It's Actually 10 Months

About 20 minutes ago, my post Sports Center siesta was broken up by my cell phone ring. Seeing that it was my good friend Testimony and knowing I wasn't that unconscious, I actually answered the call eschewing my recent no-morning phone call rule. We had talked extensively at work yesterday as I updated her on the changes to the whole organization. I thought maybe she had a follow up question of some sort.

Instead, she greeted me as Uncle Adam and proceeded to tell me that she is expecting. Already she is eight or nine weeks. Which is exactly around the time of her wedding, that I happened to pseudo-coordinate. In the midst of the success of "Knocked Up", has my generation taken the message to heart? Or am I just freaking out because I am getting to the age where people actually settle down and start having babies?

It seemed an anomaly to me when my former college roommate got married and had a child two years ago. When Principessa Bella had her son this year, almost a year to date from her marriage vows, it seemed like everyone in my age group was having babies. On my two trips to my aunt's church, I've been greeted with the sights of college friends who followed through with their sweethearts and have happy mini families or at least expecting them. And seeing my godsister's three babes was incredible when seven years ago, her wedding was the first time I felt like a grown-up.

Now Banana is becoming more open about her own pregnancy now that she is visibly showing. In October, she actually learns what sex the child will be. It just seems crazy to me that my peer circle is having children. These aren't family friends or random older children of church folk. People I had class with, sang in choir with, went to bars with, are reproducing! Have I really been denying that life has been going on around me this badly? Am I really this old? Should I be sad that I am in no position to have one now?

In a way I am sad. Or maybe disappointed. It would be nice to be settled and know that I was that secure in a relationship to actually bring life in this world. But lately I've come to realize that I am not that secure in myself so it is all for the best. Eventually I hope to ohave my own, but for now I'll practice honing my eye for baby clothes.
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Now playing: Black Star - Astronomy (8th Light)

Things We Learned On The Ride Home

- I do not like the feel of old people's skin upon me, especially when they are asleep and the environment is producing a slight sheen on each of our skin

- Black people love barbecue sauce (including me)

- People can get aggravated by things that have absolutely no bearing on their lives whatsoever. And then get so worked up over it they speak on it, even though plausible resolutions will have no change to their lives whatsoever.

- People also have trouble letting things slide when the person saying such things has absolutely no bearing on their own lives and speaking back on it is a waste of time and energy.

- Having "una cara linda" is simply not enough to holla at a young lady. It's all about "presentacion."

- I do not get to wear my Betty Crocker T-Shirt often enough

Milk Street Zoo

Yeah I was trying to fulfill some sort of household duty by retrieving our empty trash cans from the middle of the road. But as I stepped out, I was greeted by the barks of some disturbed dog. I looked around to locate, but was unable to determine if I was in serious danger of a rabid mutt. Just as I gave up on worrying if my death was imminent, a fine looking golden retriever just walked up the street like he owned it. Then he was politicking with the stray cat across the street. Another stray moved up the block. Then the barks of the first one set off another one that sounded like it wasn't even coming from our block.

So that's it. I live in a zoo.