It's all about me.. me.. me.. me.. me.. I've seen a few of my favorite bloggers do this recently.. I was feeling rather inspired and reflective, so here goes my version.
1. I havn't smoked a clove cigarette in about 6 months.
2. I've been really itchy for one lately, perhaps tomorrow
3. Been maryjane free for 2 yrz
4. Me and maryjane only messed around for 8 months, but it was intense
5. Drinking water seems gross to me, after 42 ounces through the day (who the hell makes it to 64 (8 glasses)
6. I've had a Yoruba reading before, but I don't pratice it.
7. I'm a night owl and I love to sleep late on the weekend
8. I was addicted to watching brittish tv as a kid on PBS. Dr. Who, Monty Python, David Allen at Large.
9. I luv going to church and being around other Christians
10. I've got some habits that would scare most Christians, but I'm workin on me, and don't think its anything too terrible.
11. I luv to shop, specifically bargain/clearance/sale shopping.
12. I need to go to credit card rehab, i'm a plastic addict, it aint my fault.
13. I cut my dreadlocks 12/15/03
14. I'm moody, and people get on my nerves really easy
15. I've been celibate since 11/15/02
16. It started off by circumstance, but now it's by choice
17. There's only one exception to the celibate situation. However he lives on the East-Coast, so the cobwebs will stay intact.
18. I want to go to NYC for spring break
(no it aint to break the coochie-cobwebs, I said East-Coast, not NYC)
19. I'm shy, and antisocial when I meet people for the first time.
20 I get the reputation for being a stuck up bitch, or a mean person, but really i'm just observing people quietly, not talking much, and peeping what they are about, before getting too chatty and friendly.
21. I'm not the bitter "love-hater" my close girl-friends seem to think I am.
22. In reality i'm a die-hard romantic, passionate, sexual, and a love-lover.
23. Unfortunately giving too much love to brothers unworthy of my emotions has caused me to put on an "ice grill" when the I-love-my-man conversation kicks off, between the girls.
24. My favorite cocktail is a Kamakazie on the rocks - Vodka, Triple Sec, lime wedge, shaken like a martini, served on ice.
25. Close runner up is the French Martini - Chambord, Vodka, Pineapple juice, shaken like a martini with ice, strained into a chilled glass.
26. I drink like a fish when I kick it.. but its rare for me to go over my limit.
27. My dream is to drink beers, and shoot the shit with Stone Cold Steve Austin.
28. Yeah I watch wrestling, luv it, especially the old shows.
29. I used to smoke black-n-mild cigars like krazy back in the day.
30. That musta looked so damn un-lady-like.
31. In 1996 - 2000 I used to dress like such a tomboy, that it was widely assumed I was "butch". You couldn't pay me to wear "girl" clothes back then.
32. These days 80% of the time I do the diva routine with perfect makeup, tight jeans, skirts and tight shirts.
33. I confuse the hell out of most people.
34. My favorite hip hop group is the Roots
35. I love rock and alternative music (especially early 80's - late 90's)
36. I worship the ground Coldplay walks on.
37. Once again... I confuse the hell out of most people.
38. I've read just about every Dean Koontz and Anne Rice book ever written.
39. I love vampire books and movies.
40. At one time I wanted to be one
41. I was a weird teenager/young adult.
42. I've still got a dark/gothic side that creeps out my friends.
43. I've got 4 tattoo's.
44. I want to get a few more.
45. I have not drank Pepsi, since they booted Ludacris as a spokesman, thanks to Bill O' Riley's racist complaints.
46. Diet Cherry Coke is my current favorite soda of choice.
47. I'm a damn good cook.. I really mean it. Like food network junkie good.
48. I can do things with salmon and chicken, that are on the Slap-yo-momma-level.
49. I'm a nerd and a bookworm
50. I'm a recovering chat-a-holic
51. My friends do not understand me and this net thing.
52. I love dark, gritty, grimey, thugged-out, Mobb Deep style, hip hop beats.
53. I'm a proud "real" hip hop junkie
54. I hate when people say "you've got good taste for a girl"
55. I've spent my last bit of money, trying to go to a concert before.
56. I'm feeling very psuedo-bi-sexual.. I could see me dating a chick, but not sleeping with her (not feeling em on the sex/physical level, but women are madd cool, and beautiful) Props to whoever first coined the phrase Psuedo-bi-sexual, I read it on someone's blogg last year, can't remember who.
