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I don’t know if you wonder too but I wonder about retired folk. Like, my aunt sends emails and two minutes later, she calls to see if I checked it. If you become her friend on Facebook, be prepared to get a ton of invites to play games.

One thing you can count on from retirees, they know about every piece of news going on in the world. I don’t have to watch it on TV. All I gotta do is call my mama and she’ll tell you not only what’s happening downtown and across town, she can tell you what’s happening across the street and forecast what’s gonna happen tomorrow. I’m telling you folks, a psychic’s got nothing on folk who don’t have full-time employment and who’s been living in this world for some time.

When my mama retired, she kept talking about cashing in on her social security. She couldn’t wait, folks. I’ve never seen anybody so eager to get old. This year, she tells me she’s having a medicare party. I said, “WHAT?!” She said real calmly, “That’s right. A medicare party.” A few weeks prior, she kept saying, “Honey, I’ll be 65 this year.” She’s been saying it for about a year, actually. I got so tired of her saying it, I finally told her, “And you look every bit of it, plus some.” She goes, “NO, I DON’T! YOU KNOW THAT’S A LIE!”

Another thing about retired folk, they’re always talking about getting a job. For about eight years, that’s what my mama said and finally, she gets one, starting next month. Two of my aunts talked about it and I assume it’ll take them about 8 years too. My mama is obviously the trailblazer among them. They should give her a job party.

But oh, I can’t discount her other work and service to the community. She teaches line dancing at every senior center that’ll let her in. She’ll teach you too if you give her five minutes of your time. She doesn’t even have to know your name. Got legs, will line dance is her motto. Hell, if your battery’s good and charged on your wheelchair, she’ll work that out for you too. If there’s a will, there’s a damn way. Okay? She will set that iPod up and line dance the shit outta you.

I used to imagine I’d become a gardener when I get up in age. I’ve got some years before retirement but I can clearly see being a gardener’s not in the cards for me. I could, however, see myself in a white Kung Fu get-up, trying to kickbox or some other foolishness that would land me on my ass. In the meantime, there’s no hurry to rush anything.

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Collage/Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

Collage/Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

The heat is on in Washington, wouldn’t you say? I don’t know all the details but I know enough to say that I’m glad your Uncle ain’t up and in my business. However,?I do wonder why these folk, who happen to be Tea Partyers aren’t paying taxes.?I mean, now that this has been dug up, I know I’m not the only inquiring mind who wanna know the answer to that question. On the other hand (and I’m looking at it right now, which could use some lotion), I’m glad my name’s not President Barrack Obama. Ooh Barrack, how you gonna find your way outta this, Baby?

Mr Attorney General’s on the case to investigate the matter?but Mr Holder and President, I need y’all to do me some small favors if you REALLY wanna get on the good side of the folks out here in your America. I mean, you don’t have to but I think it would be to your benefit to dig up:

Why I can’t find my glasses. ?This happens to more folk than me, I’m sure. I really think a law should be passed that when folk misplace them, they get a free pair. You know, like when one loses their debit card and have to call the bank for a replacement, like I had to do this past Sunday.

Now, I’m not the smartest chip in the cookie and trying to get free stuff from the government but I think, and this is my honest and logical opinion so don’t go raising your eyebrow. BUT. I think with this whole wiretapping which the government is trying to turn into law, that if you’re gonna listen in on folk, nobody should have to pay for phone service. You’d certainly get more information that way. I shouldn’t have to pay $200 to tell you all my business. This needs to be an equitable relationship for both of us. You feel me?

I also need you to put on your to-do list as to why WalMart can put up those buildings that sell everything from China and leave vacant warehouses like they’re sleeping with our Uncle. I don’t care how many folk sign a petition against these bullies building in their neighborhoods, they never win. I’m really gonna need you to look into that Mr Attorney General, unless you already know and not saying. I’m gonna need you to say, if?the latter is the case.

And one last thing, Mr General. I know this may make sense in one way and not in another. And yeah, I’m asking for free again but I don’t wanna have to pay for trash pick-up anymore. I mean, it’s trash. You could never pay me enough to deal with anybody’s trash, so I’m quite sure sanitation workers feel the same way. Now, I know it’s a local issue but if you sent?word down the pipe that this service should be free, so be it. Hell, our Uncle started collecting taxes during the war and ain’t stopped since. When can you stop that action, by the way?

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"Prfile in Blue" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Prfile in Blue” Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

I’m a nice person, according to myself and some other folk. I find it hard to say no and often times, sacrifice what I want in order to not ruffle feathers. I’ll put myself out and let you in and then wonder why the hell am I standing outside. In the rain, no less.

