Tuesday, April 29, 2008

How Do You Know?!!!


True Story: I met this guy about 4 months ago back home in Texas through a mutual friend, at dinner one weekend when I was home visiting. When I first saw him he was so handsome to me. He is 6’3, chocolate skin, gorgeous smile, a nice body, and maybe in his late 30’s. He was so cool, almost too good to be true! I didn’t want a relationship at the time but he was a good prospect for 'FwB'. After meeting, we exchanged numbers and began to talk off and on. He was really cool, we talked all the time day or night, and hung out a couple of times. Mainly, we had a lot of great conversations about business, life lessons, and he had a great sense of humor. Since I live in another state we didn’t hang out much. This guy invited me to his place ("studio" he called it), was always available late at night to meet. But -- believe it or not -- I was never intimate with this man. Over the last two months we talked a LOT more than usual. I was becoming interested in him!

This Monday morning -- at 8:15AM -- I received a call. I answered and the caller quickly hung up the phone! Then the caller stuck again! I answered AGAIN and a female voice said:

Caller: Hello, I am calling because your number is all over my husband's phone bill.
Me: (Laughing) Are you sure? I don’t have any husbands in my phone.
Caller: Yes, your number is all over his phone bill?
Me: Ok, well what is your husband's name?
Caller: [She provided the name]
Me: Oh WHAT?!!! (Laughing out Loud) He is married?
Caller: Yes, I am his wife and I need to know why you are talking to him all day and at 1AM in the morning. What are these conversations about?
Me:
I had no clue he was married, he keeps a schedule like a single person. He is available to talk anytime day or night. And, I have never touched your husband -- not so much as a hug. We mainly talk about business ideas, general convo, and whatever else the conversation brings.
Caller: Well, what is your relationship?
Me: We are cool. I am not even in the state. We don’t have a relationship.
Caller: Well, you mean to tell me that you didn't SEE his wedding ring?
Me: Uhh, no! He doesn’t wear a ring. He doesn’t even have a ring indention on his finger. If I knew he was married he would have never gotten my phone number. Your man doesn’t show that he is married in any way, shape, form, or fashion.

Additional...This conversation continued for about 15mins then we hung up. Of course she wasn’t and couldn’t be mad at me, so she ended the conversation politely.

My question to my readers is…

HOW DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE IS MARRIED? Especially if they don’t follow the habits of a married person. Let me know your thoughts cause Ms. Devereaux is definitely tripping out about this phone call.

The game is grimy but people are grimier.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Michael Moore Has Set the Record Straight....


Everyone needs to read this letter Michael Moore wrote about his vote for Barack Obama.

Its kind of long but worth the time. There are details that definitely should be in mainstream media. Of course it will never make it though.

Enjoy! Click on his name directly below.

Michael Moore

Thursday, April 17, 2008

What Would You Do?


One of my readers emailed me this scenerio. She asked me to post it on here so she could get advice from you guys about this situation. So help your fellow reader out.

When I was in high school I dated this guy who had dropped out of school for three years of course I was into basketball and he was into hanging out in the streets. He went to jail and I went on with my life. Now after 20 years we ended up getting back together. He sometimes brings up what happened to us 20 years ago and I think he should get over it and lets live today. We broke up again because of his jealousy and he wanted to hang out all times of the night. I tried to understand that he wanted to hang out with the boys but it got out of hand when the time got later and later everytime. We have been split up for about a year now. I still love him and I would love to be with him but, I don't think he is ready for a real realtionship. He is 40 and I recently saw him with a much younger girl, it hurt me because all this time he would call me and tell me that he wanted to work things out with me. I helped him go to truck driving school, get a car, and get a job driving. When I see him I am excited but, I really don't know if I truly love him or if I am selling myself short because I am scared to get into another relationship because of all the STD's and men who just want to hit it and go.

I really need some advise on this. Should I try to work things out with him or should I just let it go?

