Romance and ish like that...

Romance means different things to different people...takes different things to get us in the mood...

me, sometimes...I be on that hood ish for real...tell me how you want to beat it up and slap me on the azz...that's romance...I'm wit Black Ty...you know we be tearing it up, breaking stuff, that ghetto love...I don't know about you...but these lyrics right here...that's romance at it's best, ha!

I'll be obliged
if you step outside
because my ride is awaitin
our date an
of steak an
a night cap
we matin
awakin
by smells of perfume that I inhale
and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
satin sheets
heat from your feet keep me warm
The mood is perfected with the sounds from the storm
You came stronger
I lasted longer
Than I've ever lasted
your mouth was fantastic
the fuk test
you passed it
the way you made a nigga laugh
I had to getcha
and when I saw that ass pass
I had to hit cha
ya makin me fight against my will
What must I do?
[Would ya kill for me?]
Yeah if my life in danger too
[Even steal for me?]
Yeah if that shit belongs to you
[Then feel for me?]
Yeah if the way you act is true
Who knows
fine clothes
Lexus doors you'll be closin
when you become one of the chosen...

1...2...

So…

I heated up my leftovers at 1:45 pm…then he hit me up at 2pm, asking if I was in the mood for a late lunch…

I am not feeling well…think I am coming down with something…have not been taking the allergy tablets like I should…and I was not feeling my best…so I hit him up and let him know that I was already eating, and working through lunch.

Around 4:30 my phone rings…it’s him…asking me how I was doing…the conversation ended with him making some phone calls to look into a car for me (I am in the market for a VW Passat).

So…still no lunch plans…but the negro is car shopping for me…

On another note…

#1….because “lunch date” is actually in the #2 position right now...he just don’t know it…so I spent some QT time with #1…late Saturday night, early Sunday morning…however you want to call it…it wasn’t face-to-face…he’s traveling on business…so we have to work with what we have for the moment. The thing is…I can go without talking to #2, and I’m good…but I actually miss #1 when I go a day, two, or three without talking to him…

A friend said that I get the intellectual stimulation from #1 and the physical from #2…maybe so…but I am physically attracted to #1…trust…and I have connected with #2 on a level beyond the physical (apparently since we have not been physically intimate)…I just feel a dilemma coming on…options are always good…but I have a feeling someone is going to get hurt here…possibly me…with that being said…I am still keeping my options open…I don’t have an exclusive relationship with either…I have not even gone on a “date” with either…so, right now…I mean…may the best man win…but then again...is it best to have options, when they are both viable options?

And on a completely different note…

I was at the white party on Friday, when my homeboy walked by. I met him freshman year of college…he was a few years older. He’s been married for a minute, and the past few times I have seen him, he is giving his whoa is me sob story because his wife is insecure and has trust and jealousy issues…Now, he usually greets us with hugs, but all we got was this awkward wave as he kept it moving…my friend said, “Oh, so that’s all I get?” To which he replied, “Let me get something to drink first”. So…I am thirsty and I want a sprite…don’t feel like going to the bar, so I say, “Hey, bring me a sprite.” He keeps going…did not acknowledge my request, so I call out after him by name. “(insert name) get me a sprite”. He turns around and replies…mind you, we are now standing a good five feet from each other…

“I can’t do that, I can’t do shit…I got my wife with me”.

I am looking at his stupid azz like wtf?!

So later, I guess he calls himself putting me in my place…

“Yo, you can’t be doing that?”

Me being me…I laid into his stupid behind…

“How in the hell was I supposed to know your wife was with you. We were not fuking then, we are not fuking now, and we will not be fuking in the future…but you made us look real suspect with that little scene. I don’t need anyone’s wife in my face with some bullshit. I guess my expectations of you are too high…I expect you to always act the same with me…so if your wife has a problem with you giving women hugs, and buying them sprites when she is with you…then you shouldn’t do it when she is NOT with you”.

“I see what you’re saying, but you don’t understand my situation…everything I do is suspect…you don’t understand.”

“I guess I don’t”…and that was the end of that.

Men.

Pissing on Trees

He extended a dinner invite, which turned into lunch plans…which he canceled an hour before we were supposed to meet…

He was hosting a white party that evening, and I knew I would see him there…and I knew I would be looking damn fly.

I wore a white pencil skirt, that hugged the azz just right, had on a white button down (with the peek-a-boo) cleavage, and a wide black belt around the waist to break up all the white…with large gold hoop earrings, a black sateen clutch, and my black and gold peep toe sling-backs (pictured here). I always feel sexy, but I was in overdrive this evening…

The party started at nine, we got there around ten…normally would not be in the house until eleven, but they stopped serving the free Ciroc then, and my friend was trying to get her $20 worth.

I decide to go the ladies room to adjust myself…had a slight wardrobe malfunction getting out the car…well, my entire right boob decides to pop out of my undergarment…just as the parking attendant was approaching, lol. (This happened later that night while on the dance floor too).

So, I am on my way to the ladies room just to give myself a look over and refresh the gloss…when I see him approaching…looking sexy as hell in his white pants, button down shirt, and white vest with thin pink pinstripes…

“You look good.” he says through a smile as he hugs me. “What are you up to?”

“Going to the ladies room right now”, thinking…damn that smile, I wanted to be mad at him for cancelling, but he was just looking too good for me to care at the moment…

“What are you up to?” he asks again.

“At the moment, I am going to the ladies room.” As I walk off.

I go back out and catch up with my friends, in the same spot I left them…by the bar, lol.

I have a clear view of him standing on the corner of the dance floor…I take off to make my rounds, to see what else is going on in the spot…I approach him, intending to walk past him, when he reaches out and takes my hand…drawing me into him…

“You’re looking good.”

Ha, I’m thinking…this is the second time he’s said that…

“Thank you and you’re looking nice yourself.”

“What have you been up to?”

I wanted to say…cussing your flakey azz out for cancelling on me at the last minute…but I do not want him to know I am the bit phased.

So I reply with, “Working hard and I am kinda tired and sleepy now”

“You better drink a red bull” I hear him say as I walk off.

The night goes on, and I am having a good time…actually trying to stay away from him because the last thing I want is for him to think I am watching him…although I caught him watching me on a few occasions.

The first time being as I approached my homeboy, his business partner…it was beginning to get a lil' warm in the place, and “e” said I was hot only because I had just been hugged by him, to which I responded, I was already hot before you touched me, and shimmied as I walked off…

Yeah, I caught him eyeing me during that entire exchange.

My girl, was like…”He is all up in your shit, I can tell by the way he’s looking at you”.

Well…I know I was looking good…and he was up in my shit as my girl stated…but I don’t know what led to this…

I am standing on the dance floor, front and center…

This negro walks up to me, in a public place, in a room filled with people that we both know…says “Hey pretty lady”, as he rubs his hand across my azz…while kissing me on the cheek then on the neck…

Now…this caught me completely off guard…I looked up at the chick standing across from me and she had this “I ain’t mad atcha smirk” on her face…I mean, the man is fione!

But in the moment…I don’t think I was flattered or turned on…I was more so puzzled…

What was the motivation behind that?

