No Excuses...
I just went to the gym today after a 3 week hiatus. There was a BIG ole sign saying that after September 8th, it will be open 24 hours a day for 6 days a week and that seventh day, it will be open for 18 hours. So, unfortunately, I can't use the excuse of "I got home too late and the gym was closed" anymore... craziness...
Speaking of craziness, has anyone seen the new design for the Vitamin Water thingy? I've seen the advertisements in the subways with 50 Cent being the spokesman for it. But you should read the advertisement on the actual bottle. You'd think Snoop Dogg wrote it, yo. This is NOT cool. I hate it when folks make an attempt to be cool but it turns out being the complete opposite.
Well, it still tastes good.
Back to my health regime... booooooo!
Everybody's Talking About It...
Ok, this is really weird... I wake up and two bloggers have talked about this Dove campaign ad that I've been meaning to write about anyway. So here goes...
I think that this is an excellent attempt for folks to to think that 'real' women actually do have curves--- or maybe the message is that a real woman just loves herself the way she is. I think I'll go with the latter. I'm not sure if I like the first one--- "Real women have curves"... Hey, I'm a curvy sista but let's not leave out the Black, White, Brown and Asian sisters who are 'real'ly skinny naturally...
In any case, I don't know what all of the kerfaffule is all about. Some folks are 'disgusted' about these 'overweight' models while other folks are really happy that this ad is out there to charge a discourse about the state of beauty in American society. Whew, how many times are we going to go over this? There have been soooo many attempts to defy the standard of beauty but the standard still continues-- tall, long hair, thin facial features, maybe some form of curves in the buttocks area but not too much... blue eyes and maybe blond hair.
Or maybe it isn't. Maybe I'm still stuck in a 1980's mindset. I have a feeling that maybe this defiance is really breaking some folks down. I hope that's the case. But, sorry to say folks, I just graduated from college two years ago and the countless amount of tall blonde beauties always finished first.
But that's just one place where Jane Hoya just reigned. In real life, I guess it's pretty much different-- and I think this is what this ad is saying. I mean, I'm sure these curvy women and millions of other women like them are in stable relationships or they are goddesses to folks who love them (and they are goddesses to themselves)--- so what's the repulsion all about (that question goes out to those who are repulsed). Where did this come from, you may ask? Are you saying that curvier women can't get men? I'm DEFINITELY not saying that, but this seems to be the underlying reasoning for some folks out there--- if you don't meet a standard, then you don't reap the same benefits of what the standards get. Sort of like an all-or-nothing kind of deal. Sorry, when I read responses to other reactions to these ads, this is the feeling that I got-- and I think THAT'S repulsive.
In any case, ladies and gents, I think we should like the ad for what it's trying to say: real women love themselves (I hope that's what they are saying! LOL)--- and because Dove was brave enough to say it, you should buy their product. Got it? Good! (what were they selling again???....)
Kitty!!!!!
Isn't this the CUTEST thing you've ever seen? Oh, this made my day (or night) at work! I love this! :)
"Black People Don't Tip" and other discussions about Black people
I'm telling you... throwing around fighting words like these MUST be the newest fad or something.
So now I have people giving me very long-winded reasons why they don't serve tables at resturants that have Black patrons, or giving me a few stories from cab drivers who say why they don't pick up Black people or people giving me excuses as to why maitre 'ds don't greet Black folks walking up and down the street for them to come into the resturant. It's all because Black people don't tip.
So THAT'S why for the past several DECADES people decided not to be attentive to their Black clientle. Why is this explanation coming out so late? This is all folks had to say back in 1960-something-- could have totally absolved that whole racism thing.
Look, idiots, I'm going to tell you straight why THIS Black person don't tip. Listen carefully. I'm NOT going to give a tip to the following:
1. Rude waiter service: You see I am not done with my food; do not come up every 5 minutes and ask me if I am done. And most certainly do not TOUCH my plate as you're asking me "Are you done with this, ma'am" as you see there is a fork going into my mouth. I guess I am done after you have lifted the plate a good 3 inches off the table. That's RUDE and you're giving me the impression that you didn't want me to be in there to begin with. 1 dollar tip for you.
