its saturday

and im off. just cruising the net, as i am wont to do. posted some new pix on my crochet site. updated my blogroll, in case you were looking for something new to read. check out spritestitch.com, where i am getting some great ideas... i think that's it!!! oh yeah, i love the postal service (mailed stuff out thursday and shani-o and my other recipient got it today!!!) and i hate the oil barons( 45 minute wait WITH traffic cops just to get gas? wtf?).

13 famous people I've met.

So me and my supervisor were talking about how year mom from Moesha was acting snooty with him (honestly I think that'd be her personality regardless, lol), and it led me to this week's Thursday 13. I've kind of categorized them for you...

1 Anne Rice

I met her at a book signing. I'm a big fan of the Vampire Chronicles, and even included her stories in to a report about book adaptations. Anywhoo, I don't remember what we talked about, but I'm glad I met her when I did. Apparently she became a born again Christian and stopped writing about Lestat. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

2 Terry McMillan

I wrote about meeting her a few weeks ago. It was awesome. She was just so breezy. So comfortable. Loves it.

3 Maya Angelou

She was sitting in a wheelchair in the lobby when I walked over to her, my entire bank in my hand (hundreds of dollars). I would have gladly lost my job to meet her. She was so sweet and peaceful. And she looks like she could have been thinking up a poem.

4 ludacris

I was 17, it was Christmas. My friend Melanie, an intern at DTP, called me and asked if I wanted to hold some signs up in exchange for meeting Luda. Yes maam! I had listened to him every day after school when he was 97.5's Chris Lova Lova and loved him since. I missed my chance at the skating rink so she got us in at the Bounce, this GHETTO ass club from back in the day. Anyways, it was 2am when I met him. He called me beautiful. Nothing could get me down after that. Even finding out my boyfriend was cheating on me.

5 Isaac Hayes

I don't remember why he was in the hotel. All I remember is he got a roast beef sandwich. And he was real mellow. Cool as you would think. This was before he left south park, I think a few months before. He was awesome.

6 Chris Daughtry

Last summer he came into the store and stood at the magazine rack. Not many people recognized him. He didn't seem to mind. He was really lovely. And cute for a bald guy. His band came down later and kept me company (and I, them, I'm sure) later that day. I decided to buy their album because I liked them as people. The album wasn't my that great. He should have just joined Fuel when they offered instead d remaking their music. But whateva.

7 Ronnie devoe

Scream! I loves me some new edition. Ronnie came into the hotel and I fawned and told him that he was my first concert when I was 5. I even got a picture! Then I fell out. No lie. After he left, I hit the floor.

8 the chick from blaque who didn't leave, but not the one who raps.

After I picked myself up from the floor I went back to work. I was serving this chick who looked familiar. I asked if she went to Howard. No... My high school? Nope. I couldn't figure it out. "I was in Blaque." oh yeah! Boom like an 808, yada yada. Oh yeah, she's married to Ronnie and has this SERIOUS ring. I mean, you could kill someone with an errant wave hello with that thing. Later we heard stories about how she flashed the bartender and claimed to have a 3rd nipple.

9 Elizabeth Rohm

I knew her from Angel, before I started watching Law and Order. I walked into the service elevators and there she was! I squeaked. She called me adorable and took a picture with me.

10 Mercedes Mcnabb

If you hadn't known, I'm a big buffy/angel fan (shout out to Rashan!) so when Harmony walked into my job I freaked out. She said I was more enthusiastic than most of the people who paid to see her. She asked if I was working the next day and promised to come back and take a picture with me. And she did! Its stuff like that that makes a person cool to me.

11 Kevin sorbo

Mo hit on him so hard last year. I mean, she still has his picture on her mantel. And she did that "hurcules, hurcules" clapping thing from Nutty Professor. Lordie. My friends, I tell ya.

12 lavar Burton

My friend said I had to say "but don't take my word for it!" when I saw him. I didn't. But I did tell him that he was my reading hero as a kid and that my mom is a TNG trekkie to the core. He really did a lot for kids back in the day. And roots? Don't get me started.

13 Judge Mathis

He bought baby oil, condoms and mints. Hot night for the judge! Lol he was there speaking to a boys group. See, when I tell you I'd take yall on judge Mathis when you owe me money, its not just a threat. Me and him go way back.
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Let's talk about something else...

Besides crochet, before I get hate(r) mail like Rashan, lol.

*so Saturday I went off to walmart to buy yarn (technically that's not talking about crochet, lol), and when I come to the counter with about 6 skeins of what could only be described as froot loop colors, the girl says to me, "you're not gonna use these to braid your hair, are you?" my eyes got so big. I thought she was crazy! "noooo." "ya people have been doing that lately. Its cheaper than regular braids." oh. My. God. What? I have no desire to walk around looking like a cabbage patch kid, thanks. What the hell is wrong with people?

*you ever notice that Andre 3000 says the most dirty stuff in his songs, but he's so clever about it? He's quite frequently rapping/singing about oral sex. Meanwhile there's other rappers who say stuff like "my d*** on swole and I know your p***** wet, your mouth saying no but your body sayin yes." first of all, date rape anyone? Secondly, ew! Mystery, people! Let me laugh at the fact that you got your double entendre past the censors, instead of running into your uncensored version and turning into my mom.

*is anyone else watching True Blood? Its on HBO Sunday nights. Its about this small Louisiana town and how they deal with the fact that vampires are now a more common part of society. There's a metaphorical comparison to racism and homophobia and other types of discrimination. All the characters are so good. I love Tara, who said her mother was either a hateful bitch or an idiot for naming her after a plantation, lol. Its only 3 episodes in, so watch it if you like that sort of thing. Oh and its written by Alan ball, who did 6 feet under.

*my mom asked me if I'd let Kesi go to the strip club if we were married. I told her I didn't know. The truth is, I didn't know how to tell her I don't really care because he's cheap and since he watches lots of porn, I'm sure he'd be uninterested in what he could see for free at home, lol. But that's tmi for mom.

