So during the holiday season there was not much “work” going on at work. We spent a lot of time discussing important issues like Yandy Vs Chrissy on love and hip hop, Is Nancy Jones a crack head and the necessity or lack thereof for 3D televisions.
On one particularly lazy day we discussed the phenom that is the Jordan throwback release.
Many of my co workers immediately turned their noses up and made statements about how “they need to spend their money better” and that’s hwy “they are on welfare” and “living check to check” and they don’t own anything and never will.
Okay. I know that Jordans are a “hood “phenomenon but statistics show most of us are living check to check with no liquid or ownership of assets. WE don’t own our houses, our cars and we don’t have the 6 months worth of bills cushion in our savings account that is recommended by most financial planners.
Yet many of us educated new negroes don’t think twice about 50.00 brunches, 50,000 luxury car and shoes and purses well above the going rate for new Jordans. We want to believe that the fact that we have careers and salaries above the poverty line makes us different and we justify our choices as “investments” more so than frivolous spending.
It doesn’t.
I’ve noticed that the new young, black “middle class” loves to look down their noses at ‘them” in the hood and sometimes its deserved but a lot of times its not. Many of us are only 1 or 2 paychecks away from being at the food stamp office.
It wasn’t hood folks borrowing above their means and buying houses they couldn’t afford.
Im just saying, a bad decision is a bad decision regardless. Just as check to check is check to check regardless if its 8.25 an hour or 60,000 a year; If you miss that check you both are in the same position.
Assed the f!ck out.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Lets Try This Again....
So the last year has been crazy for me . A new job, marital stress and trouble, sadness, death, life and plenty of crazy in between.
2011 was most definitely a year of change for me. And I plan to keep moving forward in 2012. I have realized that I tend to not push myself. I have gotten by on doing just enough and that habit is starting to catch up with me.
So I'm going to start again this year. I am going to write more, to do more and push myself harder. I also plan to learn how to properly gangsta walk in stilettos.
Its harder than you think.
I have several tough decisions that need to be made in the coming months and I think blogging will help me clear my head to make better decisions.
The first of which is whether to do points plus or nutria system ( I am not a Mariah fan so no jenny craig).
I'm thinking I can follow the points plus weight watchers plan and use nutrisystem food.
Then Ill lose double the weight!!!!
Anyway, I hope you guys had great holidays. I will have to tell you about the holiday performance of my pimp/rapping cousin in Friday foolishness.
2011 was most definitely a year of change for me. And I plan to keep moving forward in 2012. I have realized that I tend to not push myself. I have gotten by on doing just enough and that habit is starting to catch up with me.
So I'm going to start again this year. I am going to write more, to do more and push myself harder. I also plan to learn how to properly gangsta walk in stilettos.
Its harder than you think.
I have several tough decisions that need to be made in the coming months and I think blogging will help me clear my head to make better decisions.
The first of which is whether to do points plus or nutria system ( I am not a Mariah fan so no jenny craig).
I'm thinking I can follow the points plus weight watchers plan and use nutrisystem food.
Then Ill lose double the weight!!!!
Anyway, I hope you guys had great holidays. I will have to tell you about the holiday performance of my pimp/rapping cousin in Friday foolishness.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Friday foolishness: My blog Writing
Yall. *sigh* I have just been being a ...ninja
I dont have no reason not to be writing. Like for real. I have had all types of foolish shyt pop off recently. I dont work late anymore.. Ive just been being trifling.
I am just chilling right now. Really not doing much. I was doing really well with my diet and exercise (umm am I the only one that likes to add a "c" after the x in exercise?..oh)
but then I took the kiddie to Panama Beach, Florida and blew it out the water..literally.
I mean I dont even eat much red meat but I had a burger from Flamingo Joe's....
let me just tell you.
It was blackened...melted provolone cheese, grilled shrimp, sautee'd mushrooms and turkey Bacon!!! on this hawaiian king bun..
LAWD Im sure that alone was 3,000 calories.