2. When the cab driver OBVIOUSLY OVERCHARGED me. Come on, folks. I was raised in this city and I've taken the cab at least a zillion times. I know for sure that it does not cost that much to go up 10-15 blocks of Wisconsin Avenue. I'm looking at the Zone chart at the back of the seat and it clearly says 7 bucks when you're charging me 9 bucks. Fine then. I'll give you 9 bucks to the penny--- consider the difference of the overcharged and the actual charge your tip you bastard.
And don't get me started on taxi cab drivers to begin with. I've been passed over enough to talk about this. It doesn't matter. It never fails. I thought me being a short girl in a pinstripe suit (basically reading the word 'nonthreatening') would give me some points on actually hailing a cab. But this works only like 30 per cent of the time. Every other time is just pure luck. I could be IN FRONT of a bunch of white folks hailing a cab. Clearly, from the way traffic is going, I am to be first when a cab comes by. Nope. Keeps going right on by to the group of folks behind me. I've been very fortunate to run across people who notice this and tell me to go ahead and take their cab. For that, my friend, you get no tip either. Why? Because you pissed me off!
And I hope folks realize that this rumor of "Black people don't tip" really backfires against the working classes that actually need these tips. The foundation for some of this rude behavoir to begin with is this rumor. If it seems like someone doesn't want to serve me then I won't tip well. But from that, the waiter or whatever thinks that I'm not tipping because I'm Black when in fact they should treat me with the same respect as they do with the other folks in the resturant. I'm just saying, this is just a crazy crazy cycle that's pitting folks against each other for no particular reason.
My other favorite is: "Yeah, and Black people work waiters to the bone. Like they send you back for stupid stuff like the gravy wasn't on the side like they had asked."
I don't know about y'all but I was always told that the customer was right. Admittedly, some folks are relentless, Black, White, Brown, Purple, Blue (but why do they put 'relentlessness' on Black people? This is also another problem) Now when it seems like when there are a bit too many Black people who are the customers rather than the servers, this is not right. We need to think about this one, folks.
It really bothers me that people actually monitor what race does a certain amount of tipping in the first place. You're there to do your job. I'm at my job to do my job. If I'm always going around with the notion that all admirals are mean based on one or two admirals that I met and I go around treating the next batch of admirals with an undertone of disrespect, then of course, all of the admirals from then on will, in fact, treat me mean. It's a horrible cycle. But it's discrimination nonetheless.
So, basically, I don't know what this new rumor is supposed to do to my psyche as a Black woman. I'm telling you, everytime I wake up, there's a new stereotype that I must either shake off, laugh off with coworkers (when you know you want to tell them to shut the HELL UP) or just juggle with the other ones: Black women are bossy, Black women are too sassy, Black women are just way too promiscuous, or this Black woman got this job b/c of Affirmative Action, or "That Black woman's hair is long. I wonder if those are extensions." or "Black women are lazy-- they don't really work when they are at work" or "Black women are unreasonable".
Oh, you don't want to hear it, you say? I'm sorry, you're gonna have to. You're reading a Black woman's blog. And you're lucky b/c you're just reading about it, you're not living it. But I'm NOT going to tip 40% at every resturant I go to just because I'm trying to dispell the stereotype of the race--- forget that. You're getting 10%-15% if it was OK service and definitely 20-25% if you were awesome. If you spilled food on my lap and didn't say sorry, what do you expect?
And I'm not going to hold back what I have to say because I'm afraid of being branded "hard to work with" when in fact this is the exact same behavoir that's looked upon as great in another coworker who's not Black.
And I really like how there are excuses for why famous Black people are as popular as they are:
-- Denzel Washington: the general consensus is he's a hot papi. But no, there had to be a scientific explanation as to why he was hot: he has perfect symmetry in his face. SO WHAT???? No one is going around measuring Tom Cruise's face or Ashton Kutcher's face to give an explanation as to why people find them attractive. Give me a break.