Was this negro pissing on trees?

I mean, the biatches are not going to care, if anything that will only motivate them to be in his face even more, because they want an azz rub too, lol…and the negros well, they might be like, “Aww, my bad, I did not realize that was you man.”

And if so, why did he feel the need to do that? Why do men do that?

We ain’t fuking, but his body language throughout the night would have told a different story…

Hmmm…

Oh yeah, and we are supposed to be rescheduling lunch…

We shall see.

k-spot Flashback: 2 for 1

This time two years ago, I had an pestilence issue...things got pretty bad, I was considering packing my bags and leaving my home of 4 years...glad that it's all behind me now, only a memory...thought I would share my traumatic experience with my new blog friends...

Somebody's Watching Me!

When is it crossing the line of being a friendly neighbor to just down right stalker?

This guy moved into the apartment next to me this past May. The first time I saw him was on Labor Day walking up the stairs as I was going down, with baby mama and kids in tow. After this occurrence, I noticed that he would open his door as I was approaching the top of the stairs, peep out, and then abruptly close the door (probably because I was giving him one of my “What the hell do you want" looks). About a month ago on a Friday at approximately 10:30pm , he opened the door as I was approaching the top of stairs tugging groceries. He said “I knocked on your door last night but I guess you were not home”. I then gave him my “why in the hell are you knocking on my door" look and he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to make sure that his music was not that loud because some one had complained. I informed him that if it were too loud I would let him know, and then he proceeded to try to make small talk. But actually all he succeeded to do was weird me out. He informed me that he has been watching my coming and goings and that he has noticed I am never home. He also made a comment about my friend, Calvin who was with me the first day I saw him with baby mama and kids in tow. I gave him this look of bewilderment because I forgot all about that day and was trying to recall what he was talking about…so he pretty much took that as “Calvin could not have been my man”. I was trying to be neighborly and had a brief conversation with him, but I had a handful of groceries that I needed to put away, so I politely excused myself and went inside my apartment. 5 mins later I hear a knock on my door, I am on the phone with my mother and I let her know that she is not to hang up…I answer the door and of course it’s my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) asking me if I have a burner. I am now giving him my “Yeah, but you can’t borrow it” look and he then says “Oh no, I don’t want to use it, I just have a lot of cd’s and you can come over and see if there are any you would like to burn”. I gave him a thumbs up, waved good-bye and closed the door.


Since this first incident HWSRN has knocked on my door on several occasions. He has even gone as far as asking me if I work 2 jobs because I never seem to be at home. He has invited me over several times to watch movies, but the problem is he waits until an inappropriate hour to knock on my door, and he always seems to have an alcoholic beverage in hand. I’ve asked if I could borrow the movie when he’s done, but this does not seem to be acceptable…he wants me to step inside his space to watch ATL…I don’t even like TI, so my thought to that is Hell to the Naw! I do not find this brotha attractive and he is really weirding me out. Brotha even asked me if I would go to the new spot in town if he paid my cover, and had the nerve to tell me that I am not black “my skin is, but not on the inside”, because I am not attracted to his gold fronts and raggedy azz Cadillac! On my first encounter with HWSRN he told me that “I looked out of his league and he was afraid to talk to me” Well, I don’t know when he drank his cup of courage (maybe that’s why he always has the alcohol in hand when knocking on my door), but he was right, I am out of his league, and I really do need him to leave me alone. My friends tell me not to open the door, but I really do not want homeboy to start acting crazy and overly aggressive. Stalking is not going to make me come around, but it may force me to have to get a restraining order!

Hopefully HWSRN is not Internet savvy and has not found his way to my blog!

Here is a video in dishonor of HWSRN....



Bug-A-Boo!
Ok, if you read the last post you know that my neighbor (Who Shall Remain Nameless) has become somewhat of a nuisance. However, last night homeboy took the insanity to an all time high. Today is apparently his birthday, and for some reason he got it in his head that I would want to spend the day with him. He knocked on my door this past Thursday (I had only been home from work like 15mins)and I did not answer. Last night around 9pm I left my apartment, and when I returned at 11:30 pm I hear "Hi Neighbor". This all too familiar voice seemed to come from behind the bushes. I turned around to see HWSRN standing in the pool area (I always park near the pool. He was sitting out by the pool waiting for me to return home. He mentioned that he looked out his window and did not see my car anymore. He then informed me that he knocked on my door the other day, and had the nerve to say that he did not knock again because he did not want to be a bug-a-boo. Well to late "You a bug-a-boo...you buggin who...you buggin me and you know it ain't cool."

Well, apparently HWSRN took it upon himself to buy 2 tickets to Schlitterbahn Waterpark for the day. He assumed that I wanted to get in a car with him, take an hour and a half ride, and spend the day with him because it is his birthday. Stop the Insanity!

k-spot Flashback

If you go back in the archives, you will find this post from a year ago today...

I thought I would revisit it...seems a bit fitting considering some of the male-female banter I have been a party to recently...

Woman Seeking Man

Woman Seeking Man, but not any ol’ man will do. Unless you fit the following criteria please do not respond…

You must be…

Intelligent, Honest, Trustworthy, Passionate, Compassionate, Ambitious, Determined, Loving, Sharing , Humorous, Creative, Stylish, Respectful (of self and others), Faithful…Oh…and you must love Football!

I want a man that wants me…not the idea of me. You must realize that my world does not and will not revolve around you, but that does not mean you are not important in my life. You must realize I have my own dreams and aspirations and your support is needed, wanted, and expected…sometimes I need a cheerleader too. You have to understand that both of us have to give 100% in order to build…no 50/50 here. Sometimes I might need you to do something you may not want to…are you willing to make that compromise for me? So what, we have differences, that’s what makes life interesting…I would be bored if we were exactly the same, however, you must be willing to experience new things, understand that our differences is what makes us special. It’s ok if you’re hip-hop and I’m R&B…you can’t have one without the other. You must be willing to sit and chill with my family all day because it’s important to me. You must be willing to make a complete fool of yourself if it will bring a smile to my face…don’t want a man that takes himself too seriously. You must be willing to pray with me, and for me. You have to understand that I come with issues for I am not perfect…but neither are you. You must realize that I like what I like, and just because I don’t share your opinion, does not mean I don’t honor and respect it. You must realize that sometimes I will become frustrated and upset with you…but that does not mean that my feelings have changed. Will you call me before you go to bed just because you want to hear my voice? Will you sit with me in silence just because you want to share my space and time? It’s the little things that count, and I am well worth the effort!

Can you accept me…my differences, my quirks, my faults…those things that make me me? I expect a lot from those close to me…do you think you can handle the responsibility? If you meet the minimum qualifications for this position, then your response is welcomed…otherwise, please don’t respond.

Copyright © 2007 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.

The Walls Around Us

Secretive? Guarded? Both were used to describe me today…

The first could possibly mean a lack of trust? But who am I not trusting? The situation or the person?

I think that one reason I tend to be guarded, is because everyone always tend to a form an opinion…good or bad, and sometimes I am just not wanting to have to listen to other’s opinions on the situation. I guess I feel, that if you open up, you open yourself to ridicule.

