The Twenty Eighth Day…

…the day you had your first fight. why?

I think my first REAL fight was within my family. My cousin Tisha who is three years older than me, ALWAYS tried to boss me around. She’d hug me like I was some stuffed animal against my will until I broke free. Or she’d drag me around like I was a rag doll, bellowing my name in her southern accent. Sheesh, it was like nails on a chalkboard.  I’m sure our fight started stupidly because well…we were kids. lol

Now, mind you…Tisha was always a tad jealous of me. I don’t know why…well, that’s not entirely true. I do know why. My uncles were 7 and 8 years older than me and were like big brothers for most of my childhood. They would throw me in a Tonka truck and vrooom me around the room while I giggled. I was their baby. Tisha on the other hand was a pain and they didn’t like her that much. That always resulted in her vying for their attentions and she ended up losing.

For whatever reason this particular day…she’d plucked my last nerve with her bossy ways. She and I ended up fighting and all I can remember is her pulling on my hair to the point that it was loosening from the two twists it was in. Y’all remember that hairstyle that all little girls had? A twist on each side of the head parted down the middle…or the side if you were fancy. lol

Well, she tugged my hair so hard…it was like she was trying to pull it from the roots. The oldest of my two uncles could be heard yelling between his teeth, “LET GO OF HER HAIR!” Once she finally let go, he kept saying that he didn’t know WHAT was wrong with her and why she’d try to “pull out that baby’s hair”. lol

For years to come, she’d compete with me and struggle back and forth with wanting to hate me and love me. For the longest she’d say, “Everybody thinks Kali is so smart…”, “Everybody loves Kali…”, “Kali this…Kali that…”. I just wanted to know who in the hell EVERYBODY was. I wanted to meet them. lol She would talk about me like a DOG to anyone who’d listen, then turn around and beg my mom for me to stay the night with her.

It’s bananas…because, this kind of behavior became the norm for me. Eventually, throughout school…most chicks would feel this way about me while calling me a friend. I guess not much has changed…well, except for the fact that I’ve found friends who love me and don’t hate me for who I am.

Gotta love that “growing up” thing, huh? 🙂

The Twenty Second Day…

The Gastonian in Savannah, GA.

…a day with the family you’ll never forget

So many days ran through my mind just now. I have been doing everything within my power to keep these posts jovial and lighthearted….

Let’s see…

*shakes head no* …nah, not that.

*flips through photo album*

Well, I don’t have a pic for it…but, my family reunion in Savannah, GA was nice. I remember wanting to visit Paula Deen’s restaurant, but it turned out that not only were we late getting there…we needed to reserve ahead of time.

My mom, sis, Aunt/Godmommy Yvette and I drove around Savannah taking in the old time architecture. I saw so many wonderful buildings with huge windows and and beautifully ornate moldings. Aunt Yvette lives in GA so she came through to see us. We found some hole in the wall to eat at…food was good…but, the company was better.

Once we found our way back to the hotel…we prepared for our banquet. It was nice as usual. Lots of stories, genealogy, performances and mingling to meet the family you don’t already know.

The day before…we’d had our BBQ and the kids swam afterwards at the hotel. (The BBQ was at another venue). After that, us young ones hopped in a couple of cars and went bowling with the kids. We had SO much fun! Once we left there, the cousins and I found ourselves a 24hr Walmart…kicking around in a desolate store looking for shoes for me. We had a ball.

I tell ya one thing…it’s a HELLUVA long drive home from GA. Good GRIEF I felt like we were in that car forever. LOL I mean we stopped off to my uncle’s house in NC…but, once on the road back up to NY, I felt like I was gonna die in a van. I swear NEW JERSEY is a problem! LONG ass state. I was convinced I was in a damn Stephen King novel called, “Mt. Holly”. Shit. Damn…END already. (AND NJ stinks…like manure and sewage). Sorry Jersey folks…but it does to us outsiders. lol

Once we got home…it was like being reborn. I saw my bed and whispered sweet nothings to it for at least a day.

So there…Savannah, GA circa 2006.