Q&A (and brownies) with J.J. Murray discussion
The Nitty Gritty of Writing
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Hilarious story J.J.! People are trifling. Because people are so trifling these days, your story isn’t so hard to believe.Just living in NY, and riding the subway daily, allows me to witness unbelievable things regularly. I’ll just share the most recent:
One Friday afternoon, a couple of weeks ago, my friend and I were headed uptown on the 1 train to Harlem from W. 14th St. It was a little after three and the train was packed. At the W. 42nd St. stop, a man got on the train with two young, very attractive girls. They were talking loudly and were clearly drunk. The young guy got a seat and pulled one of his two lady friends onto his lap. She sat. They started making out. The other girl yelled, “hey no fair!” so he made room for her on the other leg. Then the guy started kissing the second girl. The first girl yelled, “Lala, you can only kiss on my man today ‘cause it’s his birthday!” The girls giggled then kissed each other. Suddenly, we had the makings of a “Cinemax After Dark” movie right there on the train.
In shock, everyone watched this little group go NC-17 on us. Kids, grannies, mommas, uncles, pets, it didn’t matter to them. They were pawing all over each other.
An older lady was sitting near them with two small children. She called out to them, “hey now! Y’all need to stop that carrying on! I got my grandchildren on this train. That kinda thang need to be done in private!” She turned to another lady. “And look at them girls! These young girls ain’t got no class these days!”
One of the two girls turned to her friends and said, “I know this MF b**** ain’t say I ain’t got class!” She gets up off the guy’s leg and began screaming and cursing at the older lady. “You wish you got it like me, b****!” she yelled.
Grandma jumped up and yelled back, “Got it like you? You mean on a MF train, sharing a broke-a** man with another hoochie, letting your business hang out? At least my husband woulda sprang for a room, b****!
All this in front of the kids she was trying to shield from inappropriate behavior.
Long story short, the girls were arguing with grandma, the lady grandma had spoken to jumped in on grandma’s side. Before you know it, grandma slapped one of the young girls who jumped in her face. They started thumpin’.
When an older man tried to break it up, the young man jumped on him. Another two women got into it because one spilled her iced coffee on the other during the chaos. During the fight, one of the girls fell into another woman’s stroller, almost knocking it over. That woman jumped into the action, leaving her own toddler and the infant in the stroller unattended. An all-out brawl took place.
Thankfully, my friend and I were standing on the opposite end of the train. They finally detained the train on W. 110th Street. Cops came in, got statements, and checked the IDs of those involved. It turned out the guy was 19. The two girls stated they didn’t have IDs, but admitted they were 16 and 17. Those teens had caused all of that mess in a crowded train on a random Friday afternoon. After the train was held up for almost forty minutes, several people were pulled off the train by the cops.
Grandma, of course, fussed the loudest and had to be ‘cuffed…in front of the grandkids she was trying to shield from inappropriate behavior.
Sorry about the coarse language, but that was the “sanitized” version.
Unbelievable? I thought so at first, but whenever my friend or I told someone this story, they didn’t even bat an eyelash. I wouldn’t write about it because people are so used to trifling folks and their drama by now. It's kind of a let down when something crazy happens and people just shrug and say, "hey that's nothing. Let me tell you what I saw the other day...
Nowadays, the unbelievable situations are becoming normal, everyday situations. What do y'all think?
Wow! Just wow. I hate public scenes like nobody's business. I can't believe the grandmotherly lady got into a knock down with that girl.
J.J.your story will be believable because we all know irresponsible mothers. It is a sad ugly truth.Vacirca your story is equally believable because I too live in NYC and see all kinds of crazy on the train. GMA didn't say she didn't curse, she said her husband wasn't a broke ass man and would have got her a room.
I thought the most unbelievable part of this was the fact that the mother who had the baby in the stroller actually left her two kids to fight. Instead of grabbing her kids and moving to the other side of the train, she gets herself involved in the drama. She should have been moving away as soon as it all broke out. That scared me the most.
That's pretty darn sad, Vacirca.
The truth is that sense left that situatuion long ago. Some people don't think about the consequences of their actions. It is also sad.
I think it's that, but people don't respect themselves enough to conduct themselves respectfully.
I agree with you all. It's sad to say that traits like class, character, and integrity,are more and more becoming things of the past. In fact, people look at you strangely or with suspicion if you display these qualities.I have little to no tolerance for triffling behavior. My contribution to this discussion is on a much smaller scale and a bit on the personal side.
