My Thoughts

I got this one from Organized Noise who got it from PAM…Yeah there is always 6, more like 3 degrees of separation in the blog world when it comes to a MEME…

Hello My Name is. Jelli, yes because Jam don’t shake like that!!!
I Was Raised In Houston, Tx where I have lived all my life except my freshman year in College where I lived in Huntsville, Tx then.

The Reason You Are Reading This is because I am working on a blog topic and I thought this would be quick and give folks some insight on the pesron that is Jelli.

Right Now, I’m working on trying to figure out what my next move is going to be personally and professionally.

The first thing I do in the morning is get mad at myself for not going to sleep earlier the night before. Then thank God, turn off the alarm clock and get in the shower.

The last thing I do at night is say my prayers.

My Momma Always said “when you come into a relationship, you have your own shit. Have a job and a car because if a nigga man thinks you need him then he will put his ass in your face.”

I love it It when people are kind and nice to each other.

I hate it when people take my kindness for me being a fool or take my friendship for granted. I hate it when people are selfish and inconsiderate.

If you ever see me walking down the street ask me about music , my almamater and bmy hometown teams.

My notable run in with the law Involved me getting put it the back of a police car outside my apartment because of a paperwork mix up. Something about a waarant that was paid but not taking out the system.

This One Time At Camp We …never went to camp.

Yo, You see this scar I have on my knee, I got when I was 5 and me and a couple of the kids on my street decided it would be fun to hook my tricycle up to a larger bike with a rope and pull me along. It didn’t end well.

The last time I swore I’d never drink again was after my friend Ra-Ra 26th birthday and I got to calling “earl” in car around the corner from her apt. It wasn’t pretty.

It’s been about a month since I’ve seen you and I must say I miss you. In our brief history together we’ve had some good times and some even better times. When I’m with you I release my inhibitions and let go of my fears. When I’m there I feel free and it really doesn’t bother me that we have an audience, in fact, I prefer it that way, I really perform. I understand that I can’t see you on our usual night anymore because of other obligations I may creep in in the late hours but you did add a new night. I really miss you Azteca Karaoke. (Get your minds out of the gutter )

P.S. The picture has nothing to do with the post the express my feelings

So here I am wondering what the hell is going with one of my friends. I’ve been calling her for past 2 weeks or so to no avail, except the occasional response to an email. While I was putting on my worry hat and going through different scenarios in my head as to what could be going on, I realized that I really didn’t know my friend as well as I thought I did.

Let me explain what I mean, some friends you have in your life you know when they need space or you know when they need a shoulder to cry on, or you know that sometimes they just may need your presence, but with this friend I don’t know that. I don’t know if she cuts herself off from the world when she gets sad or depressed. I don’t know when she gets angry or wants to cry if she would like that things or just do it alone. I find that I really don’t know her as well as I thought but that is something I want to change if she will allow it. I consider her to be one of my good best friends and I foresee our friendship lasting, at least I want it to.

I know she’ll say I am getting soft in my old age(she is right) but having gone through a situation with another good friend (see this link), I don’t want that to be us. We’ve often said that if we say or do anything to piss each other off or upset each other that we will let each other know. I know she reads the blog to tell me what’s up girl.

Update:I’ve talk to her since I wrote this post. She is fine just working like a Hebrew slave. So I won’t bug her too much. I’ll let her call me when she gets a moment.

As of late I’ve wanted to get out and do more things, like check out a play, hit the occasional jazz spot downtown, check out a comedy show and so on and so forth, but that hasn’t always been an achievable goal especially when you don’t want to roll alone.
You see, most of my friends have a kid(s) or are married. So they can’t do the spur of the moment plans or even with a week notice plan. So because I don’t like going out alone I am stuck. I’ve always been told that women should go out alone. I’ve been told that her chances of being taken advantage of are greater than if she was with a crew. On the flip side a woman’s chances of meeting a guy drastically drop if she is with a crew, something about the laws of averages and the approaching guy choosing the wrong woman so the whole crew is off guards then.
Well despite that little fact I am still thinking about venturing out alone. Not to seem like easy prey but maybe to the occasional play or comedy show. At the salon where I go this very topic came up and I found quite a few women went our by themselves. My first adventure will be this new sports bar around the corner from my house. Now I need to pick a day…

A few months back I attended my first family reunion ever on either side, see this post and it was an adventure to say the least. The reunion I attended was on my mom’s side, preferably my Grandmother’s dad family the Freeman’s. So in about a month or so I will be attended the first reunion on my dad’s side of the family, his mother side. This will be something else as well.