* Kesi's manager's uncle "found the thing what done made Viagra." That is to say he discovered the thing that causes the chemical reaction that makes men aroused. But she sounded so country when she said that to us last night, it was kinda hard to believe.

*i got drunk(ish) on rum runners and kamikazes Wednesday night at a show I went to. It wasn't so bad. I mean, I almost fell out of breezy's car, but you know, that could happen anytime. I was praying my mom was asleep, but alas it was only 130am, and she was sitting right in the living room. But I don't think she noticed, lol. Oh yeah, I saw this guy who I had a crush on in middle school. He made quite a clever joke comparing my Coach pig keychain and Sarah Palin. And La, he said he is muscle skinny, lmao.

*my ES, who now has nothing to do with me, thank God, actually got mad because the chick who took my place (who btw is pregnant) needed a few days off because her husband's fam died. She actually said, "its not like he lived here..." wow, bitch! Why are you so insensitive? So the CM was like, "thank you lord that I am not that insensitive," and EM actually got mad! This from the woman that made one associate bring an obituary back, and told another that she was being silly when she started crying because her sister was in the hospital. There is seriously not an ounce of compassion in her.
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Look what I can do!

This is for my cousin nicky's first girl (she has 4 boys). My mom's making the blanket and she asked me to make miss Kitty. I'm glad it came out so good. I'm not finished, that's why its here and not at my proper site, but I just finished the face and I'm so geeked!

I Googled some crochet stuff last night and came up with some great ideas. I didn't see anyone come at the angle I'm coming from, but I was inspired. I'll tell you now, I saw a tetris blanket and I wanna do one.

Ps, my mom decided to take the blanket to work with her and didn't bring it home! That's why the background is my lovely comforter and not the art she created (so you can see where I get it from).
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13 things I'm looking forward to

Before the end of the year.

1 metallica and deftones and kanye cds!

Before I was allowed to go to concerts metallica played the family values tour. But their lead singer James injured himself and couldn't play the Atlanta stop and so kid rock and the lead singers from korn and limp bizkit sang in his place. Do you know how much I would have loved to be there? Ugh! Anyways, I really like funky, hard, heavy rock music with really powerful lead singers and sick drummers. And these bands both have them. And they're putting out albums before the end of the year. Actually metallica is #1 this week. And so I need to make arrangements to hit the target. And kanye. Love Lockdown. Awesome song. And there's rumors his next CD will be out before Christmas! Yay!

2 Kesi's birthday.

We're 3 months apart, so I can see how he handles being 25 before I go through it, lol. And I've already got the celebration planned out. I'm that excited.

3 RAW

We're going to see WWE RAW for Kesi's birthday (a few weeks after his birthday actually) and I can't wait! Its gonna be so fun! Remember I'm going to dress like John Cena.

4 50% off associate discount

Usually during the slow period my hotel chain will let associates stay in rooms for free for a certain number of nights, to encourage travel. This year they're doing 50% off, which is actually better, because I don't really leave town much. So now I can stay in a hotel for cheaper! Huzzah!

5 breezy's Halloween party.

Tentatively its at this 4H cabin halfway between his house and mine. Its the perfect kind of creepy (I've been to a party there before and I remember saying that Jason was gonna jump out of the woods and kill us) and its gonna be so fun! And I get to be what I wanted to be last year.... Lol.

6 the election!

Its less than 2 months away and I'm looking forward to how this will play out. I have what they call "hope." its apparently contagious. And I'm praying and acting. I really want Barack to win!

7 friendaversary

October 22 is the friendaversary. Celebrating 72 years of friendship. I don't know what tops a tattoo as a gift, but we'll work on it.

8 new years

For obvious reasons. i don't know what I'm doing that night but I'll be out of work crazy early and partying it up!

9 the Christmas party

I love the work Christmas parties. I decided I'm going to wear red and black again. And hopefully a CERTAIN young man will come with me so I won't get hit on by that guy from events. Ew.

10 killer mike and crew at CW

Next Thursday! Mike, niko villamor, priceless and oh... Someone else, I cant remember them all. I'm so ready. The show is only $15. Yesss!

11 Kesi's cousin's wedding.

Its in saint Louis. I loves the weddings. And I love his family too. And besides the fact that its a strange mix of city and country, I love saint Louis too.

12 indecision 08 coverage

I love the daily show and colbert and no matter what happens that night I know I'll be laughing at them.

13 my brother's birthday.

He'll be 20! No longer a teen! Maybe more responsible! Pointing out your sister's oldness because she remembered the day you were born! Lol.

What are you looking forward to?
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New new

In case you hadn't peeped it, I put up 2 new pix on Anna Lula. I can't link them, but the site is listed in my links down on the left. One of them was shipped to X factor last week and I'm so glad she loves it. We had an adventure with special order wool yarn and color choosing, lol. It was a bonding experience.

The other was for my coworker's brand new grand daughter, and he rolled around the corner right in time with that lil announcement photo. "you know I make baby blankets right?" We were on the phone with his daughter in minutes talking colors.

I got another I'm finishing for my friend Reka. Look for it at the Howard Homecoming - I'll be there in spirit. The pix will be up as soon as she gets it.

In other news, I finally got some privacy. A Lil shade to cover the doorway to my bedroom. Its not a door but it'll keep people from peeking in to see what I'm doing as they do their laundry. Dammit. Kesi and I had quite the time trying to put it up last night seeing how I don't actually have a door frame per se. He had on shades to keep the dust from my ceiling tiles from falling in his eyes and I had to stand on my extra cushy ottoman so I could reach the ceiling and hold up the blinds. I'm so short. Anyways after realizing we needed a drill, then finding a drill and realizing we didn't have an extension cord or a bore bit, then hammering nails into the spots and pulling the nails out and driving the proper screws in instead of drilling, we got the damn thing up. And now I have to sweep. That's what a $5 walmart shade gets you.