I am also trying to release myself from the devil that is tequila.
it is my new recent drink of choice. For the longest I thought it was only for crazy white people.. but its not.. its a magical elixir that provides fun for all!!!
I am glad at least that I found it in my more mature 30's cause the fool that i was at 21 would be in jail on that tequila.
However it is dangerous.. Vodka puts that "s" on my chest but Tequila makes me happy. 2 happy.
ur ah.. other than that. I aint got shyt else for ya today. Imma try to hold mysel to at least 4 posts a month min.
but yall know how I do.
I dont have no reason not to be writing. Like for real. I have had all types of foolish shyt pop off recently. I dont work late anymore.. Ive just been being trifling.
I am just chilling right now. Really not doing much. I was doing really well with my diet and exercise (umm am I the only one that likes to add a "c" after the x in exercise?..oh)
but then I took the kiddie to Panama Beach, Florida and blew it out the water..literally.
I mean I dont even eat much red meat but I had a burger from Flamingo Joe's....
let me just tell you.
It was blackened...melted provolone cheese, grilled shrimp, sautee'd mushrooms and turkey Bacon!!! on this hawaiian king bun..
LAWD Im sure that alone was 3,000 calories.
I am also trying to release myself from the devil that is tequila.
it is my new recent drink of choice. For the longest I thought it was only for crazy white people.. but its not.. its a magical elixir that provides fun for all!!!
I am glad at least that I found it in my more mature 30's cause the fool that i was at 21 would be in jail on that tequila.
However it is dangerous.. Vodka puts that "s" on my chest but Tequila makes me happy. 2 happy.
ur ah.. other than that. I aint got shyt else for ya today. Imma try to hold mysel to at least 4 posts a month min.
but yall know how I do.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday Foolishness: I QUIT THIS B!TCH!!!
Its Friday and guess what?
I got some real for real foolishness for ya.
Okay, ive told yall before about my hood affiliations. And if you know anything about the hood and hood folks of the south, you know that they love two things, God and Lottery.
Now, my sister’s guy is the epitome of hood. His family is the family everyone thinks of when you think of hood. Big boisterous, flashy, rowdy, rough, and plenty mo adjectives.
They firmly believes in that lotto.
The buy scratch offs and powerball tickets religiously. Many a holiday is spent drinking, playing spades (of which I am the queen of running the table FYI) and discussing what they gone do when they hit them numbers. And What is the first thing they all want to do when “them numbers” come in?
Quit they muthaf!cking job. That’s right.
Now I aint saying nothing wrong with that. Im pretty sure if I fell up on 10 million bucks or so I would be tossing the deuces, singing and doing a Chris Brown dance routine out the door on that a$$ as well; and I like my job.
(umm for those of yall unfamiliar, this is a bit of foreshadowing right here)
So yesterday everything is going normal. We get up, we go to work, and around noon ish the powerball numbers are announced.
I don’t play and I was in training so ya know im doing what I do (which involved drawing smiley faces on my training manual) when my cell starts to go off back to back I get a text message from my sister saying “I need you to call me ASAP”
I discretely (well as discretely as I could, My ringer was on lol) step out of the room to take the call
“B!tch Guess what????
“What girl, im in training”
“XXXX done hit the dayum powerball”
“WHAT”
“YES im dead serious”
So I tell her on my break I am going to see how much it is, how to cash it in etc and hurry back in the room.
An hour later, we break for lunch.
I call my sister to see what’s up. If they had the info or still needed it.
Apparently, they no longer needed.
In the hour since I had last talked to her.
Her boyfriend, had gotten excited. Called his family and told them they were winners.
They rolled down on the job to pick him up.
He walks packs his shyt up and tells them he off.
The Boss was like.. uh where the hell you going?
To which he responded “ I quit this bitch’
He grabs his shyt. Throws the deuces, literally and slick might have pushed some shyt off a desk on his way out.
He and his sister then proceed to hold hands and dance around in a circle in the parking lot.
Praising and worshipping . The sister is reportedly overheard saying.
“I just prayed for a new car, GOD did that shyt”
They roll car full to the place where they cash in the ticket. The playing Jeezy, putting on for they city.