Other times I just don’t flat out trust you…can’t trust that you will not try to manipulate things for your favor…or to hurt me…misery does love company.

Another reason that I chose to not disclose all, is because some people automatically want to think the worst…they automatically assume that you're acting with malicious intent...or that someone you're close to is purposely trying to hurt you. They see the worst in everyone…not just me…others...they see the worst in themselves, in everyone close to them…and sometimes these same folks that want to see the worst in those close to them, come to the defense and/or aid of someone they barely know…that barely knows them.

But most importantly…I think that the reason that I choose to keep certain things to self, is because not all is meant to be shared…some things are best kept to self…if there is anything to tell, it will be revealed in due time.

So, should I not mention anything? If I have to be vague about the situation, I guess it is probably best for me not to mention it at all.

At the end of the day…it’s my happiness, my trust, my feelings that are on the line.

And right now, I am just not ready to take the risk…way too much at stake.

The Pimp In Me

I have been in a bit of a funk…

Something funny…I was listening to J Holiday the other night…as he sang…

Girl, the pimp in me just died…said it died…it died…

So, I change my IM Status to…The pimp in me just died…

But here’s the funny thing…

I had a few people hit me up on IM asking about my status, “The pimp in me just died”…

What is that supposed to mean? Are you ok?

And the hater friend who said “Girl, you know you’re not a pimp”

I don’t think I have ever had more than one person react to a status message…and I have had some pretty ridiculous ones, lol.

So I just laughed it off, and let them know it was nothing…I was just listening to a song by J Holiday…blah, blah, blah…

But that was not all true, it was something…I have been in a bit of a funk lately…some of it is business stuff, some of it is family stuff, and some of it is man stuff…it’s the man stuff on top of the other stuff that really sent me over the edge…

Now at the time, the status message seemed fitting…I went from having two strong starters, and a good back up… to cutting the roster down to one…

I have one dude that I have been playing “reindeer games” with (shouts out to my girl) since, this time last year…and nothing has developed…but for some reason…he always draws me back in…

Then I have the other who although I have known for several years, just really came into my life a few months back… I find myself wanting to give to him…my time, my body, my soul…my inner thoughts…he has done in just a few months what some have not been able to do in years…earn my trust...get over the wall…I am already acting with him in mind…I must admit…my head is all MESSED up! He has been demanding of me and my time…although he does not have much time to give himself…and when I say demanding…I mean…he has very high expectations of me…which is cool, because I have the same level of expectations of him…but…he also wants to just come in and start running things, assert his control as the “man”…that’s what it ain’t…you at least got to put it down before you try to come in and regulate…I’m just saying…

I have yet to be physically intimate with either…which I am ok with, but on the other hand I am NOT ok with! They are both very attractive men …One of them is probably the sexiest, most handsome man I have EVER laid eyes on…he did try to kiss me, but I backed away, twice…I mean, he was still officially someone’s husband at the time…that’s the last time he has attempted to be in my space…he extends lunch invitations and never follows through…suggests we hang out together if we are going to be at the same social gathering, yet barely has to words to say to me when he sees me…I had pretty much chunked him the deuce…and now…he has extended a dinner invite…

So here I am…I have the attention of two handsome, intelligent, successful, black men…yet, I don’t feel as though I really have their attention. So far shit has been done on their terms…and that’s so not me…

I am about to make them work...

See usually, I tend to be high maintenance borderline difficult, sometimes just downright mean…I have been trying to work on that...trying to grow in that regard…trying to bury the hot headed, sharp tongued bitch...but they are about to bring her back out...seems like men like her better anyway…or at least she elicits the desired results. They are about to make me use the pimp hand, lol.

Oh, and don’t let me run into the back up…he might need to be bumped up to a starter as well. ;)

Might need to consider picking up a free-agent too.

The pimp has been revived.

I'm ill!

Yeah…I know, I need to update this thing.

A lot of pressing issues on my mind, but I think I will just share the random ish with you today.

Weddings annoy me…why do you ask? I will tell you why…because I end up having to come out of pocket and spend money because someone else decides they want to spend the rest of their lives together…that’s that bull. If I do go there…I ain’t registering for ish…I mean, if I want you to share in my day, I should not expect something in return…went to a wedding this past weekend, I brought the bride a spa gift certificate to cover some of her expenses…you know…mani, pedi, wax…I mean, to me, that’s more useful than a damn bag of towels. My brother is getting married in the “H” this weekend…he ain’t getting shit…I did not get a formal invitation, so he does not get a gift…not to mention, he waited until the last minute to tell us when /where the ceremony was going down…I did not plan to return to Houston until closer to the the end of the August…now I am heading down this weekend…which is all good…I mean…there is someone (oops I mean things) I can do while in town…but seriously. Weddings make me grumpy.

He said I’m off the chain…if he only really knew. *winks*

I don’t own any sexy lingerie…it’s all functional…I mean what’s the point? It’s only going to end up thrown in a corner behind the chair anyway…butt naked and heels seems to work for me…no complaints yet, no man has ever bought me panties as a gift…I try to go without them whenever possible…I would rather wear his button down with the 4inch stilettos anyway…

Now…my 9 yr old niece…she’s off the chain…I had a conversation with her about a week back…the news was on and she could hear the male newscaster in the background…the conversation went something like this…

“Aunt Keli, is someone there with you”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, K…I am sure. Why would I be on the phone with you if someone was here, that’s rude.”

“Because maybe you have something to tell us.” (She had me on speaker)

“Tell you like what?”

“I dunno, I’ve been hearing something about a wedding. Are you getting married?”

“NO! K. I am not getting married. Why would you think that?”

“I dunno, I mean, you should get married while you are still young *whispers under her breath* a little.”

“What was that you said at the end?”

“Nothing”

“No, you were bad enough to say it, be bold enough to repeat it.”

“Well, you should get married while you are still young…a little.”

“What do you mean young a little. You are right, I am still young…”

“A little.”

Ugh! She better be glad I love her. Then this weekend, she has the nerve to ask, “Aunt Keli, have you always been single?”

“Little girl, why are you so worried about my marital status?”

“Ummm…I kinda want an uncle”

And on that note…I am done! All this marriage talk has made be a bit ill.

Keli’s Rules for Wearing Heels

1. Always keep it sexy…comfort must always be sacrificed for style. If it the heel ain’t at least 3.5 inches…there is nothing I can do with it…not even worth buying…I need at least 4 to 4.5 inches…heels people, heels…other wise that number is doubled. *winks*

2. Please moisturize your situation…I know that lotion can sometimes make things slip and slide…but there is no excuse to have crusty dusty feet stuffed into some fly shoes. Grease them dawgs and put you on some socks…that will help some of that dissolve into the skin…it burns me up to see a woman in a pair of sexy open toe heels…feet looking like sand dunes...oh...and chipped toe nail polish is also a negative.

3. Taps are necessary…if it falls off, either get it replaced or retire the shoe. If your heels look like Spot got a hold of it and used it as a chew toy…it’s time to let those go…if your heels are turned over, leaning like the tower in Italy…well…I think you should not be wearing heels in the first place!