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Quarter-Life Crisis

I receive this in a email and I thought it was great! I decided to share it with you all. It really hit home for me today. Recently, I was thinking about some of the same things. I realized that I am actually in the best time of my life and it won't always be this way, so I should just enjoy the ride.

How are you feeling at this point in your life? Have you reached your goals? Do you feel like time is passing you by?


It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Urgent Question... This Happened Last Night

WHY would a woman who has a boyfriend invite her heterosexual 'male friend' to hang out for a late night study session, at her apartment -- when her boyfriend is not around?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Peeking in My Window...

I feel intimated
I feel lost…
I feel terrified
I feel disillusioned
I feel panicky
I feel humiliated
I feel anxious
Then I... Begin to question my ability to write and focus.

I am learning that I have an EXTREMELY hard time focusing. I wonder if my desire to write is good enough to get in debt behind getting a degree. The classes I am taking this semester are a little more difficult than I expected.

One class teaches about sacred and secular practices that influence ritual, ceremony, carnival, rites of passage, the blues, improvisation, “Negro Spirituals”, post- colonialism and the black world from Africa to the Diaspora. I am learning about individuals such as August Wilson, Melvin Van Peebles, DJ Spooky, Malidoma Patric Some, Fela Kuti, Ousmane Sembene, and others. Many of the things explained in the class goes completely against what I believe. (Let’s just say I appreciate my Christian education a little more) but I am not in the class to change my belief, I am there to expand my mind and learn about the world around me…right? I am an open-minded person. (Plus, I need it graduate)

The other class is Reporting & Writing I. I love my teacher and the class structure. I like the fact we go out and report. I don’t like that the story has to be complete (meaning ready for next day press) before the end of class. I never had to write and get my thoughts together so fast. Most of the time I have to report the facts only.( I like to give my opinion) On the flip side I do enjoy learning about writing feature stories, obituaries, and interviewing among other things. What I learned in this class is I DO NOT want to ever be a reporter. I don’t like news stories. However, this class has caused me to question my ability to convey my thoughts on paper clear and concise.

Often times I am intimated by the other students in my class. Their writing is witty, sharp, clear, creative, concise, and a good read. These kids are fresh off the high school newspaper. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to others, but I can’t help it sometimes. We all do it at some point in our lives. I love writing, but is that enough to be a journalist? My goals are simple when I graduate. I want to be a writer that changes the way people think and engage each other through many different outlets. Maybe it’s the style of writing verses my actual ability to write. What I know for sure is I am a creative and expressive writer and I love it!!!

Anyway that’s it for now I have to finish studying for a midterm...pray for me!!!

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms.Devereaux"

Friday, April 4, 2008

Strength, Courage, and Wisdom...






Beautiful isn't she? That is my grandma!!!

My grandma just celebrated her 90th birthday in January. My family and I got together last weekend to honor her. I know we all have grandma's that we love and cherish. I adore my grandmother, she means the world to me. I love talking to her she has so much knowledge and still a great sense of humor. I often times wish I could record everything she remembers over the past 90 years of life. She was married to a wonderful man and had 12 wonderful children. That's right 12. I hope that one day I can have that peace, kindness, love, joy, and trust in God that she carries with her everyday. After my grandfather past she had to raise the rest of her children alone. I think it was 6 of them left at home. It takes a strong woman to be able to handle a task that great. We get together every Thanksgiving at her house for dinner. I often catch her sitting alone the wall smiling, while everyone else is talking, eating,sleeping,and taking pictures. I ask her" Grandma what are you smiling at?" She says,"Thanking God for letting me see all my family together another year"

For years she has traveled to graduations,weddings,and special events for her family. One of my favorite memories was she would always send me a bday card.Whenever I call her no matter what time it is she is able to talk or let me in her house. Anytime I feel I have no one I can talk to she is always there with her words of wisdom saying "put it in God's hands,baby."

Beatrice Stanmore is my definition of STRENGTH, COURAGE, AND WISDOM. She is not just my grandma, she is my friend and I thank God he has keep her around for us so long.

Tell me who you admire with STRENGTH,COURAGE,AND WISDOM.