4 weeks ago. And my building has not gotten 1 single complaint since my 1st day on the job. *Pat myself on the back* But tonight, I got a work request to wipe some windows down. And on the work order it specified that the windows had not been cleaned since Dec. 2010. I wasn't working here then. My problem with that is, WHY DOSEN'T THE DAY SHIFT TAKE CARE OF IT?

Here is where my manager comes into play....anytime I ask him about the daily upkeep in my building during the day shift, he gets "mumble-mouthed" on me. Or he says, "well, that's how it is." Totally unacceptable. Light cleaning and upkeep is to be done during the day and Heavy detailed cleaning is to be done at night. When I ask my manager to talk to the Day manager about it, he acts scary as if he's going up against a fire breathing dragon. Like if he asks for something fair, he'll be treated unfairly. I was always taught to stand up for what's right. Even if I'm the only one standing.

I'll end with this, A man with no backbone isn't considered a man. To me....

First time here....

Hello I'm Eric. I'm starting this blog to share my ideas and opinions with whoever may care to listen. Also, wanted to somehow chronicle my life and experiences for my unborn baby whom I'm really hoping is a girl. I'll know what it is really soon. I'm really nervous about having bby but 'Im also VERY excited. Its finally my turn t be a father. that's BIG shit to me.

I'm going to go a head and wrap this on up. thank you very much for taking the time to read my Blog. I promise you that you won't be dissapointed.