4. Buy the right size…if the shoe does not come in half sizes…go the next size up…never go down…heels hanging and toes dragging are never a good look. Also, feet stuffed in a two tight pair of shoes is not the bigness…feet all swollen, looking like you have bed baking in your shoe. (yes, Steph…I stole your line, lol).

5. Always have a pair of flip flops and a back up pair of shoes in the car (or in your emergency bag)…just in case the pain is unbearable. Shoes are like panties…you should always have a spare pair. Also, I never drive in my heels…that’s why I keep a pair of flip flops in the car…driving in heels is the quickest way to tear them up.

6. Cheap is good…I like a good sale…I love a good bargain…but I just can’t do pleather plastic shoes, with faux wood, faux cork, or faux anything…I’m allergic.

7. The Drop Test!

I bring the shoes home from the store…and before I decide to keep them…they must pass the drop test…I try shoes on again…In my head I hear Pimp C (RIP) saying…

Let me see it...Let me see it
Bend over lemme see it,
Let me see it...Let me see it
Bend over lemme see it...

I then do exactly that…I bend over and then I drop it low…holding it for a second before getting back up…then I bring it back up, slowly…trip drill style…tooting that azz up and putting that dip in my back…I do this infront of a mirror of course…I have to admire my work, while checking to see how good the shoes look while I do my thing…now, if I can drop it and get back up with ease…and the shoes make me look sexier while doing so…and I feel they can hold up…then they are a keeper…otherwise, back to the sto’ they go.

Now ladies…there you have it…that’s how you manage to keep it sexy when wearing heels. Sometimes your feet hurt like heel…but the true test of a bad biatch is being able to never break a sweat…at all times walk like you own the shoes…don’t let them own you.

Fellas…well…hey…if you know of any ladies that’s not working the heels right…you might want to pass along the tips.

Shouts to Patrice for giving me the idea!

Birthday Wishes

Today is Patrice’s Birthday!

Cancerains are nurturing, protective, traditional, understanding, caring, intuitive, tenacious…I would say that sounds about right. They have a flair for the dramatic, and Miss Patrice you are all of these things and more.

From one Cancerian to another…

Have a wonderful, happy, and blessed birthday.

So what's your course of action?

The Revolution will NOT be televised...

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out...

Now…Former Sen. Phil Gramm has come under scrutiny for calling the U.S. a nation of whiners…at first, I wanted to jump on the “hater” bandwagon…just because I am not a Gramm fan…but once I stopped and thought about it…he is absolutely right…as a whole…we are…one big nation of whiners…we sit on our butts and complain...not taking much action towards making a positive change...we sit back and listen to Obama preach a message of positive change on the television and believe that a vote for him is enough to invoke the change we need in our communities…we learn from television...and the information highway…not using it to research policy and issues…but using others voices to guide our way…

How many of us know about legislation and local bond issues in our community?

How many of us vote in local elections?

How many of us would vote if there was not a black candidate in the mix?

How many of us sit on our azz, don’t get involved, don’t do jack , yet we constantly want to ridicule those who put in work?

Well as Gil Scott-Heron said...

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,will not be televised, will not be televised…

The revolution will be live.

So what's your course of action?

An Ode

A few words a friend wrote in honor of my birthday....

Shawty

I believe June 25, 1975 my guardian angel was born

She lifts me up even though my heart is still scorn

I don't mind exposing her like buttered flavored popcorn

Because she knows personally why I'm torn

When we first met I was Professor Warfield

In her room is where I preferred to chill

Two months, ago we both found out we share a similar skill

Even though she's a female I think she's my Dr. Phil

I picture her still having the baddest walk

These days I'm turned on by the way she talks

She must was raised in the hood

Because her voice sounds oh so good

These days she's clueless as to why I'm Undercover Brotha

I must admit that she is still one tough cookie

For she gives hell to veterans as well as rookies

I prefer to call her Tonja, because she too, is a downass sistah

A Year Later

It’s been a long day and it just got started…

I woke up at 3:30 this morning, and had the hardest time getting back to sleep because I have so many things on my mind. Its storm season, but no time for pity parties. I just celebrated a birthday and I have too much to be thankful for, however, it’s easy to lose sight of that when you are going through. I was going through the archives and came across my post for June 30, 2007…I think it is also fitting for June 30, 2008…

This morning I woke up with a sound mind and healthy body, I could not help but to thank God.

This morning I spotted a homeless man on the corner. I sat in my car watching him…he had a sign that read “Native American”, here he was begging for change, yet he looked dignified, even regal. Then, I thought about my life, and although to some I might not have much, I have been blessed. I thought about home, it might not be much, its home, and I could not help but to thank God. I thought about the very car I sat in, although not a luxury sedan, it serves its purpose…I could have been watching him from the bus stop. I reached in my purse pulled out a dollar and waved it to get his attention, as I handed him the dollar he said “God bless you and may you be safe”, I could feel the sincerity and I felt blessed in that moment…that costs much more than a dollar.

This morning I talked to my niece, I love to hear her laugh. She has been a pillar of strength in my life, she has taught be what strength is all about. Ironic, I find strength in a 9 year old. She has endured so much, yet she continues on rarely complaining. Today she is healthy and strong, no pain crisis, and it has been over a year since her last hospitalization…I could not help but to thank God.

This morning was not a guarantee, and neither is the next, but every morning that I am able to awake to the shining sun, I can’t help but to thank God.

It is so easy to get caught up in the negatives…what you should have, what you don’t have…however, when I stop and reflect, I realize that it could be a lot worse, and blessing are not necessarily measured by material possessions.

When I look at his creation, when I think of all that I DO have, when I reflect upon how my life is moving on and upward, I cannot help but to thank God.

Happy Birthday To Me!

Another dollar another day…another June 25^th another birthday!

I love my birthday, it’s my favorite annual holiday. Yep, I guess I am just that self centered. Celebrate with me, eat some cake, drink some bubbly, shake a tail feather…make it a good one!

I'm bored...

And boredom typically leads to mischief in my world...idle hands...

I think I might pass out? Why do you ask? Because I am sitting at my desk sucking my stomach in tightly…trying to get an ab workout in…but do you really want to know what’s the best ab workout? You really don’t have to ask that do you?

I had baked potato soup topped with cheddar cheese and bacon bits for lunch…it was good…I also had two mini turkey and swiss sandwiches, they were pretty good too. Now after eating this banana, I just want to go home and take a nap.

I try drinking water, but I can’t…that stuff is just nasty…it taste all bitter, or it tasted soapy, or it taste rusty…now matter what the taste, it’s all nastee!

I need to figure out how I want to allocate my 401K, what percentage I want in this fund vs. the next…guess I will have to contact the ex-boyfriend…since this is what he does for a living…and I am sure he will be happy to oblige…men like to feel needed.

So, I hope that he does not expect me to run behind his azz…I guess he did not get the memo…and I hope that he does not expect me to run behind his azz either…yes two different he’s…but apparently neither he knows about me...I can’t be bothered.

