Georgia On My Mind

What’s up blogland? How the hell have ya’ll been? Sorry that I’ve been gone for so long, but a little life got in the way and blogging was the last thing on my mind. But, a childhhod story came to mind and I just had to tell ya’ll about it.

Yesterday I received a wedding invitation to a cousin’s wedding for this November and I laughed so hard when I opened it that my husband thought I had gone bonkers. Before receiving that wedding invitation, she and I had not spoken nor had any contact since we were 10 years old. Lemme tell ya why.

I was born and raised in NYC, but my family is from the south. Mom’s fam is from Aiken, SC and dad’s fam is from Augusta, GA. Aiken and Augusta are spitting distance from each other, so every summer my parents and I drove “down south”. We stopped in Aiken for 4 days, then continued on to Augusta to spend a week there. After that, my parents would head back to NY and I’d stay for another 3 weeks. Ya know, getting to know the kinfolk. The cousin in question, let’s call her Too Fly, and I are the same age. We are both spoiled only children and when together, we were either best friends or sworn enemies. The summer of 1986, we turned 10 and we were sworn enemies. Our feud had begun a few days after I arrived and I can’t remember the beginning. I can’t recall why it started, but the ending is quite vivid.

It was 2 weeks into my 3 week stay and the heat in Augusta was unbearable. When I was in town, Too Fly and I stayed with her grandparents (my Great Uncle and Aunt). By the time my Great Auntie cooked our breakfast and put us out the house for the day, it was already 100 degrees and humid as hell. We ran to the backyard to play. My Great Uncle was a construction worker and his specialty was laying bricks. So, behind the house was always a huge pile of bricks. This particular morning, I suggested that we build a house and Too Fly agreed. She offered to work on the front and I agreed to work on the back.

For hours in the hot sun, we were lifting, dragging and stacking bricks to make our version of a house. We took a break when my Auntie brought out sandwiches and fresh brewed iced tea. Working on the house together made our feud seem silly. As with most childhood fights, by the end of lunch, we were the best of friends. We continued working, chatting and making big plans for our house. We were going to use her Wonder Woman blanket in our shared bedroom. We planned to pick wild flowers from the field by the house to decorate. Big, big plans.

When we each finally yelled that we were finished, we were so elated that we hugged and spun around in a circle. Then she ran to the back to check out my work and I ran to the front to check out her work. As I rounded the corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. You see, Too Fly was skinny, and ya girl TDJ was chubby. She was Kenny/”BUD” to my Peter (circa The Cosby Show). Ya’ll understand? Or she could play Ricky to my Doughboy (circa Boyz in the Hood). Let me tell ya’ll what she did. She made the front door teeny weeny small. I mean, so small that she was going to have to enter sideways, while holding her breath. So obviously, I wasn’t going to even come close to getting in that little house.

My little eyes began to tear and I called out to her and she came running.

Me: Too Fly, why’d you make the door so small? I can’t get in the house.
Too Fly: Oops! Sorry fatty. You can’t get in, but I can.

Then she skipped over to the doorway and slid inside, then back out. She repeated this about a million times while chanting, “I’M IN. I’M OUT. I’M IN. I’M OUT.

Well folks, something inside me snapped. (Do ya’ll watch that show “Snapped” on the Oxygen channel? I love it. Check it out.) Growing up as a chubby child, I’d experienced my share of name calling from kids at school and neighborhood kids that I didn’t know well. But, never had a friend or family member made fun at my expense. When I say, I snapped ya’ll, I mean it. I blame it on the hot Georgia sun and the 5 pounds of sugar in that sweet tea. I sprinted over to the doorway of that little brick house and the next time Too Fly slid inside yelling, “I’M IN”, I pushed with both hands and all my strength. That little brick house toppled over and her skinny ass was at the bottom of the pile! Then I yelled, “NOW STAY IN!”

So, in hindsight, I realize that I could have killed the girl. But, it was purely in self defense, your honor! I was defending myself against an evil, bratty, skinny cousin. As Too Fly cried out in pain and shock, Auntie came shuffling out the house to see what the commotion was and I took off inside to call my personal angel. I grabbed the telephone and dialed the operator. When she picked up, I said, “Operator, I need to make a collect call to my grandmother.” Once my call was connected and my grandmother picked up the phone, the floodgates opened. “Grandma! I don’t like Too Fly, I don’t like Georgia and I want to come home. Please make my parents come get me or I’m just gonna die.”

