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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Friday, October 17, 2008
Ok, maybe I took it a bit too literal... Chilled type day...listening to CD's (Laura Love rocks & YOU should listen to her)...left to pick up girl early cos I had something I had to do - swing at the park! I love to swing. I need to find a park that has really tall swings though. The one's around my way are kinda short so you can't get as high as I'd like. I jumped off of my swing twice - oh such fun for me. I've been accused of bein' a kid before. Last jump and I walk briskly across the field to wait under a tree. It's windy and while everyone I come across comments on the lovely weather, I can't help but feel the cold coming and I can't stand it. Being under the tree, I feel the shade invade my body and bring a chill that tries to creep into my bones...NO! You can't come in here, this is my only sanctuary! I need warmth, so I walk into the sun to be noticed by the crossing guard who's just arrived. I walk over to wait for my girl and we chit-chat. Eyes from cars, slow drive-bys, tapping of the horns, couple guys tryin' to holla - *yawn* - I've still not figured out if a smart-assed smirk or just no expression at all would be appropriate. I see no point in a smile at all; it'll be taken wrong and as if I'm getting an ego-boost from it. Put a paper bag over my head already! As my daughter is crossing the street, the crossing guard says, "You spit her right out A~." Of course, this is NOT the first time anybody has told me this however I decided to play, "Umm, a little more effort was required than just spit her out." He didn't quite know what to say. He stood and repeated what he said and I stated, "I can tell you from being there, I had to do quite a bit more work than spit to have her." Then he realised I was joking. Then he realized that the joke was for him and then on him. We both had a laugh and he told me that I should go home. heehee "Yes sir," I grinned as I turned on my heel and walked up the walkway. I could hear him still laughing... holla@me
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