Tomorrow I'm going to a show at Lenny's at 5 points. I'll be sure to take tons of pictures!
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too much time on youtube

for some reason youtube and blogger are in hater mode, so i posted the urls...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WFdlxr3uso

juney boomdata- whats up with that cookie
*i have a love hate relationship with this song because i think its sexist (and racist... he said "that wet wet mexican" in one line. if he didnt then whatever he did say was gross, lol) but i like the beat. and this video is funny*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnNyfGHUEHA

kanye- good morning
*its so cute!!!!!*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2ikj4x-zls

robyn- who's that girl
*"i just cant deal with the rules, cant take the pressure" me neither girl. this song is lyrically on point.*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGE34VAqYTk

super mario rescues the princess

ha!!! i never noticed he was basically calling her a slut...

ps- ive decided that if you feel like you need to comment on my blog but you dont actually SAY anything, of if i feel like you didnt READ my blog entry, i will delete your comment or ignore it. dont be wack. i get my lil email saying someone posted a comment and then i read the comment and i get a headache. stop!!! just dont say shit. lurk!!! that is all.

A little sad

That's what I am.

So... After I posted that story about almost getting whooped over a secret, I went on facebook to see if I could find some of the people I mentioned in it. Guess what? I found EVERY ONE! Except Adela, but I'm working on it. I even found the girl who almost beat me up, but I didn't try to add her. We have no other connections, lol.

So anyways, over the past few days I've been emailing them, checking out pictures, seeing who's still friends with who and ended up where. They all still remember me, which is cool, and they all look the same, which apparently is also true of me.

I'm sad because in my mind, people are where they were when I left the. Everyone I emailed and requested and have talked to, they were still 11 in my head. Now I'm seeing kids, and marriages, ivy league credentials, vacations and so much more that I can't describe. These people have lived 13 years without me. They aren't who they were back then.

I missed it. And its my fault really. I didn't say a thing that last day of school. I cried for my best friend, who was brave enough to say she was moving away. Hid my tears from moving hundreds of miles away behind that reason. Instead of telling them what was wrong... These were my friends. I pretty much abandoned them. So I guess I'm sad with regret.

"Yea, it was crazy coming to school the first day of sixth grade. You were the only one I was really looking forward to seeing, and it really hurt not seeing you, anyway lol."

The boy who pinned me to the wall and kissed me when we were 5 said that to me today.

So yeah. Just a lil sad. I wish I could go back and change that day. Get some numbers and addresses. But I was so "tough" back then (another childhood friend's words, not mine) that I kept myself at a length. All I can do now is try to catch up.
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and more pictures!!!!

ok so, these pix were supposed to go up thursday, but with my not having a computer... so anyway all of these are costumes except the last one, which is the real thing!!! i bet stace knows who that is. holla!!!!

I choose my choice!

Does anyone else watch the daily show? You should if you don't. You also owe it to yourself to catch the repeat of Thursday's show when it comes on tonight at 8. Samantha Bee is my hero. Her coverage of the RNC, trying to get people down there to say "choice," was one of the funniest/ most perfect things I've seen in the media today. When John Stewart was talking to Newt Gingrich Wednesday night and he said something to the effect of "palin wants us to respect her choice and elect her VP to take away ours," I thought I had reached my echelon. But oh no.

Ladies and gents, I am so pro choice. Like, hard. I come from a place where there were 2 pregnant girls in my 8th grade class. Where I have friends with babies and abortions. Friends who got married only to be now divorced or on their way. Where I passed out or sold condoms (for $.25) in school before prom because I worked in cvs and was one of few whose mom told me to go to planned parenthood. I've made my good decisions and bad decisions, and I have no room to judge.

You figure a woman who ran away to elope and had a baby 8 months later would tell her daughter not to make the same mistake. You figure SHE of all people would have a more realistic view than "abstinence only." but no. Now she's a grandma. And you CANNOT tell me that she didn't for a second think, "we can just have an abortion and no one will know." I wouldn't think it was a big deal- 17 year olds get pregnant all the time, thanks to lack of education and resources- if it wasn't for all the deafening hypocrisy in the situation. Even hypocrisy is human. Just own up to that shit. Stop trying to paint this situation as something its not. That boy does not want to marry her. He didn't even want kids, lol. Your family and his family got together and decided what was the best way to save face. Some money was even probably exchanged. And it helps that yall are from Alaska. The cost of living is super low, and thanks to oil subsidies, that child gets $300/yr just for being born.

So anyways, I don't want someone who's gonna ask me to respect her child's CHOICE but has no respect for mine. I would choose to have my baby if I got pregnant today (and trust that it would be sooo unplanned). but I'm in a long term, monogamous relationship. Not everyone, including this woman's daughter, can say that. And none of those people have any bearing on MY choice. And so Sarah Plain and Tall (ha! X I see you!) should have no bearing on anyone else's. Don't think you are better than anyone because you had a shotgun wedding. Because you kept your baby and gave him a stupid name.

This is just my interpretation of the situation. I have no beef with Bristol, and honestly I think she's being used as a pawn, and if her moms boring ass wasn't running for VP she'd be telling a different story and her boo would still have that mullet. Anyways, I do have beef with her mom, and the type of people that almost ran my mom down while protesting when she was going to get a pregnancy test, cuz they thought she was trying to abort me. The type of people who put themselves on a pedistal for having more opportunities than others, for passing judgement on situations they themselves have never been in.

OBAMA 08 son!

Yes we can, because we still have rights!
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some pix

more to come on thursday!!!Kesi and Breezy. kesi came by to see me and take some pix. he's such a doll. as you can see by the apron, B was workin hard!