Get to the spot. Hand in the ticket.
The cashier congratulates them on winning.
Puts the ticket in the drawer and hands them…..
7.00.
Huge Record Scratch
7.00
SEVEN.
This fool done quit his job in grand fashion. The family done danced and prayed and got jiggy with it.
For 7.00
Seven.
You can learn a lot from a dummy.
Now Im not familiar with how the powerball works but he didn’t hit all of the numbers only like 5 of the six? And then several others had 5…
Next time. Imma need them to wait till the cash is IN Hand to act a Dayum Fool.
Soooo what say you? any foolishness to share today?
I got some real for real foolishness for ya.
Okay, ive told yall before about my hood affiliations. And if you know anything about the hood and hood folks of the south, you know that they love two things, God and Lottery.
Now, my sister’s guy is the epitome of hood. His family is the family everyone thinks of when you think of hood. Big boisterous, flashy, rowdy, rough, and plenty mo adjectives.
They firmly believes in that lotto.
The buy scratch offs and powerball tickets religiously. Many a holiday is spent drinking, playing spades (of which I am the queen of running the table FYI) and discussing what they gone do when they hit them numbers. And What is the first thing they all want to do when “them numbers” come in?
Quit they muthaf!cking job. That’s right.
Now I aint saying nothing wrong with that. Im pretty sure if I fell up on 10 million bucks or so I would be tossing the deuces, singing and doing a Chris Brown dance routine out the door on that a$$ as well; and I like my job.
(umm for those of yall unfamiliar, this is a bit of foreshadowing right here)
So yesterday everything is going normal. We get up, we go to work, and around noon ish the powerball numbers are announced.
I don’t play and I was in training so ya know im doing what I do (which involved drawing smiley faces on my training manual) when my cell starts to go off back to back I get a text message from my sister saying “I need you to call me ASAP”
I discretely (well as discretely as I could, My ringer was on lol) step out of the room to take the call
“B!tch Guess what????
“What girl, im in training”
“XXXX done hit the dayum powerball”
“WHAT”
“YES im dead serious”
So I tell her on my break I am going to see how much it is, how to cash it in etc and hurry back in the room.
An hour later, we break for lunch.
I call my sister to see what’s up. If they had the info or still needed it.
Apparently, they no longer needed.
In the hour since I had last talked to her.
Her boyfriend, had gotten excited. Called his family and told them they were winners.
They rolled down on the job to pick him up.
He walks packs his shyt up and tells them he off.
The Boss was like.. uh where the hell you going?
To which he responded “ I quit this bitch’
He grabs his shyt. Throws the deuces, literally and slick might have pushed some shyt off a desk on his way out.
He and his sister then proceed to hold hands and dance around in a circle in the parking lot.
Praising and worshipping . The sister is reportedly overheard saying.
“I just prayed for a new car, GOD did that shyt”
They roll car full to the place where they cash in the ticket. The playing Jeezy, putting on for they city.
Get to the spot. Hand in the ticket.
The cashier congratulates them on winning.
Puts the ticket in the drawer and hands them…..
7.00.
Huge Record Scratch
7.00
SEVEN.
This fool done quit his job in grand fashion. The family done danced and prayed and got jiggy with it.
For 7.00
Seven.
You can learn a lot from a dummy.
Now Im not familiar with how the powerball works but he didn’t hit all of the numbers only like 5 of the six? And then several others had 5…
Next time. Imma need them to wait till the cash is IN Hand to act a Dayum Fool.
Soooo what say you? any foolishness to share today?
Friday, May 27, 2011
just peeping in
Hellooo out there!!!
its terrible that the one of the last posts I wrote was about writing more this year and twenty-leven months have passed with no post!
Well thats life and there it is.
I have had a lot of "life" going on. I moved, i got a new job with much better hours, and have been really working on me.
I hadnt realized how depressed I had become. I dealt with so much death in the last two years that I had been swallowed up.
my sister in law passed in a car accident this past March and I reached a breaking piont! literally.
