"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.