Skip to main content

Feeling/Not Feeling

Feeling
  •  Free Concerts in the park in the summer
  • NYC in the summer (Gotta get back there)
  • NYC Subways
  • my lips. They are pretty nice the more that I look at them.

  • the fact that I WILL NOT have to pay for school. PRAISE GOD!
  • being 40 in 9 years. I think I'll be a pretty hot cougar :)
  • laughing more. (I dont do that enough really)
  • steals and deals at my fav store..Ross (ok..and Marshalls..and TJ Maxx..)
  • trying new restauraunts and foods...
  • picnics (although I've only been on one w/ a lover/partner)
  • IMAN cosmetics (especially bronzer).
  • video blogs (I promise to do more)
  • going on 9 months of no nookie (I've made peace with it)
  • gay clubs and bars...they play the best music
  • my wedding CD. It still jams pretty hard.




Not Feeling

  • The fact that I gotta wait months for another Maxwell CD. BRING IT!!
  • where my HS boyfriend is. I am truly worried about his well-being...
  • Blackberry doesnt hold a charge for shit!
  • the fact that the news is talking about how the car bomb  in NYC SHOULD HAVE been executed. How dumb! Why not give em the blueprints to the White House while you are at it!
  • my really nice clothes are collecting dust
  • knowing that when school starts...I wont have time for well....anything.
  • the fact my complex gym isnt fully completed w/ the renovations yet.
  • BP not taking full responsibility for this terrible oil spill
  • Kit-Kat bites...what a waste of money and a tease
  • only weird dudes ride the public transportation in ATL (this aint NYC)
  • being broke yet needed cash for critical isht
  • my closest friends are in other states
  • not having a "tight girl crew" to run the streets with.
  • the direction the NPHC is going in and our lack of "revolutionary" spirit
  • the fact that I go on the best dates....................in my head

Comments

  1. Closest friends in other states - I feel you like a mugg on this.

    I heard the same about BBs. The one thing which stopped me from ever buying.


    School is good though. I know I don't have to tell you this. Free school, even better.


    I like trying some eateries, as well. Hot cougar? I bet you will be married by then. Laughter is good. Your lips, yep.

    Never been to NYC.

    ReplyDelete
  2. It's official! The Broadway-Lafayette subway station made me homesick! Oh the scenery on NYC subways in the spring/fall--hell in NYC in general...

    why am i hear again? LOL!

    ReplyDelete
  3. @Don: NYC in summer is absolutely enthralling (any other time..eh. I dunno..Winter/Christmas season is very nice too..). You gotta go and check it out!

    I love my BB..probably bitch more about it and won't part from it.

    Good to meet a mutual foodie!

    And I'm pretty resigned to being a hot cougar and unmarried. It's ok :)


    @Artfelt. I miss the Herald Square subway entrance. I dunno....I miss that part of town.

    ReplyDelete
  4. That lip color is GORGE!!!

    Yes, you do have to make a trip to NYC!!!!!!!!!!! We can't let the summer pass us by without it. ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  5. @Don and MP: really and truly feel you on the close folks being ELSEWHERE. ALL of my ride or die folks live HUNDREDS of miles away..

    so I made a choice to get out and do things I like to do..with other folks. Check out www.Meetup.com. Type in an activity you like to do such as cooking or dining or whatnot and your zip code and it shows you groups of folks who meet in your area to do just that. I've made some new friends just by doing that! Are they the folks I'ma call when I need a shoulder? No, not yet. But we go out and have a good time...which is what I was looking for!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

2018: A Year Without Fear

I used to make these lofty, resolution goals each year. The older I got, the grander my ideas became. That is until I reached the age of 30 and my entire life shifted.

At the time, I was divorced, living totally on my own, trying to rebuild myself financially and trying to figure out my next move toward happiness. That was at the time I started this blog.... which started out as my chronicling the dating and mating of a 30 something divorcee' in the South's Largest Metropolis. I was trying to date. I was trying to establish myself financially. And I was trying to find my purpose.

So much has changed in the almost 9 years since I started this blog. I've traveled alone. I gained and lost friends. I got into a Ph.D. program. I got re-married. I lost my mother, my best friend.... not to mention my uncle, cousin, and aunt. I gained a sweet baby girl.  I went from getting my bliss.... to trying to balance that bliss with my own life..... Yet in trying to find the balance, I alw…

The Ides of Birthdays

My 39th birthday is in two weeks.
*sigh*
You know, I feel like I write the same type of blog around my birthday every year. I get extremely introspective and pensive about the whole thing. But this is my last year of my 30s and I am feeling all of the feelings that have ever and could be felt. I hate trying to bring this up to folks.. who are always wanting to remind you of "well.. you got this.. you got that...". As if you haven't dealt with depression long enough to realize it doesn't matter what you have... if one piece is missing.. it throws it all off.
While yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of my mom's passing, I realized she wouldn't be here for my 40th. That was a hard pill to swallow. I thought for sure we'd be celebrating a lot that year... my Ph.D... a baby... a big, fancy car..... all of that. I only have one of those things so far but still... I was hoping that having her hold on at least until then would be the icing on my cake.
My life feels…

I Had Hope For Other Hair: Confessions in Black Motherhood

I had hoped for other hair...
(My Little One Reading a Book Before Bed)

... for my daughter.

No, I didn't want her to have "good hair"... hair that ebbed and flowed close to the weight of Whiteness. I didn't want that for her.  I didn't want her to have hair that was deemed "managable" or "a good grade". as if you can give hair letter grades or grade it on a curve.

I just wanted her to have any hair other than MY hair. She inherited my hair. And I cried.

When I found out I was having a girl, anxiety was replaced with dread. "Dear God.. I have to learn how to do hair". See, growing up, my mother was my stylist, even way into high school. So in between salon visits, she would relax or press my hair. She'd style it or comb it. And I never worried about it. I tried and tried to do my own hair... and failed. The only style I could keep up were Brandy-inspired box braids (which some poor, Senegalese woman would do for hours) or a very sho…