Hey Mayor!

I think I have writer's block, or blog writing apathy or something. I've just not been compelled to write anything lately. And I'm not alone, 'cause on my list of favorite blogs, a good half of you have posts up that are at least a months old- or close to it:

Nic's still talking about old Irish people fuckin' in a Starbucks, Nizzle's still ranting about how shitty mainstrean music is these days, No Fear is still wondering if she's shallow for not being attracted to a guy shorter than her (and for the record- NO), Eyechan is STILL revelling about his trip(s) and New Year's Eve celebration (and for the record- I'm still jealous), Kiyotoe is still pondering the world's issues and his role in solving them (yeah good luck with that), The Counselor is still in love with Obama (and his adorable ears), Neely's still molesting dead adults as she becomes a doctor in order to molest live adults, and Woozie's FINALLY graduated high school!!!! What's it been, 6...7 years? (Congratulations by the way).

Summer's here and I have no excuse for neglecting my online diary, so if I get more than a few of these in before August, I'll have accomplished a lot. So with that....

....I think I offended the Mayor of Atlanta today. No seriously, and if I did, I don't blame her for being offended. When I was younger my grandmother would always encourage us to ask questions of people whenever she took us out. Normally I'd have nothing to ask- either because a) I was too shy and timid to ask or b) I just didn't have shit to ask, and I think that always disappointed my Nana. Some things just don't change....

Michelle is out of the country with her other daughter for the next two weeks travelling Greece and Germany and wherever else she's going (can you tell I'm bitter!). J just graduated high school (congratulations J) and is moving on the help save the planet- and dammit we need more people like that! So while they're over there seeing all the beautiful things across the pond(including my old friend Nick the Greek) I'm spending that time with Naimah. Now don't get me wrong, we are having a great time in between the tantrums and the Daddy, I wants, but let's just say that I have a newfound appreciation of single parents! Today I stuck Naimah in a stroller and walked to the grocery store to get some things. Out the corner of my eye I see this woman walk through the sliding glass doors:

Shirley Franklin, esteemed mayor of Atlanta accompanied by her body guard/personal assistant/bed buddy. She's actually someone I like as mayor, she seems, seems to have the city's best interests at heart. We're walking towards her, she's walking towards us and now, I mentally revert back to the days where my Nana would encourage us to ask important, intelligent questions of people. The first thing that comes into my head as the gap between us closes is that I need to talk to her, ask her about the state of education in Atlanta, complain, argue, debate- SOMETHING, but no good question pops in my head (hell it's summer time- I ain't thinking about them kids!!!!)

So she makes a b-line for the pharmacy to get some aspirin, and as we approach her, she looks up at me with a genuine smile and we make eye contact. The moment has arrived, and I'm about to have an important conversation with the first female mayor of Atlanta, someone who could use my words as inspiration to change the course of the city's education system and here's what comes out of my mouth as we pass:

"MAYYYYYYOR!!! How are you?"

She politely said, "I'm good and you?"

I simply reply, "I'm good"- and strolled off to join the line at the cashier wondering to myself...

Wow, I really had nothing to say.....Hmmmm, should I have said Madam Mayor instead?

I think that would definitely qualify as a Homer Simpson moment....