I had retreated so far into myself that I was almost unrecognizable.
I distanced myself subconciously from all of my friends and family afraid of more loss...
but then through zumba and one of my daughters grief sessions, it hit me.
So now i am working on getting back to me.
losing weight, rebuilding the relationships with those I love.
rebuilding the relationship with myself.
Ive had a hell of aride so far and while Im not going to say Im all the way back.
there will definitely be some posts here and there.
I got PLENTY of foolishness to write about including the retelling of the great chokout of 2011 (courtesy of my cousin @niasmomma on twitter) and the epic who got served battle my brother had with a pimp named smokey at this hood club.
and when I say EPIC.
Trust and believe. It was epic.
But anyway. I hope this finds ya'll well and still vaguely interested in what I have to say.
see ya soon...
its terrible that the one of the last posts I wrote was about writing more this year and twenty-leven months have passed with no post!
Well thats life and there it is.
I have had a lot of "life" going on. I moved, i got a new job with much better hours, and have been really working on me.
I hadnt realized how depressed I had become. I dealt with so much death in the last two years that I had been swallowed up.
my sister in law passed in a car accident this past March and I reached a breaking piont! literally.
I had retreated so far into myself that I was almost unrecognizable.
I distanced myself subconciously from all of my friends and family afraid of more loss...
but then through zumba and one of my daughters grief sessions, it hit me.
So now i am working on getting back to me.
losing weight, rebuilding the relationships with those I love.
rebuilding the relationship with myself.
Ive had a hell of aride so far and while Im not going to say Im all the way back.
there will definitely be some posts here and there.
I got PLENTY of foolishness to write about including the retelling of the great chokout of 2011 (courtesy of my cousin @niasmomma on twitter) and the epic who got served battle my brother had with a pimp named smokey at this hood club.
and when I say EPIC.
Trust and believe. It was epic.
But anyway. I hope this finds ya'll well and still vaguely interested in what I have to say.
see ya soon...
Friday, January 7, 2011
I'm not your superwoman.
Now, in case many of you are not aware, I am a black woman.
Not just a black woman, but a black woman from the inner city, raised by a strong black momma who kept everything together. A black Macgyver, that could pull a 3 course meal out of scraps, gubment cheese, crackers and rice
I have lived a large part of my life emulating her.
That means I have tied my cape on and come to the rescue of all of those I hold near.
Its not necessarily a bad thing.
Till you look in the mirror and realize the last 5 years of your life has been spent saving everyone EXCEPT YOU and falling just short of really saving the ones you tied the cape on for in the first place.
Because you wanted to save them more than they ever wanted to save themselves.
And now what?
I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself. Wondering where the hell the last 5 years of my life went and why this pimply faced chic is calling me “ma’am”.
I have got to realize that every one‘s problem is not my own. I need to stop getting so worked up about shyt I have absolutely no control over and stop trying to save people that don’t want to be saved.
I need to retire the cape.
Hell yall saw what happened to superman II he went crazy and created a whole evil alter ego that he then had to go to war with.
I already got the evil alter.. so I know I need to get it together.
Hell and that means admitting that I don’t have it all together.
Right now my life is like a puzzle purchased from the clearance aisle at Big LOTS;
Its missing a few pieces.
And I have to put the rest of my life together to figure out what its missing
I know Im not the only one that feels the that I have to be the one with all the answers, afraid to lay my burdens at someone else’s feet.
Well my burdens are down by the riverside chile and
I aint in no ways ti’ed.
Swing low
Wait a minute.
Im all off track.
Anyway.
I gotta put the cape up.
Or only tie that thang on to save myself!!!
Not just a black woman, but a black woman from the inner city, raised by a strong black momma who kept everything together. A black Macgyver, that could pull a 3 course meal out of scraps, gubment cheese, crackers and rice
I have lived a large part of my life emulating her.
That means I have tied my cape on and come to the rescue of all of those I hold near.
Its not necessarily a bad thing.
Till you look in the mirror and realize the last 5 years of your life has been spent saving everyone EXCEPT YOU and falling just short of really saving the ones you tied the cape on for in the first place.