-- Colin Powell: People obviously respect this man. "He speaks so well. When he was at the UN he spoke so well." Did you even listen to what the man said? Whether you agree with the war or not you have to understand that his job was quite complex, esp when there really wasn't that much to stand on.
-- Condoleezza Rice: I love this woman. I'm so far from republican it's sickening but I still love her. She dispells every stereotype just by being herself. She's not comforting (Mammy) at all when it comes to negotiations, she's not bossy (b/c you'd expect a Black woman to be that way, right?) but very firm in her beliefs and she commands respect everywhere she goes. I also love her b/c she plays the piano as well! LOL... but basically, what can folks say? "Well, she speaks so well..." And another favorite "She looks so mean." If she was smiling all the damn time, you'd think she was retarded. And you would look mean too if your boss is always out to lunch when it comes to stuff like Iraq, etc. But I digress. Leave that woman alone and let her negotiate nuclear weaponry with Iran. If you want to say something about her, disagree with her policies.
You may read this entry and think that I think about race alot. Well, everyone does but I don't on a daily basis. And I have to admit that while at work, it's all about the substance and not about who's giving it, which is one thing I do credit to my job (most of the time-- when they start acting out, we let them know). And you notice that when I complain about work, it has NOTHING to do with race--- it's all about merit (or other people's lack of it). So for the majority of my day, I do not think about race--- so when it comes up, it has to be something really retarded.
On that note, I'm off to work. :)
Recall
(If you work where I work, then you'll know what "recall" usually means on a piece of traffic!! I'll just say it usually causes a tizzy for like a day or two at work.)
Yes, due to misunderstandings of such intonations of another blogger, Mr. Seth J., I must recall the bashing of the 2nd date hypothesis--- b/c he was just kidding.
But the point of the blog still stands... The Aristocrats is OK, still go see it for Bob Saget. It's definitely worth it! :) :) :) :)
The Aristocrats
Granted, I never heard of this joke before in my life. I'm going to say it probably is a good thing and also because I was raised in a Black family in the ghetto and humor there isn't quite the same as, say, George Carlin's or what not.
Anyway, I have to disagree with my fellow blogger
Sethj on this one. He stated that this was the best second date movie ever. I would say let's move that down to the best 11th or 12th date movie ever. And it's not because of the foul language or anything like that, but I'm sorry, there's but so much you can do or say about a joke that tries to fit stuff about genitals, bodily fluids, vomit, animals and sexual acts in one joke and still be able to laugh at it like after hearing it for the 3rd time. And the 2nd date will definitely be awkward after you see this movie. Best to catch it with a bunch of friends-- and the type of friends who say stuff that you see in this movie-- and not your Mormon friends, people. Common sense gotta kick in at some point, folks! :)
The joke itself isn't funny--- no wait, the punch line isn't funny. The way on to the punch line is hilarious, but that depends on who's telling it. I have to say that throughout the movie, there were only two or three funny versions. The unfunny ones were the ones that seem to follow a formula like "I have to include a dog now... ok, now put the mother at the end and then punchline". Nah.... and that was 80-90% of the movie. But I believe that the funniest versions of this joke are when folks you don't expect to even say it are telling it and those who are extremely detailed that makes it worth it or just the clearly absurd. And I have two words for the reason to see this movie: BOB SAGET. Remember "Half Baked"? Oh, this is worse and he's HILARIOUS!!!! The details that he put into this joke made it disgusting but made you think "What is going through his head? How is he thinking of this stuff????" and I was DYING laughing. You just can't believe the stuff he's saying--- which makes it even more funny!
