Rescued.

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Last week I went to the animal shelter with the intention of donating money to pay for a puppy’s upkeep. Long story short…we decided we’d might as well take one home with us. We walked up and down the horrible, bleak shelter and looked at doggie’s who seemed to know their time was limited if someone didn’t take them home.

Rookie is 7 months old. He’s part Boxer and part Pit. He had hookworms and was emaciated. He had the saddest eyes. Like…he hadn’t known much kindness and, even though I got all the way down to his level…he was skittish and shy.

But my nephew loved him immediately.

And I love my nephew.

So yeah…the puppy with the sad eyes was coming home with us.

Rookie and Marie Laveau get along splendidly. Zulu is a whole other story and it makes me sad because I’d hoped they’d all get along well and we’d be a big old happy family. Well…Zulu wasn’t having it.

He kept messing with Rookie and Rookie, even though he was bigger, let him get away with it. Then…he snapped. And well…it was rough. So now we keep them apart until Rookie has been to obedience training and we can control him better.


Rookie and my nephew get along perfectly because they have the same hype level. Rookie loves to sleep on the sofa and he loves snuggling with his people most of all. He had a pretty bad story and I am trying my best to not think about it. All I know for sure is that he is where he is supposed to be and that we will do every.single.thing in our power to make sure he has the best life possible.

He goes to the shop with me daily and he’s such a good shop doggie. He greets clients well and his ears always perk up if a man comes to close to me that isn’t his Robby.

This dude is going to be a looker once he fills out. I am so excited to see what he looks like after being loved up on and taken care of properly.

Please pray for Zulu and Rookie to become best buds. I HATE keeping the pack separated.

What is a good dude?

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A conversation I had a few weeks ago has stuck with me in a way that makes me know I have some growing to do in that area because the answer isn’t as cut and dried as my brain thinks it should be. The conversation was about a man who, in every way seen by the public, is a good dude. He is active in the community, is an excellent father, cares about others, helps out wherever he can, is deep into church.

He goes to work, does his job well and is inspiring.

That’s what we see. That’s what we KNOW. He’s a good dude. Good PEOPLE. HIGH COTTON COMPLIMENT.

So let’s introduce this good dude, who is single and available, to a single and available woman who is good people too.

Mix and let marinate.

Events which happened after made me really ponder, “What is a good dude?”

A question put to me was for me to consider one of my male besties.

Person: Do you think such-and-such is a good dude?

Me: Of course. He’s the best. My dude for life.

Them: What if you found out he was cheating on this wife…would YOU still think he’s a good dude? Do you think his wife would still think he’s a good dude? Is “good dude” subjective to the person who is being asked to quantify the sum of his whole?

Me: Leemelone. You play too much. I don’t like this question.

Because it’s true. I might be disappointed in one of my male besties for cheating on their wives but I’d still know them to be good dudes. They will still be great fathers, great neighbors, great community leaders, great activists, excellent providers, amazing sons, brothers, etc.

SIP: But the cheating tho…

I would be so hurt if one of my male besties cheated on their wives and I found out about it but I guess I’d still consider them a good dude.

SIP: Because they are good to you and OTHERS…but not to their wives.

Me: LEEMELONE! I DON’T LIKE THIS QUESTION!

So…the marinade.

The marinade came with tangles in other areas which needed to be unwound in order the “good dude” could be fully committed to the awesomeness that is the single woman. It seemed to be an easy process in the beginning but then…the process started to lag which would make one wonder. The good woman decided it wasn’t for her to sit around and wait for the “good dude” to come clean and be ready to be fully present.

Me: Aw man…but he’s such a good dude.

Them: But is he though? Is he really?

SIP: Same thing I’ve been asking.

Me: Maybe. Hell…I don’t know. I want the fairy tale version.

SIP: ‘Tis 2019. You’d better whip out a Disney DVD to get that version.

How much work should you put into a good dude who is lacking in a very important area? Good question, right? I know my peers are generally like me in this area and we are like “I don’t have time for that.” And honestly…who does? With work, kids, family, framily and friends, home maintenance, etc…who has time to help a grown man be great when he should already know since he comes with the label of “good dude.”

How many men do you know that you’d consider a “good dude” who has fathered children outside of their marriage? Who have cheated or done something else grimy who can be a “good dude” to others in their life? Is it a simple fix to just say…”He’s a good dude, but he sucks at personal relationships?” Is a caveat necessary?

SIP: Camille Cosby thinks Bill is a “good dude” and we know some women think R. Kelly is a good dude too. He is probably really good to his boys. This is the thing…sometimes men get a good dude pass by the people they’ve never screwed over. And yes…they’ve screwed over many. So yeah…maybe it is subjective which makes perfect sense since most things in life are.

Also…what if a dude is everything to his family ONLY and never helps others and doesn’t care about his community? Is HE a good dude? What boxes are necessary to be checked off to be considered a FOR TRUE “good dude?”

Have you ever had your heart broken by a “good dude?” Still think he’s good?

Hurricane Barry was a BUST!

Most folks get a day off because of a hurricane and relax. MOST FOLKS. Not me. Never me. I intended to try...but got sidetracked by stuff. I had on soft pants all day but didn't chill out until way late.

I updated my flatware chest and painted a wood bookshelf I paid $5 for that was in my garage because I found a can of General Finishes Milk Paint on a shelf that I'd forgotten I'd brought home forever ago because I wanted to do something in that color for personal use. The flatware chest update made my flatware look shinier. LOL! I should have BEEN done that.

If you EVER see a solid wood bookcase for $5 and don't bring that sucker home and refinish or update it...you're crazy. For real, seriously, crazy. Solid wood. $5. No brainer.

So yeah...I hurricane cleaned and did a few projects and now I'm finally tired enough to relax. Cuz that's how I get down. LOL!

How do you reconcile being disappointed with a TRUE loved one?

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I’ve recently had to ask myself the question of what I should do when disappointed with a loved one. Someone you REALLY love and would move mountains for. Someone you’d drop everything to rush to their side in times of challenge for them. What do you do? It’s not like you can cut them off because you love them and they love you, you’re simply disappointed in them for a particular reason that goes against your personal belief system.

I guess this has come up a lot in recent years regarding politics. Your belief system might go against a loved ones strongly on a particular issue. I mean…none of us should be one issue people but, if we’re honest, there are a few issues that would REALLY make it hard to reconcile if you found out a loved one staunchly opposed that you supported and vice versa, right?

So what do you do? Do you pretend that everything is fine and just skip over the disappointment? Do you say something knowing it will become a hot debate? Do you just have to learn how to accept PRICKLY warts and all?

I am struggling with this. After yelling at a loved one for 15 solid minutes I feel VERY unsettled. I developed a migraine last night and woke up with it this morning so some of the way I feel has to do with the migraine too, I’m sure, but my disappointment has my stomach in knots.

My husband says it’s my fault because I simply have to learn how to not expect people to be as amazing as I think and hope they are. That is a truly depressing thought for me. *sigh*

What do YOU do? What would your advice for me be? How do I reconcile this feeling without too much damage to my heart and to the relationship? How do I not get to the point as say fug it and fade them to black knowing it will hurt me too?

Thank you in advance.