Posts Tagged black
Lady in Black
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Me, Myself, and I on Friday, January 8, 2010
I have for years been terrified of getting involved with a woman that my father has had relations with in the past. In fact, I have asked women in the past if they knew of my father. He’s a great man and all, but…ahem…to say he’s a ladies man would be putting it lightly. 
Last night, I was at a wake for my grandaunt. She was a great lady and will be missed by me and the rest of the family. But, we know that she’s in a better place. While at the reception of sorts last eve, a gorgeous dark-haired woman walked into the vestibule. She was wearing a netted at the top black blouse, a short black skirt, black stockings, and black knee high boots.
I was standing with two Uncle’s and a cousin discussing something that I could have cared less about. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the woman. She stood in the doorway and stared back at me for what must have been ten minutes. I turned away and started a conversation with another cousin, not wanting to be obvious or weird. She walked to where I was, looked me up and down, but never uttered a word.
She walked over to my grandmother and talked to her for a few minutes. Her dark eyes and black dress stood out from the crowd and she knew it. I didn’t figure it right to introduce myself and flirt at a wake, so when she left, I started asking around trying to get a grasp on who she was. She could’ve been the devil for all I knew.
Later on last night, I discovered who she was but that was just the beginning of the story. Have you ever seen someone from across a room and knew that there was something there and that you had to speak to that person and find out more about them? It has happened to me on a few occasions, last night being one of them.
The internment was this afternoon, so I was hoping to catch up with her today. She didn’t show up but I figured I’d find out more from my cousin who she knew.
After the service, I called my father and told him about the lady in black. I described her perfectly. He paused for a minute and started telling me that he knew her. To make an x-rated story short, he told me that he used to know her very well. My pops has since straightened his life out and is living the way he should.
Uncle Elathon stopped by my house earlier. He laughed when I told him the story, and said, “It’d be your luck to fall in love with a woman with a son or daughter and to find out that the kid would be your brother or sister”.
I laughed, and said, “My greatest fear is to fall in love with a woman and find out that she’s my half sister or something”!
Almost spilling his coffee with laughter, he asked, “Is that why you go to Ireland so you don’t have your father to compete with?”.
“Shut up and drink yer coffee auld fella.”
I don’t go to Ireland or anywhere else looking for women. The usually find me. 
Khaboom!
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Pictures on Wednesday, September 10, 2008
If you are reading this, then the world must still exist. Those whacky scientist and physicists at CERN are supposed to fire up the LHC at 08:30 GMT on the 10th of September, 2008. If all goes to plan, they’ll find the “God” particle. If it doesn’t go to plan, we are liable to be sucked into a black hole created by the LHC or it could pierce a hole in the Van Allen belt.
Maybe it’ll have a massive hiccup, and they will have to work on it for another twenty years. I understand their desire to discern the unknown. But, they are messing around with things that could have adverse affects on humanity as a whole. I’m not going to hold my breath. In fact, I’m going to catch some zzz’s, and hope I wake up tomorrow.
Peace!
What gets your goat?
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Pictures on Friday, July 25, 2008
That K8 the Gr8 tagged me for a meme last week. I am just now getting around to it (sorry). I love this one, since there are plenty of things that get my goat!
The Rules
1. List two things that irritate you for a reason (and list the reason!), and two things that irritate you for no apparent reason whatsoever!!
2. Give credit to the person who tagged you.
3. Link your answers to the original blog.
4. Tag four new people to participate.
Two things that irritate the living hell out of me for a good reason:
The “N” Word:
There is a big hoopla going in the states over the “N” word, and who, or better yet, what race can use it. There are different pronunciations and spellings of the word throughout the world. Of course, like most other words in English, Spanish, French, and Italian languages, it all goes back to the Latin word. It is a derogatory term used mostly by African Americans today. Any Caucasian man caught using it would surely be hung up, drawn, and quartered. I have never used it out of respect. In the US of A, we have a double standard on everything. Slavery is a thing of the past. Let dead dogs lie. Oh wait that wouldn’t be profitable for black leaders that thrive on controversy. Every civilisation has been enslaved at some point in history. I give everyone, regardless of colour or nationality, the same amount of respect! Do I feel guilty for what my ancestors might or might not have done? Hell no! How about reparations? You can kiss my white arse, if you think you’d get a pence out of this boy! Grow Up!