Folks, I’m not a rich woman. I mean, I could tell you I’m balling behind this computer if I wanted. You wouldn’t know the difference. Shit, if I was rich, nobody would know anyhow  ’cause I’m a regular country folk. Plus, the way it’s going, I’d not tell anybody ’cause I wouldn’t want folk hands in my pockets.

How’s it going, you ask. I’m so happy to oblige your inquiry ’cause I know you’ve probably been in situations when you find ‘no’ a difficult command or sacrifice when your first mind tells you otherwise. Now, when I do you a favor, I’m not expecting anything in return. I understand something good will come back to me, even if it’s not directly from the folk I did the favor for. Even then, I’m doing what I do ’cause I can. That’s it.

However. Sometimes, I can’t help. Sometimes, you’re gonna have to ride somebody else’s back. Shit, you damn near about to break mine, okay? Folk need to understand when they’re getting heavy. I understand times are hard. My times ain’t exactly soft.

This is the year when I learn to say no, you can’t eat the whole damn pie and leave me the crumbs. I like sweet shit too. I have a generous spirit but I do declare, I am not Paul Revere’s horse, okay? After all, I dress like shit so I don’t know how folk fix it in their minds that I got this and that, with shit to spare. I drive a regular ole vehicle and my house, well, it’s nice but it could use a serious decorator. Now, if you do that sorta thing, I wouldn’t be mad if you went pro bono on me, okay?

Look, I’m just trying to hurry Karma along ’cause she’s been acting real slow lately. Matter of fact, I’m about to go to the corner and wait for her. Hope I don’t get mistakened for a woman in that profession. Then again, I could sho’ nuff be ballin’ then….Hmmm, where’re my red stillettos?

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"On the Outside" Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2013  Totsymae

“On the Outside” Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

If you read my bio, you may recall me saying I am a sensitive person. A lotta folk say that so I’ll be specific and say that should you ever visit me, I’m gonna make you feel like you should be here. Now, I won’t treat you like royalty (’cause you’re not) and break my back about making you feel welcomed. I will, however, allow you to fall into the natural flow, within a few set limitations.

Like, I wouldn’t ask you to do dishes or clean the bathroom or anything of that nature. I won’t even ask you to get your own beverage. Depending on how often you visit, that is. I’d be more than happy to get you a cold drink but don’t expect wine and cheese, okay? The natural flow is that I don’t eat cheese or buy wine, so there’s a 100% chance that I won’t be buying any for you either. I’m just being straight up honest before you even pack your bags to come here, okay?

Now, another element of the natural flow is that should I have other folk over while you’re on visitation with me, I expect you to be cordial in the way of greeting them. I think that’s a simple request and the Universe, God or whoever you were sent here to represent will be pleased with you. Matter of fact, one of the easiest things you can do in this world is say hello, don’t you think?

To go a little further, if you happen to know or have some familiarity about the other folk in the house and so unfortunately didn’t like them, that’s pretty much your business. I’d appreciate you keeping that to yourself. I well understand everybody’s not gonna like each other. Shit. That’s life. I’m real fine with you showing your distaste for them at your own house. I mean, it’s your house. Do what the hell you want there. But. I’m gonna need you to keep in mind that you’re a guest when you’re at other folk house and there’s this thing called courtesy and consideration due. Even if you don’t open your mouth to say a damn thing, that’s translating something, which in my mind, equates to being rude.

To take this one last step further, I’m also gonna need you to not get co-signers, asking other folk how they feel about some other person on account of you feeling some kinda way. Those folk are also guests and that’s not how to visit folk. You dig me?  What I want you to know is that should I come to your house, I will act decent and in order ’cause your place ain’t mine and mine ain’t yours. Neither am I gonna treat you any kinda way just ’cause you’re in my house. Although I could, why even have you here if that’s the agenda? I don’t have time to bother with you like that anyhow.

In essence, I don’t want you feeling like an outsider in my home (unless you overstayed your welcome, that is) and I’m gonna thank you in advance for giving me the Southern Belle treatment when I visit you. I’ll have two ice cubes in my lemonade on the front porch, please.

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Chris Ofili's Holy Virgin Mary

Chris Ofili’s Holy Virgin Mary

You ever wonder what folk say behind your back? I don’t but I’ve very recently been told that I’m bourgeois and snooty. That’s hardly me and I don’t know why they say it about you but I understand why they say it about me.