First and foremost, the idea or better yet, the official planning committee got together the last Saturday in July to lay out the plans. I was elected the secretary and reluctantly the treasurer. (I don’t like dealing with other folk’s money.)

Secondly they want to have the thing on Labor Day Weekend. That only gives us a month or so to get all the plans in place. We are set a price of $50 a family but really some of the family like myself only have one or two people in it while others have 3 and 4 kids plus a spouse. I figured this is just a jumping off figure so we will adjust it for the following year.

Third since the window is so short we won’t have t-shirts or a family tree tracing, at least I don’t think we will, because there won’t be enough time to get it done. It is going to be in my dad’s hometown, Double Bayou, TX which is about 30 miles outside of Anahuac, TX. It will be interesting see my grandma’s old house which is supposed to be a part of the reunion; a tour.

It’s so ironic or maybe coincidental that I would go from having no family reunions to having two in one year. Hopefully, things will go smoothly, but I know that is a pipe dream since some of the best laid never go smooth. We also have a plan that two weeks after this reunion we will start planning the next one.

Last week I turned the big 35 and since I couldn’t go to Vegas like I wanted, I celebrated here in town. Thursday was Karaoke night and I must say I had a good time. The drinks were flowing and the money was being pinned (I just found out this is a southern black thing). It was also another karaoke regular’s birthday and she was turning 25, go figure, so we celebrated together.
Now having come full circle with my drinking I should know better than to mix liquors, but hell when they are free who am I to argue besides I faired pretty well, I had no hang over or upset stomach the next day. I started the night off with my favorite, a frozen margarita with salt, and in the course of the night I had a Budweiser select, a couple of tequila shots and a blow job
(don’t know what’s in that drink.) I sang a couple of songs before I got too drunk (well at least one was before).
Friday, my actual day of birth, I went shopping and I also bought myself a nice new Ko.da.k Digital Camera since my old one (F.uji ) was dying a slow death (see the burry pictures throughout earlier part of this post). Then later that night went to dinner with my mom, one of my sisters and some friends. At the restaurant there was a Mariachi Band, my sister told the wait staff it was my birthday and they did the restaurant thing and sung. So yes my bday was fun. Next year I’ve been promised a party but we will see if it comes to fruition.

My dear sweet alma mater is having, what I think is, one of the roughest years in its 59 year history. On the heels of a presidential spending scandal the university is in the news yet again, announcing the layoff of 178 employees. They, the current administration and the board of regents, say it’s not because of the spending scandal and firing of Dr. Priscilla Slade, former TSU president, but because of rising insurance costs and a decline in enrollment. Recently the school instituted a 21.5% increase in tuition and fees. That rate increase it what hurt and will continue to hurt the enrollment at the school because many of the students are working and paying their tuition themselves and the government is giving little help by way of financial aide. I think all of this is just the tip of the iceberg.
The district attorney has indicted the former university president and several staff members, on charges that they misappropriated funds. So all the work to improve the school’s image in the past 7 years, that former university president, Dr. Pricilla Slade (who was indicted), has done will be negated in a matter of months. TSU has one of the lowest records for alumni giving and we are at the bottom of the list for enrollment vs. graduation rates (we have an open door policy).
Despite all this scandal and drama I still believe in our motto “Excellence in Acheivement” I know that TSU will weather this storm as it has so many others. I don’t understand why HBCU’s can’t get it together and handle business like it should be handled or at least keep the dirty laundry out of the media like PWCs do.