1230am on sunday, and i had finally run out of steam. i openned the door and saw the lil spot of space and knew i could fit there. my supervisor decided that it was photo time, lol.

monday i went to a show called Welcome Home Hip Hop. im sure the video will be up soon if you wanna youtube. mine will be up today, or tomorrow. anyway, this is Life the Great. he;s cool. got a retro sound. thats my friend Work Sam in the back.

this chick had on the most tacky shit!!! im bout to send her pic to Durty Mo, lol. got on 12 different colors. anyway, thats the lead singer from yellow wolf. he was jammin. youtube them, theyre awesome.

in addition to calling that 80's reject onstage, he also stole my shades off my face!!! what? lmao, but you know i got them back. lets not play.

And I'm back!

Quick rundown of the long weekend:

I tired and I lost my voice on Friday. I've been hearing that I sound like a man since then. My voice is so gone I can't sing Toni braxton. Yeah.

There's a pic of me resting on the shelf at work. I was just so tired!

Kesi came by and surprised me at work. It was so sweet of him! Brightened my day.

This guy led me to believe he was Frank Miller, the animator of 300 and Sin City. His name was actually Frank Miller, and so when I asked him if he was THE Frank Miller, he kept going "shh, shh," like "I don't want people to know its me." so then I googled him and he looks nothing like the guy. Nothing. He came back and I was gnna call him out but I was too tired so I just gave him an evil look.

I made lots of tips. But I overdrew my acct.

My friend Hotel Sam (as opposed to Ruby Sam, who works with Kesi) saw Danity Kane from backstage Saturday night. You know I was outdone right? She knows another of my highschool friends, Larry, who of course is cool with Dwoods, and they got back there. Meanwhile I was washing a million dishes. I was so over her! But hanging out with her last night I can see why people love her so much. She's literally crazy.

I got a Barack magnet. He's posed like Rosie the rivetter and it says "yes we can!"

Some costumes were awesome, some were wack to the nth degree. I have pix. You'll see them thurs.

I left work at 230 Saturday night. I spent 1.5 hrs washing dishes. That's how much crap we used. And the other closers left me and Breezy. Wackery.

I touched a drag queen's boob @3am outside a bar. I could tell the difference. But they were very well done.

Green card has trouble with American names. She spelled Robin "raban," Justin "jastan," Stephanie "stapny," Rayne "ran" and the list goes on. It was hilarious calling those drinks. Who? What?

Went to a local hip hop artist showcase last night. It was pretty awesome, but some acts were hurting my heart. I'd definitely check out Yellowwolf and Life the Great cuz I dig them, lol.

My ex supervisor came back to "help" for the busy weekend. She was barely around. Then she complained that this was her weekend off for her new job so she only got one day off. Honestly she was getting paid to do nothing, so she coulda kept her ass home.

My girl Mary Lou and I worked cold bar. Industrial buckets of frapp mix and mocha. I'm talking straight jugs. We slaved man. but we also danced and sang while mixing drinks. At one point a hotel employee tried to break the line and get some free stuff while Mary and I were singing John Legend. We had to tell him to "take it slow, oh oh...." we had the whole room cracking up.

**I'll be back with a real post later today. I haven't seen Kesi since Friday and we need some qt. Also some things need illustration. Holla!**
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13 things I did this weekend

1 got dissed by my brother via text.

Every Friday night I go to Kesi's job, which is also his and my brothers' jobs. So when on the way my bro texts me saying he has a question. It was strange because he was at one point sitting next to me but we were in public and we still texted rather than talked. Anyway, I said "I hope you don't date any of my friends," and he said, "oh no. I have an age limit." what?! We're less than 5 years apart! Its not so far fetched! Buster. Age limit...

2 took pics of same brother with underwear on his head.

So apparently grown ass, dad-aged men think its ok to give college students (one of the chicks that works at their job) Victoria secret underwear. Uh, no. So while we're all lamenting this situation, my brother decides they'd go great as a hat. And since I had my camera in my hand... And now they're on facebook. I'm pretty sure that's what he wanted anyway, lol.

3 got into a thing with Kesi

Without rehashing the events, I'll say apparently I had a tude, I was tired, he was tired, things need to be addressed in a timely fashion, I'm a details person, etc. It ended in my crying because it was 430 and I just wanted to go to sleep but I knew I couldn't until it was resolved. And I was already losing my voice because after my bro put draws on his head at his job, we went outside and acted a whole other kind of fool, reenacting Olympic gymnastics and ish in the drizzle. So I was crying and whispering and just a total mess.

4 checked into a hotel just to go swimming.

During Fay's cloudy Saturday. Damn her! Its Wednesday and its still rainy. Anyway the boys and I went swimming, searched for pennies on the floor of the pool, did backflips, and avoided the outdoor portion of the pool at ALL costs. All. It was freezing out there! We took pix too, although Kesi has all those. I tried to teach them how to float like I did with La, but I don't know what went wrong. They have heavy upper bodies, lol.

5 saw my friend Carla.

We went to hs together! She came by to hang and show off her still teeny body in a cute swim suit that she got for free. Hate! Kesi's brothers kept calling her Maxine Shaw. She really looked like her too, down to the styled dreds.

6 had a hot tub argument

The N family believes hot tubs are "people stew" my brother, Carla and I jumped in anyways, because we say its good for your pores and stuff. They weren't buying it. But it sure felt good. Until we thought we'd jump back in the cold pool... That wasn't the brightest idea, nerve-ending-wise. But I saw on the travel channel that going from a steam to the cold is actually good for you. It just doesn't feel good.

7 found the car battery dead

After a shower and change, we went to eat. When Carla and I pulled up to Kesi's new Yorker, the boys were still standing outside the car. "I left the lights on." argh! So we all piled into Carla's tiny car. I'm talking, like a tercel.