You see, when folk want to know you or want something they can’t get, they get to name-calling. I call my sister big head but I don’t say it on account of not being unable to get something. It’s a simple fact that she’s got a big head. My mother has a nose so sharp, it could cut diamonds. Another simple fact and I’m not trying to get anything from her either. I have physical proof of these things. Therefore, I’m not being judgemental. That’s not the case in my case, however.

The fella who told me that my neighbors called me bourgeois is supposed to be my friend. He didn’t agree with them at the time they said it but during our discussion, he agreed with them. He then went on to tell me some other things about me that he’d been thinking all along, as if I cared to know. I know myself better than anybody and if I didn’t, I don’t reckon I’d be asking him. Traitor!

Now, if you were to tell me that I’m opinionated after spending time reading my blog, I couldn’t rightly disagree with you but I probably wouldn’t agree either. If you said, “That damn Totsy is loud and her paintings look like shit,” well, I know I sound rather loud and country as all get out but how I paint is a matter of opinion I couldn’t argue the point on. After all, your opinion belongs to you and I really don’t care to take it away from you.

It’s easy to argue the physical ’cause the evidence is clear but even that can be subjective, unless I did some Chris Ofili painting and actually had shit on the canvas. Now, as far as I’m concerned, I’m not into trying to dispel anything folk think about me. My time can be better spent. Besides, I don’t see my neighbor being in the write-up of folk I left behind when I make my final transition. I’ll just enjoy the fact that anybody’s thinking anything about my ass at all.

On a side note, do any of you folk remember this painting by Ofili and the stink it caused?

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"Yack" Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae (www.toshfomby.com)

“Yack” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae (www.toshfomby.com)

How can I put this gently? Let’s just call this person So-and-So. Well, I’ve been talking to So-And-So on the regular. Being the very unselfish person that I am, I started to notice something during our conversations that has started to irk the shit outta me. Now, I can’t rightly blame it all on So-And-So but 50% of this is So-And-So’s fault.

This irksome shit that’s gotten to me is the fact that during these conversations, there’s little opportunity for me to participate in the conversation. If my only purpose is to listen, I needs to be paid, okay?

What especially grinds my nerve is talking about the same thing longer than what I want to. After awhile, say five minutes or so, I figure it’s time to change the subject if we’re going to chit chat. If it continues and I find myself nodding, I will, somewhat delicately, change the subject or make a mad dash to get off the line.  I do realize So-And-So has no inclination that a certain topic is being driven in the ground or I’m ready to doze on that ass but I do think some of the indicators would be my non-responsiveness or me changing the subject in the middle of a sentence. I know it sounds A.D.D. on my part but I can’t be the one sacrificing all the time. Granted, I am a good listener but a phone conversation is a 50/50 deal.

The other nagger is when we are talking about a topic and So-And-So bogards their way in by talking loud to get their point across. As if talking loud makes it valid and the most logical perspective. I beg your goddamn pardon!

Too, there are times when I can get in a few words and soon as So-And-So jumps back into the ring of the conversation, it diverts back to their thoughts, reflecting on hardly anything I’ve said. Sometimes, I’d really like to tell So-And-So, Shut your stank, funk ass up! but that’s not the southern belle way. Plus, I don’t know if So-And-So is truly stank or funky but the conversations can certainly be.

You know any folk like this? Say it ain’t just me.

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Image by Totsymae

Image by Totsymae

I dispensed some unsolicited advice last week that the recipient of that advice cussed me out for after she followed through with it. I didn’t know I was cussed out at the time she did it. We were hanging out in some cruddy bar I’d never been to when she told me. Now, just so you know, I don’t go to bars ’cause I don’t drink. But this sometimes bourgeois friend of mine likes hole in the wall sorta places, I suppose. Anyway…

She had me sitting in this dark bar and I placed an order of food with some fruit punch. You know, you have to do something with your hands or find some sorta busyness in places you don’t know or else you’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb. I just didn’t feel cool otherwise. Know what I mean?

The earlier conversation went like this:

Her: I don’t call men. They have to call me.

Me: Girl, it’s okay to call a man after awhile to at least let him know you’re interested. Shit, you’ve got more years behind you than ahead. Get your ass on the phone and call that man.

Well, she called the man, folks. He tells her last week he’s getting ready to go to the Essence Music Festival and would check her out upon returning. This is after she asked him, “So, when are you coming to see me?”

Now, I never told her to ask him that. I just told that ass to call. She messed around and went that far on her own and now wanna blame me for him not wanting to see her ’til after July. You see, her ass got to searching on the web about the festival and found out it’s in July. Hell, that man lives about 45 minutes away from her, yet he’s going all the way to New Orleans before he makes that 45 minute drive to her place.