57. The last date I went on was a laughable experience with a cheap, broke, man.
58. I'm more of a cat person, than dog person, but i'm allergic as hell to cats. (Don't tell my dog I said that)
59. Once i've been crossed bad enough, its pretty much curtains for salvaging the relationship. I forgive, drop the grudge and move on, but it's never the same.
60. That could explain why i'm not friends with ANY of my ex's.
61. I'm kind of sad about that. I hate leaving a trail of burnt bridges.
62. Simple joys are the ones I remember the best. It does not take much to make me grin goofy and gush with joy.
63. I collect african art
64. I spent 12 days in Ghana in the year 2000.
65. If given the chance i'd "Do" Boris Kodjoe, non-stop until the last breath left my body.
66. My "head-game" is viscious, but i'm several years out of pratice.
67. Simple things turn me on (warm breezy winds, rain, bodies of water)
68. I never wear draws in the crib. "Sista-girl-meow" likes fresh air.
69. I sleep nude in the summer-fall seasons.
70. J. California Cooper is my favorite author.
71. I feel at my most creative late at night.
72. Coffee is my best friend in the morning.
73. I love tall men, but attract short ones for some reason.
74. Sometimes I read a book from start to finish in one day-night.
75. I've known my best friend since we were 5 years old.
76. I stopped wearing yellow gold in 1997.
77. I'm silver obsessed and love Amber jewelry too.
78. I was a vegetarian from 1999 - 2002.
79. Chicken, turkey & fish made their way back into my diet in early 2003.
80. Still beef and swine free !! Thats for life.
81. At this moment, i'm bumping Mic Geronimo's "Shit's Real" in my headphones.
82. My MP3 collection is as diverse as one can get.
83. I hate high heeled shoes.
84. I'm going to cry when they show the last episode of Sex In The City.
85. I'd like to learn to play an instrument. Perhaps violin.
86. I'm an In-the-streets-chick, not a home-body.
87. I need a car like you wouldn't believe.
88. If I ever see Camron in person, i'm goinna ask for a ride in his pink Bentley.
89. I'm still kool with alot of my homies from high school.
90. I'm enslaved to the nail shop, gotta keep my acryllic tight.
91. I had some wicked crushes last year, and i'm still kicking myself in the ass for not saying something while I had the chance.
92. I wonder where he is now, and what would have happened if I had not been such a chicken-ass.
93. My favorite colors are Black, Green, or Grey.
94. I'm not the shiny happy color type, but I look stunning in red.
95. I'm buying a digital camera this weekend.
96. I'd luv to meet/date a sexy latino (rican, dominican, spanish, south american)
97. I've been told i'm a little too honest/blunt for my own good. Words hurt.
98. I'm very thankful for my blessings and try not to take anything for granted.
99. My spiritual relationship with God is the most important one in the world to me. Word's can't even explain how deep that goes for me.
100. I'd probably kick ass on Jeopardy.
Saturday evening, I posted about wanting to get off the emotional rollercoaster. I was not suprised when late that night I had a nightmare about an amusement park.
I was on a rollercoaster that took me for several huge loops, spins, drops, and even through water. When the ride was over, the operator got on his microphone and said "Ok guys, you look like you enjoyed the ride. Lets do it again!" Everybody else cheered and rooted to repeat the ride, I was the only one begging to get off. The next thing I know, its going down the tracks again, even faster. In my mind I could see the curves, drops, and loops. I felt my body going through the motions, felt the water crashing over my head at the end of the ride. It was a little too real for me. I thought it would never stop, because I was forced to repeat the ride about 3 times, before I woke up feeling confused and my head was hurting like mad..
I'm seriously not feeling as out of control, as my dreams tell me I am (dreams speak volumes about our subconcious mind). It could be anxiety about the spring school semester that starts Monday, mixed with various everyday life issues. I should be sleep now, but I was tossing and turning with my mind in a million places.
Sighs... I'm going to try this sleep thing again and pray too.. Later yall.
I wanna get off this emotional rollercoaster. But this is a diffrent type than the one Vivian Greene was singing about. It's been a down, up, down, up kind of day. Today was K.'s grandfather's funeral. I'd never met the man before, so I didn't go into tears and sadness. Just wanted to celebrate his life, and support my gyrl. It was the classiest service i've ever been to before.
At this service they had people walking in to view the body, then exiting the room to go chill out at a breakfast reception down the hall. People were standing around having juice, coffee, doughnuts, sausage, ect. It kind of weirded me out, and I couldn't get with the idea of eating at the funeral home. I've never seen that before, but its a part of the experience, at this particular parlor.
