Sunday, June 27, 2010
Downtown Jackson??
Really this is going to be a LOOOOOOOONG one, but I wanted to start it with the first sentence. I will remind myself to finish this when I look at my bank statement again.......
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Jackson Progressives
Jackson Progressives is a medium serving to foster and promote young adults with both creative and professional backgrounds. It is committed to reclaiming and restoring communities and is structured to contribute to economic, social, cultural, and environmental sustainability. It seeks to be diverse along political, racial, and religious lines in order to more accurately reflect the community in which we live. Its members are joined by a common them – a passion for the betterment of Jackson -- helping the city reach its full potential as the Cultural and Business Capital of Mississippi by giving voice to the future leaders of Jackson.
The next "Family Day In The Park" will be September 20, from 2:00-7:00.
Park=Smith Park Downtown (in case you didn't know) It's on the corner of Congress and Amite
also, join the cause on their facebook page JACKSON PROGRESSIVES
for more info, contact jxnprogressives@yahoo.com
Oh the IRONY
SEC. 97-23-83. Threats or coercion to prevent lawful conduct of business.
If any person shall in any manner threaten with bodily harm, intimidate or coerce another person to prevent said person from lawfully trading or carrying on business, including buying or selling, he shall be guilty of a misdemeanor and, upon conviction thereof, shall be punished by imprisonment for not more than one (1) year in the county jail or be fined not more than one thousand dollars ($1,000.00) or both.
SOURCES: Codes, 1942, Sec. 2384.5; Laws, 1966, ch. 384, Sec. 1, eff from and after passage (approved February 9, 1966
If you are a business owner in Mississippi, there ARE laws to prevent people from doing this!
FYI-make a journal and keep ALL records, witness names, and testimonies.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
5:30pm: Wife leaves for a meeting, I in turn swallow hard and am thinking "I've got this, no sweat."
5:45pm: As a Chef, I have huge plans for cooking girls some good grub, quickly realizing the easiest thing to do is turn the oven on 425 and cook pizza rolls and french fries. In the meantime, there is a screaming 3 week old, vying for some attention. Whether it is a diaper change, hungry stomach, or just to be picked up, she is still screaming and a quick choice has to be made. Check the list in my head and decide she needs a bottle. I am mixing bottle, while the other two have decided it is "arts and crafts" time. Wow what a mess on the table we are soon to be eating on. Glue, tape, scissors, paper, colors, etc. "How am I going to clean that with this on my hip?"
6:00pm: BEEEEEP. Pizza rolls and french fries are ready. Put the baby down, again, screaming. Pick the baby up, one handed fix two small plates and place them on table. Just forget it, plates are going right on top of the newly drawn family art show.
"Daddy what about our drinks?" What? Oh yeah. Retrieve drinks and take a deep breath.
6:15pm: Receiving text messages from regulars in restaurant. Oh, they are just letting me know how BUSY WE ARE. Wow. I am hoping the TWO staff members who are there can handle it. I know it's impossible to hop in the truck and head that way.
6:30pm: It's time to play outside. Hell no, it's pouring rain out there. So, now it's time to play Candyland. Wow what fun!???!? Baby is content for now in a swing, just staring at me. I know she's thinking, "any minute now I'm gonna do it to him again!" Sure enough, screaming. This time it's the diaper. The other two "help" which makes it much worse.
7:15pm: Baby asleep again. "Daddy, Kynsie just threw up" is screamed from upstairs playroom. I'm taking another deep breath and head up. Not as bad as I envisioned, but bad enough. "Someone shoot me," I'm thinking.
7:30pm: Baby still asleep. Kitchen bomb has exploded and no time yet to clean it. Usually someone does it for me.
7:40pm: I am reminded by my 4 year old that it is bath time. No sweat, they can do it themselves, right? Absolutely not. Two inches of water on the floor later, they are clean and mama has already laid out some pajamas, thank God.
8:00pm: Beethoven is playing, and out of nowhere, "Daddy, I'm done!" I'm thinking "done what!?" "I'm done using the bathroom, you need to come wipe me!" "WHAT?!?!"
8:15pm: Baby screaming again. Hungry? No. Diaper? No. Pick me up? Yes.
9:00pm: House is bombed, I am mentally bombed. Kids are whacked out on some chocolate high, or something. They must have a hidden stash.
9:10pm: "That better be the garage door going up!" In walks my savior. MOMMA!!
Tell your mom you love her. If you have kids, tell your wife you love her, too. They do much, much more than we ever thought.
5:45pm: As a Chef, I have huge plans for cooking girls some good grub, quickly realizing the easiest thing to do is turn the oven on 425 and cook pizza rolls and french fries. In the meantime, there is a screaming 3 week old, vying for some attention. Whether it is a diaper change, hungry stomach, or just to be picked up, she is still screaming and a quick choice has to be made. Check the list in my head and decide she needs a bottle. I am mixing bottle, while the other two have decided it is "arts and crafts" time. Wow what a mess on the table we are soon to be eating on. Glue, tape, scissors, paper, colors, etc. "How am I going to clean that with this on my hip?"
6:00pm: BEEEEEP. Pizza rolls and french fries are ready. Put the baby down, again, screaming. Pick the baby up, one handed fix two small plates and place them on table. Just forget it, plates are going right on top of the newly drawn family art show.
"Daddy what about our drinks?" What? Oh yeah. Retrieve drinks and take a deep breath.
6:15pm: Receiving text messages from regulars in restaurant. Oh, they are just letting me know how BUSY WE ARE. Wow. I am hoping the TWO staff members who are there can handle it. I know it's impossible to hop in the truck and head that way.
6:30pm: It's time to play outside. Hell no, it's pouring rain out there. So, now it's time to play Candyland. Wow what fun!???!? Baby is content for now in a swing, just staring at me. I know she's thinking, "any minute now I'm gonna do it to him again!" Sure enough, screaming. This time it's the diaper. The other two "help" which makes it much worse.
7:15pm: Baby asleep again. "Daddy, Kynsie just threw up" is screamed from upstairs playroom. I'm taking another deep breath and head up. Not as bad as I envisioned, but bad enough. "Someone shoot me," I'm thinking.
7:30pm: Baby still asleep. Kitchen bomb has exploded and no time yet to clean it. Usually someone does it for me.
7:40pm: I am reminded by my 4 year old that it is bath time. No sweat, they can do it themselves, right? Absolutely not. Two inches of water on the floor later, they are clean and mama has already laid out some pajamas, thank God.
8:00pm: Beethoven is playing, and out of nowhere, "Daddy, I'm done!" I'm thinking "done what!?" "I'm done using the bathroom, you need to come wipe me!" "WHAT?!?!"
8:15pm: Baby screaming again. Hungry? No. Diaper? No. Pick me up? Yes.
9:00pm: House is bombed, I am mentally bombed. Kids are whacked out on some chocolate high, or something. They must have a hidden stash.
9:10pm: "That better be the garage door going up!" In walks my savior. MOMMA!!
Tell your mom you love her. If you have kids, tell your wife you love her, too. They do much, much more than we ever thought.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
All of that hard work, my own savings, for this?
http://www.wapt.com/news/20358583/detail.html
The last paragraph............................
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