Itook a while before blogging today as I was thinking of something either nice or funny being as it's Friday. But a series of events just lead me to blog about some people and their behavior. It's these people that I call pesty people and their offspring aka children Babe, Babae kids.
So go ahead and Ask me, Camp, where on earth did you come up wiht Babe, Babe Kids from. Babe, Babe kids goes back to a Black American sitcom of the early 90's. Can't remember the exact name of the sitcom or the actors who starred, but the children were always bad behaved, so the actor would always call them Babe Babe Kids. Most people who were teenager or young adults during that era, would know what I'm talking about. So when you are out and about and you hear the satement...... La Shondra and her damend babe-babe kids...you know you talking bout a black woman and her bad hehave little brats.
So move forward to today and a little history behind the events. Shortly after I moved to Arepaland, I meet this lady. We had shared some things in common and quickly became friends. One prominent thing we had in common, was that neither of us was tied down with children, so we and our spouses could up and go anywhere at anytime. Remember, the hubby and I have pickeney inna North trying to get some education and she and her hubby were childless and in the baby making business. At first it was an ideal situation for us.
Good no problem. Well last year, my dear friend gave birth to first child. Let's called the mom Sally and child Sally jr. note: All names have been changed to protect the guilty. No we got that disclaimer outta de way. So Sally has a child. Common sense and sensibilty would tell Sally that she can't run de streets nuh more, dat she have pickeney and need tuh stan home and mind said pickeney...but no, Sally think having child is fashion, and she wanna have child and stil run de streets like she ein got no responisbilities. Well I not condoning such actions. Going out wid Sally and Sally Jr. once or twice is sufficient, but not eva damend day, besides, I got things to do, a house to run and a husband tuh look after. and next thing, dey ein that much bout Arepaland tuh be runnin de damned streets all de time, not tuh mention how insecure it has become...But I digress.
Anyhow. apart from always running de streets, we have realized that Sally ein too nice a person. She has become selfish, self-centered and short of being a bitch. Yes, I said it and called another woman a bitch, but sometimes you have to call them as you see them. So I started to distance myself from Sally. Now before I go any further let me tell you that Sally is a white European woman, married to a colored man. He ein black, he ein white, he ein spanish, he colored. read between the lines people. Yes, that statement gonna come in handy later. So moving right along. Oh and BTW, he's one of the nicest, coolest, most down-to-earth people we have ever met. But Sally on the other hand, just plain selfish and and staight up annoying pestering person.
So I constantly complaining to the hubby about Sally and slowly he beggining to see her ways, so day by day, I limiting my interaction with her. but get this. Sally lives about two block over from where I live, so she has the annoying habit, of leaving her house without calling me and then coming and ringing my doorbell and inviting herself over. and if I don't answer the door, she asks the security gurad if I'm home or did I leave out.... some people got nerves yuh know. So being that I pay de rent bout hey, i answer the door, if and when I feel like, the same wid de phone. What is so difficult to pick up the phone, call a person and ask if it's convienent to visit. No, but I be at my place minding my own business, busy engaged in some kind of work and ding dong..doorbell, and sometime she rings for like 2 mins. sometimes she catches me off guard like when I'm waiting for a repairman or something like that. how damned annoying.
Anyhow so today, I decide, let me be nice and invite Sally to lunch, kill two birds with one stone, first stop her from ringing my bell and interrupting me, and second, I won't have to see her for a bit. So I call and we set a time for 12:30. Why then did Sally call me at 12:00 on the dot to ask me if I'm ready. No, Sally, I'm still doing something, and we made a date for 12:30. I'll be ready then. Lo n' behold at 12:29, my doorbell is ringing off the hook. Fine off to lunch we go with Sally Jr. in tow. Now Sally Jr. is a 1yr old, ein got teet one in her mouth, ein standing or walking and still eating mush food. Now this is where the Babe-Babe kid comes in.
We at the resturant. Sally Jr. is toucing and moving everything her eyes see. Sally decides that Sally Jr. won't say in the pram and therefore, she got to sit all over the people table and trouble everything. mom refuses to settle Sally Jr. down. Bread sticks come and Babe-Babe kid has everything smushed on the table..and it's all good with mom. Food is ordered. mom decides, that she'll hold babe-babe kid in one hand and attempt to eat a steak with the other. impossible. so finding out that such a feat was unattainable, she ask me to cut the steak for her. so now I'm waiter cuttin stake for mom. Put the damned child down in she stroller and eat your food. Teach de child some discipline. OK... after being embrassed the whole time, everything is all over the table and what's not on the table is on the floor, Babe-babe kid still not settled down, so mom promptly interrupts our lunch and go and play with Sally Jr. in a lounge area nearby. Sally Jr. crawling all over the people place and keeping bare noise. Babe-babe kid-determined that she gonna do her own thing. I was never so flabbergasted at the whole scenario.
First thing that came to mind, if that was a black child, them people in de resturant would had we outta day and de customers would be talking all kinds ah smack. But in de first place a black parent wouldn't let dem child carry on so. Two slaps in she tail and she gonna sit in that stroller and play wid she toys till I take she up again. But den again I digress. so my afternoon was spent in agnony with a pesty, selfish parent and she babe-babe kid. I was never so flad when we called for the check and left. As soon as e parted, I immediately called the hubby and told him, never again am I torturing my dignity to go out with Pesty mom and Babe-babe kid. I don't know how the husband handles it. and she complains about everything that don't comform to her and her Sally Jr.
So now I've vented for the day. Enjoy your weekend and controll wunna Babe-babe kids.