Did I tell you my name’s Gidgit and I ain’t in it? Hell, she could’ve called, let the phone ring two times and hung up for all I cared. I never told her to proposition the man. Besides, I’m a southern belle. I’d never dispense that kinda advice. I’m not the kinda woman with that come-over-Big-Daddy kinda way about me.

I am, however, wondering why I’m so under-appreciated, being the good friend I am. Hell, good or bad advice, she’s the one who took it and went to the left with it. My name’s Gidgit.

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"Aaliyah" Pastel on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Aaliyah” Pastel on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

I’m the worst breaker-upper in the world. It’s so much better (and easier for me) when folk simply figure it out. I don’t like having a discussion that something is over ’cause it’s so much easier (for me) for the other person to come to that realization on their own. I figure if I’m good at figuring it out, the other person should be able to do the same.  Now, I know that’s not fair. It’s a coward’s way out and yeah, you can call me that when it comes to that sorta thing.

You may be saying to the computer screen, “Totsy, whoever in the world dumped you? You’re just so lovely and whatnot”. I do declare folks, I most certainly agree with you. I mean, why wouldn’t I? However, I’ve had opportunities at being the dumper and the dumpee. The latter end of that makes one feel like a bag of shit. It’s a rather natural and very uncomfortable feeling. I mean, shit is what you feel like initially but I guess a lotta folk get their turn at some point or another, unfortunately.

On another unfortunate side, I suppose folk can dump other folk at will. Whether there’s been vested time in love, friendship or familyship, folk get dumped.

I tend to slowly find my way outta the dumpster by staying busy. I mean, therapy could help me in more ways than one but then I’d have to talk about why I was dump-worthy and who really wants to have that discussion? I mean, at least I couldn’t back then. However, over the years, I’ve pretty much gotten my therapy via the Dr. Phil Show. I am so undump-worthy now, it’s not even funny. At least, I thought.

Now, I know you’re so saying to that computer screen right about now, “Totsy, what the hell’s going on down in that south? Should I break out my credit card and place an order on Flowers.com? I mean, what the fuck?”

It seems folks, I find myself in the dumpster right about now but not in the way we traditionally think about being dumped. Because I’ve been a bad breaker-upper, I suppose Karma has hunted me down and cornered my ass.

Bitch.

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I didn’t mean to go off and leave for so long. I hope you didn’t hold your breath waiting. Although it would? make me feel good if you at least attempted.

You see, I’ve been bombarded with little shit….Well, don’t start me to lying. I just needed a break….Okay, I’ll be thoroughly honest…I don’t have an excuse at all. I went skipping to the loo and all them kinda whatnots. I spent some time developing new ideas,?working on the re-design of my website?and well…watching Lifetime. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get into trouble but if I have to think about it this hard, I probably won’t be too good at it.

As for my latest and greatest adventures, I met this woman yesterday?who got the hell on my nerves. Have you ever been engaged in a meeting and folk keep tapping you on the shoulder for some whatnot or another?

Well, I was late getting to the meeting and The Woman figured I didn’t know what was going on. Well, of course I didn’t, being near 30 minutes late ’cause I couldn’t find the place on account?of?the address being even-numbered and on the odd side of the road and outta order but that’s not the direction I want to take you.

The Woman, during the remaining time I was there, took it upon herself to ensure I knew what was going on. EVERY. TEN. MINUTES. She got on my nerves so damn bad, I had to clamp my arm down hard against my side so I wouldn’t put her ass?in a headlock. It took me all of about two or three minutes to surmise what was happening but this woman, apparently, didn’t think my elevator went all the way up. And truth be told,?it doesn’t always but hell, I was thinking the same about her after she tapped me the third time.? (Rolling the hell outta my eyes)

Dear folks, how do you handle someone who pesters you as such? Should I take my sneakers and vaseline to deal with this woman next week?

Signed,

Don’t Start Nothin’, Won’t Be Nothin’

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Spring is near down here, folks. With that comes a lotta pollen. Then rain and those mean ass thunderstorms and tornadoes. I’m not looking forward to that but the warmer weather, I am. I never got to show you one of the few sandstorms I saw when I was in Saudi Arabia last year on account of it not showing up real strong on my camera. I’d prefer one of those any day compared to the tornadoes here.