The joint was laid out really pretty, elaborately designed, brightly colored and well lit, beautifully decorated. Nothing is worse than going to a funeral, and feeling like you're in a dungeon of dispair, because the parlor is dim and dank, decorated drab and ugly, low lighting, ect. This place we went to today even spared the family the dramatics of the entire audience filing past the casket for the final time, and hugging everybody on the front row. Everything was closed up, and the casket was behind a pretty white sheer curtain. The main focus was on his friends and family telling stories about his life, and telling everyone what a good man he was. When his family got choked up and started crying hysterically while telling the stories, that was enough to set me off with the lump in the throat, trying not to cry for a man I never knew. But I could feel his family's love for him, and emotions clearly.
On the way to the cemetary, I was telling my homie N. that I hate riding in cars during a funeral procession. Cars in the funeral line get to run all the red lights, and everybody else has to wait for them to pass by. It's a fear of mine that i'll be in an accident, during such a event. It was on other peoples minds too, and for good reason. Some random asshole decided to cut the funeral line, and swing their car into a gap between the car I was in, and the van behind us. Trying to run a few red lights with the crowd. Major asshole behavior right there.
About 5 minutes after that happened, another episode popped off. Dude in the van still left a gap between him and us. I kept saying to myself, I wish he would drive up and keep the funeral line tighter. Our car had just passed through the red light and gotten clear, when my girl looked in the rear view, at the van, to see if it was getting closer to us in line. Next thing we know, we see it get smashed by a car. An impatient driver hit the van behind us, crashing head first, into the drivers door of the van. The van was hit so hard it spun out and hit two other cars. All we could do was swing our car around, drive back, and call 911. Trying to stick around to be witnesses for the guy in the van (K.'s ex-husband was in the van) Nobody was seriously hurt, but everyone was shook up, and cars loooked to be in bad shape. The cops didn't need our statements, because the driver at fault, who crashed the funeral line, admitted to being in the wrong. All we could do was say Thank You God, because that could have easily been us getting hit. We had just cleared the light by seconds, before the crash occured. The 2 cars behind the van, in the funeral line, pulled over to make sure everything was ok. By the time we caught up with K on her cell phone, the burial was over.
I got my ass home, had lunch, and crashed out in the bed for about 4 hours. Woke up with a nasty headache, from the drama of the day, the funeral emotions, getting up that early in the morning, ect. To take the edge off, I got in touch with my girl J. and we went to the pizza joint to shoot the shit, and have several slices of chicken fajita pizza. Now the headache is finally just about gone, and i'm cooled out with a bottle of water. Getting my blogg on and thinking about the day, life, love, God, upexpected events, and alot of other stuff.
As for this day... "It's been one"
Background Music - Tony Toni Tone - Lovin' You - House of Music
Me and my girl N. decided to help our our girl K. due to the death of her grandfather yesterday. Early this morning we picked up her 3 children, drove em out to N.'s crib in Indiana, and served as surrogate momma's for a long long long day and night. While we had the kids, the adults in K's family had the chance to make arrangements for the funeral, go to the florist, go to the cemetary to see about the burial plot, and all that other stuff.
I'm not the most kid friendly individual in the world, but alot of that depends on the behavior of the children. Fortunately these kids were very well behaved, had excellent home training, polite, and sweet. It's those demon-seed brats from your worst nightmares that make me shut down. I'm not scared to cuss a kid out, or pop em upside the head, if they deserve it. You see that kind everyday in the malls, grocery stores, on the bus, and probably there are some in your family (lil bad ass neices, nephews, cousins) hopefully not your own kids acting the fool. I'm even worse with babies. I don't know how to hold them, make them shut up crying, can't feed em, they freak me out. I dunno what it is about holding something that small, but i'm always scared i'll break it, or do something wrong. I avoided the 1 year old today, and stuck close to the 8 and 10 yr olds. I've got alot of respect for momma's out there (including my own) I dont see how yall do it every day. I was ready to give those darn kids back after 8 hours, ya'll have em 24/7/365.
Background Music - Tony Toni Tone - Still A Man - House of Music
We drove the kids all over going to Walmart, Target, Sears, ect. trying to pick out cute yet on sale items for them to wear to the funeral. These babies are here visiting from Nevada, so they don't really have any Chicago winter wears. We had to get em outfits from jackets, scarves, hats, mittens, pants, shirts, funeral gear, ect. Even had to pick their momma up some gear, she was walking around in 15 degree Chicago weather, in a damn tank top, looking krazy as hell.