Overall, it was an OK movie/documentary. I think it's always a good idea to have so many comedians talk about one particular thing in a movie b/c you're going to laugh at some point. But, sorry, Sethj, this movie can be a deal breaker for you or not, but I think I can speak for a lot of folks out there--- this is more of a "Hey, dude, let's go and see that movie-- I heard it was funny as hell. Call up the gang and let's go" kind of movie rather than a "Hi, Katie? Yes, want to go see a movie? How about Thursday? Awesome! Let's go to dinner first and then maybe we can hang out at the Waterfront afterwards. I'll be sure to walk you home" kind of movie. And for the record, this is not a "little scatalogical incest"-- a good portion of it just isn't funny! So if a girl doesn't like it, maybe it's because it's not her humor or just the lack thereof for a good portion of it? And you don't want her to pretend it's funny just so you can still like her, eh? You're not going to win if you make this movie a "test" to see if a 3rd date would occur.
Just my two cents.
But for all other readers, just watch it for Bob Saget. Don't spend 9 bucks to walk out 20 minutes into the movie (like 10 people did last night) and miss Bob Saget--- that's worth it!
My other fav-- "We all have to lighten up and joke a little.. especially since the tragic events... of January 3rd... that's when I lost my Visa checkcard, gang. Very sad day... very sad day!"
Me and my cat Ricky
Isn't Ricky a cutie??????? awww!
(And take a look at my guns--- watch out... they'll getcha! LOL)
Apology Accepted
My boss who wasn't "talking" to me yesterday apologized in a roundabout way for happened yesterday with the product. So, I don't feel so incompetent anymore... but it leads me to feeling pretty indignant and upset because I should not have cowered... which is going to lead into my next blog entry... stay tuned... it's gonna be a big think piece...
Crappiest of Days--- almost
So, OK, gang... I walk into work with that gut feeling and asking myself "Did I do everything right before I left last night?" And I am positive that I did everything as instructed... but there's still that feeling...
So I walk in and everyone's dead quiet-- I have this gift from God of where I can figure out the mood of a room as soon as I walk in. My SIA (Senior INtel Analyst) doesn't say anything to me, the other analysts don't either--- we all say "good morning" but there's something misssing.
I look down and see the notes from this morning's briefing-- uh-oh. Something happened. I knew immediately. So, I read through the e-mail and see that there was a very last minute product and it was something that I told the night analyst that he didn't have to worry about-- but alas, he did have to-- or so he was told.
My SIA, "The Nice Guy" looks over at me and gives me a painful smile. He walks mindlessly to the kitchen and then comes back to me and say "Stanli, come into my office.. we need to talk." He didn't even say it in a mean tone--- but you just knew that something was up.
We talked about the product and basically, all of the running around that he and the night analyst had to do at the last minute just came down to be my fault. Apparently, the head boss was upset and he wasn't talking to me. But I had to face the music at 10am (15 min after I got in at work)--- that's when we had a big group meeting.
The head boss had a big talk about it, talking in generalities but really talking about me. Don't you just hate that shit? It's like "Hey, everyone, I'm gonna talk about her but only so she won't think I'm talking about her."
But then comes the lifesaver. My other SIA, "The Diva" just pops right on in and says "No, she was right. Everything was taken care of, there was no need to do a product. I don't know why you guys are always ok with being bullied around when you know we are right." Oh, my goodness. And furthermore, "The Nice Guy" was the one who told me not to even do the product! So, even if there was fault to be had, it all wouldn't be mine.
So, it started out as a very crappy day, but The Diva came to the rescue and she was right overall. Even though her Divaness can be a bit overbearing sometimes she was right on time today. And I shouldn't have cowered like a punk--- but I'm sorry, before the Diva came in, there were like 3 folks against me, what am I supposed to do? I don't consider myself any form of an expert.
But in any case, the mood of the whole office changed in like 20 minutes. Everyone was happy again-- which is good-- it's good to see that no one wants another fellow worker to be in trouble (it's just embarrassing to watch anyway).
Some way, some how, y'all, I came out alright. (As far as THAT'S concerned... now as far as the rest of the day is concerned, pray for me!)
Awesome!
Well, I'm not going to let a little shift work get me down. I'm already planning my next excursion to the bars of DC.
Tom Tom: Tons o fun, especially after a Kickball game. There's a hot bartender there that a couple of girls (and some guys) and I like to stare at during and after a good game of flip cup.