It involves two different triffling people who don't value things that don't belong to them. As a result, they don't care if they mess up or completely break it.
The first involves a 'friend' of mine. Mind you, this was my first lesson on truly triffling behavior.
'Friend' housesat for me over the course of a weekend as a favor. The night I got back into town I went to log onto my laptop and couldn't. The screen was black and wouldn't lighten up. I quickly realized that homegirl must have known this had happened. She wasn't going to say anything to me about it unless I brought it up first. Like I would just shrug it off. Uh huh, right. When I asked her what happened, girlfriend swore up and down she only used my computer for like 15 minutes before the screen went black. Mind you, this is a woman who leaves her own computer on 24/7 365 so she can keep up with her compulsive online habits. When I asked her why she didn't say something to me when I got to the house, she claimed it slipped her mind. BULL! There is no way you can jack up a piece of technology in someone else's house and it just 'slips your mind.'
She never apologized, only gave excuses, and never offered a single penny toward helping to get the thing fixed. To this day, I never let her near anything of mine if I'm not there.
The second instance occurred later, when I allowed a friend from church and her son to rent the downstairs part of my house. They're still there by the way. Things are better now, after much drama and sit down talks with one of the pastors...but I digress.
The first time 'Ms. Boarder' wrote me a check that ultimately bounced, she *embarrassingly* claimed that a bill must have come through she'd forgotten about. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that things were as she said and gave her time to remedy the situation. She did and paid back all fines the bank had charged me. Things should have been all good after that, right? Wrong. Two months later, she gave me a check for the rent. My little inside voice told me to take the check to her bank to cash, which I did the very next day. So what happens? You guessed it! The teller informed me there were insufficient funds to cover the check. To say I was livid is an understatement. I contacted 'Ms Boarder' immediately and told her in a calm voice what happened. Do you know what she had the nerve to say? and I quote, "I was just wondering, why you didn't just deposit the check into your account?"
Oh Lawd! Ya'll know I wanted to snatch her bald, right? She had the audacity to basically ask me why I didn't trust that she was writing me a good check. When in fact, she had knowingly written a check to me she already knew wasn't worth spit.
I promise it took every single prayer I knew to keep from throwing them both out on their rears! Crazy thing is, she knew if she'd just been honest about not having the money, I would have worked with her. She KNEW that and still chose to be triffling cause she 'just didn't want to talk about it'. Needless to say, she can never EVER write me another check again.
Those are two of the most triffling and fairly recent incidents I can think of off the top of my head.
Nowadays I'm much more mindful of who I trust, what I share, and what I allow.
Naomi, you ain't said nothing but a word! That is truly trifling...and she's a woman from your church? Not to get all preachy, but you should point her to Proverbs 19:1(NLT) "Better to be poor and honest than to be dishonest and a fool!"Church folk or not, people have truly lost their minds, expecting something for nothing, and having the nerve to get indignant when you tell them that it's not going to happen that way. Your friend was very rude to you for not fessing up about your pc. She could have at least apologized and made some kind of arrangement regarding your pc. Your tenant...well, she's lucky you're so understanding. There used to be a time when people within a community automatically helped each other out. Now, because of these trifling folks everywhere, it's getting harder and harder to help people out. One would hope that you could at least trust someone you met in your own church, but clearly, that's not the case anymore. Unfortunately, some people won't get it until it happens to them...
Vacirca wrote: "Naomi, you ain't said nothing but a word! That is truly trifling...and she's a woman from your church? Not to get all preachy, but you should point her to Proverbs 19:1(NLT) "Better to be poor an..."Okay, right! And then, when it happens to them, everybody and their daddy is going to hear about how they were 'wronged', completely setting aside what they've done to others.
SIGH...you have no idea how many times I've been tested when it comes to 'Ms. Boarder' and her son. Even the pastor we met with had trouble remaining neutral when I began to lay out all of the mess that went down up to that point.
Mind you, this man is the most even keal of our five pastors. He never is known to take sides.
Her only real complaint to him about me was, "I just feel like the friendship is strained, if not gone altogether and it is very stressfull. I deal with enough stress at work."
If things weren't so serious, I would have laughed at the incredulous look he gave her before making his face straight again.