8 ate at Joe's

This is the same place I went on my birthday. Did I mention it was walking distance from the cars? But there's a big fence around the hotel property. So we had to drive even though I was so hungry that if I'd brought sneakers I would have jumped the fence. I had the same thing I had last time, and so did my brother and I think Kesi too. We're boring, lol. But their shrimp it STILL bangin.

9 spent the night at the hotel

With Kesi. And my brother. Fun...

10 woke up too early

Kesi's mother gave the car a jump. But since everyone had to work except me, we had to be up at 7am! Wtf!? On top of that, the battery didn't take the jump, it was drizzling, and I still had on flip flops. I was so full of hatred, lol. Not toward anyone, just against the time of day. When we got home around 9, I couldn't sleep. Irony.

11 tried to study

There's this big management training book I've been trying to crack for a week. Its not complicated, just EXTREMELY boring. And the Olympics were on... And then I fell asleep.

12 avoided my voice mail

My dad called my brother and I on Saturday. I had heard my brother's message, wherein my dad said (and meant) everything we wanted to hear: he's an idiot, he missed us, he's sorry. And I KNEW there was a similar message on my phone, so I didn't check it. Until Tuesday. La said I was "choosing the conditions under which I am miserable." sigh. I texted him because this is a very busy work week and I know that if I call him I'll get all teary and it won't be a quick conversation. I decided not to be a jerk and be silent just because that's what he did.

13 talked to Sallie Mae

They were actually nice considering I've been avoiding them since God knows when. Hopefully I'll be in a good place to finally finish school (I know you've heard that one before) and then I won't have to worry about them til next year. Let us pray.

*btw I'm pretty sure I won't be posting this weekend, as it is Dragon Con and I'll be either working or sleeping. But I'll be back Monday with pictures and recaps of the crazy. And money! But no money for you.*
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Shhh...

I like to think I'm good at keeping secrets. There of course have been times when I have slipped, and naturally I don't consider sharing with Kesi or La "telling." that's just like repeating it to an empty room, lol. But when talking at work the other day, I shared the story of why I'm so good at keeping secrets:

Does anyone remember DARE? Drug awarenes resistance education? I don't know if they had it in the south, but up north they had this program where in 4th grade a cop would come in and tell you why drugs are bad and to stay away from them. They tell you what drugs and drug periphenalia and even drug dealers look like, all with the aid of "The Simpsons" -esque cartoons. And they gave you a chance to ask anonymous questions. This is where the trouble started.

My best friend in 4th grade was a 5th grader named Adela. We rode the same bus and had a crush on the same boy, my classmate Eric "Shorty" Santiago. Swoon! We used to yell out "Shorty!" on the bus after school and embarrass the eff out of that poor boy. Adela and I were tight and told each other everything. We even sang together, which, is no small feat because both of us were shy, violin playing type chickies.

I remember Adela was so upset one day. We leaned our heads against the back of the seat in front of us and whispered to each other. Turns out, her friend Evelia, who was also a 5th grader, was bragging in their neighborhood (Adela lived close enough that we rode the same bus, but far enough that I wasn't allowed to bike to her house. I was 10 after all) that she smoked cigarettes. Adela tried to get her to stop but there were other kids influencing Evelia, and it was just all bad. Now I see that it probably wasn't about the smoking, but more about the fact that she was losing a friend. I tried to make Adela feel better but of course it was no use. I really had nothing poignant to say.

The next day during DARE, I decided to get some help. "this girl I know is smoking cigarettes. What should I do?" The officer over the class, one of my aunt's coworkers from all the way in Waterbury- what, were our cops too busy patroling to volunteer in their own city? Waterbury was not close by- was very little help. The advice she gave was stuff Adela already tried, probably because she took the class the year before and was the type to retain information. I was crestfallen.

At lunch that day, I was greeted by the inquisition. Shirley and Krystin. Shirley was the type of girl who, even in elementary school, you knew she was gonna be a skank by the time she was a teen. She was always kissing someone or showing off undeveloped private parts. Oh Shirley... Krystin was still considered the new girl, and having her first friend be Michael Smith, the biggest dork in our class (also known as my first kiss, who I think is gay now, figures) was a double blow, so she was trying to be up on info in order to be cool.

"I recognized your handwriting on that question earlier..." and who are you now Shirley? Jessica Fletcher? Ugh!

"what? I didn't write it! You're crazy."

"oh come off it! Who's smoking, Joy?" and now I see that Krys is playing bad cop. Pointing and getting stern in her voice.

I folded pretty easily, I now see. But I thought I was safe. I made them pinky swear. And any self respecting girl can tell you pinkie swears are law. Apparently one of these two had no respect for themselves or me.

The next day I arrived to school ready to greet the day.
"there she is!" Shirley came bounding up to me while I was standing in line waiting to enter the building. "Her! Joy!"

Behind her was Evelia. Let's take this time to describe our opponents, shall we? Joy- 10 years old, 85lbs (if that), 4foot 9, baseball and kickball player. Strong points: running, climbing, the ability to brush off bumps and bruises. Weak points: violence. Can't fight a lick.

Evelia- 12 years old, 120lbs, 5foot 3 (not fat, but surely a big chick), sports unknown. Strong points: close relation to the devil. Weak points: I sure if I would have tripped her she would have fallen pretty hard.

Back to the story: Shirley disappeared as quickly as she ratted me out. And Evelia was about 2 feet away from me. "who told you I smoked cigarettes?!" I don't think you guys understand. This bitch was huge.

"I'm not telling." I even distinctly remember crossing my arms in defiance.

"WHO TOLD YOU I WAS SMOKING?!?!" at this point she took a step closer to me and the fires of hell came out of her mouth and melted my steel reserve.

"Adela." and she was gone. For a big girl, she was swift (I'd like to point out that I was her height and weight at high school grad. So when I say she's big, its the perspective of a wee 4th grader, not "if only I weighed 120" current Joy). At this time I noticed that everyone was looking at me. I imagined they were thinking, "that Joy, she just ratted on her best friend! If I was adela I'd never speak to her again. Tsk tsk." I mean, that's what I was thinking. And that bitch Shirley was back in my face trying to be all sympathetic. Thankfully the doors of the school openned- where were they 5 minutes ago?- and the longest day in history began.