Speaking of flip cup:
Asianmistress gives three great bars that still have flip cup: The Angry Inch, Exchange and Kelly's Irish Times. May have to check these mothers out!
Jazz anyone?: Apparently, I still haven't been able to fulfill my desire to go to either Blues Alley or Bohemian Caverns. But I'm gonna do it. I've been hearing nothing but great things about these places. I also hear that Blues Alley is awesome during the winter (I don't know if it's because of the weather or b/c the awesomest players come during that time...?)
Raku: I go here all the time, but lately I've been obsessed with it.... you've gotta try it! :)
Ok, back to work now... :(
Muggy Friday Day and Night
So, Friday was interesting. I ended up running a ton of errands before 12 noon. The main reason for leaving the house was that I needed to return the pair of Via Spiga shoes and buy other shoes like it that were more comfortable. Mission Accomplished. Then I ran into a coworker (who was also off shift) and we exchanged some good gossip and then went on our separate ways.
Got home and, while I should have been taking a nap, I decided to make a quick dash to the Starbucks down the street just so I could get at least a quick glance at the cutie who works there. I was able to see him and we exchanged some hellos and sincere/cute/shy smiles (he's soo cute!). The day before, he took my order and asked me what I was listening to on my iPod. "Beyonce and some Alicia." He then asked who I preferred and I say "Alicia. She's more original." Then we started talking about them, then other singers like Sade and blah blah blah. Then he stated "Well, Miss "I listen to great music" please come and visit me more often so we can discuss such things further." I assured him that I definitely would. So my visit yesterday was a way to confirm said promise. The "talk" didn't happen but at least I got to see him. (As a side note, I can't believe that my 'dating' life is reduced to this-- hoping to catch an eye of a cute guy at Starbucks. Ah, such is life for now, eh?)
After that exciting experience, I went to the movies. Earlier in the week, I had asked a buddy of mine to go see the Wedding Crashers with me but he complained that I asked him way too early. Well, the loser never got back to me so I recruited my partner in all crimes, KeyKey, to go with me. We went and I howled with laughter sooooo much. It was pretty good. It was completely loaded with tons and tons of quotes--- I just have to buy it (like the Anchorman) and study it over and over again in order to memorize the quotes.
After the Wedding Crashers, we wanted to go somewhere and hang out. So I suggested the Lucky Bar since we weren't necessarily decked out to go to 1223 or Ozios or what have you.
When we got to Lucky Bar, we were coaxed to sit OUTSIDE and talk with two friends from kickball for an hour and a half. Then I was convinced to go to a house party where the theme of the party was to play flip cup (!!!!!!) and other games. However, when we got there, it was even HOTTER and MUGGIER in the basement where such activities were taking place. After 20 minutes the girls and I decide that we couldn't handle it any longer--- even the fan blowing directly in our faces couldn't save us.
I walked back home, literally dripping wet. So much for the straightening comb for my hair! :) I got into the shower IMMEDIATELY and was finally able to hug my cat after my prepare-for-bed rituals.
Gotta love DC weather and DC shenannigans-- all in one night! Nice way to end a week long break and get back to work on Saturday/today (which is what I'm supposed to be doing now!!!!)
The Art of Flip Cup
I'm tellin' ya. This summer has been full of mystery.
I am a part of a Kickball team that's based in Adams Morgan.. (to be exact, I am a part of "The Plauge".. we came in dead last for the season-- however, we were nearly undefeated in the flip cup tournament!)
I never played flip cup, beer pong, A**hole, or whatever drinking games that exist while I was in college. Yeah, I was one of those goody-goodies. And when I was of age, I was a senior, an RA in a freshman dorm so I spent most of the time busting people for playing said games.
