You and your funny ass...here's the update.
Really the weekend was not what I planned on at all.
First up I didn't make it up top to see my sister or to the joint at Slates to see Pumpkin-head Jodie and her man J.J. Let me tell yall with the cold that swooped through the area and the overcast that lasted all damn day it was looking like a "Sleep on the couch and watch Kung-Fu flicks" type of day. Add the fact that I was suffering from some 24 hour head cold thing and it was a wrap.
I called my lil sister who happened to be out shopping for the party and left a message with a house guest that picked up the phone...
"Hey...tell Lee that this is her big bruh calling and I'm not gonna make it up for the party. Tell her I know I'm a shit head but I'll be up next month for the 4th."
Boy when she catches up with me I'll probably get an earful. Speaking of which I forgot to call Pumpkin-head Jodie and give her the same courtesy call so when I got back to work the following Tuesday I was greeted by a nice email telling me "Yeah I see you're ducking me with your punk ass...yada yada yada" If I aint have so much love for her I might have taken offense...LMAO.
Anyways...on to what I'm sure my vast audience of three want to know...did I get some?
Well peeps...I got some. *BIG SMILE*
No...No...No...Hold the champagne and streamers...there was a catch.
Now the story goes like this...since 12 I've been fucking (if you can call it that at that age) and since 16 I've been having what I refer to as intimacy issues. Especially after I've been married and have been so used to running raw and not suiting up. So in laymen's terms...the first time is usually not the best time.
So this young lady who I plied with liquor and convinced to share my roof for the evening did not leave ecstatic...but if I can work out a second appearance and history holds true it'll be a lot better for both of us.
Ok...now that I've thoroughly embarrassed myself in front of you three...lemme get my ass up outta here. Monie...congrats again on the new gig...gimme a dollar nucka!!!
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Big Weekend Plans...
Ok...I had to put this up in advance. Put my energies and intentions out there to sort of push me along...sorta help me reach my goals.
So this weekend...and yall hold me to it ok...I will go to Jersey to see my lil sister Lee...I will make it to Manhattan for this party at Slates (looking so sexy I'll actually get my face on the show being taped there)...and I will get some for the first time this year. That’s right the first time...what of it.
Hold me to my word yall...and wish me luck
So this weekend...and yall hold me to it ok...I will go to Jersey to see my lil sister Lee...I will make it to Manhattan for this party at Slates (looking so sexy I'll actually get my face on the show being taped there)...and I will get some for the first time this year. That’s right the first time...what of it.
Hold me to my word yall...and wish me luck
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Memorial Wash...
The holiday weekend was a wash.
No special plans except catching a couple of laps in the pool...but the cold weather even kept me from that.
Sunday I caught that WB American Idol spin-off...Superstar USA. Now for those that haven’t seen it...you haven’t missed much. The highlights are pretty much an anorexic cat in high heels, mid drift and belly ring with Madonna moves and a blonde Brittany Spears wanna be with a nice rack who reads the words of the songs she sings to America off the palm of her hand...very poorly at that...LMAO!!!
But the one premise I can’t get past is that these people dont get that they cannot sing. I mean I love my own voice in the shower too but damnit I know I can’t sing.
My Memorial Day was really relaxing too. TV was once again my companion. I caught a marathon of Colonial House on PBS that got me through the bulk of the day. This show for those that may not have seen it before is a group of volunteers that do a Survivor-esque rendition of the first colonies that came to America in the early 1600's. It kept me enthralled especially when members of the Passamaquoddy and Wampanoag (the "thanksgiving's day tribe") tribes paid visits to the newly founded colony. Historically sound...entertaining and riveting...I loved this show and was upset I missed the season.
My Monday evening brought a call from my ex wife's latest husband. He told me...or should I say my voice mail...many things including the fact that my ex-wife was interested in having my eldest daughter come and live with her. The thought did not sit well with me at all...so I waited for my daughter to get home and asked her about the issue. She was adamant about moving in with her mother…excited even at the thought of home schooling for her upcoming 2nd grade move. I didn’t get it...and in fact still dont. But I spoke with some close friends...Danny and Tina...and they both ensured me that it was normal. I agreed to let her try the move after I am given a specific plan that I can agree to.
But still I wondered if it was something that I had done wrong. If I had not been the great parent that I thought myself to be. So Pumpkin-Head Jodie was the next council that I sought. Jodie...the cautious female 007 that she is had me slow my roll. She tells me to talk to my daughter again and get the reasons she wants to go. Agree to nothing...yet. I gotta say I love her for that. Her words hit home "Kids need parents...regardless of gender". Just cause she's their mom doesn’t mean she can do a better job at raising a woman. It gave me much to think on.
No special plans except catching a couple of laps in the pool...but the cold weather even kept me from that.
Sunday I caught that WB American Idol spin-off...Superstar USA. Now for those that haven’t seen it...you haven’t missed much. The highlights are pretty much an anorexic cat in high heels, mid drift and belly ring with Madonna moves and a blonde Brittany Spears wanna be with a nice rack who reads the words of the songs she sings to America off the palm of her hand...very poorly at that...LMAO!!!
But the one premise I can’t get past is that these people dont get that they cannot sing. I mean I love my own voice in the shower too but damnit I know I can’t sing.
My Memorial Day was really relaxing too. TV was once again my companion. I caught a marathon of Colonial House on PBS that got me through the bulk of the day. This show for those that may not have seen it before is a group of volunteers that do a Survivor-esque rendition of the first colonies that came to America in the early 1600's. It kept me enthralled especially when members of the Passamaquoddy and Wampanoag (the "thanksgiving's day tribe") tribes paid visits to the newly founded colony. Historically sound...entertaining and riveting...I loved this show and was upset I missed the season.
My Monday evening brought a call from my ex wife's latest husband. He told me...or should I say my voice mail...many things including the fact that my ex-wife was interested in having my eldest daughter come and live with her. The thought did not sit well with me at all...so I waited for my daughter to get home and asked her about the issue. She was adamant about moving in with her mother…excited even at the thought of home schooling for her upcoming 2nd grade move. I didn’t get it...and in fact still dont. But I spoke with some close friends...Danny and Tina...and they both ensured me that it was normal. I agreed to let her try the move after I am given a specific plan that I can agree to.
But still I wondered if it was something that I had done wrong. If I had not been the great parent that I thought myself to be. So Pumpkin-Head Jodie was the next council that I sought. Jodie...the cautious female 007 that she is had me slow my roll. She tells me to talk to my daughter again and get the reasons she wants to go. Agree to nothing...yet. I gotta say I love her for that. Her words hit home "Kids need parents...regardless of gender". Just cause she's their mom doesn’t mean she can do a better job at raising a woman. It gave me much to think on.
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