I personally, couldn't fathom how she could even twist her lips to wonder if we still had a friendship. I won't go into all of the mess that's happened over the past year...too exhausting. But, like I said, stuff is much better now, partially b/c I started praying a LOT more and then began laying down more boundaries. Lastly, I had to stop being 'too nice' when it came to house business.
It's hard as heck to deal with triflin' people.
Naomi wrote: "stuff is much better now, partially b/c I started praying a LOT more and then began laying down more boundaries..."Sometimes, prayer is the best first step one can take when dealing with trifling people...laying down the boundaries is the second best step. Honestly, I wasn't always a woman of faith and have done some trifling mess I regret too, especially when I was younger. Thank God I had people to both pray for me and lay down some boundaries. Between God and people laying the smackdown on me, who knows? I might have been like the people we're writing about in this discussion...
And mind you, if I wrote about some of the things I have done--considering how far I've come--no one would believe many of those stories. LOL. Who knows? Maybe I will write them one day...it sure is stranger than fiction...even Christian Fiction (the genre I hope to break into) which is allowed to push the envelope when it comes to miracles.
But yeah, like I said, trifling people stay trifling until trifling comes knocking on their own door.
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Trifling woman and sister, who drove 300+ miles to watch their son/nephew play in a national basketball tournament, did not attend his second game because the game tickets "cost too *#@! much."
Same two went out for cigarettes and ice cream, hit the liquor store instead. "How'd they do?" they asked after the game.
No one answered them. And the boy had had a great game.
Shame.
I wonder if we went off topic a bit. Instead of discussing whether real irresponsible people can believable in a story. We keep commenting on the sick sad world and its inhabitants. Thinking about this situation made me realize how much I hate writing about people I don't like. I don't see the the benefit of public sex and fighting with an old lady. I don't want to embarass my kid or younger relatives with immature behavior. I have never broken or stolen anything from a friend I wasn't sorry about or tried to repay them.
As characters, I personally would hate them and sometimes readers will want a cause. Meaning this person is bad but this is what made them that way. We don't get that bio when we see them in real life. In a book I would want to see some justice or other comeuppance for these "people" because it does not happen fast enough in the real world.
J.J. wrote: "An update:Trifling woman and sister, who drove 300+ miles to watch their son/nephew play in a national basketball tournament, did not attend his second game because the game tickets "cost too *#@..."
You have got to be kidding. Not that I think you are but my mind just didn't want to process that particular bit of mess as actually having happened. Sounds like your 'mother of the year' candidate and her sister were just looking for a vacation where they could travel and dump the son once they got there. I bet they'll be the main ones skinnin' and grinnin' up in the cameras if he gets signed by the NBA in a few years.
Pathetic!
Jo wrote: "I wonder if we went off topic a bit. Instead of discussing whether real irresponsible people can believable in a story. We keep commenting on the sick sad world and its inhabitants. Thinking about ..."I agree Jo. I think that sometimes in books, when it's time for the disreputable characters to get their comeuppance, it's often not as harsh as it should be...at least not to me.
I've read characters that I can't stand and can't wait until they get theirs only to be left with a 'that's it?!' type of feeling. Hmmm I think that's one of my telling characteristics...and not in a good way. lol Oh well, tell the truth and shame the devil my Mama always says.
JJ. You. Can't. Be. Serious. Wait, are these the same two women from your first post or two MORE trifling women? Now I am starting to understand what you mean about things being too hard to believe...no way so many women are cutting the fool like that! Can't be.
Now I have seen trifling, "hood," "common," low-budget "women" show their behinds before, but come on!
Jo,
I guess when I have witnessed a strange event, especially one I am "telling" a story about, my automatic response is to analyze the people involved based on what I'm seeing... Even though it is happening in real life, they become potential "characters" for later use. Sometimes I develop a whole saga for people I come across--like the two girls on the train. Am I the only one who does this? Since I don't have a "backstory" on these "trifling" people, it's easy to turn them into anyone I want in my head. Whether the story is believable or not is a matter of opinion, I guess.
I definitely agree that the people we've mentioned would surely be characters readers would love to hate.
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These two, um, "parents," are paying an assistant coach to watch their kids (one player, 5-year-old, 15-year-old) $20 ... for the whole week.
No one, including the coach, expects them to pay.
Since they left for wherever this morning, no one has seen them--or heard them. The player's mother sounds just like Fran Driescher (spelling) from The Nanny, so we don't miss her mouth that much.