Extreme Nationalism
Extreme nationalism, created by the fascist of the twentieth century, is spreading like the plague! It’s one thing to be proud of one’s country, but to badger people and call them expats just because they are trying to better themselves, is outright stupid. Be proud of where you are from, but don’t let that view blind you from the world. I let the media and family alter my vote in 2000, but, thank god, I didn’t make the same mistake in 2004 Tis true that I’m about to be an expat, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll be ashamed of being an American. Why can’t we all just get along? I’m quite sure people will give me no end of grief about being from “Bush Country”, but I’ll not let it bother me. We need to learn to look beyond nationality. We are all different. Not everyone in America loves Mr. Bush. I certainly will not run around like an eejit, screaming, “I’m an American”. For that matter, not every Iranian is a terrorist.
Two things that bug me for no apparent reason
Saggin’ Britches
This is a pet peeve of mine. I can’t stand to see teenagers, young men, and men with the waist of their pants hanging ‘round their knees. It drives me mad. Have a little respect for yourself and the poor bloke behind you for cripes sake. A young guy came into my business many years ago. His jeans were sagging almost to his knees. Another co-worker and myself picked at him until he pulled them up. We offered to buy him a belt. He refused. He had to hold his pants up all the way to the car. When he went to open the car door, his pants fell to his feet. We laughed and so did the car load of girls at the carwash next door.
Egoists
They bore me. You can’t tell them anything that they haven’t already heard. They know everything that ever was and ever will be. Admittedly, I have a lot to learn about the world. Willingness to learn and to be open minded is an appealing feature these days, albeit a fading one.
Hmm…Who shall I torture with this meme?
(There’s a myriad of bloggers out there worthy of my torture, but I’ll leave this slot blank for anyone that would like to participate)
In Living Colour
Posted by Jefferson Davis in Me, Myself, and I, Pictures on Tuesday, June 24, 2008
As most of you know, I’m back into a sparring and workout routine. I work hard, when I really want something. After jumping rope and thrusting throws into a 70lb. boxing bag, I came inside to finish my workout in the cool air. I grabbed two resistance tubes that remind me of a very big rubber band. I sat down at my desk and began doing arm curl holds that build tone. Basically, you put one end of the tube under your foot, pull with the corresponding arm, and hold a curled position.
Well, I got in too much of a hurry and hoicked a bit too hard on the band. It slipped out from under my foot and hit me directly in the left eye. There was a sudden rush of pain and adrenaline, so I opened both my eyes to see if there was any blood. What I discovered through the watery pool that had filled my eyelids astonished me. I was shaken by it. I ran to the sink and washed out my eyes. My hands were shaking, when I rose to gaze into the mirror.
I could see the detail of my hands like never before. I could see out of BOTH EYE’s! The very depth of the ornate symbols that envelope the mirror came into view like never before. The ridges in my knuckles looked like deep craves. It was like going from a fuzzy old TV to a new wide screen HD one. But, as soon as I started realising what I had, it went away. It has been a few hours since that happened. I was shaken to the core. It still hurts a bit. I’ll probably have a black eye in the morning.
You think hard about it. Because I only have one good eye, my depth perception is shite! I’ve never been able to see anything but light and dark! No shapes, just black and white forms. So, to all of a sudden have something you’ve never had is overwhelming! Whatever that bloody band did to give me vision still lingers a bit. I’ve GOT COLOUR!!! I’ve never had colour in that eye before!
I’m going to have to see the eye doc, and see if he can’t knock me around a bit to bring back my vision permanently! Anyone need a sparring partner? I’m dangerous with one eye much less two! Jaysus…That was awesome!!!
Just in case you are wondering, I can’t see out of my left eye because the optic nerve for that eye never grew into place. Spinal meningitis is to blame.
The song in the video below is by Lenny Kravitz. He’s a cool cat! The song is talkin’ ‘bout a lady he’s missing, but I miss me full vision at the moment! At least, I know what the rest of you people see, even if only for about 30 seconds. Bastards…