But now I realize what all of the fuss was about for these naive freshmen. And I understand why so much noise was invovled. And I understand such drunkeness of said debauchery. Had I the understanding then, I wouldn't have been as harsh--- but I still would have written them up but with a smile! :)
So, I started playing flip-cup a few months ago and lo and behold, I'm pretty darned good. One flip is all that needed for this chica here. Two if it's the third game... three if either I'm just getting really started or it's getting pretty hard to coordinate! I remember telling my kickball team member during the first time I played seriously: "Man, Erin, the more you play, the harder it is to flip the cup." LOLOLOLOL
I have learned that you have to master the flip by understanding what type of cup you are using. Those little paperweight Bud Light joints are NOT the ones to go with. They are so light that they might fly out of the window. The preferable ones are a bit bigger, can hold around 12-16 fluid ounces and have a pretty heavy (hopefully heavy duty plastic) rim. Do I sound like a drunkard? I may but I'm not. Honestly. If I'm going to play a game, I've gotta win, yo. And the way to win this one is to have a decent cup to flip (and awesome teammates who yell and scream in your ear as you're trying to flip the cup: "You better flip that goddamned cup! Now!!!!!")
Oh, I can't wait until the Fall Season of kickball!!!
What Happened to them?
(You know I have WAAAY too much time-- I'm definitely enjoying these days off... back to work on Sat... booooo!)
Anyway, what ever happened to these artists?
1. Hanson-- Remember "Mmm-bop"??? I think they had like another single that was AWESOME (I say it in the most sarcastic way possible)... then they had something else when their voices were significantly lower. Haven't heard from them since.
2. Limp Bizkit. I'm sure they are out with something but I just have no clue what the heck they may be up to. I'm just saying, I remember they had like the best single back in 1999/2000. Anything since?
3. Mark Morrison-- The 'Return of the Mac' dude. As much as I hate that song, I am still curious as to what he could be doing.
4. Mase-- he had that song "Breathe, Stretch, Shake, Let it Go" or something like that a few months back but I don't think he released another song since (or has he???) Still, does he hang out with Puff Daddy-- I'm sorry, P. Diddy. (As a side note, I just think Dave Chappelle has the best impersonation of P. Diddy--- the greasy lips just did it for me... LOLOLOLOL)
5. Tito Jackson-- What the heck is he up to now? I mean, everytime I talk about the Jacksons, his name just pops up which just leads me to ask "What does he do for a living?"
6. DMX--- I just saw a video from like 1998. I think he's been in a couple of movies or what not but I don't know if he's produced anything since.
7. Those two girls that got kicked out of Destiny's Child. I remember reading in a hair magazine a couple of years back that they formed their own group but I swear I haven't heard anything about that group since reading about it.
8. LL Cool J-- Well, I'm sure he's coming out with something anyway but I just had to ask-- will he make a come back? (Go ahead, let's say it together--- "Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years.)
9. Mystikal-- that dude who yelled/screamed all the rap lyrics. Remember that song "Shake Ya Ass" (watch yaself) from 2000, I guess? Whatever happened to him?
10. Keith Sweat-- I call him the original but clean R. Kelly. I don't think he's had a song in years... and unfortunately, all of his songs are quite identifable b/c they all sound alike. What are you gonna do?
11. When is Dave Chappelle coming back???? Not right!!!
Imitation of Life... A Real Deep Joint
After three failed attempts by falling asleep shamelessly, I finally finished watching the 1959 version of "Imitation of Life", which was highly recommended in a book I recently bought. There were two sets of stories in this movie: one about a struggling white actress and how she made it big, but she unwittingly neglected her daughter emotionally (I have to say that she did do very well without the help of non-related factors; she was apparently a damned good actress). The other story was about a Black woman who had a daughter who was mixed but her daughter tried her best to pass for white. I only watched it for the latter story. And I have to say that it was quite moving. Although I did not like the role of the Black mother being so damned submissive and so optomistic about everything, the point of the story still held: You are who you are and you cannot help it.
This movie pretty much hones in on how the biracial daughter was trying to deny her mother's heritage, which I think is sad. But considering the times and the opportunities available in the 1940s or what not, if I were the daughter, Sarah Jane, I'd probably do the same thing but wouldn't be so mean about it... I'd feel horrible but it would just suck to know that you can have a whole different life just by pretending to be only one thing or the other.