Because you wanted to save them more than they ever wanted to save themselves.
And now what?
I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself. Wondering where the hell the last 5 years of my life went and why this pimply faced chic is calling me “ma’am”.
I have got to realize that every one‘s problem is not my own. I need to stop getting so worked up about shyt I have absolutely no control over and stop trying to save people that don’t want to be saved.
I need to retire the cape.
Hell yall saw what happened to superman II he went crazy and created a whole evil alter ego that he then had to go to war with.
I already got the evil alter.. so I know I need to get it together.
Hell and that means admitting that I don’t have it all together.
Right now my life is like a puzzle purchased from the clearance aisle at Big LOTS;
Its missing a few pieces.
And I have to put the rest of my life together to figure out what its missing
I know Im not the only one that feels the that I have to be the one with all the answers, afraid to lay my burdens at someone else’s feet.
Well my burdens are down by the riverside chile and
I aint in no ways ti’ed.
Swing low
Wait a minute.
Im all off track.
Anyway.
I gotta put the cape up.
Or only tie that thang on to save myself!!!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Its a NEW YEAR!!!
Happy NEW YEAR!!!
So far my year has been pretty good. I had an interview with the school system.
It went pretty well and Ive moved to the next stage.. YEAH for next stage.
Now to get my alma mata to release my damn transcripts.
I start my pole dancing class on Saturday. We will see how that goes, I asked the lady if there was a weight limit cause if I get up in there and that damn pole break don’t be looking at me. She assured me that there wasn’t and they are extra sturdy. I still think it’s a trick to get you tube footage but we will see and if I do see some youtube footage of my wide as struggling like a beached whale to hold myself up on a pole...
Back off,
just backoff...
Im leaving my firestarting ways back in 2010. Anyway,
Its something new and fun and a way to get back intouch with the “woman” in Shay.
Dressing to cover my ample assets, doing a female superwoman, docile bespectacled demure professional woman by day and sexy tempting temptress by night has played its toll on my inner sexxay.
Lets just say, there have been a lot of nights the tempting temptress has been covered in footed onesies or flannel pjs wth kittens.
So the pole dancing will hopefully tone up this pouch and help me continue to bring sexxay back in 2011.
Im trying to be like my twitter inspiration “@intespionage” (pssst. Check out her blog “here”. I love it. Its real and gives real life advice. I have been thinking of doing a weight loss component to my blog..
But I don’t know if I’m willing to get all the way open like that with yall….. just yet.
But anyway.
So far 2011 is shaping up into being a year of change for me.
How’s goes it for you guys?
So far my year has been pretty good. I had an interview with the school system.
It went pretty well and Ive moved to the next stage.. YEAH for next stage.
Now to get my alma mata to release my damn transcripts.
I start my pole dancing class on Saturday. We will see how that goes, I asked the lady if there was a weight limit cause if I get up in there and that damn pole break don’t be looking at me. She assured me that there wasn’t and they are extra sturdy. I still think it’s a trick to get you tube footage but we will see and if I do see some youtube footage of my wide as struggling like a beached whale to hold myself up on a pole...
Back off,
just backoff...
Im leaving my firestarting ways back in 2010. Anyway,
Its something new and fun and a way to get back intouch with the “woman” in Shay.
Dressing to cover my ample assets, doing a female superwoman, docile bespectacled demure professional woman by day and sexy tempting temptress by night has played its toll on my inner sexxay.
Lets just say, there have been a lot of nights the tempting temptress has been covered in footed onesies or flannel pjs wth kittens.
So the pole dancing will hopefully tone up this pouch and help me continue to bring sexxay back in 2011.
Im trying to be like my twitter inspiration “@intespionage” (pssst. Check out her blog “here”. I love it. Its real and gives real life advice. I have been thinking of doing a weight loss component to my blog..
But I don’t know if I’m willing to get all the way open like that with yall….. just yet.
But anyway.
So far 2011 is shaping up into being a year of change for me.
How’s goes it for you guys?
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