Reclaiming my CHEEZ (series)

So I have been M.I.A. again, but this time for a good reason. I have been living!!! and well, sometimes when you're living, you just don't have time for anything else; especially when you ain't been living for soooooooooooooooooo long.


However, it's been hard because I have sooooooo much to talk about, which is why i am going to do this post in a series, with a lot of sidebars that don't have much to do with anything.


for instance, the other day i went to the welfare office, i mean the department of human services and four gunmen ran up in there. i mean for real dudes, who yah gonna rob in the welfare building. i mean we trying to get ours, translation, we poor, and what little we have, we need. but for real, these dudes ran up in the place chasing this dude they were trying to rob on the street for a chain. i'm like this is the '09, are we back to robbing peeps for their jewelry? i mean i know it's a recession but dang!! what's next, back to jacking starters and jordans?

but that's not the thing that really irked me, what irked me was how it was like a movie that had gone wrong... i mean it was almost straight comical as i replayed the events to my cuzzo and them. i mean how is it that gunmen can just prance into a GOVERNMENT building with guns out, yeah i said out, not hidden! i guess that would be because there are no metal detectors, which leads me to my next issue. how is it that a place where indigent people, people down on their fortune, frustrated people, desperate people, and at times volatile people come to seek help only to meet rude, nasty, ignorant, misinformed people/workers who somehow think the money that I(we) are seeking to receive is gonna come out of their pockets, accounts, check, or their baby's college fund doesn't have a metal detector and ARMED guards?

i mean there has been plenty of occasions that i wanted to bust someone upside their head in there just on GP. i mean just because i need assistance does not make me less than. i am sure that if Massah wasn't pimping me, i would be able to buy and sell you and your entire family, but since he wasn't paying me no where near my worth and the fact that MY CHILD has to eat, i am here doing what a good mother who has worked 3-5 jobs at a time since the age of 16 would do: GETTING MINE!

then there is the situation with the guards running...well it wasn't quite a run because their weight and lack of exercises slowed them down but it was much faster than a jog.... i mean i don't know if i am mad seeing how they only had a stick and handcuffs, but i mean at least pretend to be tough or something or know how to defend something besides the delivery boy dropping off your next meal. then what was the deal with the silent alarm that had flashing blue lights?

i mean if you gonna have lights, i want the whole shabang..i want a siren, i want the building to shake...i want everything...i mean if you gonna let the perps know you have given the bat signal to the po-pos, i mean really let them know, don't half do it.

i still don't quite understand the logic behind allowing people to still enter the building or the fact that we were told that if you go out it's on you, i can't tell you to stay but if you go out it's on you. what in the hamsammich!!!!!! um, i don't think that was ranked in the top ten responses you give potential hostages.


i have to say i was impressed with the new recruits who responded. they seemed so, um, how do you say it? what's the word i am looking for? oh, yeah...NEW!!!! i was waiting for someone to pull out their pockethandbook.

needless to say, i felt that i would be safer leaving the building, especially seeing that i was on a time schedule. i needed to get MY CHILD enrolled in the park summer school at a discounted rate cuz mama cash flow is at a trickle. well, i am glad that i left when i did because i got to see some special type of po-pos perform.. still haven't been able to find out who these fools belong to, but they were a sight to see. from their flying through traffic with their special sirens, cutting people off....their high speed maneuvering...made me think that a movie was being filmed... i hurried up to see if they were going to jump out of their cars and roll on the ground with their guns out...but i was like them, too slow and missed their car exit. but i am sure had they arrived some 25 minutes earlier when the events took place, all of their theatricals would have been worth it... ...maybe.


the best part about this situation was: it didn't even make the news. makes you wonder, was it because it wasn't newsworthy? was it because nobody got shot? or was it because the last thing the government wanted to masses to know was that they weren't even safe trying to collect benefits?

some things we will never know. i guess that's life. and i guess that is sorta why i decided to find time to get back in the swing of things with my blogging.. cuz life happens, it happens to all of us. for some it comes at us full force and hits us right smack dab in the face...for others, it is like a sightseeing tourmobile, it's a pleasant journey, allowing us to get out at designated locations to enjoy the scenic overlooks. for others, it's like a rollercoaster ride, with some highs and some lows.

yeah, life happens and if we aren't careful, we may miss out on the lesson that life is a ride that we can truly enjoy once we recognize who belongs in the driver seat.