I didn't see Adela until we got on the bus. She was crying. Apparently she and Evelia got into a big thing and they weren't talking. And she was really mad at me. At that point I felt I should have gotten my ass kicked rather than snitched on her. As much as I wanted to I couldn't take it back. And so I did the only thing I could do, which wasn't enough. I told her I was sorry, and that I could understand if she never wanted to share a seat ever again.

Adela and I fortunately remained friends, though it took a minute before she would share any secrets with me again, which is understandable. She and I left Bridgeport the same year, and we even stayed in touch for a while after that. Her little brother ended up being my cousin Ms Lady's best friend. Small world, huh?

These days, when a person confides in me, I think of her. How I almost totally lost my friend and my credibility, and how I never want it to happen again.

And, you know, almost getting my ass beat certainly helped too...
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Thursday 13:The joy-tionary

I have a way with language. A... Finesse, if you will. The ability to make up words that eloquently express what I'm trying to say, without having people go, "what?!"

At least that's what I like to think. Sometimes, being that I use ACTUAL words that people don't know, sometimes when I use my made up words they think I'm being cute and trying to make them look silly for not knowing what I'm talking about.

Anyways, here's a few words and phrases that are seared into my personal lexicon. Most of them are actual words or word derivatives, they just mean something different in my world. I even used some in a sentence!

Bedorable- so adorable it warrants moving down the alphabet from a to b. "my cousin BJ is so bedorable! He looks just like his big brother did when he was a baby!"

Boom-boom- I have made my point, albeit comically, and usually a simpler and wronger answer than the actual reason. "the reason cop cars don't have seat cushions in the back is because people don't wanna spend tax money making sure the person that robbed them has a smooth ride to jail. Boom-boom."

I'm over it- I don't want to talk about it. Usually said when something is so confusing or angering that I can't complete a thought or a sentence.

Mashed potato- a person who is mushy and emotional. See: the owner of this blog. Coined on my 5th anniversary with Kesi, when I started crying at maggianos.

Mmmkay- an affirmative to people who overexplain or ask me something stupid. Said like Mr Mackey from South Park. "could you make sure my coffee is hot?" "mmmkay."

Owneenknowhatatelyafolk- "I don't even know what to tell you folk." said when a person hints that they need something instead of just coming out and asking. "dang, I don't have enough money for lunch!" "Owneenknowhatatelyafolk."

Patois- private parts. Coined by my brother and our friend Sam (who said it sounded like a French word) when I tried to explain to them that Jamaican is a nationality, not a language. "Don't touch my patios!"

Rafiki- in the past. Rafiki, of course, is the monkey from the Lion King who said "it doesn't matter, its in the past!"

Shnookie- a loved one. Said in a deep, manly voice. From the cartoon "Invader Zim," wherein an alien baby said his earth name, Noogums, was inbefitting of him as a warrior. When asked what his real name was, he replied "Shnookie!"

Skeetastic- lasciviously sexual and highly freaky. A combination of the slang word "skeet" and "fantastic."

Sneeze- the smell of breath. A smell that apparently only Breezy and I can identify.

Under-face- your chin. Not sure how it started but we say it all the time. See also: back-face, also known as "hair."

Your face/ your butt- a line of dialog between my brother and I when we're just being jerks to each other. "your shirt is dirty." "your face is dirty!" "your butt is dirty!" it can get more intense and hilarious when we talk about things that don't characterize a face or a butt, like, "you left the door open." "you left your face open!" "you left your butt open!"

Feel free to use these terms in your everyday life.

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you know you want one!!!!

after 2 years, i finally did it! i started my crochet blog! ok its not really a blog, more of a display of things thiat ive made and information on how i can make something FOR YOU!!!! if that is your wish. there is no pricing info, cuz i feel like that should be between the person i make it for and myself. also, the items are named after the people i made them for, if they are originals (unless i made 2 or more for them, then i have to be creative). yes my friends have strange names.

so check it out!!!
http://annalula.blogspot.com/

Exhale

"I'm sorry that your friend died. That really sucks. I know that ur probably having a hard time right now, but I have 2 say something. For the sake of my own mind I cant continue this. I cant act like we were once friends that just drifted apart. What we had ended badly, at least thats how I see it. So I cant just talk to you now like everythings ok. It makes my head and my heart hurt and it puts me back where I was when we were 17. I'm so different now. I just want you to know that I never cheated on you and I never lied to you. Whatever you may think, that's the truth. There r so many questions that I had back then that r unanswered and thats fine."

I finally got to say what I needed. And I got a really unexpected answer...

"If u don't want 2 talk, i understand. U were my 1st, and that's a big deal! Don't want 2 make u uncomfy! I was lied 2, just want u 2 know, i'm sorry. Kesi is a very lucky man! U r a great woman!"

Wow. Surprising me at every turn. And an extraneous use of exclamations. I thought I was bad.

"I owe u an explanation. U will always have part of me, and 1 day u'll want 2 know why i gave up on us."

That's left to question, but I told him that if he wanted to explain I'd listen. Its all rafiki to me, but I can appreciate the need to get things off your chest and taking that opportunity.

La asked me if I feel better:

"I really do. No longer like screaming, but I may cry when I get home. I mean, every time I thought about our relationship there was always the remorse of "oh well, so many things unsaid," but I think I have closure now. I hope he's happy with his cats.*"

For the record, I didn't cry. I snuggled with Kesi and watched cartoons. A much better release, I think.



*the line about the cats is from "FRIENDS." that was a funny scene.