JJ,Okay, that's where I draw the line! Now it's getting hard to believe. No way.
I don't know what's more unbelievable: that they would offer the $20 to the coach or that the coach would agree to it.
JJ,These 'rats are bold as heck!!! They are out of control. Of course, they were out of control from day one. Something's got to give. How long are you all going to be there, again?
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More info: The 15-year-old is autistic, the 5-year-old is ADHD. Can you say "free daycare while mommy gets her drunk on?"
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Oh man that's the worst!! Two more days of triflin' YIKES! All of ya'll are being tested right now, that's for sure. Those women better hope nobody goes slap off and tells them to stop their drinking and watch their own ding dang kids.
You know kids aren't kids anymore...they're Paul Bunyun and Beyonce by aged 10...must be all the fruit-snacks instead of fruit and beef jerky instead of beef their mamas are feeding them. Don't lose hope. One of your "Spud Webb"s or "Nate Robinsons" may smash one of those "Shaqs"LOL to Naomi..."rats" ROTF
JJ,
You were right in the first post...IF this is really happening, they should be arrested. Tell them Thelma and Louis died in the movie, so there cannot be a sequel, ok?
See I work in mental health...I can arrange a mobile crisis team to pick up and evaluate those women at the nearest psychiatric ER...did the "heffas" at least remember to bring the little one's meds? I don't know whether to laugh or send up a prayer for those kids.
Question:And how did you all find out about these kids' diagnoses? Five and already diagnosed?
Remember when they revealed that they started injecting our food with steroids? Before they engaged in that foolishness they didn't stop to think that steroids don't just go away. The same 'roids that helped 'Church's' to sell anormally large chicken pieces, are the same 'roids that got into our kids' dna when we were carrying them and then reinforced every time the kids ate out. I'm with Vacirca though. I'm rooting for your lil spud webbs. :-)
I know this is not always the case. And forgive me if this comes across as insensitive. However, I personally believe that for SOME, not all, but some of those kids diagnosed with ADHD, ridlin (sp?) was prescribed in lew of the occasional solid butt whoopin. My opinion.
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No wonder children aren't as curious about the world anymore. They're too doped up to function.
More intrigue:
Still no sign of "them," but their babysitter coach is passed out drunk in the bathroom (after spewing all over his bed, which I had the joy of cleaning up). Doing laundry at 11:25 PM. Nice. The kicker:
His last coherent words: "I need X (name of one of "them") so I can get some p****."
OH WOW!...Just WOoooooooooooow. Stick a fork in me cause I. AM. DONE.
New commercial...Driving 300+ miles to watch child play basketball. = $150.00
Watching kids actually play = $0
Making day long liquor runs = $85.00
Dumping kids off on coach for a week = $20.00
Getting booty called as further payment by 'as yet unpaid' drunken coach...PRICELESS
JJ Wrote: "More intrigue:Still no sign of "them," but their babysitter coach is passed out drunk in the bathroom (after spewing all over his bed..."
Naw, man, you're writing this as you go along...you have to be! LOLOLOLOLOL Naw, man.
Comment about ritalin and ADHD diagnoses... yes, kids are being raised by kids themselves and often mirror behaviors they see at home and when they bring that to the schools...to us, Clinical Social Workers, or the MDs, the first thing they say is ADD or the new thing: Oppositional Defiant Disorder which you'll be hearing more and more...how can you expect a child NOT to be nervous or angry when they hear their parents scream four letter words more than their names (and I don't mean "l-o-v-e" either)?
but JJ and Naomi are right, I have never met a tantrum a butt whippin' couldn't cure.
Anyway, I definitely think JJs weekend has the making of a good screenplay, cause this is a straight-up movie. Maybe Tyler Perry should direct "Madea's AAU Weekend" just so we can watch her go upside these people's heads.
Side note: how are you all writing in Bold and Italics on this site?
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"Them" are back (it's 1 AM) and subdued, almost normal. Spooky, really. They must have had some good, um, "refreshments."
The coach is passed out, his chin resting on a plastic kitchen garbage can off the foot of his bed, drool pool below, his feet splayed behind him. (Yes, we took pictures).
I have checked him several times to see if he's breathing. He is. His sheets are clean (pre-treating works!), but the comforter? I'm glad it's colorful. Maybe the owners of this duplex won't notice. :)
Without eating any dinner, he drank Patron (spelling?) and cranberry juice with some other coaches.