Look at things now--- they have changed to some extent. The opportunities are more than ever for all folks of all colors. But I still think that there's one element that's lingering out there that makes people get really really upset in a heartbeat-- and it's that of the issue of beauty. Let's face it-- beauty leads to attraction, which leads to interest, which leads to opportunities or at least standing out in front of other women or men. This is applicable to a lot of things in life (a job or marraige).
Let's face it, folks. That ain't gonna change-- at least not in America-- for a long long time. The preference will still be for tall, skinny, white (or something like it), with some form of curves but not too much and long hair, preferrably blonde. And it's all good. I say it's all good but believe me, sometimes, it doesn't seem like it's all good considering that I'm the opposite of ALL OF THAT. But the thing that's interesting out there now is that you can BUY this stuff to try to fit the mold... i.e. you can dye your hair, add extentions to make it long. You can buy 4 inch heels. You can diet and/or get liposuction to get skinny. The turning white stuff ain't all that easy and not really all that recommended but you can do that too (Look at MJ).
I don't know... no matter how you try to change, you better be changing for you. That's the only way you can stay true to yourself.
Shoes
I've never been a shopping type of girl... or at least that's what I thought until two years ago when I started getting this "Lucky" magazine. SOOO awesome. And it all came in handy today when I decided to go freakin' shoe shopping after having a pity party (as indicated in the previous blog).
Oh, my goodness, my friend KeyKey and I went shopping at DSW over at Pentagon City. Ain't nothing like shopping on a Tuesday afternoon. We were in that store for at least 2 hours and we left no shoe unanalyzed. I ended up getting a cute pair of Via Spiga's roundtoe joints--- very cute!
Nothing like spending that hard earned money that you get while getting yelled at while working... something's good gotta come out of it, right?
Success
Last night, I had my shindig at my apartment. I have to say that it went very well. The very people I wanted to see (plus some!) came, even if it was for half an hour or so. I really had a great time-- unfortunately, I slept all day and had to go to work tonight--- lots of beer bottles and plates to be thrown away. Hopefully, the cat won't find the chocolate Pentagon on the table! :)
Relationships are Delicate
The relationships you make with people are very delicate. Just gotta remember that when you're dealing with feelings.
But always protect your own.
Updates will soon appear on this blog.
Kids
I don't know if you notice but have you ever seen a kid wave at a bus as it's tumbling down the street? With a big grin on his or her face?
Or have you noticed how gentle a kid is when he or she is holding a kitten and making "awww" sounds?
There's something angelic about this. And I miss being a kid. Or at least being amazed at something that most deem simple.
My little cousins stayed wtih me for a whole weekend about a month ago and we had a blast. I was tired as all hell during portions b/c kids just have soooo much energy.
So they met my kitten, Ricky, and they fell in love with him. I keep thinking back to when we all were on the bed surrounding the cat, taking turns petting the cat. I think this the first time that they were up close to a cat without it running away from them. They took this to mean that the cat liked them and they were overjoyed by this.
They have a pug and they are self-declared dog lovers. However, Ricky was an exception. As my cousin Chris put it: "Ricky's on the side of the dogs. He's a cool cat." Then he proceeded to tell various imaginary stories about how Ricky was a spy for the dog camp and what not. TOO CUTE.
I dunno, but this is another one of those 'revelations' I've been having for the past week or so... sort of stopping and smelling the roses.
I think it's necessary to do sometimes-- esp in DC with all of the hustle and bustle that goes on in this city and at work and with stressful jobs.
As Shug says to Ceilie: "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the
color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice."
Amen, sister...
Clarification
A couple of readers didn't know what I was trying to say in the previous blog about "Interracial Dating".... (maybe because it was so dang long).
The bottom line: I don't know why this is such a big deal and why I ever let it be a big deal in my life at least. Everyone--- just love freely and laugh often... the secret to life.
And realize all people are beautiful and just go with your heart. No one on this Earth should be bound by something so stupid as the color of your skin or difference of background.
And if anyone gives you flak about this subject, just send them to me!