If I knew you like that, I’d impose and invite myself to your house ’til this rash of tornadoes passed but you don’t know me like that either, which would make for real strange company. But I’ll tell you this. I was in the National Guard and after sleeping in the freezing cold woods back-to-back with my foxhole buddy, I could damn near sleep anywhere. Well, not anywhere, when I really ponder worse circumstances than that but you know what I mean. Not to say that you’re sleeping anywhere but like I said already, you know what I mean. Pretend you do anyway ’cause we gotta move on.

In the meantime, it’s still nippy some days down here and well, the weather’s pretty much what one talks about to fill dead air and while I very much appreciate you allowing me to waste your time, I won’t hound you with redundant talk about the weather anymore. I will, however, think Spring…

"Tree House" Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013. Totsymae.

“Tree House” Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013. Totsymae.

"A Little Music on the Side" Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“A Little Music on the Side” Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

"Red Bikini" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Red Bikini” Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

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Photoshop/Graphite Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae.

I don’t know about you but I’m confused about why it’s important to us that that Manti Te’o football player was catfished. I don’t wanna hear about it anymore. I want young folk to get a life and meet folk the old-fashioned way and stop fantasizing about folk they don’t know. I’m more apt to fall in love with my lamp or some other inanimate object around my house before I?fall deep?for somebody I never met.

How do you catch feelings that strong without knowing who you’re really dealing with? I don’t understand. But I don’t understand a lotta things, so nothing’s new there. I have a solution for folk who need to practice real life, however. Here goes:

Hold hands with yourself. If that’s not enough, pull your arms around your torso and give yourself a hug. Hug tight now. But I advise you to not look in the mirror or you’re gonna feel downright silly and loneliness gonna hit your ass like a hurricane.

Have a glass of wine and set a half-full glass across from you. Make sure it’s dark outside and the room’s lit with a coupla candles. That way, shadows are dancing on the walls and you’ll actually start to think somebody’s there with you. Now, if you’re scary as hell like me, forget the candles and take your ass to bed.

Perform a 30-day fast from all technology. This can be done quite easily. Buy a whole, raw chicken and strap it to your backside, front or some part of your skin. This will suppress your urge to text and Facebook. You’ll then cleanse your mind and realize that you need to unclick In a Relationship with that person you never met, unless you count that hug and hand-holding you gave to yourself.

And so very, very important. Practice greeting folk as you come across them each day. When you come upon them, invade their personal space by standing real close. Assume they need this physical contact as much as you do. If somebody’s not breathing on somebody’s neck, you’re not standing close enough. If they so happen to slap the shit outta you, that’s okay. You need all the human contact you can get.

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"Didn't Call or Show Up" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Didn’t Call or Show Up” Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

I don’t know too much about what’s going on politically nowadays. My head’s been buried in business, writing and painting. I’m delayed on getting my eBook out. My writing is going well in the critque group I joined. I have a portrait to complete, which I’ll post here tomorrow, so life is going. I’m not here to talk about me though. Well…yes, I am.

You see, only one month into the new year, I’ve had a coupla idiot moments already, which I’m so not proud of. I’ll only speak of one ’cause I don’t have energy for the other. Whatever am I talking about, you ask. Well, I’m so very humbly thankful for your concern and interest.

A coupla weeks ago, I was working in my studio and got this phone call that jarred me outta work mode. See, I’m the type of folk who mind my business like I’m supposed to. I don’t show up on folk doorstep and ring them up and transform myself into a drama queen to borrow money when I’ve never had a few good, longwinded conversations with them before. Neither have I ever asked them to borrow money and had the audacity to request they go make the payment I need the money for (Scratching my brain). Are you following me, folks?

Now, you don’t have to tell me it was an idiot move that I loaned the money. No, I didn’t go to whatever place of business to make the payment ’cause that would’ve made me an even bigger idiot. Bigger is not always better.

Well, the reason I forked out the dough was the woman nearly got to boohooing on me and she’s somebody’s mama. Mainly, my daughter’s best friend’s mama, who now don’t seem to be best friends anymore, which has nothing to do with the money, mind you.

Now, if I did borrow money from you, I’m not gonna tell you a payback date and not follow up when I can’t pay it back. Neither will I start sending you some jive ass text messages about being so thankful and close with “Blessed.” That ain’t blessed. That’s bullshit, okay? Folk need to know the difference. And while I’ve been bullshitted, which you may never have been in your life being as smart as you so naturally are, I just wanted you to know that I’d never show up at your doorstep to do sucha thing. Mainly, on account that I don’t know where you live no how and I don’t like borrowing.

I was thinking about stalking?that ass but the qualifications for a stalker entails a lotta nonsense energy and I don’t have it, which is why I blog, I guess.

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