HER Story: Pimped Out And I’m Tired

Her Story:  PIMPED OUT AND I’M TIRED

These pimps are out there and they won’t leave me alone. I keep the hustle going but they still say they want more and more.  “Get out there and make my money” they say. “And don’t come back here without it. If you don’t give me every penny that I need, I’m going to go up on it and  you’re going to owe me more.”

But Misters, I’ll call them that, I don’t have anymore. I’m tired. Can I get off the street for a while? But they say “No. You get out there and make my money. Next time I tell you to make my money you better bring it to me on time.

But Mister, I got to get my car so I can get over there to the workplace.

“I don’t care about that car. If you want a roof over your head you better get me my money.”

But my lights, Mister, if I don’t have enough I won’t have lights.

“You don’t need lights for what you have to do. Just get on that hustle and get my money.”

But Mister, it’s cold and I need some gas around here.

“You don’t need any gas. Just snuggle up and get some more blankets. You’ll be fine. Just get me my money. We all need our money. Don’t I take care of you when you give me my money? So get me my money.”

They all say that they take care of me. But if I don’t get them their money they drop me. I don’t have any help. I go to one for help and tell them that I don’t have it. But they don’t care. Each one wants their money. They will take a big cut of whatever I get. So I ask, Mister, what if I can’t get all of it?  

“That’s not my problem. You just get me my money.”

So here I am hustling every time I get a chance. My legs are always out there trying to make that Hustle. My legs are tired. And I say to them, I’m getting older. Don’t I get a break?

“A break? As long as you can walk you don’t get a break. You bring me my money. And I need it by 5 today.”

So all weekend long, I was on my hustle. Oh, but they’re still not satisfied. The Pimps keep riding my back day and night. I got a phone call from one of them.

“Where are you? Where is my money?”

I said let me out. I’m going to stop. But they know about each other and they all tell me that they own me. I’ll never get out. I called myself taking a couple of days off and I got a phone call from another one of those pimps. 

He asked, “where the H… have you been? I have been waiting on my money.”

I explained that I had to get off my feet for a minute and that the hustle was killing me. He said, “I don’t care. I want my money by this afternoon or I will……… I was so stressed out, I didn’t hear the rest of it. But I knew I’d better get back on that hustle that very night and I did.

The Pimps are strong and unbending. They take over every facet of my life to the fact that I rarely enjoy it. Oh well, looks like The Pimps are still winning. I see I have to accept the fact that the pimps are in control.

The first of the month the rental company wants their money. Next is the power company, then gas company, the car insurance, the car payments and the list goes on and on. Pimps to the right, pimps to the left, pimps all around. And I’m stuck in the middle!! The Pimps are winning!!!! And the hustle goes on. I am PIMPED Out and I’m Tired! HELP!  HELP!! HELP!!!

You Pray and try to be positive, but it feels like it does not seem to always work. Sometimes you just want to go to an isolated place and scream, just to get those feelings out. After that, you can hopefully think about your next step.

Any body ever feel this way?  Believe me the number is astounding! 

Working to pay bills and having nothing left to enjoy life or time with your family, A thought that enters many mines.

What can she do? What can we do?  

My only thought right now is to help each other whenever we can and sometimes when we think we can’t? 

Thanks for reading and listening Chit-Chatters.  Your thoughts are welcomed.

 

A Care Free Moment In Time

Good morning, Chit Chatters.

I was just driving along the Streets of Atlanta and saw two guys walking on the sidewalk eating chips and just bobbing, and dabbing and prancing as pretty as you please. One guy was black, wore a red shag hairdo, open shirt, short short blue jeans, and flip-flops. The white guy wore a plaid shirt, long blue jeans, dark blond looking hair, and sneakers. Both appearing just as happy as they could be on a beautiful sunny morning.

I was held up at a red light so as I watched, a thought crossed my mind and I just had to yell out the window “Hey—–y’all need to be in a movie” and the young white guy turned around, waved his hand across the air and said “That’s right child and we going to call it Sisters”. Then they continued their walk down the street. The black guy was prancing and the white guy was swaying. Hilarious. Not asking for anything. Not begging for anything. Just enjoying their moment and the world as it is. Dipping and dabbing and prancing and swaying to their own tune and to their own music. Not a care in the world.

Why am I telling this story?  I don’t know. Just a little chit chat about a care free moment in time. Have you ever watched a television station and heard the words “Characters welcome”. Well, these are definite characters for a movie. Welcome them.

Blogger Week 2017 Unconference Washington DC

Hey everybody. This weekend of August 11-13 was the fourth annual Blogger Week Unconference in Washington, DC. Presented by Black Bloggers Connect and founder Jessica Ann Mitchell-Aiwuyor, who just so happens to be my daughter. The unconference was held at Trinity University where flocks of bloggers gathered to mingle and meet bloggers from all over the country. I had the pleasure of attending for the fourth year and had a great time. The networking mixer was Friday evening at the Mule Bone hosted by The Black Public Relations Society of DC.

The Saturday Unconference was full of energy and excitement as attendees attended sessions of their choice about topics that would help them with their blog. Newbie bloggers as well as seasoned bloggers all flocked together to share their interest and ideas.

Sunday I attended the last event for Blogger Week 2017. This was a fashion show at the Ritz-Carlton held outside in a beautiful garden area they called “The Yard”. As I said, I had a great time and look forward to the Blogger Week events for next year!

Check out my photo at the mixer with Founder Jessica Aiwuyor

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The next photo is at the Unconference on Saturday with Dr. Shantella Y. Sherman, author of “In search Of Purity”

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Pictures from the fashion show at the Ritz Carlton

I had a ball at all the events!

Chit Chat Today

20170809_163659I like flea markets, yard sales, and thrift store shopping.  I like getting up early Saturday morning and following the signs to all the yard side specials.  However, I want to talk about the picture. I found this picture at a yard sale. When I looked at it, I said, that’s me. I immediately identified with the young lady relaxing and enjoying life. Stress free, time standing still, as she soaked in the pleasantry of the day. Look at her.  Relaxed. Just enjoying her “me time”. This is how I see me, at least this is how I’d like to see me. Hair back, feet up on the post, and maybe a glass of lemonade on the side. Just taking in the scene of everything around me. That’s me and I feel great! So I encourage you, I invite you to find your special place that relaxes you and help you to regenerate your soul and your mind as you conquer your day to day demands.

As I look at the picture and imagine myself relaxing, my mind wanders into the Chit Chat zone.  Idle chit-chat is easy, it’s calming, and it’s whatever pops into your head.  It will help keep your day on a positive note.

So let’s chit chat about little bits of nothing to help smooth out the rough edges of our day.

Welcome to Chit Chat Today!