*Aint the devil busy* While we're trying to get our Christian Good Deed's carried on. Way too much wild stuff popped up today to distract, and attempt to stress us out, during our day. My momma got sick at work and damn near fainted, I had a severe flare-up of PMS and cramps (thought i was going to pass out), we got stuck in a half hour traffic jam due to an accident, glass from the accident did a little damage to the tires on our car. and as an end to the evening N's granny ended up in the hospital and it was drama going from Indiana back to Chicago to pick her up and take her home. It was in general a wild and krazy day. Didn't make it in until about 10.30 pm and totally exhausted.
Background Music - Tony Toni Tone - Anniversary - Sons of Soul
The funeral is going to be Saturday morning, damn near at the crack of dawn. Kind of salty about that, but i'm there for my gyrl and their family. I hate damn funerals. They freak me out something awful. I'm pretty much cool through the service, but when it gets to be time to view the body, and greet the family, I freeze the fuck up. Usually i'm at a funeral with my mom, so i stick real close to her and it makes me feel a little better. Just seeing the body laid out like that, its too much for me. Personally i'm a big fan of cremation, but thats another story.
Background Music - Tony Toni Tone - Slow Wine - House of Music
Damn can't ya tell i'm loving me some Raphael Saddiq-n-em tonight !!!
I totally thought i'd be making a diffrent post tonight. What I wanted to do, planned on doing, and had on my mind for the past few days was obviously all wrong for me. I always find it amazing when God steps in and directs me to where he wants me to be, when i've got my heart set on being somewhere else, thats not the best place for me.
When I checked my email this morning, my horoscope said "the best laid plans are subject to change, and I need to be flexible today". Thinking nothing of it I went about my day as planned, and sure enough, change was ringing my telephone. My homie N. called me with news that our friend K.'s Grandfather passed away today. K made it in from Vegas to Chicago this morning. With only a few hours to spend with him in the hospital before he died.
I had my day laid out, with alternative plans, self-obsessed, over-involved with my own schemes, and a bit of real-ism crashed me back down from the clouds. The last time I saw this homie, her kids were 3 & 5, now they are 8 & 10, and she has a 1 year old too.
Where does the time go, it flies by before we even know whats happening. Before you can blink your eyes, ask what happened, or look around, 5 - 6 years have sped by.
In related thoughts of time and change.. I want to see the new Ashton Kritcher movie, The butterfly effect.. Seriously, I've thought about that subject alot. Going back to the past to change something, and wondering what it will wreck in my future. Like if I had avoided meeting and dating individuals G, M, T, C or M how would it effect me, my thoughts and faith and the people around me. I'd probably make the same choices anyway in the long run. What you need to go through, for experience, is un-avoidable. Thats life.
It's a day or so late, but better late than never. So here goes the answers to the first of (hopefully many) Ask Reddy Dayz.
Epi asked - What is it you do for money? Do you regret cutting your hair? Who is Max to you? Mad personal...but the people wanna know
On the money tip, I work at my school. Doing the work study routine. My job is pretty boring, with lots of filing, record updating, chilling around the water-cooler.
I don't regret cutting my hair. Right now i'm not the happiest camper in the world because of the length (I look like a hott-mess with short hair). But its growing like a weed, and I'll have some inches to play in by the end of summer. My wigs have been my best friend lately. The only down-side is alot of my really cute gear is afrocentric. I wear lots of mudcloth & colorful prints. I look like a walking-ethnic-contradiction with bone straight, shoulder length, wigs. I've had to switch up the gear lately.
Max is my big brutha and homie-fa-life. I met him around 1996/97 at an old job we had, doing customer service by phone. We were always togetha like peas n carrots. (Exclusive and rare early photo circa 1999) But the carrot moved to California around 2000, and the pea was devistated. *Cheers* for yahoo and aol instant msngr to keep in touch.
Max asked - What will you do with your graduate degree? What would be your dream job? Is Kap-dizzle still 'coaching' you?
I have no damn idea what i'm going to do when I graduate. I finally picked a concentration for my MBA (Marketing). I'm spending lots of time praying, asking God for direction, and reading a new book "The Purpose Driven Life"
My dream job would be in the music/media/entertainment industry. Kinda like my previous job, in the event managment field. But on a much higher level, with high pay, more perks and benefits. I got used to rubbing elbows with celebrities, industry executives, and social climbers.