At least he won't have a bladder infection.
(sorry--it's hard being one of three sober adults in a house full of boys at 1:12 AM on a Wednesday night)
LOL Patron huh? Now I understand. Shoot, Patron ain't no joke. My old neighbors in Harlem used to end up in Central Booking after hitting that Patron. I swear this is so hilarious. Especially when JJ wrote the words "MORE INTRIGUE" before giving the last installment? I nearly fell out my chair.
Anyway, I don't know how you, your wife, your roomies, or the kids put up with all that foolishness. It would have taken a lot to keep the "old" Vacirca in check from the moment they asked me to babysit-- it would have been a wrap. It's ridiculous. You guys are there for the kids and for vacation. I am the type to help people out but they just imposed on y'all...and didn't even seem slightly embarrassed at all.
Two words: NO CLASS.
I hope you do write this out, JJ...this is so funny. Only put Naomi in there too. That way she can tell them to "to stop their drinking and watch their own ding dang kids!" Ding Dang Kids? That's the new term for 2010! *ROTF
J.J. wrote: "It is so true that it's painful."Them" are back (it's 1 AM) and subdued, almost normal. Spooky, really. They must have had some good, um, "refreshments."
The coach is passed out, his chin restin..."
Should that guy still be a coach? Why is everyone acting crazy at the beach? Well almost everyone.
Eugenia, LOL...Urgent CareJ.J.,
Just curious. What were you doing while these events were taking place, I mean besides the coach's laundry and providing such a hilarious account to us? Did you just observe, or make jokes...leave the room? Tell them off?
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The offending coach today has been quiet, humble, and contrite. He even cleaned up the mess in the bathroom with bleach.
In other news ... last night was prank night (markers on bodies, painted toenails, water fun). Those boys slept so hard--and no one brought nail polish remover. Good thing socks were invented.
LOL Good thing you guys were there to help. At least the coach got himself together. Hope the trifling twins give y'all a night of rest. Did your team win?
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We'll be at the beach by 2, packing by 7, cleaning all night ... I only expect us to play one game and be done for the year.
I need to get back to work so I can get some rest ...
Oh man. I just checked out ya'll's latest to bring myself up to speed. All I can say is that this entire situation is soo write worthy. You know in the movies when a dying character clutches his friend's shirt front and gasps, "Tell the world my story?" Yeah JJ, your inner writer man is gasping those words just begging to be heard. I think you need to take that one to heart. You'll have readers talking back to the book just like we were with each installment, yelling 'Oh HE** NAW!!' every few minutes. Think about it, for real.
I agree...it was so funny that even though I was out...I kept checking and posting from my phone. I couldn't wait to find out what else happened. I can only imagine what WASN'T posted...all the stuff in between that got eclipsed by the coach's Patron and X fest.
Vacirca wrote: "I hope you do write this out, JJ...this is so funny. Only put Naomi in there too. That way she can tell them to "to stop their drinking and watch their own ding dang kids!" Ding Dang Kids? Th..."
LOL! Glad you liked it!
This is an unbelievable story that I wouldn't want to write about it a million years, but I figured I might as well get it out of my head. I have to tell you all that this one is a long story and it ain’t funny at all...My 67-y.o. mother has been taking in foster children, since retiring from nursing several years ago. In the past years, my mom has cared for scores of children and has loved them all…well most of them LOL.
Currently, my mom has a little girl named Fayhanna, aged 7. She has been with my family for two years. Her brothers—now ages 11 and 14-- were also with my family for about a year, but had to be removed last summer and placed into Residential Care Center. They were becoming violent and their behavior was putting the other children in mom’s care at risk. Faye’s older brothers were removed when they got together and beat up on another boy while he was sleeping to get back at him for winning a video game.
Their mother claims to be part of the Nation of Islam. As a “Muslim,” God help her, she has seven children by seven fathers (the younger three are in foster care since the older ones have either run away or aged out). She is a severe gambling addict, and also addicted to drugs and alcohol. Because of this, her three youngest children have been in eight foster homes in three years.
In all fairness, Fayhanna’s mom did win back custody of her children in 2008, but promptly lost them again. Why? Because she took these three children to a casino, left them in the parking lot for several hours, unattended, until a security guard noticed and called the police. When they found this lady, she was drunk and playing the slots.