I am happy that I have a strong sense of self, and I do not wrap my identity and self worth around some man…if he leaves, I might be shook…but I will not be broken…I love me too much to allow that. And I really need my friends to stop comparing my situation with theirs…yes he left…yes I was hurt…yes it sucked…BUT…my world did not fall apart…why? Because my world never revolved around him…which is probably the reason he left…ultimately, I don’t think he could handle my strength and independence…the things that attracted him, were essentially the things that he could not get pass. His bad.

What?! Milk and Cookies? I think I might take a scoop of vanilla on a cake cone instead, lol.

So…I think it’s about time for a PBJ eating contest…I have two, possibly three contestants that are down right now…ha…and if your mind is in the gutter…you are right!

I hope he does not think I've forgotten that he owes me a Brazilian wax...

It’s going down in 2 more days…

It's Juneteenth

July 4th is all good...but this day signifies independence for me and my ancestors...my great great grandmother who passed at age 110 in June 1995, was born to a slave...it does not go too far back...

"The people of Texas are informed that in accordance with a Proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of rights and rights of property between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them becomes that between employer and free laborer."

Juneteenth is a celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United States. Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19^th that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free. Note that this was two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation - which had become official January 1, 1863. The Emancipation Proclamation had little impact on the Texans due to the minimal number of Union troops to enforce the new Executive order. However, with the surrender of General Lee in April of 1865, and the arrival of General Granger’s regiment, the forces were finally strong enough to influence and overcome the resistance.

8 days and counting…

I think I might take the plunge into the 21^st century and get myself a cell phone for my birthday…I don’t really want to do it…but I am tired of people complaining because they can’t text me, and they don’t have access to me when I am away, unless I call them and give a number where I can be reached…that’s one of the main reasons I don’t have a cell…I don’t need folks having that kinda access to me…and for the most part, I probably will not answer anyway…especially if folks start calling me during the day all wheelie kneelie.

I found a LG phone for $29.99 with a new 2yr Sprint contract...with the option for a $49.99 equipment protection…so…who wants to put $80 in my account so I can go head on with the plan…I mean, I will be responsible for paying the monthly bill myself. ..And the more that I think of it…creating another bill for myself is far from a gift.

Swagger Is Everything!

There is nothing sexier on a man than confidence…I like that borderline arrogant confidence.

Stuff like poppin his collar at me then walking off…leave me hanging, tease me…that’s what I’m talking ;bout.

The men that I am attracted to…they all have something in common…what is it you ask…

It’s that SWAGGER…

I mean, what other reason would make me want to throw the draws at Lil Wayne…

Damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Yeah, I ate a shy bitch...

She ain't shy no mo, she changed her name to my bitch…

I love it…

I have been told that I like a bad boy…but you know what…”bad boys” like me…well not really bad boys, but confident, overly confident, arrogant men like me…why? Because I have an ego bigger than theirs…I pose a challenge to most…a lesser man finds me intimidating, and I gots no time for that…I need a man that can hang…I like the man that comes up to me, will not say a word, but will talk to me with his eyes…I like the man that is bold enough to assume that I want him in my space…if not, I will let him know he can kick rocks…and probably not be too nice about it…

A friend once told me, “I don’t know what it is about you, but you always seem to pull that nigga that everybody else wants”…well I will let you in on a little secret…my boy Wheezy said it best…”Lil Mama got a swag like mine”…Game recognizes game…I attract what I am…I be the ish!

Barack Obama hopes for change…

I pray for change…

Now that he has secured the nom, I would like him to drop the yes we can..."can" is not an action word...now "will" that's an action word.

It's time to move forward...I would also like him to sharpen up on his policies...be able to communicate them in a debate against McCain without a ummm, uhhh, or a stutter...

There is still a lot of work to be done, I hope that his supporters do not become complacent because he has won the nom...

I had a busy weekend…I was in downtown Austin for the State Democratic Convention at 6am on Friday June 5^th…I did not leave until 2am Sat June 6^th…and we had yet to complete all orders of business on the agenda for the day. I was back at 11am on Sat, and I left at 5pm…all of the voting was completed so I went ahead and called it a day.

There were a number of "us" at the TX state convention on Friday...not too many of us returned on Saturday.

There were also local blacks running on a platform of "change" but they did not say anything, they do not have any experience of public service...
They were all fluff no substance...this is what scares me...it only takes one to fuk it up...we don't need these undeserving folks to feel that because Barack Obama has secured the nom, that we are entitled to positions because we are persons of color...

I was turned off by “us”, you know…black people would look me in the face, I would smile and give the obligatory head nod, and they would not speak back…why you ask? Well, they would look at the African Americans for Hillary button on my shirt (yes Hillary still has her delegates, no need to give them up, he has the nom…and if you know your facts you will know she is not the first and will not be the last to hold on to her delegates…especially in tight race…but moving on) or maybe it was the green sticker on my credentials badge noting I was a Hillary delegate…either way, our people were ugly towards me…I had them coming up to me asking me how and why I could vote for her, when I would try to respond, I would hear, you know you can’t talk to them Hillary people…not to mention, for some reason we as a whole, seemed to not be able to do things decently and in order. We sat in seats reserved for other individuals…OH! I was hot…I had a woman tell me and a 65 yr old man to sit in the back…I was like, I don’t think so, these seats are reserved for our senate district. They had the nerve to put styrofoam to go boxes, purses, and junk on the row to hold it for their peeps. I approached a gentleman that seemed to look as though he had sense, and asked, “Why did you think it was ok for you to sit here”…He tried to give a reason, but …I said, “This is really bothering me, we always seem to mess things up for everyone, why can we never do things decent and in order”. He then responded with, “You are right, got up, and gave two seats to these young ladies who were sitting on the floor.”

Also, the black caucus meeting was the only one with a cover fee…will not really. We were in line and the lady yelled out “If you have your pay pal receipt get in line here”. So, I asked how much was the ticket, she said $35…so we bounced and went to the women’s caucus meeting. I later was informed that the $35 fee was for a breakfast fundraiser, which was for the first hour and a half, and the actual meeting was to convene after that…but for some reason, that was never clearly communicated. I was also told by members of my senate district that the meeting was a mess…

WE NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER!

A 55 year old black man approached me and asked, “Why Hillary”. I respectfully replied, “I could ask you why Obama, but instead I will tell you why Hillary. “ I started talking policy, and I could see he was impressed…he then asked me when did I jump on the Hillary bandwagon. I laughed and informed him, that I am not on a bandwagon…as emotional and passionate as I may be, I actually am pretty calculated and analytical when it comes to politics…I told him, that I wanted to grow up to be the first female president of the United States, but when Bill won the white house in 1992, I then resolved to become the first black female president of the United States…right then and there I knew that I wanted Hillary to hold that position…sooner than later. So, we chatted and became friends. I begin to campaign for him to receive a spot as a national delegate…he has been an active democrat going back to 1984, he missed out on the chance to go to the national convention then, at age 55 he felt it was time…and I agreed. He knows some people of influence locally (mostly fellow Hillary delegates), and he introduced me to them, describing me as sharp, and what our party needs going forward. He said that if I ever wanted to run for local office, these were the people I needed to know. They invited me out to the Progressive Democrats meeting, and he will forward me more information regarding when and where they meet…It’s all about networking, but most importantly…we were able to respect each other’s differences because at the end of the day, we are all on the same team…team blue! He did ask me if my mother was upset that I voted for Hillary…my response, “ Why would my mother be upset at me for making my own decisions?”. I talked to my mother last night, and asked “Were you upset that I did not vote for Obama in the primary?”. She said what I already knew, “No, why would I be upset at you for following your mind and making your own choice”. I love my mother…she is the reason I am me.