Me and my "social-coach" Kappa are working thangs out pretty smooth. I've taken on a real non-challant and cool attitude about alot of social situations that used to freak me out. She needs to write a book for reference, when I feel myself slippin off track.
* Exits podium quickly * Post-interview refreshments will be served shortly.
I'm feeling kind of sarcastic and funky.. Here goes nothing..
My Blah-Bru is gone for good (weeps bitterly)
Glenn Lewis, who dropped a smoothe single last year "Don't you forget it", is sounding like hott garbage on his new single "Back for More". and the video looks rather sweaty and porn-esque. What Canadian rock did Kardinal Official crawl out from, and why doesn't he go back there?
Damon Dash is facing a rape charge from a former model. She said the act only lasted 15 seconds. Damn he's less than a 2 minute brutha. How in the world did Aaliyah deal with it. Anyway her photo is splashed across the new york newspapers. Since when does a rape victim's photo and name get plastered everywhere? I thought they blurred that out, to protect her privacy. Totally unrelated to the rape story, she's clearly the fugliest model i've ever seen.
"Austin Powers voice - Thats a man.. Baby - Yeah"
I'm missing out on some good tv, and it will only get worse once the school semester starts. I need some fucking TIVO in my life. How could I forget the premier of America's Next Top Model. Also someone said that Jill Scott was on girlfriends, with some seriously pretty red hair. Word has it she's going to be a regular character this season. Hell what do I know I've only seen one episode of the show (ducks rocks and rotten tomatos)
Marks off days on the calendar until the Dave Chapelle show starts up again 1/21/04. I won't forget that shit, no matter what. He's my comic hero, a damn genius (kinda cute too)
Shouldn't Kelis' milkshake be rotten and foamy by now? I'm sick 2 death of hearing about it. I'm lactose intolerant for a reason, and now I can add her to the list of things I can't digest without stank-funk-nasty gas.
I'll be daring and ask if there's any enquiring minds out there. I'm up for answering any questions that anyone wants to throw at me. My brutha Gin has "Ask Max" Fridays.. Guess you can call this "Whats up Reddy Dayz". Wanna know something about me I didn't touch on in my bio, or blogg? Ask away and I'll drop a response. Let your minds wander, drop me some ish.
The way I move
Ok, so dance class was not as excruciating as I remember it last year. Good
sign, I'm in better physical condition now. At this time last year I was wheezing
and dying midway through class. This year I kept up with the instructor, didn't
wheeze, did the steps somewhat correctly, and had fun. The only major rough
point of the evening was the major muscle spasm I had in the upper and lower
abs. Seriously after several ab-crunches, my whole middle section locked up,
cramped, and I couldn't breathe. Fortunately I was laying on the floor next
to the instructor. He checked on me discretely, rather than stopping the class
to find out why I had stopped exercising, and was instead rolling around on
the floor, in horrible pain, and arching my back trying to streach my muscles
out of their locked state. Anyway, Africa found its way to my hips, and I could
put a little wiggle in my step, despite the two left feet, that don't go where I want them to go.
The way I think
I don't like being put in the position of having to defend myself, my actions,
and thoughts to my friends. I fully understand that opinions are like assholes, and everyone has one, but sometimes I dont want to hear the extra yap yap yap. Also not digging the fact that the extra yapping is comming from someone that is not only opinionated, but closed minded about alot of subjects. I'm trying to embrace being free, open minded, free thinking, and open to new experiences with a variety of people. But that's not a side of myself I can express with everyone, due to their own personal issues and beliefs. I tend to be a little quiet sometimes, to avoid having to take the conversation to a heated level. Because in the end, no matter what i've said, they stick to their narrow-minded point of view on rather simple subjects. Not saying i'm right, and they are wrong, but it didn't feel right to me in my spirit and I didn't want to say so.
The music I digg
Someone told me to check out Sara Devine. The sista is very pretty and extremely talented. I'm always eager to investigate new artists, and I liked what I heard. I downloaded the song "Beautiful" and I can't seem to stop playing it.
Thanks to Angelique for announcing the new Amel Larrieux cd comming out sometime this week.
I'm also serioiusly addicted to this man and his style too.
Just for kicks
I wanna thank I-Boggie for pointing out how white-lady-haggy some of the characters are looking on Sex and the City. Tonight I curled up watching my favorite show, and damnit I'm all distracted by Miranda's crows feet, Carries' bad hair and wardrobe, Samantha's little wrinkles, and the Russian dude's neck. Sighs, only 6 episodes left, this is truely the end of an era.