Grandma Diva rules with an iron fist and nobody better mess with her oldest granddaughter. Ya’ll know my daddy showed up the next morning right? *lol* She called, he listened and then he hopped in the car and drove all night to be there when I woke up. I was already packed, because I knew that my Grandma would not let me down. My daddy and my Auntie talked a bit and then it was time to hit the road. Too Fly waved from the porch, as our car drove away. She looked like the walking wounded with a busted, fat lip, three band aids on her face, six on her arms and 4 on her legs. I waved back and giggled softly.

We never spoke again and I haven’t been back to Georgia since. Hubby and I might pack up and head to her wedding. I promise to leave the bricks at home.


19 thoughts on “Georgia On My Mind

  1. LMAO im in, im out!!!

    I can not only see that…but feel ur rage as u pushed her and the bricks fell.


    And i woulda done the same thing *sniggle*

    what a story.

  2. Hey, what did she expect….she started it! lol

    I probably would have thrown a brick at her back. I could be such an evil little so-in-so when I was younger.

    Great post, glad to see you’re back.

  3. ROFLMAO!!!!!

    This story was sooooooo funny that I am over here in tears!!!! Girl, you are absolutely hi-la-rious! This is my 3rd time stopping by your blog (via CreoleinDC) and each time I have thoroughly enjoyed your writing creativity. I remember the post office drama one and the one when that man cut your yard withOUT a lawn mower!!!!!! Funny stuff indeed… I hope you have fun at the wedding, this is one reunion that we all will be waiting to hear about! 😉

  4. OMG!! Welcome back..Great story. Don’t stay away so long next time. Between “Ain’t no slip, ain’t no package” and “I’m in I’m out” girl you are Ha-freaking-larouis!!!

  5. LAWD HAVE MERCY!!!! LMAO.. GIRL that is too funny!!! and why before I got to it I said I bet you she tore down the house.. LOL not realizing you threw her into it and it fell down on her!!! hahahaaaaa

    Well make sure you leave the bricks at home and errr WELCOME BACK!!!!

    I am sure things went extremely well 🙂

  6. It’s great of you to put the past behind and attend her wedding. I hope you’ll both enjoy catching up with each other.

  7. Glad you’re back! And with a bang, too!

    LMAO! I just knew you kicked down her house, too, not shoved her through it! LOLOL. I felt your rage. Having been teased for being tall and skinny, I know it hurts. And from a family member it hurts more.

    Take one brick as a reminder. She makes one false move, show it to her. That’ll get her back in line! LOL.

  8. Holy Crap! A post!!!!

    I woulda pushed her little evil skinny ass in too! Mighta sat on the pile too for good measure.

    And don’t listen to them nuts above. Leave the damn bricks at home!

    Hey look! I got an eye twin!

  9. Welcome back! That was hilarious. I remember fighting with my cousin who is a year and a half older then me like dogs and cats. We’ve made up since childhood and I attended his wedding :-).

  10. Welcome back, TDJ!!! I’ve MISSED you!!!

    This story reminds me of my summers with my paternal grandmother and cousins in Shubuta/Quitman, MS. I used to get sooooo mad when they would try to see who was the darkest or lightest. I was always the darkest and was always made fun of. Hated that mess! To this day, I want to freakin’ YELL and kick somebody when they say I’m pretty for a dark skinned girl. Like I’m the exception to the cute rule. Anyway…I laughed out loud when you said “Now stay in!” LAWD!!!

  11. That was deep but hilarious at the same time. But sis, as a fat child I feel your pain really I do I could go on forever. That hurt and I probably would have done the same if not worst.

    But its like now as we are adults we look back and laugh at those things, and honor them for how they shaped us. I think a reunion would be great, yall could catch up and such……..

    Keep me posted…

  12. Haha! Not only did you cave the house in, but you delivered lines, “NOW STAY IN!”

    And this line “So, in hindsight, I realize that I could have killed the girl” is also hilarious to me.

    Great story. Funny that after all this time she invited you to her wedding. You’ll have to post on how the reunion went.

  13. Hey girl,
    I’m finally back and yours is the first blog i hit because you were last to leave me a note! 🙂
    Great story as always. I totally feel you as I was the chubster amongst my cousins as a child too. i got teased by everyone! She was wrong so hopefully you teached her she shouldn’t do hurtful things like that to people. Perhaps she’s grown up and forgiven you, or perhaps she just wants a gift (as i’ve found with many who send wedding invites and you’re thinking “we’re not even friends!”. Well, she is family…

    Hope you’re not MIA again! 🙂

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