Hillary sent Chelsea Clinton to represent her…let’s just say, there is power in the Clinton name...given that our State Senate District was the host site, we had the best seats in the house…we had so many folks (Hillary and Obama supporters alike) bum rushing us to get a closer look, to be able to snap a pic…and once she started to speak, they still would not sit down…the entire hall was in an uproar once she approached the podium…Shelia Jackson Lee was at her side ( that’s my girl, I was hoping she would speak as well)…she gave a gracious, energetic, yet quick speech…and that was the highlight of the night.

Obama sent the gov. of VA to speak on his behalf…can we say “yawn”. He was not engaging, the 83 year old first time delegate (who was an Obama delegate) turned to me and asked, “Who is this man again?”. I could not help but laugh. And you know, back to Doris…she was full of tenacity, 83 years old, had never been this involved in the process, and felt that there was no time like the present…this illustrates that there are no need for excuses, never too late to get involved.

Oh, and btw, on day two I wore both an Obama and a Hillary button…it’s time to unify! I don't know about you, but I don't think I can make it through 4 more years of a GOP administration.

I also wore a button that read, “I think, therefore I vote Democrat!” I wanted to buy a button that read “Love a democrat, because who has ever heard of a nice piece of elephant” but I thought that might be a bit crass…there was another one that read, “I only sleep with democrats”, but I decided to pass on that as well, lol.

I met some interesting people, made some new true blue friends, and I feel as though this is only the beginning for me.

Oh yeah…my mother dropped a bomb on me…she told me that Dr. Ron Paul was her obgyn while she was carrying me…he was supposed to deliver me, but he went out of town and I was delivered by his back up instead…maybe that was a blessing in disguise…lol Don’t get me wrong, I actually agree with some of his stances on the issues…but I think he is a whack job, lol.

2009, The End of an Error!

I have a very important announcement…

My birthday is in 23 days! Yay! No, I will not be counting down everyday…but you can’t say that you have not been given notice.

So…this guy sends me an email in response to a job posting and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to introduce himself to me as an alcoholic. This guy is a member of Mensa…I guess what my dad use to say is right…the smarter you are the dumber you are…meaning, those with a high IQ tend to lack common knowledge…I guess the brain can only hold so much crap.

So, I put in a few phone calls to this guy, and he has not returned my call. I am so annoyed, but the thing is, I don’t even want him like that…I am trying to talk bizness, I am trying to make moves, and he's sitting there too stuck on himself to realize it. No time for the ho-ish.

I cannot live without paper towels…I use them for everything…I wash dishes with them, I use them to eat off of, I clean the bathroom and kitchen with them…and we are out of paper towels in the office…I use them to wipe down my desk, clean out my dishes when I am done, wipe down that nasty azz counter because I apparently work with toddlers…there are cheerios chilling in one of the break room chairs…I mean seriously…needless to say…I am at my wits end…I need some paper towels pronto!

I can’t believe I actually said if given the option between Nelly and AI…Nelly could get it first…see, *I’ve been feeling since 1993 when he was a Hoya, before the braids, before the tatts…I love me some AI…but have you seen Nelly lately?! Dayum! Just one time…but he seems to leave a trail of babies behind him…so on second thought…

I have this image in my head that I just can’t shake…don’t wanna shake…will not shake…man, I love football!

Ok…enough of that…

And in case you missed it the first time…

My birthday is in 23 days!

This is how we show love...

So…I am getting ready to wrap up my day around 5pm CST on Wednesday when the office phone rings…

“This is Keli.”

“Yes, they just delivered my Dell flat screen TV and it is not working.”

“Sorry, but I cannot help you with that, this is not Dell.”

“Well, they just delivered the TV and it is not working.”

“What would you like me to do about that?”

“I called you because the TV is not working and I need you to send a technician.”

“This is not Dell, but I could give you the number to Dell if you would like?”

“No, I don’t want the number…I want my TV fixed!”

“Well, I can’t help you with that! But, I can give you the number to the people that can…its xxx-xxxx”.

“Ok, xxx-xxxx”

*click*

*dial tone*

Yes, I played along with this foolishness…why you may ask? Because it was my 10 year old niece, and she has it honest…Crazy starts early in our family…plus, I mean, she’s learned from the best. *grins*

And yes, I really did give her main number to Dell, lol. I just hope she blocks the number if and when she calls into Dell.

She did later call back to say that she did not mean to hang up in my face, and that she loves me a lot. :) So she ain't too crazy!

Backazzwardness

My family is azz backwards…

That’s one reason why I never call and ask them for help with anything…it becomes a damn event…really?! It is not that damn difficult.

Yes, I am using the three and four letters words, but that’s just how damn mad I am right about now.

Then they have the nerve to ask bullshit questions, and then get offended when I lose patience. I already gave you the answer, rephrasing the question will not change things…NEXT!

They wonder why I don’t visit?! Well, because…I know from whence I came…and I ain’t in no hurry to get back…most of the folks questioning why I never come home don’t call me, don’t ask about me other than wanting to know why I have not been home. If you are really concerned pick up a phone and call…and when I do visit, I only go see the ones that take the time to call and see how I am doing…WHATEVER!

Do I sound selfish…well, maybe I am. We don’t choose our family, but I can choose not to have to deal with the backazzwardness!

But...

Even with the backazzwardness family came through for me...I guess that's all that matters at the end of the day, that we have each other's back...

I still only claim certain folks, and I guess those are the ones I can truly say I both like and love...well for the most part.

Only In My Dreams

Me & Lil Wayne?

Well at least in my dreams…

We were a couple. I was going to visit my mother, and he was already there when I arrived…flowers in hand. I assumed they were for me, and he informed me they were actually for my mother. So he presents momma with the flowers and she is gushing…and I am in awe thinking…wow, she actually likes him. I have on heels and I am like towering over him...

I sleep in a diagonal, and in the dream, we went to bed actually cris-crossing each other. I wake up the next morning, to find him gone, but he left me an envelope full of money…with a note telling me to have a good time with my mother and the family...

So moving ahead…I spend the rest of the dream trying to get to his performance at the county fair before it’s over.

The thing is…I appeared to be extremely happy in my dream…not sure if I have been that happy in reality (well not with a man that is).

If dreams are our subconscious speaking to us…Can someone break down what is going on in my head? Please and thank you!

Road Block

As in the road to Denver for the 2008 National Democratic Convention...

I have decided not to put in my bid for candidacy to be considered as a delegate for the national Democratic convention…

Before I hear the boos and hisses…this is a mini political campaign in itself…you have to declare your bid, then you have to campaign for votes…as fun as it sounds…I work full time, and I don’t have the time, money, or energy to do what’s needed right now…

I don’t have the time to attend fund raisers, nor do I have the time to host. I don’t have money to give to the democrats, and right now my time is sparse, well at least my time during the week…I am already using vacation days to attend the State Democratic convention.