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Me and my life

*Cross your fingers that I'm going to St Louis this fall. I neeeed to go. Why?
1 I haven't left this state in over 2 years.
2 I don't really know Kesi's family and I would like to.
3 its a wedding, and I love weddings! Love, a party, and free drinks and cake? I'm there, thanks.
4 I'll have somewhere to wear my dress that's just sitting, waiting to be loved. I don't believe in that white after labor day falderall. That's right I said falderall.
5 maybe I'm old enough to go on a casino boat now!

Kesi and I need a break! And I hear the crack headed girlfriend is out of the picture. The one who, last time I went to STL decided to announce to people I just met that she gave Kesi and I condoms. Yeah, I can do without her.

*So people at my job are really irking me these past couple of days. Remember waay back in like 2006, when I was talking about the guy who decided to ask me if "your man let you out the house in those pants?" Johnny is his name. Well when I went to the gift shop he was like "oh I see they made you change." and I told him nicely to keep my ass out his mouth before I replace it with my foot. Over time I really started to see his chauvinistic ways, as we have gotten into it (politely) about what he feels is a "woman's place." its not at all surprising to me that he's single.

So Wednesday, I'm sitting in the cafeteria on the computer looking at blogs. My friend Lewis and I were laughing at Durty Mo's site, when Johnny comes up and starts looking too. After Lewis leaves, and Johnny heads for the door, he said "I see your man is letting you wear those pants again." oh, really? So I let him have it.

"no man, not my boyfriend, my father, especially not you, has ANY control over what I do with my ass and what I put on it. You have been saying this to me for years and I told you to let it go. Its a tired joke and I never found it funny." oh, and when I get mad, I get loud. And did I mention we were in the caf? So he hits me with "ima leave you alone because I see you're sensitive about it." nigga what? "yeah. I am. I don't know what time you live in but today, a man does not 'let' a woman do anything. So you can 'let' that shit go." and I walked off. I mean he had me boiling. And for the record, I do believe that he's making these comments because he likes what he sees. Which is just plain harassment, because either they look and don't say anything, or they say, "you look nice today Joy. No one has made any adverse comments about the appropriateness of my uniform. I've been wearing them on and off since 05. He's lucky I don't report him.

*Then, yesterday, Green Card decides that she wants attention. She sees me reading the paper (google Lavonia, Ga, AJC, and Hostage, 3 Years to see what I was reading.i It is a very interesting article) and she called my name. Still reading, I say, "yes?" I guess that wasn't enough because she gets right in my face (I was leaning sideways over the counter) and starts banging on the paper saying, "listen to me!" heffa how OLD are you? At this point I look her dead in the face and tell her to stop. She then proceeds to smack the paper some more, smiling playfully the whole time. "answer me!" "Green, if you don't get away from me acting like a violent child..." my face was close enough to the paper that she could have hit me in the nose and it would have been on. All she wanted was to know my middle name. Isn't that the kind of question one could answer without having to devote absolute attention to the asker? "chantelle." "oh. What's wrong with you?" oh I'm sorry I would rather read than apease your crazy-ass cry for attention. She does it all the time and I'm over it. I am pretty sure I would have laid hands on her if she would have accidentally hit me. Not too much though. I need my job and I don't think any of yall have time to make "FREE JOY" shirts.

*so as not to choke a bitch, I left work early. I had already asked to go home because I was feeling "cranky" and it was dead slow. So I send Kesi a text telling him I'm heading to the house. "you walked? Its dark out!" he hates for me to walk in the dark, and so do I, because I am small and defenseless, except my knife and a short stint as a track runner. I explained to him that it was dusk and that I had to get home to put some work into the blanket I'm making. "I'm cranking out the hits." he replies, "you're like the Dr Dre of arts and crafts, lol." what? I guess he meant I'm in demand and dedicated to my work. I'll take it.

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13 things that I hate about the space/book

I love social networking. I use myspace to keep up with family in CT and to listen to my friends' music. I use facebook to look at peoples' pix and to find old high/ middle school friends. Overall they're great sites and good ways to pass time, but then there's things that make me wanna roll my eyes or log off. Here's my list of the 13 things I hate about Space/Book

1 RIP?
This is #1 because it inspired this list. Some time ago someone posted a status that said something like "gone too soon, RIP lil Pookie, I know you're flying with the angels now." then others started following suit regarding this guy. I didn't know him but someone I know did, and so I asked about him. "he's dumb as hell." "you know he died right?" "you know he got shot in the stomach robbing a convenience store, right? He didn't even need money. He was just trying to be hard." damn. Word? And I'm still seeing people's status making him out to be 1 miracle short of the Savior. And I can't hate on a person for loving someone, but let's not try to gloss over the truth.

2 random friend requests
Do I know you? No? "ignore." I sometimes have no desire to know the people I interract with daily. I'm not trying to add to that.

3 rude comments
I had a video up a while back, and someone decided that itd be fun to berate and make derogatory comments about someone on the video, AND my 3 year old cousin. Not to mention that this person was not even my friend and I didn't even know you could do that. And so I sent this person a message stating that they'd be wise to stop talking about my family and friends before I came and saw about their young ass (this kid was about 8 years younger than me. Really youngster?). Then a few weeks later this child tried to add me as a friend and say they were "kidding." I let him know that I was not.

4 passive aggressive statuses
This chick I know, every time I get on the face, her status is something like "I'm sick of these boys, I'm looking for a real man, I'm not giving my heart out any more." I'm talking about every other day. It seems to me that she keeps putting herself in these situations and then decides to make us feel sorry for her or get on a "men aint shit" wall post tangent. I'm not for that, lol. Me and men are on good terms. Then there's the chick who puts "don't be putting ish out on facebook, if you were real you would come to me like a woman." pot calling the kettle black anyone? Both of them are clearly talking about 1 person, why not just talk to them instead of putting them on front street?

5 booty shot pix
I don't wanna see your ass. Thanks. I'm talkin bent over, half dressed, Luke video auditon. Its just not necessary. Save it for the jailhouse cell wall.