That’s when these kids were placed with my mother. In the past two years, these kids have barely seen their mother due to her refusal to comply with mandated programs for treatment. She just recently completed a rehab program when the state threatened to terminate her parental rights and place the kids for adoption.
Fayhanna, who has not seen her mom for a very long time, recently had a supervised visit with her. During their conversation, Faye’s mom asked her what she has been eating and Faye answered, “I eat Mama Vaughn’s cooking and it’s real good!”
That caused Faye’s mother to raise cain.
There was a court hearing was scheduled right after. During this hearing, Fayhanna’s mother told the judge that she felt that her rights as a “Muslim” had been infringed upon because her children had not been placed in a Muslim household. She also told the judge that my mother was deliberately infringing upon her daughter’s rights by not feeding her Halal food.
The judge asked my mother about the Halal food. My mother, who was startled, explained that she is a Christian and does not know anything about Halal food. My mom also explained that the Social Workers had failed to inform her of this requirement and if she had known, she would have tried her best to honor Fayhanna’s dietary needs. Mom told the judge that she cooks Haitian food…because she is Haitian.
The Social Workers also spoke up. They explained to the judge that the four children had been hard to place because there had not been any Muslim families available…and that my mother was the only foster parent willing to take all four children, in spite of having others in her home. It had been the state’s priority to keep the siblings together in one household, regardless of religious background. They also informed the judge that my mother was the only one still visiting Fayhanna’s brothers at the RCC on “Family Day,” often bringing them food and presents since their own mother had failed to make any visits with them and they do not have anyone else.
The judge ignored this information and a huge discussion about the Halal food took place. My mother—a headstrong, feisty woman—lowered her pride and offered to learn how to make the food. The judge snapped that it was too late. In short, the judge ruled that my mother had infringed upon both Fayhanna, and her mother’s, civil rights.
He ruled that Fayhanna has to be removed from my mother’s care as soon as possible.
Since being with our family, Fayhanna has flourished from the love, structure, and discipline she receives. When she came to my mother, at five, she was developmentally delayed and was barely speaking or functioning at the proper age level. She was aggressive and antisocial. Now, Fayhanna has friends, her own room, is enrolled in several activities such as dance and swim lessons, and is the happiest little girl. She even made student of the month twice this year. She loves to read and write and perform her little poems—as her big “sister” Vee does. We practice spoken word together. She likes to watch me practice my poems, then she'll get on the "stage" (my bed), grab a hair brush, and practice her poems too. LOL
We love that little girl, along with the other children my mom currently cares for. Five months ago, my mom—who has never smoked a day in her life—was diagnosed with early-stage emphysema. When the Social Workers were informed of this, they were going to remove the children. We loved them so much that I left my life and moved back home with my mother for crying out loud just to help my mom care for these kids so they could remain. I’ve even considered getting licensed as a foster parent just in case…
It is our goal to keep Fayhanna (along with the two other children my mom has) until they can either return to their own parents or age out of the system. All of these children have been in more foster homes than their number of years on this earth. We don’t want this cycle to continue with these little kids. It would take eight more posts to tell you about the other two little boys’ we have.
And now Faye may be leaving due to Halal food.
All of this has been caused by a “Muslim” woman, who does not live the Muslim lifestyle, who has placed gambling, alcohol, and drugs over her own children—even sacrificing visits with her children due to her refusal to receive help until she was finally threatened.
This from a “Muslim” woman who wore “poom-poom” shorts and a halter top to court—with her head uncovered, mind you.
This from a “Muslim” woman who, upon leaving the court house, promptly purchased a hot dog from a vendor outside. My mom saw this and approached. Mom asked Faye’s mother if she was concerned about the Muslim diet, why she was eating a hot dog made with pork. Faye’s mother shrugged and said right in front of the Social Workers, “I don’t care about that, I’m hungry.” My mother asked why she made such a fuss about Halal food and the lady shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I guess you ain’t gonna be ‘Mama Vaughn’ no more though.”
It took everything within to keep my mom from turning that woman into Halal food! Apparently, this woman is prepared to put her daughter through more drama out of spite.
And the system is prepared to uproot this child over Halal food.
If she is taken, we will never see Faye again...over Halal food that the mother doesn't eat herself.
How is that for unbelievable?
That poor poor child!! See? Now that's the kind of stuff that makes you wanna do a person serious bodily damage. There is so much in what you wrote that all I could say after I read it was, daaaaaaang!
