Friday, August 20

I'm Only Gonna Say This ONCE

*drags over soap box & stands on it*

AHEM, may I have your attention please!

The mosque at Ground Zero is neither a mosque NOR is it AT Ground Zero.

President Obama is NOT a muslim.

The people making the most noise about this ARE, in fact racist and ignorant.

The sky is blue.

Water is wet.

I'm done talking about this and you should be too!

*jumps off soap box & runs away*

Tuesday, August 10

Sweet Weekends are Made of This

Who are YOU to disagree?

My week started off a little rocky. Work was off the hook, and my AC unit was too. I am currently going on day 7 of living in my living room. There is heavy duty equipment in my carpetless bedroom
and for MUCH of the week my AC was OFF! I think I lost a pound or two, so that was cool. By Friday, I needed some relief! Enter weekday pool party!

My boy had a pool party on a Friday afternoon. J, M, & I cut out of work & headed uptown to chill. It was a really good time. Met some cool people and got to relax in a great pool!

We got there around 2. And left around 9. Giggly, happy, full, and exhausted!

Saturday morning started early! I got up to run a quick errand and ended up taking myself out to breakfast at Annie's Paramount Steakhouse. I grabbed a window seat

and ordered the Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon... the blue tint is due to the window, FYI.
Then I headed home because I had a friend come over to fix my AC and it turns out he was handier than I thought. He fixed my deadbolt too for a few dollars and a smile! I spent the rest of the morning with my mom and my nephew, then it was time to head home & prepare for the Summer Spirit concert.

This years line up was: Janelle Monae (LOVED), B.O.B. (slept thru), Common (KILLED IT), Chuck Brown (HAD to love, it was CHUCK!), The Roots (AWESOME), Erykah Badu (pure ERYKAH)... The menu included chicken salad and tuna salad sandwiches on Hawaiian bread, strawberries in whipped cream flavored vodka, potato salad, pasta salad and potato chips. We got there early, claimed our spot and strolled the marketplace. I bought some SWEET earrings for my girl Mimicutelips.
As more people started to fill in, we realized that some folks were: a) only there to see Chuck &; b) not familiar with the term moderation.
The lawn was PACKED:
and the sun was BLAZING. People were in close quarters & drinking & drinking & drinking.

We seemed to be in the middle of all the drinking as, by night's end, there were about 4 people passed out around us. One lady was partying SO hard from Common thru The Roots she had to call a time out during Erykah Badu. She dipped & popped & twerked & dropped over & over & OVER. She was neither a young nor a small girl. But that didn't stop her from showin em what she was working with. And to top it all off her hair, still looked great by the time we left. The folks that "only came to see Chuck" came late, the women were overdressed, the men were high and smelled of weed and Hennessy and milling around the outskirts grabbing arms and ogling.

My phone died and we missed the text to come backstage to meet Common UGH! But we rolled out before Erykah Badu because it was bone chillingly cold! When I went home & charged my phone, I saw tons of texts including the "where are you?" text... :( I called back my boy AKA Birthday Boo and he asked me how soon I could get to U Street. I said 10 minutes & ZOOMED out of the house NERVOUS!

When I met up with them at U Street, I sat quietly and listened to the convo about: new school hip hop, old school hip hop, and freed slaves. Seriously. I was so nervous, I mean I was sitting across the table from COMMON for goodness sake. But he was nice and chill and apparently hungry! But at the end of the night I got a hug & a pic and he even asked if I needed a ride to my car. I repsonded: "I'm from DC, I'm good!" He laughed and I headed to my car beeeeaming!

Sunday morning service was AMAZING! Rev. Bill confirmed MANY things I had been thinking and considering. One of my AMAZING linesisters came to 12 o'clock service & recieved a Word she needed too! See how God works!?!?

Monday, I didn't come in because I had the flooring guy come in to check out my floor & old carpet. I'm getting new carpet in my bedroom, so now I have to decide on a color. *sigh* NOT a problem I thought I would have last week, but MUCH better than the problems I actually DID have at the beginning of last week.

Shouts to Grady Baby, J, M, and my Birthday Boo for making this weekend ess oh ess oh gee double oh dee! lol

Friday, August 6

Fathers, Be Good To Your Daughters

It's been a minute, huh? I have been pretty wrapped up in nothingness. Truth is I am busy at work and braindead at home. Sucks, right? Especially when you are kinda sorta but not really looking forward to my particular brand of foolishness. So enough with these wack excuses. Let's get to it.

Montana Fishburne. GIRL, what IS you doin? Your father is none other than Cowboy Curtis, Furious Styles, Ike Turner, MORPHEUS. Why are you doing hotel room pron, baby? I can't imagine how Laurence must feel. Chris Rock said a father's only job is to keep his daughter off the pole. (NSFW)

So I am sure pron is the ULTIMATE in father failures. It HAS to be. Even if Larry wasn't in her life, this is NOT how you get his attention.

Kendra, Hugh Hefner's ex-girlfriend, was on Wendy Williams (whom I ADORE) earlier this week and she was talking about growing up without a father, etc. And Wendy was fascinated by her story. I was like REALLY? SERIOUSLY? I didn't grow up with MY dad and somehow I managed to get through high school, college AND graduate school without being pregnant, sliding down a pole, posing crotch first or having sex on film. (sidenote: that last part may not be true, I was a little fancy-free in college, I may have gotten got by a lil red light in a dorm room, but let's HOPE not.) *ahem* Anyway, fatherless children don't all turn out bad just like children with fathers don't all turn out good. But I am not sure how I feel about people citing growing up fatherless as a catalyst for bad decisions.

Back to Montana, she says Kim Kardashian is her role model. *lays down in the floor and awaits death* GIRL, are you serious? So because Kim Kardashian got famous from lazily laying on her back. YOU choose that route too? Even though your father is a respected actor? You choose the trashy, easy way of sleeping your way to the middle? She is so sadly misguided & undecided. She missing some VERY key pieces to this puzzle. I'm not even going to point them out, but you all are smart and logical. Think of the Kardashians & think of the Fishburnes... I'll wait! I'm sure it didn't take YOU long to figure out why this wouldn't work for her. Yet, somehow she thinks it will. Why not follow your FATHER'S example and use your actual TALENT to get you where you want to be. I mean if nothing else, it is PAINFULLY obvious Larry is your dad, so why not use name & face (read: jawline) recognition to get you in the door? *sigh* She claims her dad is furious (Styles) about this whole thing, yet she is doing it anyway.

It all comes down to this. Daddy issues or not, fathers, be good to your daughters so they can stop blaming you for their bad choices in life. Personally, I'm sick of it!

A Fatherless Child (kinda) Who Made Good Decisions (mostly)