6 spam groups
I'm all for supporting my peoples, so when they have music fan groups or event groups I join. But why is 3 or 4 members of the group sending out the SAME email to members of said group? Do they not realize they're sending it to the same person? And these teasers to events that haven't been announced? Stop! I don't like having 12 things in my inbox that are literally the same message, or are so cryptic that I have a headache when I'm done.

7 messenger
I hate myspace messenger. I've never even used it. But facebook messenger is a waste of energy. You're on whether you want to be or not! When I'm on fb I'm probably on other things too. So when I click back to fb, I have some person going "hello? Joy! Are you there?" for the past few minutes. There's no pop up or bells, and its all at the bottom of the page, so I wouldn't know it was there. Wack.

8 facebook frenemies
We weren't cool back in the day. But you wanna add me? I'll accept strictly to see if you're gonna apologize.

9 busy ass pages
My cousin Boochie's page takes 6 minutes to load on Kesi's high speed. Wtf? She's got lil dancing things, music imbedded, neon colored spinning guitars in the background, so even once I get on the page, I now have vertigo. I haven't been on her page since last year. The headache just stopped.

10 old people
"what is this mein-space?"
This German guy at my job has a teenage son who loves the "mein-space." he decided to ask some younger employees about it, rather than making his own profile, thank God. But why is my old ass former manager on the fb? And a bunch of other older people too. Womp. I can see teachers, cuz it started as a student site and I do be looking for certain favorite teachers, but when my mom gets a fb account, I'm leaving.

11 tmi cousin!
My cousin Chris's profile picture is his bare chest. Ever heard that phrase "put the bird back in the cage"? Yeah. Then we have other relatives who wanna declare their teenage love for a different not every week or have bikini shots or talk about what kinda "nigga gets me goin and keeps me coming"... Sigh... My mom had to have a lil talk about discretion to one of them while she was in CT.

12 how they're almost identical
Facebook just changed their look and it looks just like myspace, which now has status updates for you and your friends like facebook, which got that damn messenger after myspace did. Soon they'll be one entity.

13 "online now" stalkers
There's this kid who I "friended" who, every time I'm on the space, sends me a "hi," "what's good," "let's IM." how could he possibly be online so much? I sometimes think he's been hacked, but usually if they want to spam you they just cut to the chase, right? Then I think, "his messenger name is so inappropriate (its a porn term), it can't be him ." then I think, "maybe it is. Maybe he's just a freak." And this happens every time I go on there!

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Half-aversary

Last Tuesday, August 5, marked 6.5 years for Kesi and I. Back at years 1&2 we'd celebrate it, but by the time you reach 3 or 4, a semiannual love celebration gets to be costly and exuberant. But this year ECW and smackdown was coming to the Philips arena, and it happened to fall on our "half-aversary." I actually like wrestling, and besides, I can watch any sport live, so we were in there like swimwear. (what does that mean? People say it and it makes no sense!)

After the pork fiasco (double bubble has pork in it?!?) and the subsequent depressing grocery trip, Kesi got dressed and we got going. He wore the rocawear thermal(!) I got him for his birthday last year, and I wore my new express shirt over a fuschia tanktop, and matching fuschia pumas. We had quite a moment removing all our knives from our pockets and stuff before we got on Marta.

We ate at the CNN ctr, somewhere we hadn't been in about a year. Arby's turkey sandwiches and frappuccinos for lunch. Mmmm... We're a simple folk. This is when the "obama is a celebrity" ad first came up so I had to see McCain's face on the big screen. Ew!!! Lol. We enter the venue and make good on our promise to get our friend Sam a souvenir. She got an undertaker shirt; Kesi, one with HHHs hella expensive design on it; me, one with an old school Nintendo cartridge cartoon of John Cena on it. Swoon! If you have no idea who that is, I invite you to google. Don't worry, I'll wait............................

done? Yeah. Right? He used to "rap" back in the day, but thank God he stopped that. He's on RAW, but that's ok cuz we're going to see that in November, and I'm gonna dress like him. Crazy? What's your point?

Anyway so we get to the entry and Kesi CANNOT. FIND. HIS. TICKET. Do you know how annoyed I was? I wanted to scream. See, he keeps everything in his pocket, receipts from weeks ago, a letter I wrote him years ago, crumpled money, thousands of pens (but no paper), etc. So how did you lose your ticket? We retrace our steps and by the time I get to the door we came into I realize the floor is SPOTLESS. There's people sweeping everywhere. Everywhere. I ask the janitor how long he's been there. "a few minutes." so even if the ticket was swept up, he didn't do it. I meet back up with Kesi; he dropped the ticket when he reached in his pocket to get his wallet to pay for our tee shirts and it was still sitting on the floor. Whew!

We head to our seats, which leads to us bypassing the "club." I hear someone say something about a hennessey and coke. Ooh, yeah. Lol. Ironically, there's a less crowded tee shirt kiosk right there. Bitch! Come on!

The show was great. The undertaker wasn't there Rashan, but we've seen him before so its all good. I'd have to say my favorite parts were Jeff Hardy and his crazy acrobatic ass, and HHH running edge out of the stadium and then staying for about 15 minutes shaking kids' hands. It was really sweet of him.

On the way back we sat on a hot ass train for about a half hour. Or should I say stood.... There were no seats, naturally. Apparently some woman decided to jump in front of a train, which held up like 3 trains full of hot, tired, whiny people. One thing I can't stand is people who complain to people who can't do anything about it. This soman said about 6 times, "I can't miss my bus, I don't have cab fare!" well we're all on this train and I can assure you no one's giving you cab fare, so hush.

Eventually things got moving, and we got to the crib without losing our minds. It was a great day altogether and we had a lot of fun.

Maybe tomorrow I'll write about how I'm halfway to age 25.... And what that all means to me.

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