So for those who wants to know what it takes to become a delegate…let along a super delegate…it’s takes a lot of time, money, and effort…the more money you give over time, and the more volunteer hours you give over time, helps you to gain that status within the party…

And right now I am exhausted.

But...

I still might try to get on as a volunteer, we shall see.

Maybe a future in politics is not in the cards for me after all…I tire of bullshit real fast.

A Rose for My Mother

Here is a single red rose for the rose of my life…my mother…

My mother has taught me what it means to give, without any expectations. If she has it, and you are in need, it’s yours. I use to think it was odd when I saw her go into her purse to give a stranger a dollar…but now I do the same. I found it odd when she brought home a homeless woman for Sunday dinner, but there was a homeless gentleman that I used to by breakfast for some morning. She has taught me that blessings are not monetary, and just when you think you have it bad…there is always someone that is doing worse.
My mother has taught me the importance of family and love…and that family does not equate biology…by her example I first learned to love myself, and I know have the ability to love others.
My mother has always exemplified beauty and strength…I look back on my childhood, and I see the sacrifices she made when daddy was not holding up his end…I know that she did everything within her power to keep things in the house as normal as possible for my sister and I.
My mother defines mother…loving, caring, selfless, giving, strong, disciplinarian…not only is she my mother, she truly is my friend. My mother is my pillar, my rock, and I always make sure to end our conversations with I love you.
My mother, a strong, faithful Christian woman… I one day hope to be half the woman she is.


Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there holding it down!

I fell off my game BIG time!

I have not gone for a run since March. I had a bout with the allergies and sinus…barely could breathe, at one point my nasal cavities were swollen shut, so I did not do too much…I had problems breathing while chewing…but yeah, I did find a way to eat, lol. There were times that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt like I was suffocating…I hate having to breathe through my mouth.

So…I did the elliptical machine last week, but I have not done anything this week. I am going to have to most definitely hit the pavement Saturday morning. Anyone want to come with?

I am popping the little white pill, so hopefully I will not fall prey to allergens again this season.

On another note…

I am the only person I know with man problems but no man…yeah, I have options…but just because you have them, does not mean the time is right to exercise them…if at all.

Kronche Krotch…this blogger ain’t right, lol.

Wait…this makes two new posts in one week. Short and sweet, but a new post nonetheless...Yay for me, lol. *pokes out chest and pats self on the back* Yeah…I am sure that some want to see that...tickets start at $50…ha.

It's Been A Minute

I feel like a teenager…I have a huge zit on my cheek…it’s under the skin, feels like a big knot, is beet red, and hurts like hell! And of course it decides to pop up the day before I have a meeting with a potential client…great.

It’s been 19months…but who’s counting. All I know is…my mind is playing tricks on me, and if I don’t get some soon…well…I will probably not be able to function! I was fine up until a month ago...damn TX Relays!

Hmmm…Miami…just maybe…

I almost had two reasons to root for the Cowboys this season…not sure if TO is enough to make me want them to win…I mean, he’s sexy and all…but it’s the Cowboys.

I am so ready for football season, but I am also happy it’s the offseason.

Houston yay! Katt Williams…yay! It should be a good birthday week…mark your calendars…the day is soon approaching…49 days and counting, lol.

I need to go shopping…better yet…I want someone to take me shopping!

My nieces have a miniature Chinese hamster? Why is the hamster Chinese?

On second thought…maybe I don’t need to go to Houston…too many temptations…I am most definitely likely to slip and fall…onto my back that is.

I am still busy…have a lot going on…but I have not been able to focus. Trying to finish up one book, so I can start working on finishing the next one…trying to get some promotional stuff underway…trying to make moves. I am meant to be a millionaire; this working just to pay the bills is for the birds. It’s time to make moves.

I don’t ever need to touch money again…electronic money …my favorite.

His back…OMG…his legs…OMG…whoo! Houston…I think we have a problem! Lol

As I stated earlier, and I am sure you can tell by this post…it’s been a minute…so forgive me.

Hopefully it’s like riding a bicycle…

K-spot Flashback....

I decided to repost this after eating my supreme croissant from Jack-in-the box. But in my defense, it's 1:20 pm, and that's all I have had to eat today.

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Am I judgemental...This is a question I have found myself asking a lot lately. It seems that recently I have just become tired of the bullshit. Tired of the whining...you're grown, act like it, you're not happy with your life do something about it!

But here recently my judging as crossed a line...it has become discriminatory. I have noticed that I have a bias in regards to overweight people. Now before you go off and have a hissy fit...I am by no means a skinny chick my damn self. I am a thick, chick, size 12/14. I don't have a problem with being large or pleasantly plump...my problem is with being sloppy, slothful, and exhibiting bad manners However, I think that I am more quickly to forgive these offenses from someone of a smaller size. Take for instance, the newest employee on my team. I am not going to even guess her size, but she is a "big girl"...more so, she's just plain nasty. I refer to her, in my thoughts of course, as Filthy McNasty! I know I can put down some grub, but she's always eating...her ass was eating at my desk while I was training her...don't know how many times I asked her to please not do that. And when she plopped all her big azz titties on my desk, I just 'bout had a conniption. But its not that she's eating, damn, I have those days where I eat all day myself...it what she eats that disgusts me...can't eat a regular taco from taco c, but has two make her version of the double decker combing three crunchy chicken tacos with three bean and cheese tacos. I know, I know...I am not one to talk with my Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream addiction, but you know, I also can fit in my chair at work and did not have my boss spending an afternoon searching for one to accommodate me. I also can walk from the front lobby to my desk without being over exerted. I also can pick up my feet and not have to shuffle when I walk. And let's not even talk about the loud belching without saying excuse me. She wears too little clothing, and her shit is always falling out the top or bottom. Someone even complained to HR (not that I should now this) about her manner of dress, said it was offensive. Now the same day they complained about her skirt being too short, my girls were popping out the top of my blouse...apparently no one complained about that. Am I a hypocrite? I mean, I am the same chick that got upset when her ex told her she went from being a Halle Berry to an Angie Stone. I mean, yeah, I am not in my best shape, but I will hit the elliptical machine, or do some crunches. So is it not just me? Does society hold an unfair bias against its overweight members? I mean, I never hear anyone saying, "Damn look at all that gut, he's so fine"! Or "She got belly for days, she sooo could get it".

Would I be more tolerant if she was thin? Am I really this type of person? Can I be this mean and shallow?

Play Time

Roddy! I am going to get you! I never liked this game…I’m too cute to get sweaty running behind folks. Ha!

But since I think you’re all so fly…I will go ahead and comply…

I have been tagged!

The rules are as follows:
* link to the person that tagged you :
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1) I have never dated a man that did not play football at some point in time…most at least played on the collegiate level.

2) Ice cream is my substitute for sex…and I have been craving a lot of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla as of late.

3) I cannot get into bed, without taking a shower first. And I am not letting you into bed with me if you don’t take a shower either. If I take a shower and go outside, I will feel the need to take a shower when I get back inside.