First off, that female is not a mother and doesn't deserve the title. She's a walking incubator who needs to be held down and sterilized then have her parental rights snatched for a minimum of 5 years. At the same time, she needs forced help and serious prayer cause she's got demons riding her like no tomorrow...and she's welcoming them.
She has to be the most selfish individual I have heard of in a long long time.
For the sake of that child, I hope the judge's decision is appealed in light of the mother's own words and actions.
I agree Naomi.Sorry about the long post, but wasn't that unbelievable? The decision...the very topic coming up in court upset me and I wanted to share it as an unbelievable story but that's as far as it goes.
Because I pray. And then I pray...then I really pray. LOL. Then I call my friends and they really start to pray.
I was upset but not worried. Betcha she doesn't go an-y-where. If she does, it's for a purpose...but I feel she'll be here awhile. She told me that she loves her mom and would like to be with her, because children always do love their parents no matter what. She also said if she can't be with her mama, she wants to be with us. Second choice never felt so good :-)
Sadly, it's not as unbelivable as it should be. I could be way out in left field on this one but this is what I think:Perhaps, due to her own actions, the incubator feels all she has in life is her children's love. Then hearing her own daughter call your Mom 'Mama Vaughn' made her think she was in danger of losing even that. Sounds like she was willing to do just about anything to keep that from happening. That could have been her reasoning behind doing what she did. It doesn't take away from how incredibly selfish her actions were though.
BTW, Don't you worry about the long post. That's something that you needed to get out, and it's something that needed to be prayed on!
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The two sisters got into a fight at a local drugstore in Myrtle Beach. One left the other at the drugstore, the police came to OUR place, the one sister was not supposed to cross state lines and get into trouble, there were statements made to police ... Nice.
And then ...
On their way out the day before the rest of us left (so they wouldn't have to help us clean up the mess, of course), one sister told our team mother: "Y'all didn't involve us in much this week. Is it because we're white?"
Our team mother blinked a lot and said nothing. What could she say or do that didn't involve cursing or doing some serious bodily harm?
Naomi: just saw your postLOL ..Incubator.
I agree. I am calm...calmer about it.
Except:
I walked past a street vendor yesterday...who sells Halal food. I am ashamed to say that all I wanted to do is kick his cart over and stomp on it...kick the shish kebabs all up and down Sixth Avenue. Can you believe that? The nerve of me, right? It isn't his fault. So yes, I will be at the altar for the next few weeks
LOL.
Oh Snap!Sorry didn't see your post JJ. So you mean these women you've been writing about are FUGITIVES?
I am on vacation for the first time in many years in Myrtle Beach, SC. We're here for the 11U AAU national championships, and I hope our team wins at least one game. We're scrappy, but we're short.
28 people are inhabiting this "house" (6 bedrooms) by the sea. The young folks are acting their age pranking, eating, playing games, not sleeping, running amok--the usual--while the older folks mind them and try to relax.
Most of the older folks, that is.
Two mothers, who did not participate in any fundraisers, who barely attended any games, who were nearly arrested at the one game they attended for cursing and picking fights with opposing fans, who believe tattoos should be displayed for astronauts to see, who parade around in skimpy bikinis crying out for much smaller women, who curse their children loudly in public and think it's okay to "raise them any *! way I want to, yo," who are as common (in the worst sense of that word) as anyone I've ever met, have left the premises (and their children) to "meet a friend" somewhere in Myrtle Beach, most likely to get their drink and party on.
Unbelievable? Maybe. There are trifling people like this in the world.
However, these two (and a boyfriend--don't ask me whose) had the nerve and irresponsibility to ask my wife: "Would you mind watching our kids (ages 5 and 15) until we get back? Thanks."
And then they left.
That was nearly four hours ago.
They drive their kids (who aren't even on the team) 300+ miles to a strange place then dump them on perfect strangers so they can go get trashed.
Their children, who are surprisingly respectful and friendly, are having an excellent time, and we're all keeping an eye on them. We aren't trifling people. However, none of us drove 300+ miles to babysit.
A part of me wants these two mothers to be arrested ... Bad JJ. Shame on you for thinking that ...
Let's say I write this out exactly as it happened and could continue to happen (we're here through next Saturday). Would anyone believe it?
What real-life, interesting, somewhat unbelievable situations have you witnessed/lived through/survived ... that you wouldn't write about in a million years?