4) I don’t like water, so I keep lemon juice and sugar at work…hey, when given water, make lemonade, lol. (We really need a vending machine in our bldg).

5) I don’t have cable; don’t miss it for the most part either.

6) I love me, maybe a little too much, I can’t pass by a mirror without stopping and admiring…when at home, this also includes a booty dance, lol.

Now…I guess I have to go throw on the tennis and try to tag 6 people myself…

Patrice, KI, Eb the Celeb, My.02, Dejanae, and AJ…

YOU’RE IT!

Hola!

I have been very busy…work is great! Could use a raise…but that will always be the case…I’m always praying for increase.

I picked up this cute Ed Hardy tee at Macy’s…I put it right back down when I saw it cost $79…it was not that fly. I can get me an iron on patch and make my own…anyone want to buy one from me. You can get a K-tee for $20, lol. Wait…I just might be on to something here…

I have a why and a what? But I want to know why I am not getting it, and what it will take for me to get it? Confused?

I had a pint of blue bell homemade vanilla ice cream for dinner Sunday night…it was yummy!

Anyone live in LA, work in the financial services industry, and need a job? Holla at yo’ girl!

I am sure it was not a one time opportunity…but why am I still like damn! Still kicking myself in the butt 3 weeks later for not capitalizing off that one.

I cut my hair off last month, then after seeing my mother’s beautiful ringlets, I just want my hair to grow back…so why am I thinking about getting it down even lower?

I need to win the lottery!

You know…family sucks! They always expect you to cater to them, be there for them, help them when they need it… but I don’t see anyone helping me with nada…can I get an occasional, how are you doing? Before you go in on your bullshit? So I guess it also sucks to be self sufficient, or to be perceived as such.

Hate to end on a negative note…so let me just say…

Just like a refund, make me bring that azz back, lol.

Not sure if that was ending on a positive note, but until next time...

Adios Amigos!

I’ve been busy!

I have had a lot going on…not too much time to type.

This past week the University of Texas (Hook’em!) hosted the Texas Relays. Well, if you know me, you know this is the only time of year I plan on going out. I partied Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Lots of stories to tell, but I will have to keep these to myself. Just know that after this weekend, Lollipop by Lil’ Wayne is my ish! Yeah, I said it...what?!

Well, since Dejanae had to front on me because it’s been a minute since my last post…I thought I would flash back to TX Relays 2007…

Kid Capri is a Punk Azz Biatch!

I just got back from a party hosted by a couple of friends. Now, I have been excited about this party because it is a reunion for black University of TX alumni within my age range. It never fails, I always connect with old friends when Eddie and Norm host an event. So, I walked out the door looking oh so fresh and so clean, ready to shake a tail feather.

Well…

Kid Capri was the DJ that was hired for this event. Now, usually Cut Creator is the man, but I guess they wanted to go with a different vibe. All I can say, is when we got there he was playing an old school melody that was not at all live. Then he went into his dirty south medley, and kept getting on the mic saying…”Were in the south, I know you can make some noise”… Yeah, but only one problem kid…this is the ATX not the ATL, so why should we get crunk about Young Joc and Jeezy *sigh*. Well, he kept trying to play that stupid “I know you see it" song, and the music kept cutting off. As I walked by the booth, I waved by hand across my through signaling shut that ish off…he saw me, and got on the mic and asked me not to do that…well at this time, the music was still not playing. I then told him, that we did not want to hear Young Joc, and he tried to clown me but putting his spotlight on me. His actual words were “Oh, so you want the spotlight, I’m going to put the spotlight on you”. So I stuck a pose. He then goes on to say something about not testing him with the mic in his hand…I told him I don’t give a damn about him and his mic in his hand. He then asked me if I wanted the mic, and you know I said, “Hand it over”. Now, I also tried to tell him that I know both Eddie and Norm, and I am sure they would not appreciate him disrespecting me in this manner. See while he called himself clowning me his little cronies were laughing, and of course, the more they laughed the more he kept on. He told me to come around to the side of the DJ booth and he would give me the mic, and I better make it good. Once I walked to the side of the booth, his peeps tried to block me like I was trying to get at him. BOO-HISS! I told them that his punk ass invited me to walk around to the side of the booth. He then walks up to me, leans over and says, “I’m the one DJ’ing the party….blah, blah, blah”. See the problem with this is, although you’re the DJ the crowd dictates whether the party is rocking or not…and at this point, you were failing at your job Kid. As he talked he spat in my face…not purposely, but he’s a sprayer, YUCK! So, once he said what he had to say he walks off, but note…he never hands me the mic…because I was about to set it off in that piece (lol, actually I was only going to give a shout out to Eddie, Norm, and the rest of my UT family). The security guard actually comes over to escort me out, and I let him know that I was going to talk to Eddie. Once I threw out Eddie’s name, the guard changed the way he handled me. Yeah I name dropped…so what! I talked to Eddie and let him know that I have NEVER been so disrespected (well at least not by a grown man). He was actually trying to clown me in front of a packed house, to try to make himself look like what? A man? Wow…he’s all of 55 acting 15. So not impressed. Yeah I know I jumped fly first, but damn, if he was all that, he would not have cared what poor little ole me had to say in the first place. Even my boy from the BX said the music was not good. Kid Capri is a Buster! And I will NEVER attend an event with his name associated with it again. Bring Back Cut Creator!

On another note...

I did meet Maurice Green, so it was not all bad.

******And the folks I met/kicked it with this year, so trump Maurice Green!

Please Forgive Me

I am not going to be participating in the 10k after all....I know, I know...I spent all that time hyping it up and blogging about it, only to back out at the last minute.

But I have a good excuse, or at least in my mind it's a good excuse.

I am a delegate (team Hillary) for the TX county convention that will be convening this Saturday, March 29^th.

I had not yet registered for the race, it’s only $30 bucks, and I had the option to register in person tomorrow morning…well, once I received my convention itinerary…running was the last thing on my mind. I am to report for sign in at 6:30am and we are scheduled to be in session until 6pm. I have a long day ahead of me.

Not to mention…I went to Orlando on business last week, and I am still recovering from that trip…long story short…I ended up sharing a hotel room with a co-worker who got pissy sloppy stanky drunk…ordered stanky azz onion pizza from room service at 2:30am…and kept me up all night. Mind you we both had to be up at 6:30 am to work…but in her words “This is what conferences are all about, we party”. I am a recruiter and we were working at the National Society of Black Engineers conference. The worst part of the trip…other than getting no sleep, getting sick on Friday and being in bed by 9pm…the worst part of the trip is that my Caucasian coworker actually referred to us of African descent as colored…the first time she did it I thought it was a bad off color joke, I did not respond…I let it slide that once…the second and third time it slipped off her lips I was amazed that someone our age could be that ignorant…I mean really. But then I don’t know who I was more upset with at that point…her or the dude that referred to himself as “the yellow one” that was trying to fuk a white chick that referred to him as colored.

Back to the race…well, as excited I was at the thought, and as much as I probably need to…I have decided to sleep in on Sunday. So please forgive me…I hope you’re not too disappointed.